<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116</id><updated>2011-04-30T07:27:02.001-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kold^Icze</title><subtitle type='html'>im just an ordinary boy how do i look? well i have a chinese eyes, most people mistaken me as a chinese, japanese, malaysian and all the asian countries, i am tall like 5'10in tall and still growing, i have short hair, well now its geting longer, i have a "matangos" nose, i have black eyes and black hair, i have nice teeth structures, i have a normal lips, normal ears, the right cheek and a skinny body but soon it might get muscular.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-380955510903091792</id><published>2009-02-16T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T19:41:09.248-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 28 Valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SZpWTZVmbDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Dop0qx-eayw/s1600-h/_MG_4053.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303646402401168434" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SZpWTZVmbDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Dop0qx-eayw/s320/_MG_4053.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont mind the picture... Yves took it and he focuses on New York City and not us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes... Valentines Day... A day of Hearts, Chocolate, and flowers are put together... it is friendship day to people who are still single...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for my intentions it was Valentines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week i had so much plans for this day to come thinking on what to give.. how creative should it be... thinking would she like it... would she be surprise by it... so here are the options that i gave to myself...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st: to make a dozen of origami rose flowers which actually failed because it was too hard...&lt;br /&gt;2nd: a picture of a dozen flowers wrapped around and put in stick.. it failed too because it was too complicated...&lt;br /&gt;3rd: Apples wrapped around with hearts and it say "your my apple of my heart" and "an apple a day keeps the doctor away have a happy healthy Valentines but also failed due to procastination..&lt;br /&gt;4th: Go to Jolibee which is going to open on Feb 14 and buy her a bucket of jolibee best chicken, the chickenjoy, which she likes and put flowers on the side and a half a dozen flowers... this time succeeded...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is the story... at around 9:30am we arrive in 63rd st. queens blvd to buy some jolibee but the line was long and waited for it to subside.. but unfortunately it didn't it went from bad to worst... so at 10:30pm i waited in line a block away from Jolibee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an enduring freezing 3hours of waiting i was in the door that says jolibee and jolibee was standing outside frozen where the gates of burger, chicken and mango peach pie are in sanctuary.... finally i entered the door felt the warmth of air inside and moved to the next level which was the ordering of the orders... it took 25mins just to take my order and another 25 mins to get my order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my God what you do when your in love... you go a 110% sacrifice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally i got my order and dash towards the door and Yves was standing there waiting for me to bring him, his peach mango pie... then we drove towards the jersey city using brooklyn-queens expressway to go home... then we arrive in Jersey city and forgot to buy flowers...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took a detour towards grove ave. and bought roses in Mr. Lee's flower shop and drove towards Reservior, where the people who are beautiful and kind are... except Joseph, the filipina lady in the second flr of kats house and the big fat guy on top of Jacq's place..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we brought the food and the flowers up... i tied the fake roses in the handle of the bucket of chickenjoy to make it more valentine-y... and brought this heavenly bucket and enchanting red rose to the Goddess which will be embarking at 4:30pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i went down the stairways of Kats place.. my heart was throbbing faster... shaking then finally i held my ground in the door of Jacq's place and took my cellphone out and dialed the number of Jacq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ringing "ring, ring, ring, elo!" the sound of her voice picked up the phone.. and i said "can you go down for a minute, may bibigay ako"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"heeh, ok" she said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then as she open the door that separates us... she saw the flowers and the bucket... she made the "you shouldn't have" face expression.. and finally i said my line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Happy Valentines, Jacq" and gave her the flowers and the bucket with i recieved a kiss in the cheeks and a hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after i gave her the two enchating gifts.. she invited me to the movie with Cha and Jen... how can i refuse an invitation from her... so i said sure...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went to Kat's house and ate those juicy, covered gravyed burger steak which filled my stomach... she called me at 5pm and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"oh tara na".. so i went down and we walked towards the bus stop... we talked about her test results...then finally the bus arrived and we hop in....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was fun... we talked about Jolibee and how to get there by train or by car... she joked around about the 2$, 3$, 5$ toll fee that she always say... i didnt care about anything she kid about me because she was smiling and that's all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my eyes couldnt leave her beautiful face everytime she smiles or laugh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that we went down at newport mall.. when she said im going to pay for your bus fare...&lt;br /&gt;i was like "waaah"? then "ok" then "thanks" it was very weird that i was skipping every word...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so went down and went inside JC penney and she was telling about Pau's gift to her, the stripe sweater and was laughing... and she was saying that she never bought anything in JCpenney which eventually lead to "i haven't bought anything too"... so Cha was calling Jacq because Cha is scared to be too alone haaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways we met Cha in Forever 21 and window shop alittle, went to GAP and we were so unsure where to go that we were joking that we Kat here to know where to go and laugh.. we went up and bought the tickets because it was a Saturday night and the combination of Valentines equals waiting therefore to avoid waiting we bought the tickets earlier which was a smart idea.. so we met Jen down outside Journeys and Sephora... then we went up to watch the movie which was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a chick flick movie "he is not into you"... which was a real good movie to watch.. i've learn alot too about relationships and all.. I hate Cha and Jen in the movie because of the fact their were to obvious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they were like "oh popits sit beside Jacq oh" lol which made me uncomfortable and just sat next to Jen... so that what happened inside of the movie house...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the movie we were bored so we went to Babo... Jacq and Jen ordered coffee, Cha ordered Pineapple ice tea with pearl shakes inside and i ordered a seasoned beef noodles which took like forever to get to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they were discussing about what time will they be going home and that it's going to be scary and i was like thinking i'll bring Jacq home first kasi Jen and Cha lives close by... but a smarter idea was to smses Kat and Yves...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i texted them where they are... and asked them if they want to hangout in Babo.. they told me that they are going to eat first then text me if we are still here in Babo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so everyone was safe and sound...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally Kat and Yves arrive and everyone was like relieve that they dont need to commute home was happy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we chatted and took pictures and of course i took pictures of Jacq too... then the Babo girl told us that they were about to close so we left and went in the pier to take some pictures... and Cha and Jen was at it again.. telling me and Jacq to post "para daw" dates hahaha but unfortnunately Yves screwed up the picture and its like that... so we went home and brought Jen first then Cha then Jacq and Kat then me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but before Yves and I left the reservior place... there was..... an alone time with jacq... it was more than 10mins that we were alone outside the house waiting for Yves and Kat to go down and bring the gravy to jacq and take me home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head was full of things that my heart want to say right there but i was scared... I was looking at her... opening my mouth... closing it... then look at the clouds... then look at her again until the cycle repeats itself..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally i said to her "grabe ang lamig ngayon noh"&lt;br /&gt;and she said "yeah, grabe"&lt;br /&gt;then Kat and Yves went out of the house...&lt;br /&gt;then we said our good byes... hugged kat and Jacq&lt;br /&gt;entered the car with the regret of not telling her...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-380955510903091792?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/380955510903091792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=380955510903091792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/380955510903091792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/380955510903091792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-28-valentines.html' title='Chapter 28 Valentines'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SZpWTZVmbDI/AAAAAAAAACc/Dop0qx-eayw/s72-c/_MG_4053.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-1094669934765709268</id><published>2009-02-16T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T21:46:01.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 27 happy birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SZonqt9dgEI/AAAAAAAAACU/J7VLqdntgOE/s1600-h/MG-3468.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303595126027550786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SZonqt9dgEI/AAAAAAAAACU/J7VLqdntgOE/s320/MG-3468.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A special girl to me was about to turn twenty.. she was the girl i like a year ago... She was the smartest, prettiest, maturest, and tallest girl i fell in love with again and again...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a twenty year old girl who is about to graduate from the harsh world of nursing and who is going to be a fine nurse will enter the world of the twenties and leave the world of the teens...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Twenty, the number between the last teen year and the legal age to drink in the USA.. Yes, twenty is the year that will end your teen years and will enter the world of young adulthood... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On 9th of January was the day that Jacqueline Herda turns 20.... it was a beautiful day to me because of the fact that the people that i was working with gave me that day off, to finish my errands.. the 1st errand that i have to tackle was my school registration which was so in the deadline right there... so i got all my important things for registration and dash towards 70 sip ave..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was in the bus and was about to go down... i remember something that i forgot and which was the most important of all that i brought and that was my tax of 2007... i was furious and was telling myself "STUPID"... so errand one was a failure.. and the second errand i have to do was to buy Jacq her birthday present which was a really complicated matter due to the fact that she is so secretive... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So i called Kat and Yves if they are on the way to Newport because they haven't bought their gifts too... Yes we were procastinating... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we met up at JC penney, went to Forever 21 to check out if Jacq wants anything there.. Kat was looking at this black and purple stripes V-neck sweater but i told her, jacq has too many of those clothes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after that we went to Aeropostale and found what our "gifts for Jacq" desires... kat bought a sweat pants for Jacq to use for losing weight but i dont she needs too... she is still sexy to me... and a short shorts... so they their gifts but for me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was hard... too many Ifs buzzing around my head that day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if she likes this&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if she doesn't&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What if.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i asked Kat for some advice and we ended up with the decision of buying a Gray Aeropostale hoodie for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally we got to Kat's house and prepare for the small party Jacq told us about... Kat place her gifts in a gift bag which is too plain and everybody does it this days..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but for me, i wrapped it in newspaper for recycle sakes... then i made cute newspaper bowtie and place it in the middle of the newspapered gift..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so finally we went to Jacq's "small" party which was more than a dozen was there... Most of the people she knows was there.. it was quite a small party for her but for me it was a huge one...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we ate some chicken, shumai, rice, spaghetti and pancit... and other deserts that were hiding from my stomach... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talked the Talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo frenzy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guessing the movie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facebooking&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Showing of Nails&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Singing Karaoke&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Break dancing in the floor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday Singing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday cake eating&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday gift giving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Birthday gift opening...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes it was great birthday for Jacq and a Happy moment for me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy because...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My present was the only one not wrap in gift bag&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved how i wrapped her gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I took more than a dozen picture of her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She loved my gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She wore my gift&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and She is just happy :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-1094669934765709268?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/1094669934765709268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=1094669934765709268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/1094669934765709268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/1094669934765709268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-27-happy-birthday.html' title='Chapter 27 happy birthday'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SZonqt9dgEI/AAAAAAAAACU/J7VLqdntgOE/s72-c/MG-3468.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-1282476339503890361</id><published>2009-02-04T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:45:53.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 26 Joseph's went balistic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYppobogq7I/AAAAAAAAACM/zIm7oAoP92I/s1600-h/_MG_3204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299164054888164274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYppobogq7I/AAAAAAAAACM/zIm7oAoP92I/s320/_MG_3204.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was a new year to remember... first of all i got my first stomach virus in my whole life.... and it was the worst one ever.. imagine sitting in the toilet and carrying a trash can and removing the food i ate from both ends... Yes, this is a new year to remember...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Maderazo family hosted the new year of 2009... it was a simple party where neighbors were invited... the question is how did a west side boy ended up in the heights where people are so rich and stuff... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, this what happened... my family had their own plans on celebrating new year...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;my sister mary anne spent her New year with her friends while my sister Jenny spent hers in her BFs house even my dad was invited... so sadly i was left alone in the house with my dad's car... no where to go and a bad way to spend a new year alone...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but a miracle happened yves texted me.. where i am and i told him that im at home alone... so he asks kat if i can go here and Kat asks Bia if i can go there.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Bia said yes... so i immidiatedly left the house and went towards a deli because Yves was smoking hunger... so to show my appreciation for what Yves did to me... i bought him two packs of cigarette..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then finally i came and Bia openned the door and i was still shy because this is reservior people only party and i came to crash it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i said my hi's to everyone that i know which is majority of the people there...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i said hi to Jacq...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacq was wearing her stripped black and blue sweater with her hair down... her whole family was there, Kat's mother and Yves was there, and some of the people was there and the only one that doesn't linked to anyone there was me... :( i am just a friend thats my relationship in that reservoir place...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i took out my camera and takes shot of people and most importantly jacq...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i took pictures of her, her mother and nille in the couch.. and i was chatting with her mother too...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then finally, a minute to 12am...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everyone was standing up....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;couting the numbers...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;inhaling...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ready to blow the whistle...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy New Year....!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Kat and Bia was jumping..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyone was shouting...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there are multiple movements on the floor which made Hell angrier...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;there was a knock on the door... Bia's mom or dad openned it and it was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joseph!! the chinese landlord with his face red with anger and his nose blowing like a bull...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had an arguement about the stumping and all those things which unfortunately ended the party..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what a party pooper... and everyone left already...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i left that place happy because of one thing...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was my first to kiss Jacq on the cheeks... i never did kiss Jacq in the cheeks.. She also kiss me in the cheeks which satisfied my night... i dont know why i dont kiss jacq in the cheeks everytime i say goodbye to her, just shake her hands or hug her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so there you go.. my first time kissing jacq on the cheek and my first ever stomach virus thanks to Bia!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-1282476339503890361?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/1282476339503890361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=1282476339503890361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/1282476339503890361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/1282476339503890361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-26-josephs-went-balistic.html' title='Chapter 26 Joseph&apos;s went balistic!'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYppobogq7I/AAAAAAAAACM/zIm7oAoP92I/s72-c/_MG_3204.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-4424069584455836910</id><published>2009-02-04T19:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T20:17:39.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 25 Backtrack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYpm4sTDM5I/AAAAAAAAACE/BXyeuEDoyDc/s1600-h/SUC55458.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299161035704578962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYpm4sTDM5I/AAAAAAAAACE/BXyeuEDoyDc/s320/SUC55458.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me just backtrack a little bit... this is fair that i met mike, bea's boyfriend and road my sister's 1987 honda LX A.K.A Rusty... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as you can see in the picture this is where it! almost happened...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It means i almost said it... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes we are all alone for 5mins riding that cable car... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was silent one but in 2.5mins...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i looked at her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;openned my mouth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and said....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...............................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing... i know i said it because my lips moved but my voice cowardly hides underneath my adam's apple..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She said "ano"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and I said "nothing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is a regret that i had since now... let us see if i can build up my courage just to tell her what i feel for her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i dont care about the answer... i just want to know that there is someone out there that loves her truly....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-4424069584455836910?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/4424069584455836910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=4424069584455836910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/4424069584455836910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/4424069584455836910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-25-backtrack.html' title='Chapter 25 Backtrack'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYpm4sTDM5I/AAAAAAAAACE/BXyeuEDoyDc/s72-c/SUC55458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-3457350772407143126</id><published>2009-02-03T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T21:36:55.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 24 Kat;s it your birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYkhU2bCfzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lZaAb7ANtx0/s1600-h/_MG_2290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298803078668123954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYkhU2bCfzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lZaAb7ANtx0/s320/_MG_2290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! Christmas... Mary and Joseph was looking for a place to stay in Bethlehem... And the Jesus Christ was born in a manger... with the sheperds and the three kings visited him... and voila Christmas was born....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus Christ wasn't the only one who was special to me that was born in the 24th of december... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A girl name Kathleen Dy was born.... with the sheperds (Jonna, Yancy, Berns, Gary, Egi, Pau, Miguel, Jose, Mark, Nolan, and many more), the three kings which had their presents (Yves, the aeropostale jacket, Mike, the Cake and Me!, The Hat) and the angels which were (Jacq, Nille, Bea, Bia, Cha, Jen and Paula)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;were there to visit this special girl in her special day... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and yet we visited her one day earlier than expected... we went there at the 23rd.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So in the afternoon i havent bought Kat's gift yet due to the fact of procastination was my middle name... so i went to newport mall and bought her gift... then after that i was thinking what to do afterwards.. then a phone call was vibrating my left pocket and it was Kat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was in BJs or the store beside BJs buying stuff for her birthday and needs help... so i went there in the goodness of my heart to help her... Yves was there too... so we bought the soda, the cake and other stuff.. and went to her place to help with the preparation....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As i was climbing up the stairs of Kat's place and looked at the window...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacq.... she was talking to someone and laughing... my god she laughs gorgeously... then Kat and Yves went up and saw me looking at the window and took a pick too and just what they expected.. they saw jacq and was saying "ikaw ha"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after that i called her and told her "bakit ka tumatawa hahah" and she said "hah paano mo nalaman"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i told her we are in the window and she was looking and still she couldnt see until Kat turned on the lights...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in that first moment of seeing her... she was like an angel without wings... the light was pointing at her making her glow... i just love how she looks, how she smiles...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so anyways... we went up... Kat with her OCD personality was panicking that no one is going to her birthday... i told her "ok lang yan nandito naman kami ni yves" then laughed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was on the verge from crying when the doorbell rang and the neighbors have arrive... Bia and Jacq... then Bea, Mike and Ben arrived.. everyone else started to arrive in the place..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and it was a full house again... so we ate the food then sang happy birthday to her... but enough about her... i'm writing about jacq not her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was wearing her occasion sweater i believe because everytime i'm there that seems to be the sweater she is wearing.. that grey sweater of her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was beautiful and of course my camera couldn't resist taking her pictures... i love it when i take her candid shots.. when she is smiling because its so her... just being her not caring about a camera taking her photo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was at her best beauty... well that depends on whose judging her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so the party ended around 12am and i have to leave because i have work the next day....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and so i hugged her my good byes... and left...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-3457350772407143126?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/3457350772407143126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=3457350772407143126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3457350772407143126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3457350772407143126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-24-kats-it-your-birthday.html' title='Chapter 24 Kat;s it your birthday'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYkhU2bCfzI/AAAAAAAAAB8/lZaAb7ANtx0/s72-c/_MG_2290.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-4285924014673015175</id><published>2009-02-02T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:22:24.587-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 23 Ate Grace's house...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYe8g2fEU7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/J7hy8DXHm24/s1600-h/_MG_1940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298410759192335282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYe8g2fEU7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/J7hy8DXHm24/s320/_MG_1940.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ate Grace's House...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of Memories...&lt;br /&gt;First meeting Memories&lt;br /&gt;Drunken Memories&lt;br /&gt;Tipsy Memories&lt;br /&gt;Karaoke Memories&lt;br /&gt;Lucky Nine Memories&lt;br /&gt;Spring Memories&lt;br /&gt;Winter Memories&lt;br /&gt;Fall Memories&lt;br /&gt;HipHip HOORAY Memories&lt;br /&gt;Marker Memories&lt;br /&gt;Loving Memories&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Memories&lt;br /&gt;Claustrophobic Memories&lt;br /&gt;Sad Memories&lt;br /&gt;Terrible Memories&lt;br /&gt;Hatred Memories&lt;br /&gt;and many Jacq's memories to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... It was another chapter of memories that happened in Ate Grace's House...&lt;br /&gt;First of all New people were introduce and these are Jonna, Yancy(papa bear), Olga and Micheal... These are new people that have been inside the house of Ate Grace, Our loving host, for the first time... and they all fit in the bunch of wierdos in that place...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace- cool, small and has a mole&lt;br /&gt;Marlon- purely white, no blood, looks more like a vampire and a good mixer&lt;br /&gt;Nille- Jacq's awesome sister!!, and has a mole which i believe is still growing...&lt;br /&gt;Jacq- Tall! Very tall, as in super Tall!! and did i mention Tall and... beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;Yves- Hardcore activist! has the corniest jokes, and kills the laughter(joke)&lt;br /&gt;Kat-Small, smart, at sexy na nga wala akong maisip na S eh...&lt;br /&gt;Miguel- Visanglish(visaya at english), travels from NY to NJ dont know why and met his love in here a year back...&lt;br /&gt;Marlyze- Sleeps, loves barbie and myle cyrus&lt;br /&gt;Nengki- High in cholesterol, has a thing with the karaoke mic and is so unlucky on lucky nine&lt;br /&gt;Jose- Quiet..... Silent...... soundless.... noiseless... still.... hush...tacit.... ......&lt;br /&gt;Rovier- Big, Huge, Gigantic and has even bigger sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Me-Photographer, Tall, almost fat, Likes Jacq A L O T!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so these are the people i remember in my memories who are always there in Ate Grace's House..&lt;br /&gt;and if i miss out people please do tell me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway it was almost Christmas like december 20 that we did this drinking party...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun for me because my friends are there and Jacq was there....&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't control my camera because it keeps taking pictures of Jacq in every event... as in every single event that i have my camera and jacq was there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is like the camera has taken a liking to jacq.. of course... she was beautiful, she has a good heart, she has a brain of a perfectionist, she is... who she is.... a nineteen years old girl, who loves her family and her friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is why the camera chose Jacq... and of course it is me who has the camera hahaha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A camera is there to show love and hatred... has the power to see the past... has a power to remember... but it has no power to change the past and as i look at the pictures i have taken... i sometimes regretted and accepted that i didnt tell her... it might be not the right time but those two years were wasted... not showing any actions... not being brave to tell her.. nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... i am a wuss when in comes to love... being shy, being a nervous wreck...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how could i past through this phase... how can i overcome this obstacle....&lt;br /&gt;how...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYe7z6a7t7I/AAAAAAAAABs/pIJsQ8Ythbk/s1600-h/_MG_1903.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-4285924014673015175?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/4285924014673015175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=4285924014673015175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/4285924014673015175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/4285924014673015175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/02/chapter-23-ate-graces-house.html' title='Chapter 23 Ate Grace&apos;s house...'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYe8g2fEU7I/AAAAAAAAAB0/J7hy8DXHm24/s72-c/_MG_1940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-3228775420033129628</id><published>2009-01-31T21:35:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T20:43:56.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 22 gobbledyguk</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYU3m52PIMI/AAAAAAAAABk/esCXEP7aqlo/s1600-h/_MG_1313.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297701678174118082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYU3m52PIMI/AAAAAAAAABk/esCXEP7aqlo/s320/_MG_1313.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Mcdonalds was in my sight...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I openned the door...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the food was given to me...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the Double-cheeseburger was bitten...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the Raspberry Ice Tea was Half-empty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the salty small french fries was drenched with crimson sauce (ketchup)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;As the Notebook connects with the pencil...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The story of what happened on thanksgiving night was written...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There were three different thanksgiving occurances that night...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The first one was a total stranger for the part of me.. there was no one except my dad that i knew... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the Only reason why i went there is because my dad knew them, he was invited and it was on the path of Our family Thanksgiving which was the second thanksgiving i went too..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So After i ate that juicy baked thanksgiving turkey stuffed with pineapple... we finally headed towards my sister's house and was about to eat again... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another baked turkey which was drowned into gravy... i couldnt resist not to eat because dude the gravy was leaking out of the turkey!! yummy!... so i took some, like the legs and the neck... then drank two bottles of corona just to add some flavor to this turkey i was having... then that's it... for my family get together thanksgiving party.. Of course we talked and chatted abit but that wasnt the reason why i was typing this story...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after the my sister's house.. we went home and i was devastated because that's it? its not even 12 in the evening yet and we are heading home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then a miracle happened... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a call... from Yves saying that they were going to Bea Maderazo's house for thanksgiving and was asking if i want to go.... Of course i said yes because they are my friends and would love to hang out with them... Pee wee was there and would love to see what happens to him and Bea... Bea Sabino was there and would love to annoy her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and the main reason which is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If Bia's house is in reservior &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and reservior is where jacq lives&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;therefore Jacq's is in Bia's house(nax philosophy) hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and true enough she was there... her purple shirt and black vest and yes, her blue jeans...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes... My night was totally awesome... Jacq was there, Jacq was happy, Jacq IS beautiful and still the same... which makes her Pretty!....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and Yeah i ate another turkey!! which made my Seratonin level sky rocketing the roof and made me sleep, a good sleep... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks to the people that made this possible... Kat(because without her there will be no Yves) Yves(because without him there will be no Kat, Yves's Car (because without it there will be no transportation), Bia (without her there will be no party), Bia's house (without it there will be no shelter), Bea Sabino (without her there will be no communication with Pee Wee) and Pee Wee (without him why would Bia invites us) hahhahahh:P PHILOSOPHY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-3228775420033129628?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/3228775420033129628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=3228775420033129628' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3228775420033129628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3228775420033129628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-22-gobbledyguk.html' title='Chapter 22 gobbledyguk'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SYU3m52PIMI/AAAAAAAAABk/esCXEP7aqlo/s72-c/_MG_1313.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-3690894512008964866</id><published>2009-01-26T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T10:46:58.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 21 AB meets LD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6ZyEQcvCI/AAAAAAAAABc/gSq6qTppoWQ/s1600-h/_MG_9859.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: right;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6ZyEQcvCI/AAAAAAAAABc/gSq6qTppoWQ/s320/_MG_9859.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295839297249524770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;as you can see in the picture in the left... whose converse are these?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the meeting of the Anak Bayan and Lakas Diwa in the small area called Mayon Grille.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was sleeping the whole day, nothing to do but going online, eating lucky me instant noodles and sleeping the whole afternoon.... then finally the meeting was about to start... Yves, Kat and Bea were calling me in my phone which was silent in that moment..  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but woke up and changed my clothes then just walk towards Mayon Grille.. it wasnt that far from me that's why i was late hehehhe.... its just a 3minute walk up to west side then just 5 blocks towards the left... so i was walking... then my phone rang... it was kathleen... with her high pitch voice "asan ka na!"... i told her that im almost there.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i walked pass Mayon Grille and saw everyone i know.... and was shock!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jacq was there... sitting between Bea and Kat... as in she has her blue jack, her gray sweater, her blue jeans and her jackass converse.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was there, i didnt know who brought her there but it changed my sleepy atmosphere to an alert one... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was there talking to kat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was there talking to bea...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was there and they even tell me... lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so after the AB and LD meeting... kuya Alan went in and got the food for his birthday!! we were all invited and spent the night in Kuya Alan's place or someone's place... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and like i said Jacq was there.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-3690894512008964866?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/3690894512008964866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=3690894512008964866' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3690894512008964866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3690894512008964866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-21-ab-meets-ld.html' title='chapter 21 AB meets LD'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6ZyEQcvCI/AAAAAAAAABc/gSq6qTppoWQ/s72-c/_MG_9859.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-3015719059099302890</id><published>2009-01-26T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T21:07:06.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 20 lucky 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6S7KrlasI/AAAAAAAAABU/L6Xhda4omFA/s1600-h/_MG_1153.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6S7KrlasI/AAAAAAAAABU/L6Xhda4omFA/s320/_MG_1153.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295831757011380930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lucky nine,  a good game when your drinking and a better game with a marker... yes... we massacre our faces with nengki's eyeliner black and green which evidently occupied our faces.. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was lured again by Yves this time by the words that will definitely hook me... and that is "c jacq nandito"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i was saying no and telling them that i couldnt go because i dont have a car and its freaking cold and snowing.... so i put the down the phone and slept for a bit.. then the timing was right my dad went home... and without thinking, i wore my clothes and get my dad's keys and told him that im going out because there is a birthday party to attend too at around 10pm.. hahhaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i didnt call them.. i just drove over towards ate grace house and surprise them... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then i arrived and called yves to open the door.. he was shocked because i told him i couldnt go and you know what he said to me "i knew it lakas ng powers ni jacq hhahah" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i took pictures and of course i love taking pictures of jacq... she is so cute!! adorable and beautiful... i love her hair and her eyes.. shit i can go on and on describing her...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;im still deeply in love her....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-3015719059099302890?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/3015719059099302890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=3015719059099302890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3015719059099302890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/3015719059099302890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-20-lucky-9.html' title='chapter 20 lucky 9'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6S7KrlasI/AAAAAAAAABU/L6Xhda4omFA/s72-c/_MG_1153.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-6286834751193743085</id><published>2009-01-26T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T20:39:58.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>chapter 19 sadness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6P_9qTHzI/AAAAAAAAABM/w-Vno-2w19M/s1600-h/_MG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6P_9qTHzI/AAAAAAAAABM/w-Vno-2w19M/s320/_MG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295828540880789298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wrong picture that was for the surprise birthday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i always remember the twenty-fifth of october" john says.. it was this time of the month that the birthday party Bea Sabino, one of my closes friends in this imperialist society of america... She didn't expect to have a birthday but thanks to her loving caring mother. She had one and next week she had another one (surprise thanks to us) hahaha... so she invited me to go to this birthday party but Kathleen(finally the right name) and Yves told me not to go so she will be heart broken, sad, devastated that her friends from this capitalistic country could'nt go... &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;unfortunately... i was lured by a text message Bea sent me... it was one of those magic words "they" (yves, kat and bea) use to lure me and that is "jacq is here".... so i got my dad's car and brought Egi and Frances with me.... it was so late but i still manage to arrive in that house of sweets... Yes Bea's mom wants to kill us by over feeding us but the good part is... its good food thats killing us... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;so we were having fun... talking about the "this side up" concert.. chatting about how hard nursing is... singing eternal flames in the karaoke mic... eating those deathly good leche flans... drinking those bottles of corona...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;suddenly jacq's phone rang.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was her sister Nille asking her where she was...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then as everybody knows i bug everyone and so i said "Nille ang pangit mo!!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then jacq shouted at me :( with the emotion of anger with it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything was silence like the saying "an angel walked pass us"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was heart breaking for me and realization that i still have feelings for jacq... i was saying sorry to her but she was just snobbing me.... not talking to me... then it was time to go.... that night i texted her my apologies but still no replies.... i couldnt sleep knowing that i made as in me made jacq angry... the night was bitter for me.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the next day she was online and i asked one more time for forgiveness, then she signs out... my heart was stabbed endlessly...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but.... suddenly.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she replied to me "dont worry about it... i was in a bad mood and you... you have to sometimes think on what your saying because it could really offend people"(hirap ng tagalog ahhaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;she was invisible in yahoo messenger.... Yahoo! those stabbings in my heart healed at once... i was happy :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-6286834751193743085?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/6286834751193743085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=6286834751193743085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/6286834751193743085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/6286834751193743085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2009/01/chapter-19-sadness.html' title='chapter 19 sadness'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SX6P_9qTHzI/AAAAAAAAABM/w-Vno-2w19M/s72-c/_MG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-5874771286445704520</id><published>2008-05-03T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T08:41:45.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>CHAPTER EIGHTEEN&lt;br /&gt;TAKING A MASTERPIECE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a saturday morning, where john has to wake up at 8:00am in the morning for his microbiology class. True, he wakes up at exactly 8am but stands up at 8:30... but this day was different.. his class starts at 9am but he was too drunk to even get up... he vomitted three times because of all the beer he had taken for that day... he didnt wake up that 8am but instead he woke up at 10:30 which he texted nengki about he is not feeling well that day... but unfortunately nengki told him that he needs to go because it was our test for microbiology which he totally forgot... so what he did was pulling his pants due to the fact that he vomitted his pants off... change his shoes because of the that he also vomitted it.... change his shirt because he also vomitted it... long story short he changed everything even the scent of the vomit by spraying the whole bottle of perfume....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyways... he rushed out of the house and even got his dad's car and drove towards NJCU... but it wasn't his luck... the test was over and teacher left... so nengki, olga and jacq was there... jacq of course was beautiful. she was wearing a green hoodie..(I think) and green corderoid(i think thats the spelling... pants, with her matching green shades....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was beautiful day, warm outside and of course jacq was there.... she told us what she wants to do that day but john didnt have what she wants... huhuh... she was to take...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which john always wanted to do... so it was a sad day for john...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next sat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he promised that he would bring his camera and will never be late and true enough both promises were fulfilled.. he was early, he found jacq in the halls because always as in always she comes in the first... john loved the way she was sitting on the chair studying her nursing handouts... peaceful, quiet and beautiful were the words to describe her in that moment... then john bugged her because that's what he always do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after that nengki came, then olga, then class started... normally they go inside the laboratory and do lab first before lecture and what they did was....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;getting MRSA (also known as &lt;a class="L4 b" onmousedown="return pk(this,{en:'da',io:'1',b:'sa',tp:'d',ec:'10',ex:'da_sn%3D00010%26da_lhs%3D1627507%26da_lhx%3Dpra%253A%2BHealth%253A%2BDiseases%2BSimple%253A%2BBasic%26da_rhs%3D1631249%26da_rht%3DLink%26da_rhx%3DMethicillin-resistant%2BStaphylococcus%2Baureus%26da_sro%3D1631234%26da_stp%3D1%26da_iid%3D0001%26da_lit%3DMRSA'});" href="http://wzus.ask.com/r?t=p&amp;amp;d=us&amp;amp;s=a&amp;amp;c=a&amp;amp;l=dir&amp;amp;o=0&amp;amp;ld=3102&amp;amp;sv=0a300511&amp;amp;ip=829c2cd2&amp;amp;id=111E81733DA87AF4360E30A7A53BFD73&amp;amp;q=mrsa+fact+sheet&amp;amp;p=1&amp;amp;qs=178&amp;amp;ac=1&amp;amp;g=6318kOXBfItzXf&amp;amp;en=da&amp;amp;io=1&amp;amp;ep=&amp;amp;eo=&amp;amp;b=sa&amp;amp;bc=&amp;amp;br=&amp;amp;tp=d&amp;amp;ec=10&amp;amp;pt=Methicillin-resistant%20Staphylococcus%20aureus&amp;amp;ex=da_sn%3D00010%26da_lhs%3D1627507%26da_lhx%3Dpra%253A%2BHealth%253A%2BDiseases%2BSimple%253A%2BBasic%26da_rhs%3D1631249%26da_rht%3DLink%26da_rhx%3DMethicillin-resistant%2BStaphylococcus%2Baureus%26da_sro%3D1631234%26da_stp%3D1%26da_iid%3D0001%26da_lit%3DMRSA&amp;amp;url=&amp;amp;u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.healthline.com%2Fadamcontent%2Fmrsa-infection%3Futm_medium%3Dask%26utm_source%3Dsmart%26utm_campaign%3Darticle%26utm_term%3Dmrsa%26ask_return%3DMRSA" wzup="1"&gt;Methicillin-resistant Staphylococcus aureus&lt;/a&gt; or super bacteria) off their noses.. and after that cultivate the bacteria... john was having fun taking picture of them picking their noses with the cotton swabs... unfortunately he didn't get good shots... after that was lecture and then dismissal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally john can take her pictures without getting notice... (a truimphant laugh) john even brought a tripod and they had pictures for an hour or so... then after that olga has to leave... but nengki, john and jacq decided to go to newport mall because jacq hadn't been there for years... john got really good shots of jacq and he was satisfied the whole day...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-5874771286445704520?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/5874771286445704520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=5874771286445704520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/5874771286445704520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/5874771286445704520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2008/05/chapter-eighteen-taking-masterpiece-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-8445972196891798772</id><published>2008-01-18T21:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T13:17:55.707-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the Story of a Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/R54hNJOVBJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f-Mb9hXDaBM/s1600-h/IMG_4880.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160598732711199890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/R54hNJOVBJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f-Mb9hXDaBM/s320/IMG_4880.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where it all began&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story that i haven't told to anyone. A story about a boy name John. A tall, thin pilipino who has no self-confident or whatsoever about girls.. He has a lot of crushes whom his friends think that he is in love with... A Stacy, a Lisa, a Gemma and a Daria those are names of his crushes which unfortunately hides his true love's name.. He actually fooled everyone, thinking that those girls are true loves but were just mere pawns to his true agenda which is a girl name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacquelyn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful name with a little a tinge of masculinity..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John met jacq through a friend in a drinking party in Ate Grace's house.. John had his long hair with a little bit of a emo clothing to it.. John was quiet because it was new crowd of people which he just met. that's the first meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the second meeting will be at Popeyes in Journal Square, where everything was chicken that can get bad cholesterol if you lived eating that food everyday.. the popeye meetings continued in the duration of the semester which was spring... after that it was dead relationship with them..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT.. later did John know that they would be classmates in the Autumn semester in Christ Hospital School of nursing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the third meaning which was where everything fell into place was when John procastinate on paying for the ERI exam which was 65$... He has to give that payment on a friday of august which school was closed eventually... John was knocking, calling, yelling, kicking so the door can open but nothing happened... he got pissed and turned back from the door.. suddenly he saw a girl heading towards him with her hair untied and was being blown by the wind... she entered the room and suddenly john realized they have met before and John said... "i dont think someone's inside"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"what! Ah man" said in her irratating tone "ah man, i should have given this before, my dad told me to give yesterday but i was to lazy" she laughed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John couldn't stop looking at her eyes... which were purely light brown.. her eyes were truly beautiful... an unescapable trap were men had fallen for... finally John opened his mouth and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"jackie, right?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yeah, John right?" she answered back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"yup" in an instant replied john "well got to go im late for work and i think its about to rain"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"well yeah, bye" she said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day went by fast... knowing that time flys when you are in love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finaly orientation came where John texted Jacq and Kat if they are already there in the Orientation which they didnt reply... Jacq and Kat were sitted at the back of the room and reserved me a sit beside jacq and i was happy but my sister was sitting beside me too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter two&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason of the doubt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John would think if it is the right time for him to confess to jacq about his love for her but he couldn't... it wasn't that he was scared or anything but he was caring about jacq's studies... If Jacq fails because of John then that would be a stupid reason to fail... John was also scared about the friendship, he and jacq already had... Once he confess to Jacq.. And Jacq dumps john, the friendship will be lost forever.. there will be insecurities...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nengki, who has beautiful voice in the karaoke mic, told John that "there is still time for you and jacq to be together... you just have to wait a little longer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rovier, who is a huge person but his sense of humor is still bigger, told John that "Jacq is part of the boys you can't do that... But its your life..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat, who is small but has magnificent mind, told John that "OMG are you serious, i knew it, that you like her.. well the only thing is ill support you...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, who is as small as a fire hydrant (exaggerating) but a lovable person, told John that "well just wait for summer because nursing two is really a hard subject and she doesnt need any distractions...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luisa, who is a hot cool sizzling mom, told John," you know when you and Jacq were walking together going to A&amp;amp;P (anatomy and Physiology) i thought you were BF and GF...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cookie, who likes all guys except pilipino guys, told John that "when i saw you and Jacq standing together when you were presenting the evidence base research. you both look good together.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, who has the beautiful smile and hair, told John that "why won't you date jacq she is tall, smart and beautiful?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Anne, who is my terrible nightmare sisters (JUST KIDDING) she is quite the control freak which i grew to get use to it, told John that "you know in the orientation i find you and jacq so close like couples"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people recommended john that Jacq and him look good together but its not up to them but it is up to jacq and John so....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He finally decided that he would not do anything to distract Jacq of her studies and make her pass her final exams unfortunately, John failed Nursing 1... but john will remain sweet and caring for Jacq... so she could notice the small things john does for her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Three&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Her Description&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacquelyn Herda, a name, not just a name but a name with little drop of masculinity like i said before.. She has the perfect height for a girl, not too small and not too tall.. an ideal height for John.. she has those dreamy beautiful hazelnut eyes that can pretty much attract the male species... Her hair were straight long black pearl color which shines brightly when the sun hits... Her smile makes me smile that's all you need to know... Her lips are red like roses... her body....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... is a monument of love, cleanliness, fortitude, caring, hope, inspiration and intellect... and there is only one being in this world that can create such beautiful creature like her and it's God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart screams out her childish ways which makes her a unique lovable girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind shows the maturity of any matured person in the face of the planet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her skin glows like those lights in Las Vegas, blooming brightly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can you ever find a girl like her in this world full of hate, war and chaos...&lt;br /&gt;A simple girl with an extraordinary powers of being the way she is today not changing but showing her inner beauty to the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shallow Hall the movie wouldn't notice the different from the inner beauty and physical beauty because there both the same....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some friends of her and how they describe her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nille, a lovely small sister which is older than jacq described her as "a unique creature"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nengki, who overdose herself with cholesterol in popeyes described her as "tall and sexy"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jen, who is a prisoner of her own house described her as "smart and tall"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reina, who is a lightweight in drinking alcohol describe as "mature for her age"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i am still waiting for the others to reply on my text.... so anyways Jacq has a good heart but once you get her in her bad side it will be harder for her to forget that is why her friendster message is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People may forget what you've said or done, but they will never forget how you made them feel."....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter four&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleeping Over&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a friday night 10pm and john was out of work already.. he heads towards the bus station and got into the 80 bus which goes from Gates ave. to Journal square.. after the bus drops john on Journal square. he quickly got into those mini buses to head to christ hospital.... Are you wondering why he is going there? its to study for the finals which is the monday next week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has been jumping from room to room because he couldnt concentrate due to the people in it or his brain is a little too tired... then finally Charina, a photogenic girl sat on the other room because of the noise she makes when she studies.. Jen and Reina where in the another room, studying.... Paula, a heavyweight champion on drinking was in another room studying... and it leaves John and Jacq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were studying together in the room between Jen and Cha... John was too embarrass to sleep because Jacq was there and Jacq was also embarrass to sleep becasue of John... so they ended up not sleeping but studying it was a good combination....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hours spent with her were Heaven for John...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, John rested because he was done studying for cardiovascular, spiritual and pulmonary and was like tired... and Jacq too was tired and John and Jacq talked for awhile....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They talked about Jay and how Jacq got a bible study for free... that she felt guilty because she got hit by the reasons Jay gave her about the mass, the idols and some other things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that they were bored and went out of the room.. and the best thing was the knobs.. it was freaking static... once you touch it you get a little electricuted due to the dryness of the room...&lt;br /&gt;They checked on everyone... Cha was still shouting her Medical Jargons, Jen made a bed of chairs and curled to sleep, and Reina was studying her economics... so after checking on everyone they went outside the balcony... john was wearing only a shirt and Jacq has a jacket on... it was freaking freezing outside that made them both wide awake which was good because after that they studied again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq went out to study in the classroom near the room... and i was left alone in the room... and found myself getting drowsy and slept for awhile then woked up after 15minutes and wondered what was Jacq doing outside....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John went outside and entered the classroom and saw Jacq sleeping on one of the chairs in front of the classroom, where a light was showering her beauty... She was giving a radiant aura that showed every little loveliness she has..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her notes were on the floor, her head resting on her right hand... she was beautiful when she sleeps, no snoring, no grinding but peacefully like she has no problem or whatsoever.... John walked near to her and looked at her for a minute...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an incandescent skin giving brightness to the room, her lips were red as cherries, her problems were gone, her everything was fine-looking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then john woke her up... then laughed afterwards because there was a erythema that had formed on her forehead... it was red, due to her staying in the position she was at that time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so in the end... she passed and i didn't but that night was worth it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NBA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was a thursday of december when john was talking to jacq because he has nothing else to do.. no work and no school nothing but talked with endlessly with jacq unfortunately endlessly will not be a word to use because she has to go and do something... after she hanged up... john's phone rang.. he answered it and it was his dad talking in the other side of the phone.... his dad was telling john that he has two tickets for the NBA game and he was asking john if he wants to watched the game and if he has someone to bring.... the first thing that came in john's mind was...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JACQUELYN....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and john told his dad "yeah sure ill just call my friend, if she wants to watched it"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;John hanged up and dialed the number of jacq as quick as a cheetah... it was ringing and it answered...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Hello"jacq said with her soothing voice..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Jacq, do have plans for later?" john asked directly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"yeah, i have to babysit for my mom" john's hopes fell down "why?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;John answered "well i got two tickets for an NBA game, kings vs nets"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"OH REALLY!! let me call my mom first" excitedly replied by jacq..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"OK! bye" said john,, hanged up...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;around 5pm she called john with a news.. a bad news... she couldn't go with him because jacq made a promise to her mom... anyways she told me..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"why not bring my sister?"..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"yeah sure why not" john replied "so i'll go there around 7pm to picked her up ok"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ok, ah man i want to watch!" screamed jacq...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;john told her "dont worry you get to watched that, i promise"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"ok, ill call her now, bye.." click... jacq hanged up..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so john got his dad's car and tickets and left around 6:45pm and arrived in jacq's place around 7:00pm and called jacq that he arrived.. she actually went down with her fluffy purple slippers to open the door for john... her hair wasn't tied... it was unusual that she didn't tie her hair... her hair was brushing her shoulders like a artist painting a masterpiece... and her brown eyes.. john was too shy to looked at her straight to her eyes because she was beautiful...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;she invited him inside and asked if he wanted a drink... john was too shy because it was his very first time in her house... so he just sits on the couch while she turns on the tv... john was exploring his surrounding and saw one picture which shocked him....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;John said to jacq "i never seen you in a skirt before finally!!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"OH! yeah that was graduation and i need to wear a skirt" jacq answered....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her sister nille was late!!! she actually arrive around 7:15pm and had to changed so they left for the game around 7:30pm... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;when they got in the car... they were talking about jacq's high school life... which was more information for john... Nille told john that jacq was "ghetto" before.. wearing big earrings and listening to rap music... john laughed all the way until....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;they got lost in the highway thanks to the best navigator john has... his dad... they actually went the opposite direction... but eventually arrived in continental arena... they had reserved parking so there's no need to worry about parking...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;so they arrived around they end of 1st quarter and watched until the end... they were sitted near the court and near the players walked by.... so after that... john brought her home and went home, knowing that he has good points from the sister of jacq.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER SIX&lt;br /&gt;HALLOWEEN PARADE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;October 31, 2007... the parade of costumes, the walked of masks, and the best damn parade..... John loves Halloween... it is the celebrations of costumes which anyone can actually wear anything... unfortunately john had worked until 9pm.... he was actually rushing and finishing all his work at around 8:30pm just to be off at 9pm... he dashed in the streets and off he went into the pathtrain to the netherworld a.k.a new york...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john was a samurai in a kimono which he bought in a trift shop at good will for 5$ and it fits him perfectly.... he called jacq to know where she was and where to meet them... John finally got out of the path at around 10:30pm which was too late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then john found capt. rovier outside a blimpie store with his sword swinging.... then finally.....&lt;br /&gt;... john saw jacq... she was some kind of a old childish bizzared looking girl... with long hair and with two big highlights of white hair but still when she smiles nothing was different... she was still....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john missed the grand parade but he didnt miss what he was waiting for... and it was jacquelyn...&lt;br /&gt;so ended up taking a little picture here and there... then finally went to otherworld a.k.a new jersey and ate at a diner near the science building in journal sq....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then they ended up going home, rovier dropping everyone home... the night was perfect for john... even though he missed everything except...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Seven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John had a dream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wonder why we dream? John's theory is pretty simple... dreams are mysterious messages that links the real world and the dream world.... but sometimes dreams can occur when you think about it all day long... that happened to john.... after what everyone said after the evidence based presentation.. john thought about jacq the whole and eventually dreamt about her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a warm autumn where john and jacq were heading towards A&amp;amp;P class.... they were holding hands while jacq was leaning over to john.... they entered the classed and sitted together in the end of the table... unfortunately john had to abandoned luisa and gus because he wants to stay with jacq so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...John woked up with a smile knowing that he actaully dreamt a good dream last night and was hoping to continue that dream....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Eight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;John had a dream again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was mid of january when john had another dream with jacq... this dream was cool because john actually fought someone finally..... so here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were in Ate Grace's house... drinking, watching, karaoking and having fun... until nolan and there other so called friends entered the house because they were invited by ate grace... then they started drinking and after an hour or two they were drunk... jacq was pissed and john doesnt know why... but she eventually went out of the house then nolan went out too... john being worried about jacq went out too and finds that nolan slapped her in the face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john rushed out and without thinking punch nolan and pushed him away from jacq... john looked at jacq and said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are you ok?" john comforting jacq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq was screaming at nolan with such vulgar words you can even imagine she would say.. with her eyes drowning with tears because the pain she recieved from a guy.... everybody went out because of the screaming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nolan stands up and walked towards jacq but john was infront jacq shielding her from him then.... sirens went...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john woked up with his cellphone alarming...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Nine&lt;br /&gt;Led&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led, a good musician, a good guitarist and is in one the best band john has ever known.. "the kamikaze"... kamikaze also known as divine wind well john doesnt know why they called them that but im pretty much sure that they are awesome....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john envies led a lot because this is the words that is always in the mouth of jacq.. she loves led... she adores led... led, led, led.... when she met him in person... you could see the smile she has from ear to ear.... she even played scramble and put led in the e in jacque and took a picture of it... john is really jealous of led... he wished he was led so it wouldnt be hard for him to court jacq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the good news is... led is just a singer and they are not close... they are not friends.... led has a gf (i think)..... but you can never take the love that she puts in him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...*sigh*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Ten&lt;br /&gt;Morning drinking&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the end of Nursing 1 were everybody needs to get evaluated for the clinicals... john, jacq, kat, cha, yves, ben, ver, paula, reyna, and jen.... so they started to buy liqours and food... and finally a place to drink...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was john's house... everybody went there walked two stairways and entered my house.... everybody was busy... kat, jacq was cooking while john cleared the clutters in the table... then ver and ben mixed the exilir of drunkeness... it was green apple martini, a whole pitcher of hangovers.. then man's best friends drink... BEER!!... john and everyone started drinking at 1pm then around 2pm... jen, reyna and paula came with another potion of alcohol.... everybody was tipsy, talking louder and louder, saying anything.... john even hugged jacq and jacq didnt even seem to be disgusted by it.... she was laughing and smiling in the camera while john hugged her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was ice cream for john... hugging her for around 20secs, a breaking record.... smelling her hair full of cologne which john is still curious to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually, the alcohol ran out and everybody started to go home at 5pm.... john went straight to bed knowing he had hugged jacq for the very longest time.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..... around 12am john woked up with a hangover!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Eleven&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Parokya ni Kaze!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a saturday of october... it was warm but the breeze gets a chill or two... john had worked early in the morning from 9am to 5pm... luckily the band will be around 9pm but everybody wants to meet at around 6pm... so john was lucky!!... he actually dashed towards the bus station and headed to Journal sq. and meet at Lowe's theater where it was held... the band, the pilipino band... PAROKYA NI EDGAR!!! and one of the best funniest bands in the Philippines the KAMIKAZES!!!..... its one of the best court john ever went... due to the fact that it was both his favorite bands playing.... and best part is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.... john was with jacq....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how best the bands are...&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats jacq's smile...&lt;br /&gt;no matter how good they sing...&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats jacq's voice....&lt;br /&gt;no matter how well known they are...&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats jacq's fame...&lt;br /&gt;no matter how everybody loves them...&lt;br /&gt;nothing beats john's love for jacq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good night for john... they actually sitted on the front sits.. where they saw jay's tattoos in his body clearly, chito miranda was in fact right beside us... singing harana to another girl in the crowd... there were actually kids crawling like rats in front of us to see chito miranda... but the best thing about the front sits was it wasnt john's exact sit row... and the even more best part was john was sitting beside jacq throughout the entire program... sigh... it is good but it is not good....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the best night!!!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after Parokya ni edgar sang their eight songs... both band merge to become the Parokya ni Kaze.. they sang Okatokat and Ordertaker...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally everything ended.... but night was still young... nengki had backstage pass thanks to her lovable BF... but unfortunately only can come with her... Jacq actually rushed and said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ME!" raising her hands like those kindergarten kids...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it was john and nille who was left behind but a little bit of luck and a cigarette.. they saw puto from kamikaze who wants to smoke... and the drummer from parokya.... finally jacq and nengks went out with their smiles were actually taped that they couldn't remove the smiles... well thanks to jacq.. john got the signatures from parokya ni edgar at kamikaze...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but unfortunately the night has to end and john needs to go to another party so they said their goodbyes and hugs and part ways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter twelve&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Text to Speech&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;no matter how hard John rehearses.. he couldn't build up the strength to tell her... he couldn't have the courage, the guts, the willpower to tell her... it was hard for him... no matter how many times he memorizes those lines... courage hides beneath fear that made john scared...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Everytime jacq was there... it is hard to build up the strength john gave when he is at the house were no one but him stands looking straight to the wall or a mirror and talking to himself.. it was easy if he is talking to himself but once jacq shows up his guts loses balance and fall... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;he couldn't even tell her in a letter because his hands wouldn't dare to move... Maybe jacq has some kind of a aura that breaks courage and wields fear in john.. or maybe john's weakness is jacq... no matter what reason john gives it wouldn't do nothing but show fear in him...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;john always completed the sentence without any stutter or shyness but once jacq is there.. it changes everything... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her smiles sucks the words away... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her eyes blinds the words so john couldn't see it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her skin hides the words...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her voice enpowers the words john's speaks of...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her beauty is more beautiful than the words john says...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her..... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jacquelyn....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;her name comprises the words john is scared to say...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;it is a very simple sentence....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;......I LOVE YOU..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter thirteen&lt;br /&gt;Mcdonalds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah.. Mcdonalds, a place of relaxation after a boring, sleepy course with Anatomy and Physiology... this is the place were john, jacq, rovier, nengks, stacy and sometimes pj use to hang out... they are the typical bunch to order a burger or two just to sit in mcdonalds... and they are the noises bunch in the whole mcdonalds talking tagalog to each other... well enough about the place....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mcdonalds is where nengki told us about our hororscope (dont know the spelling)... john was a gemini, jacq was a capricorn, nengki was a something i forgot and stacy was a libra... nengki was looking for the perfect match for each one... so she tried everything they told her... but enough about that.. geminis are flirts, romantic, happy go lucky, good kissers, not a fighter but a lover kind of a guy... with two personalities... well some of them are true and are LIES! and some john hasn't done yet... Gemini Greatest Strength: Your curiosity about a variety of interests Gemini Possible Weakness: Distracting yourself from what is most important&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;now let's go to a capricorn, jacq, they are very serious in relationship and life, a good kisser and tends to get annoy quickly, sweet and have high goals in their lives.. Capricorn Greatest Strength: Your ability to overcome obstacles Capricorn Possible Weakness: Too much work and not enough play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and john asked nengki to see if a gemini is the perfect match for a capricorn... so she did and after she saw it... she laughed and told them..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"gemini and capricorn are the worst match because geminis doesn't want any serious relationship while wants it"... "geminis tends to flirt around with the opposites while capricorn tends to get jealous quickly"..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;LIES!!!.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but anyways they are just having fun and nothing is true about hororscopes... well it is up to the person if he really wants to follow those astronomical stars or follow your own path...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER FOURTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking can kill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wind of february has came and love is in the air... yes, this is the month of valentines... the month of flowers, chocolates, teddy bears and lots of hearts... but john has a problem, a very big problem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what is he going to give to jacq on valentines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flowers? Chocolates? Teddy Bears? A Balloon Heart?... NO!!! her sister said to john... jacq finds it "corny" not romantic, no creativity... or whatsoever she wants to call that....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a very big obstacle john has to tackle for the month of valentines.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a capricorn with the instinct of high expectation and goals are harder to please... so that's why john had hardly enough sleep thinking on what to give her... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;something unique?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a pack of red horse?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a shirt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;a something.... what is it!! thinking about it kills....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jacq is a unique creature her sister said to john... now john knows why she call her that... she is harder to read even harder than a nursing book...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her sister which is the closes to her doesnt even have a clue about jacqs love life or any kinds of life... jacq is a very secretive person... which makes her unique and hard to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its so hard and its so scary too... john knows he doesnt have a chance with jacq but still he still pursues.... john also had a dream when he was thinking of what to give to jacq...&lt;br /&gt;john dreamt of it twice already in the one week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the dream is about what do inorder to date jacq.... it was so hard to believe that john dreamt about it.. so enough is enough here is the dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacq was walking in the pedestrain lane... were john pushed her suddenly at the back... she fell foward and quickly turned around and was pissed... when she saw john looked at her and john smiles... john got hit by a freaking car...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john actually rolled over until he hit the rear of car... jacq rushed towards john to see if he was alright.... and of course he wasnt because he was hit by a freaking car....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john smiled and told something to jacq... jacq teared and hugged john... and john woke up hugging his pillow....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have to do that kind of an extreme to get jacq's heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no matter how john tries to be close to jacq... jacq's moves farther... i pity john for going for jacq... but he still never asked or never tried and being a pessimists wont do anythin good... so lets just see how it goes and deal with it afterwards.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER FIFTEEN&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for You by New found Glory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this song has been sanged by everyone... from madonna, to mymp to new found glory... but john prefer punk rock songs so he chose new found glory...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the song dictates how crazy john is to jacq.... and perhaps jacq is reading this blog... pls tell john that you are reading this dont hide it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well here are the other songs that are listed only for jacq...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story so far by New found Glory -all john know is the best convesation that john ever had..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crazy for you by New found Glory- john is crazy for jacq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your still the One by New found Glory- you are the one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything i do by New found Glory- everything i do i do it for jacq!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dress to Kill by New found Glory- John cant dream anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harana by Parokya ni Edgar- John wish i can do this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gitara by Parokya ni Edgar- this one too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted by Simple Plan- John is addicted to Jacq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princessa by Six Cycle Mind- Dalhin mo si John sa Palasyo mo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Date by Blink 182- john wishes to have his first date with jacq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complicated by Avril Lavigne- jacq is so complicated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you by Blink 182- I MISS YOU!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown Eyed Girl by Green Day- those hazel eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny by The click five- it suppose to be jacquee not jenny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a smile by barbie's cradle- just a smile makes john smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the girl by the click five- its a bittersweet feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well those are the songs listen to it if you want.. those are pretty good songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter Sixteen&lt;br /&gt;Valentines :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well john's valentines was the worst day he would ever imagine just to get those flowers for jacq... he traveled to newark city just to get those flower around 6am in the morning in the his sister's house... then he has to go to the hospital because his dad was in the emergency room because of a fever he got... he got the flowers it was beautiful like jacq and left my sister's house.. one the way home was terrible... traffic jam on route 280 because of the black ice that stayed in the roads that makes the wheel slippery... it took john two hours just to enter the Jersey city... after that he has to go to the emergency room to get his dad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john missed all of his schooling because of this problem... but it was worth the trouble... at around two o'clock john tried calling cha to know where she was and jacq but unfornutaley with the luck that john has on valentines... she forgot her phone so john couldnt contact her... instead of cha... john called jen which eventually answered and said that jacq left going somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn... john said..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was actually on his way there.. the only thing to do is plan B... NILLE!! john called nille and asked where she was.. she was headed on her way to bus station but thank God with a little bit of luck.. she miss the bus... (hehhehehe) so plan B was to leave the stargazer lillies in her house and be surprise to see it when she arrives home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it works... around 9pm... jacq texted john&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aba aba... ano tong flowers... thanks... para sa mga single na may kabit hahahha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those were the words she texted john... those words make john think that there were no bad luck that valentines.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was perfect....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHAPTER SEVENTEEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MICROBIOLOGY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES!! microbiology, the class of microscopes, the small, the cell and where john is classmate with jacq... yes... john did not missed that opportunity because he actually failed his nursing and he will never see jacq eveyweek... so he got that wish... now he is classmate with jacq, nengks, olga and mishy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so microbiology is fun because of the fact that we have partners... but john was too shy to be jacq so he decided to partner with olga, then nengks and jacq....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-8445972196891798772?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/8445972196891798772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=8445972196891798772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/8445972196891798772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/8445972196891798772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-story-of-boy.html' title='This is the Story of a Boy'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/R54hNJOVBJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/f-Mb9hXDaBM/s72-c/IMG_4880.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-5408069715536626782</id><published>2007-03-10T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:46:12.927-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are SpaRRRRTANS!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/RfOXL5mE6XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K6Wz43W5aCM/s1600-h/300+-+Image+01.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/RfOXL5mE6XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K6Wz43W5aCM/s320/300+-+Image+01.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5040538638652598642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Capes, Bronze Helmets, Bloody Spears, Thick Rounded Shields, and a body with a hard chest and a hard six pack... yes i'm talking about 300. the best acti0n movie this year!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just love their defense and techinque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Immortals!! lets put their names to the test" i loved this line!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How can you speak to mighty men"? asked the persian messenger...... "I BORE MIGHTY MEN"! said the queen of sparta... one of the best lines too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything was ecstacy, the fight, the love, the magic and the end....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to hand it to the director Jack Zynder!!... you made the battle of Thermopylae a history to be rememeber for a very very long time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without even one famous actor or actress in the movie, you made it seem so so real without using any landscapes!!....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LODR is no match for 300&lt;br /&gt;sorry Brad Pitt, Eric Bana and Orlando Bloom but TROY was not even close&lt;br /&gt;Collin Farrel's Alexander is not even manly compare to 300&lt;br /&gt;I was more entertain in 300 than Maximus saying "are you not entertain" in GLADIATOR&lt;br /&gt;Tom Cruise and his samurias can't with stand the power of the Spartans&lt;br /&gt;Kingdom of Heaven was in Hell when 300 appeared..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well balancing in the story and the fight scenes wihtout making a two hour and thirty minutes movie dragging....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloodshed plus humor equals I LOVE IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you just have to see it to live it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four thumbs up!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-5408069715536626782?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/5408069715536626782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=5408069715536626782' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/5408069715536626782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/5408069715536626782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2007/03/we-are-sparrrrtans.html' title='We Are SpaRRRRTANS!!!'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/RfOXL5mE6XI/AAAAAAAAAAY/K6Wz43W5aCM/s72-c/300+-+Image+01.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-1694401933386866147</id><published>2007-01-30T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-31T21:24:59.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 60th birthday mom!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/RcF372gk4qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIc1Ud0fwvM/s1600-h/100_6281.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/RcF372gk4qI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lIc1Ud0fwvM/s320/100_6281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5026430529250321058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Angela Santos Miranda, a true believer, a generous woman, and a caring mother.... she has taught me a lot about life... she was always there to support what we do and was alwasy proud of us... she gave us the best education in the Philippines... she gave us the true faith of Christ... she love us with all her heart..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now she is gone........&lt;br /&gt;she is now in a better place....&lt;br /&gt;a place of truth, love and peace....&lt;br /&gt;but we will remember you, mom...&lt;br /&gt;you have a special part in our hearts that can never be removed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i celebrated the last birthday of my mom in the hospital with ate jessica. i was with her the whole day and the whole night. i was happy that i had celebrated my mom's last birthday together.&lt;br /&gt;  now she is in Heaven... happy and having the time of her life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you so much mom!!&lt;br /&gt;i want to hug you!!&lt;br /&gt;i want to kiss you!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can feel my mom's present all the time, she has protected me ever since we landed in US.&lt;br /&gt;i love her and today January 31 2007 is her birthday and she will be 60years old by now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, my gift to you mom is always the same...&lt;br /&gt;i will give you the highest grade that human life can attain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you and i miss you so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the best mom in the world!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-1694401933386866147?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' 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smile &lt;br /&gt;and you're all I see &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I &lt;br /&gt;can get lost inside your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to the sky &lt;br /&gt;When you save the day &lt;br /&gt;with just a smile &lt;br /&gt;just a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna meet you someday soon &lt;br /&gt;'cause I know you in my mind &lt;br /&gt;everything will be different &lt;br /&gt;when I have you right beside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can take the whole wide world &lt;br /&gt;with your girlish charm &lt;br /&gt;but even as you pull me close &lt;br /&gt;I won't just stay in your arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I &lt;br /&gt;can get lost inside your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to the sky &lt;br /&gt;When you save the day &lt;br /&gt;with just a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well it's for you and everyone &lt;br /&gt;I thought I've searched the world in vain &lt;br /&gt;now look at me &lt;br /&gt;and the search is done &lt;br /&gt;we will never be the same &lt;br /&gt;not the same. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel like I &lt;br /&gt;can get lost inside your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to the sky &lt;br /&gt;When you save the day &lt;br /&gt;with just a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh you make me feel like I &lt;br /&gt;can get lost inside your eyes &lt;br /&gt;I feel closer to the sky &lt;br /&gt;When you save the day &lt;br /&gt;with just a smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a smile, a smile &lt;br /&gt;just a smile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116970172375311826?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116970172375311826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116970172375311826' title='1 Comments'/><link 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116900753404875080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2007/01/apo.html' title='APO!!!'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116779512997251428</id><published>2007-01-02T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T19:33:44.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW YEAR without a Blast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2595/3188/1600/224285/newyear%20015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2595/3188/320/343887/newyear%20015.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no baby rocket hitting a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no five star exploding in the hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no judas belt rattling in the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no kwitis revolving in a tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no super lolo creating big noises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no watusi poisoning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no roman candles  going in the opposite side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fountains showering with light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no lucis exploding unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no gory hospital videos after new year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mess in the streets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no stray bullets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss 2006&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well all i can do is look forward for 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116779512997251428?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116779512997251428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116779512997251428' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116779512997251428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116779512997251428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-without-blast.html' title='NEW YEAR without a Blast'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116724572709406334</id><published>2006-12-27T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-27T10:55:27.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Room</title><content type='html'>a small room can be enough to fit my dream room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets start with the walls, one side of the wall will be hang by picture frames and bellow that wall will be my japanese bed.... at the other side, there will be a white square paint for the projector... then connected to the projector are my computer and PS3 so i could play in a big kickass screen... then one side will be a shelf full of ANIME MANGA!!! wohoo...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then there's another shelf that is all literature and learning books....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then of course my study table will be beside my bed so i can go&lt;br /&gt;straight to sleep after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my closet will be near the door...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the door there will be a mirror...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116724572709406334?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116724572709406334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116724572709406334' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116724572709406334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116724572709406334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/12/dream-room.html' title='Dream Room'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116712045276006997</id><published>2006-12-25T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:10:11.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Importance of Her Letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2595/3188/1600/158927/IMGP0595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2595/3188/320/577470/IMGP0595.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letters are indirect ways of being brave&lt;br /&gt;on the things people wants to say..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like saying i love you, people needs to have a lot of&lt;br /&gt;guts just to say it infront of them.. but a letter&lt;br /&gt;is a way to say it to them indirectly but&lt;br /&gt;brave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like saying sorry, people are too embarass&lt;br /&gt;to say sorry face to face but with a letter&lt;br /&gt;they are preparing to say sorry in person..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like saying Happy Holidays, people are too&lt;br /&gt;busy saying Merry Christmas, Happy New Year,&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday or Congratulations to all the&lt;br /&gt;people they know, that is why they send letters&lt;br /&gt;instead..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for me, it's different when i recieve HER letters&lt;br /&gt;to me.. Her letters are true treasures that she herself&lt;br /&gt;made for me, only of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her letters are so long that it take me days of undying&lt;br /&gt;happiness to read it... her letters are like her love indirectly&lt;br /&gt;saying how much she loves me and she has proven it&lt;br /&gt;to me more than two letters per week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though her letters are so overdue,  i will&lt;br /&gt;still wait for it because i know how much effort she&lt;br /&gt;has put into it.. i know her letters will come...&lt;br /&gt;she writes 12pages per letter per month&lt;br /&gt;FRONT AND BACK..&lt;br /&gt;i can't even write 5pages front and back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is why i treasure HER letters because&lt;br /&gt;i know that her lovely hands are sacrificing&lt;br /&gt;because of a difficult deal that we made...&lt;br /&gt;her hands are so sore because her labor to love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope that i am making her happy or&lt;br /&gt;making her smile a little because the sacrifices&lt;br /&gt;she made for our relationship is undescribable...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can only hope that i please her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Importance of Her letters are too sublime that&lt;br /&gt;even words can never discribe it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her letters are like her Hugs and Kisses&lt;br /&gt;that are longing to reach me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only my heart can handle the love that is&lt;br /&gt;contained in Her Letters...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116712045276006997?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116712045276006997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116712045276006997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116712045276006997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116712045276006997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/12/importance-of-her-letters.html' title='Importance of Her Letters'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116706831496466058</id><published>2006-12-25T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T09:59:59.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirited Away Christmas</title><content type='html'>My very first Christmas in America was a silent night..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing after midnight the people are asleep...&lt;br /&gt;Everything is Silent&lt;br /&gt;That's why they invented the song "Silent Night"&lt;br /&gt;Some people in America seems to have lost the true meaning of&lt;br /&gt;Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;It's not about gifts giving&lt;br /&gt;or partying out&lt;br /&gt;or working&lt;br /&gt;It's about a child, who was born&lt;br /&gt;in Bethlehem..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is also about&lt;br /&gt;Family and Friends&lt;br /&gt;but i still don't feel that Christmas spirit&lt;br /&gt;half of my family is stuck in Philippines&lt;br /&gt;my friends are in Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i feel christmas if i dont even&lt;br /&gt;have all of my friends and my family?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ended up openning our gifts around 10:30 pm&lt;br /&gt;which is not tradition in our family&lt;br /&gt;we usually open our gifts when midnight strikes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we went to mass around 6pm&lt;br /&gt;but we usually go around 9pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ate our noche buena around 8pm&lt;br /&gt;but we usually eat at 10:30pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at after openning our gifts we just sat at home&lt;br /&gt;but we usually go out and meet up with our friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;compare and contrast... i still want to spend christmas&lt;br /&gt;in the Philippines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is my first christmas anyways might as well wait for&lt;br /&gt;next year.. i'm sure it will change...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Merry Christmas to all&lt;br /&gt;and have a happy New Year!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116706831496466058?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116706831496466058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116706831496466058' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116706831496466058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116706831496466058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/12/spirited-away-christmas.html' title='Spirited Away Christmas'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116696843029041363</id><published>2006-12-24T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-24T05:53:50.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The misty air swept across the morning sunshine, the sun’s rays penetrated into my window, the birds singed their morning hymns and I was entering reality. It was a beautiful morning to go outside, walk, look and breathe the freshly created air by those generous plants. I sat down in my bed, I yawned the best yawn and went to the bathroom and washed my face, I went downstairs and got a plate of eggs and bacon, went up, sat at my desk and ate it. This is my routine every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now it changed... i usually go down stairs after waking up and check if there's a letter from me that my love wrote... if there is'nt then there's another day to look but if there is... a blue small envelope, a red small envelope, a big brown envelope or a long plain white envelope.. then i would rush down, i don't even care if i trip going down, i just need to get THE LETTER, my letter from my love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;this has been a routine for me for the past 9 months of my life and you know what THIS IS WHAT I LOOK FOWARD TOO every single morning of my new improve life....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you honey, cupcake, sukide, love, ichigo and sweetheart!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;            &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116696843029041363?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116696843029041363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116696843029041363' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116696843029041363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116696843029041363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/12/letter.html' title='A letter'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116663191864958384</id><published>2006-12-20T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T20:34:33.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WeiRd DreAM</title><content type='html'>i woke up and was ready to open karina's present at christmas then suddenly when i went to see it beneath the christmas tree is was open?? WTF!! who would open it.. i asked everyone who opened it no one seems to tell the truth so i was in mad rage throwing their presents and said who the hell openned my gift... i was really mad!!! because that gift was so special to me i would open it at christmas morning but no.. some else got to open it so i went balistic!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then my cellphone rang and i answered it and the guy their said are mr. john paul miranda? and i said yes... could you please go down here, i have a parcel for you??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i woke up, it was real, my phone was in my right hand i jumped down in bed and went down the stair bare footed to recieve my love's gift for me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now ill be hiding it in case someone tries to open it hahha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you karina!!&lt;br /&gt;12/20/06 11:24am&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116663191864958384?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116663191864958384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116663191864958384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116663191864958384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116663191864958384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/12/weird-dream.html' title='WeiRd DreAM'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116162318329070721</id><published>2006-10-23T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T00:11:24.730-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the Jungles of the New Jersey Highway</title><content type='html'>i spend the night in my cousin's house because i watched the new jersey nets beat the Philidelphia 76ers with my aunt... i drove her home in Union.. then my cousin was there with his friend drinking and playing NFL 2007... i actually don't know how to play first but i quickly understand the controls and beat the shit out of my cousin's friend... i drank like ten beers and i couldn't drive because i'm too cautious about accidents so i rather sleep over and go home the next morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morning came at 7:00am my cellphone alarmed and i woke up, brush my teeth and said goodbye to my Aunt.. i was asking where to go because this is the first time i'm driving alone. she said to go to 22 west and then go to 1-9north and find jersey city in the boards that were hanging above the highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went to my father's car, start the engine, left the my aunt's garage and my journey have started. first i was not worried because the road was still familiar to me. i saw the sign going to 22 west and and the saw a route going to 1-9north. it was like 15minutes when i saw the sign of 1-9north jersey. i was excited knowing that i'm almost there and pride was in my head knowing that i know how to navigate the highway but something happened. i was looking for my next sign and saw Holland tunnel then i remembered that Holland tunnel is near Newport mall where i usually hang out... so i drove towards it then i went to Polaski(i don't know the spelling) skyway. i ended up going into the Holland Tunnel and could not turn because it is a one way lane. so i went straight to the Holland Tunnel and ended up in New York.. i scared at first because i was in another state and i was going around New York City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then finally i went down and asked for direction and this kind african-american guy told me that i was in the right direction going to Holland Tunnel. He told me to go straight and i will find a signn that says Holland Tunnel. he was right and i finally went back to Holland Tunnel and after exiting the tunnel. i found a street that looks familiar to me and that street was Manila st. i was happy and i went home and went to sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116162318329070721?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116162318329070721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116162318329070721' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116162318329070721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116162318329070721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/10/lost-in-jungles-of-new-jersey-highway.html' title='Lost in the Jungles of the New Jersey Highway'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-116096519341234625</id><published>2006-10-15T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T21:25:20.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i want to</title><content type='html'>I want to be you for one day....&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when i kiss you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when i touch you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when i smell you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when i hug you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when i see you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when i hurt you&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when you cry&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when you dream&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when you sleep&lt;br /&gt;I want to know what it feels when i say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you....to you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its the only way that i know how to love you more and perfectly....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not to be measured or be timed... Love is not to be taken for granted.. Love is not to be sexual and physical...Love is when you feel each others pain and Happiness.. That is true love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-116096519341234625?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/116096519341234625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=116096519341234625' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116096519341234625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/116096519341234625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to.html' title='i want to'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115997766789464689</id><published>2006-10-04T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T15:07:06.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love can kill</title><content type='html'>a boy has a crush on a girl but was too shy to tell her that he loved her. The girl secretly loved the boy too but was also too shy to tell him that she loved him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyday he sees her walking in the pedestrain line going to him because he was standing in the bus stop. it was quiet but within that silence. they could hear their heart beat rising and was beating faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the girl was waiting for the boy to make the move but she hopeless think that he does not love her. the boy was gathering up his courage to just asked her name but it was not eanough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then one day... the boy finally gathered all his courage up into that one day.... this courages were his childhood courage that he is saving up for this particular day.... he wrote a letter containing and describing how he is in love with her and give it to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the boy was waiting for the girl in the bus stop standing there and his heart pumping so fast... then finally the girl came and was walking towards him... the boy ran towards her and pushed her out the way.. the girl saw the boy got hit by a car.. then a piece of paper floated down to her lap..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she read it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;"I cannot promise anything to someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;It is because my heart cannot comprehend the fact that one day---I may break that promise&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;...So ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;I may not promise you to have happiness with me, nor may I promise you that we will last forever...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;But one thing is for sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;is that I’m just a boy---who is in love with a girl---a girl that is not Just a girl---but A girl who I can truly say that I love---&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;And that is you...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&gt;pause&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;loving isn't the same---if I love alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;but it doesn't matter at all---because loving you brought the best out of me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;so loving isn't mere obligation, but it is a test---that a boy like me should pass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;because without taking this test, I will be complete---because loving you is my completeness---my whole life's mission...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;loving you is me, knowing my inner being-- it is me knowing myself better...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;well, I just wanted you to know that---and I don't expect you to react immediately---but as a boy with this feeling---I cannot just contain it all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;because if I would not tell you, I would be lying to myself---which would truly hurt me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;so as I end this letter, I am opening a new chapter in my life...a life looking forward to receive the same kind of love I have for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.5in; font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Forgive me because when I’m near you I cant seem to trust myself---I’m scared of making mistakes in front of you---then I end up acting like a fool but it is ok---because at least I know that I made you smile...."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;then the girl went to the boy who was already dead and kissed his lips and said "i love you, i will keep your letter by my side reminding me how i truly loved you. please wait for me in the other side"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoBodyTextIndent"&gt;the next day, the girl never woked up in 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115997766789464689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115997766789464689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115997766789464689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-can-kill.html' title='Love can kill'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115997693026833953</id><published>2006-10-04T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T17:27:57.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes.... the people who seem cold all the time.... can be warm too....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115997693026833953?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115997693026833953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115997693026833953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115997693026833953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115997693026833953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/10/sometimes.html' title='Sometimes...'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115984326104270325</id><published>2006-10-02T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T08:23:37.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c33/jamcute/1159809262133.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c33/jamcute/1159809262133.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love to you is pure...&lt;br /&gt;My love to you is true.....&lt;br /&gt;My love to you is precious....&lt;br /&gt;My love to you is sublime....&lt;br /&gt;My love to you is respectful...&lt;br /&gt;My love to you is cherish....&lt;br /&gt;My love to you is forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am a hypocrite if i say "i will never hurt your feelings or you" but i will try my very best not to hurt you or your feelings because i love you and your the world to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we have the same heart, we feel the same beat, we feel the same pain so i know what you feel and i hate myself from hurting you and i am truly sorry for every single thing i have done that may hurt you in some way or the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you, my love, karina gonazalo Gutlay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sincerest apology to you my love!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115984326104270325?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115984326104270325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115984326104270325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115984326104270325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115984326104270325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-love.html' title='My Love'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115957396671880725</id><published>2006-09-29T16:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T16:55:20.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The kissing question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/1600/asukakissquestion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/320/asukakissquestion.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;asuka: hey shinji, do you wanna kiss me?&lt;br /&gt;shinji: waaah!!&lt;br /&gt;asuka: kissing have you done it before?&lt;br /&gt;shinji: uhuh...&lt;br /&gt;asuka: so lets do it.&lt;br /&gt;shinji: waahh.. whats your reason?&lt;br /&gt;asuka: i got nothing else to do..&lt;br /&gt;shinji: that's your reason. your weird.&lt;br /&gt;asuka: afraid to kiss a girl in your mom and dad anniversary, is she watching you up in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;shinji: fine lets do it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(they kissed with aska covering shinji's nose)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do girls do this for fun, when they are bored?&lt;br /&gt;or do they have feelings with the guy because girls make up excuses just to get what they want or challenging the guy, like are you chicken, what a wuss, something like that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how will the boy know if the girl has feelings for the boy. will you do what asuka did, asked the kissing question out of nowhere?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girls are so mysterious.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115957396671880725?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115957396671880725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115957396671880725' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115957396671880725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115957396671880725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/09/kissing-question.html' title='The kissing question'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115932175676420666</id><published>2006-09-26T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T18:49:16.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hide and seek</title><content type='html'>when i was little, i love playing hide and seek in the dark.... the best game ever created by kids!!! yeah... and i use to chant this when i was the it... its in filipino..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tagutaguan maliwanag ang buwan&lt;br /&gt;masara maglaro sa dilim-diliman&lt;br /&gt;namatay si pedro sa kabilugan ng buwan&lt;br /&gt;umalis na kayo diyan..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(english version)&lt;br /&gt;hide and seek in the brightest of the moon&lt;br /&gt;its fun to play in the dark&lt;br /&gt;peter died when the moon was full&lt;br /&gt;get out of my sight now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something like hahahah...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115932175676420666?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115932175676420666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115932175676420666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115932175676420666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115932175676420666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/09/hide-and-seek.html' title='hide and seek'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115920260417443686</id><published>2006-09-25T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:43:24.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eyes</title><content type='html'>"People say that the eyes are the windows to a person's soul. so please don't keep your eyes closed. open them, dry those tears, so you can be able to see the reflection of your own eyes on mine. proof that you and i are meant for each other's soulmates"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115920260417443686?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115920260417443686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115920260417443686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115920260417443686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115920260417443686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/09/eyes.html' title='The Eyes'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115920205072924142</id><published>2006-09-25T09:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:55:08.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if you see a car coming towards you</title><content type='html'>if you see a car coming towards you. ARE YOU FUCKING STUPID!!! GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY.. IF YOU DON'T WANT TO GET RUN OVER HAHAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115920205072924142?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115920205072924142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115920205072924142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115920205072924142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115920205072924142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-you-see-car-coming-towards-you.html' title='if you see a car coming towards you'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115907073581370908</id><published>2006-09-23T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T09:24:35.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The parable of Karjo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/1600/09_23_06_2334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/320/09_23_06_2334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl lived in the farthest mountains on Earth. Where nothing can ever again hurt her half heart. her name is Kar, a beautiful girl, black pearl eyes, long silky black hair, fair skin, reddest lips and the body texture of an angel. She never grew or withered because of her half heart. a half heart is someone that is searching for something or never love again. Decades and centuries had passed where she lived in isolation from all the people that can hurt her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decades had passed, when a boy named Jo was abandoned by his parents in the forest. He had swore never again to love. by promising that, his heart became half. So he lived the forest in the small hut that he made on top of a tree for safety. Where he hid himself from all the love in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, when Jo was passing by the forest searching for food to eat. he saw the apple tree full of crimson apples, so he went and picked a apple on the floor and ate it. it was a pleasureable experience. the apple just melted in his mouth, so he sat down and ate a basket of apples. after he was satisfied with eating he stood up looked at the tree then he saw scribbles in the apple tree. it was a half heart and in the middle of the half heart was three letters "kar". he did not know what it meant so he just carved a half heart beside it and put his name "Jo", and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that night Kar passes by that apple tree to pick up some apples on the floor. she was shocked that no apples have fallen tonight. then she took her lantern and went to where she carved her name. she was surprise that her heart was completed and beside her name was letters "jo". she was angry for vandalizing her name so what she did is to write at the bottom of the carvings a message and left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day, the Jo traveled from his house to the apple tree to get some of those mouth melting apples. before that he went and looked at the carvings he saw yesterday. surpirse was the word for he saw at the bottom of those carvings a message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"for the one that took the apples, please save some for me, thank you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he wrote a message too and took five apples and left the others in a basket. that night, Kar went again to pick some apples and was glad to see apples but was curious to see it in a basket. she quickly looked at the carvings where she found a new message beside hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i apologize for taking all the apples, so as a gift here is a basket of apples that i picked for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar was getting excited over this and wrote a message and left with the basket full of apples.&lt;br /&gt;Jo went early to see if he got a message in the tree, while he was walking towards the tree. he smelled something sublime. his whole body melted when he smelled that beautiful scent of apples. he quickly ran towards the tree and saw an apple pie and looked at the carvings and a new message was written.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i thank you for picking up all the apples for me so for your hard work a apple pie for you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Jo ate the pie with happiness, satisfaction and love. after eating the pie, he craved a message. Kar went quickly that night to see if someone was there but she did not see anyone but a basket of apples in the ground and a new messaged carved in the tree she read it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i want to know you whoever baked this lovely pie, i loved each inch of it. please say yes and where"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar carved her message and left with the basket again. Jo went there in the morning and did not mind the apples on the floor. he went straight to the carvings and read the lastest one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i would have to say yes in here at tonight at midnight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo went to find the loviest flowers in the woods to his new unknown friend. he walked around and found a yellow and red rose. he got a couple of flower and made a necklace out of it.&lt;br /&gt;midnight has finally come. Jo was sitting in the floor of the apple tree holding the necklace he had made for his friend. Jo was waiting and finally he saw a white figure headed towards him. he stood up and moved a little nearer. his mouth drop open when he saw Kar. a wonder to his eyes. Kar saw him and it was love at first sight. she went towards him and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so your the one that has been eating my apples"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she smiled perfectly. Jo said to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the pie was perfect as you are"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and gave the necklace of yellow and roses to her and placed it to her neck. then he placed his hands to Kar's face and slowly kissed her lips and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"you have completed my heart"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he removed his lips from hers and looked at her eyes. Kar placed her hands to Jo's face and kissed her passionately and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"i have found my heart".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their hearts was completed, they kissed again and lived happily ever after.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Karjo=cardio=heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115907073581370908?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115907073581370908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115907073581370908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115907073581370908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115907073581370908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/09/parable-of-karjo.html' title='The parable of Karjo'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115898392112413529</id><published>2006-09-22T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T20:58:41.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying What?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/1157801513795.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/1157801513795.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;i was inspired by Cherimae when she wrote one of her fictional ones, so here is mine, hope you like it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;saying that while crying, Maria looked up at Paolo's face. Without thinking, quietly, Maria moved her lips closer to his..... and then, realizing what she was doing, she quickly tried to draw back.&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking, Paolo applied strength into his hands placed on Maria's face. He didn't want to let her go.&lt;br /&gt;Maria noticed the strength Paolo put into his hands, and stopped her hesitation. She swung her hands around his neck, and quickly laid her lips on his.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling it for the first time, Maria's lips were warm. Everything about Maria was soft. Almost like the white breads she always baked for him at the kitchen, warm and soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria moved her face back a little, and gazed at Paolo's face with moist eyes. And, once again, she pressed her lips on his strongly. From there, Maria laid her weight on top of Paolo, and pushed him down onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;With the fireplace burning brightly in the background, Maria’s black hairs moved. They rustled and tickled Paolo's face.&lt;br /&gt;The gentle girl who always stayed by his side.&lt;br /&gt;As if she made her mind up about something, Maria closed her eyes, unhooked her dress, and began taking off her top.&lt;br /&gt;W, wait, as Paolo tried to say, his lips were blocked by her kiss.&lt;br /&gt;The kiss was sweet yet intense, after becoming all mixed up and tangled in each other, Maria blushed and placed her hand on Paolo's chest.&lt;br /&gt;In that position, Maria leaned her body against Paolo's, and laid her lips on top of his, over and over again, as if to stroke his lips.&lt;br /&gt;Then, she lifted her lips slighty, and whispered,&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maria: "I love you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the bright flame behind her, Maria looked incredibly lovely, and erotic. It was the kind of look that Paolo didn't feel from the time when they bathed together.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it was those words, I love you, and the mood brought on by the kisses&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115898392112413529?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115898392112413529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115898392112413529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115898392112413529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115898392112413529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/09/saying-what_115898392112413529.html' title='Saying What?'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115888436205259166</id><published>2006-09-21T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T17:19:35.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Someone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/1600/442377340206_0_BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/320/442377340206_0_BG.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;10 golden rules for staying happy with the&lt;br /&gt;One you love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;by Donna Fargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. first and foremost, love each other. Realize how lucky you are to be in love with someone who loves you. Say "I LOVE YOU" often and in different ways. Surprise each other often with gifts of praise to show your love. Remember that love grows in a atmosphere of freedom and trust, not from restraint and obligation. Do things to keep your love and romance new and alive. Don't take love for granted, ever. It's such a blessing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Listen objectively to each other, as you would to a friend. Acceptance is a key to understanding and a buffer for tension and resentment, don't take things personally; give to disagree, You don't want anyone to control your feelings, so don't try to own someone else's, not even the feelings of the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Never stop treating each other like sweethearts. Talk to each other as sweethearts. Do things that sweethearts do. Share the chores around the house. Work together in achieving your goals. Do things just to make the other one feel loved, especially when he or she migh be feeling a little down. Take pride in the way you look and act, for yourself and for your partner, but never let external values have more importance than the internal feelings of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. take care each other. Go to the doctor with each other. Put the other one first, but don't neglect your own needs either. Do the things that show that you're interested in your partner's needs and desires and problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Look to each other for help. Don't let your problems or concern get out of hand and make you go in opposite directions. Be hoyful that you've each made a commitment to the other... through sickness or health, poverty or wealth, or whatever comes along. You're in this life together. Be thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. talk about things togther the way you would talk with a friend. Absolutely refuse to say anything negatie about your partner. Share your most important secrets, and never betray the secrets of your partner; treat them as almsot sacred. Keep your own identity, but walk together as one. Don't ever give up on your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Settle the fact that you'vemade your choice and you're no longer looking for anyone else. Don't flirt. think of the consequences. Don't consider it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  8. be in agreement about your money is spent. Big items should have approval of both. Talk about how to manage your finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. When in doubt about your actions, ask yourself how you would want to be treated and then act accordingly. if you've agrued, never go to sleep without asking the other's forgiveness, even when you don't feel like it or want to. Be faithful about this; you won't be sorry. Do what will make you both the happiest in the long run and be the best for your relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  10. HAVE FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115888436205259166?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115888436205259166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115888436205259166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115888436205259166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115888436205259166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/09/loving-someone.html' title='Loving Someone'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115268490405682984</id><published>2006-07-11T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T23:15:04.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asian Goddess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/1600/31148876959366l.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/320/31148876959366l.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a beautiful black hair, the gorgeous eyes, the kissable lips, the cute nose, the sexy eyebrows and the perfect body... yes we are talking about a goddess here not just any goddess, a pilipina goddess.. she can make you fall in love with you again and again.. she can make you miss her every single day... her eyes lures men into her arms.. and her kiss can tame a beast... yes this a goddess and i am lucky to find a goddess like her to love me with her whole heart... luck was on my side when i met her.. she was too gorgeous that i cant even speak to her.. she is a yellow goddess which means a happy goddess but now she is trap in human skin, living an mortal life with all of us because of the gods envied her love with a little human like me.. they cast her out of the heavens and now remain trap in this mortal skin but luckily her perfect figure and her beautiful, pretty, gorgeous face remained the same...&lt;br /&gt; well let see im going to talk about how we have met... it was Mikee Pasaporte a messenger, a bridge and a childhood friend to the goddess above.. i met her in a occasion called school.. i introduce myself to her.. and luckily she introduce herself to me.. so we became freinds and made stories together, then finally she introduce me to her friend, and oh my goddess she is the beautiful thing you have ever seen... so we chatted everyday, getting know each other and what a coincidence our birthday lies on the same month, and im older than her in 2 days. she lives in Singapore, the land of work work work... she lives in bagiuo when she is in the Philippines.. so finally within december... Mikee went to bagiuo and met her, then this goddess gave me her number so i texted her sometimes in december but the texting and calling started around January.. its was a sign when i was outside the house texting people... i mistakenly put K and it went her number.. so i dailed it and see what she doing.. so i called her and she answered.. i heard a lovely, melody, soft voice and thats where i were really fell in love with her it was her voice that i went head over heels about.. so everysingle day i texted her and she quickly replied and sometimes i'll call her but that made a really really big issue afterwards. so i'd share personal things about me and she will also do the same and we had this game 10sec question you must asked a question within 10sec or else DEALS.. we love making deals.. then i would asked her "go here, bagiuo is boring and your childhood friend is here" but she will always say i cant i have to have a guardian.. so i decided to go to baguio and meet with her but before that.. the feeling inside of me cant take anymore but luckily she said on a texted message "are you inlove with me?" and there after that i've said it..&lt;br /&gt; i have waited for her reply it took her so long to text back then finally she texted me and the text message said "let me get this out my system i have feelings for you too" then there a chance, a gambling chance so i took it.. i have took the challenge, so i saved up some money to go to baguio and meet her.. finally i met her.. she was goddess within.. a perfect creation by God.. the smile and all.. the night before i left she gave me a kiss, my first kiss, it was PERFECT!..&lt;br /&gt; so there you go i went an extra mile just seek true love if it is true love that is why love grows when you get older, my goddess told me that... and i am lucky to have her in my arms and loving her is the best thing i have ever got in my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115268490405682984?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115268490405682984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115268490405682984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115268490405682984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115268490405682984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/07/asian-goddess.html' title='Asian Goddess'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115205414685140575</id><published>2006-07-04T15:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T16:02:26.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shoebox</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/1600/Puma_Shoebox.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/320/Puma_Shoebox.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the protector of shoes, the first thing you see before the shoes, yes this is a shoebox purpose in life. wonder why i wrote about shoebox? it because my liking to shoes. you thing only loves to buy shoes well you thought wrong. i love all kinds of shoes from leather to rubber shoes. i rather buy shoes than tshirts and shorts. if i fell in love with a shoe i would buy it or drool with jealousy.&lt;br /&gt;shoes are my love. this is my second love when in comes to things. i love shoes!! yesh!!! i love espicially futsal shoes, addidas, puma, nike and rubber shoes!! weeeh i love shoes!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115205414685140575?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115205414685140575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115205414685140575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115205414685140575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115205414685140575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/07/shoebox_04.html' title='shoebox'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115130049952253384</id><published>2006-06-25T22:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T22:41:39.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardian Angel Anthony</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/1600/624771-R1-017-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/320/624771-R1-017-7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;wonder why, how i got the Anthony in my name well here it is... Anthony came from the St. Anthony of Padua, he is the patron for the lost... whenever i lost something or when i feel lost i pray to him for guidance and helping it find it.. well it works all the time...&lt;br /&gt;    i got the Anthony in my name because of my mom, because she was praying so hard for a child to be born in the feast day of st. Anthony of Padua and because of her mother, her mother was a devoted to st. Anthony.. so she was praying so hard for a child to give birth of the his feast day which June 13...&lt;br /&gt;    so at Quezon city hospital it was around june 10 when my mom was rush to the hospital because she is ready to give birth.. but it was a false alarm even so she still stayed becaue her doctor told her she was going to give birth this month so she stayed... at june 11 1987 she went to mass in the hospital and asked a father (i cant remember the name) to pray for her to give birth on june 13... so the father prayed over her... then june 13 came. my mother was in the hospital chapel where the same father came to her and said "come with me, and he gave my mother a st. anthony card and said today your going to give birth then it happened i was born weeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115130049952253384?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115130049952253384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115130049952253384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115130049952253384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115130049952253384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/06/guardian-angel-anthony.html' title='Guardian Angel Anthony'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115109288153156398</id><published>2006-06-23T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T13:01:21.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>100% addiction to anime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/romantic%20anime/1148403444409.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/romantic%20anime/1148403444409.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    the eyes, hair, body and the cuteness. yes this is anime, the art of drawing by the japanese.. anime is very different from other cartoons because of how deep the colors is.&lt;br /&gt;    i started to loved anime when i was grade 3 in southridge, where my brother showed me, my first anime.. Raijin Oh.. yeah the after that i started to watched different anime like ranma 1/2 and other animes from a to z..&lt;br /&gt;     when i was young i wanted to be a cartoon because of the fact that cartoons doesnt die and all. then when i realized that no one can be a cartoon my dream job is a cartoonist.&lt;br /&gt;    well i fell in love with anime because of the anime girls there so pretty and most of the anime i've seen, i saw all the girls are so pretty and there are so less ugly ones, i wish there is a world like that (hhhaahha) and my dream girl must have a occupation of loving an anime to so we could discuss it weeeeeeee... well thats some of my history thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115109288153156398?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115109288153156398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115109288153156398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115109288153156398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115109288153156398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/06/100-addiction-to-anime.html' title='100% addiction to anime'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/romantic%20anime/th_1148403444409.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115095420884813647</id><published>2006-06-21T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:30:08.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SHADOWS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/wee/1149824598052.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/wee/1149824598052.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By: John Paul Miranda and Michal Pasaporte &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A soft cool breeze crawls up my spine, the whistle of pine trees passing towards me, the loving smell of newly cut grass and the low humidity that hits my bare skin--- this haven must be Baguio. Baguio a peaceful, relaxing town that had been covered with the natures secrets from the very start of time. Where tranquility of nature had been roaming around the mountaintop. In a small subdivision inside Baguio lives a girl who has a common boy problem and her name is Rina Spinoza.&lt;br /&gt;  .."Life seems like an unending loop of mistakes..", Rina shares to her friend Michalle Hobbes, having her heart being hurt a couple of times, Rina wants to conclude that life, itself, is just a series of UNFORTUNATE events for her. Having their conversation grow into something much more than friendly chatter...the two girls got into more intense feelings of doubt, hatred and fear of loving once again. Michalle jumps into the hole of endless murmurs that invade the mind of her dear friend Rina, .."Girl, you have to start over again...let your heart love again, but keep a part of it for yourself....." suddenly, as they strode quite briskly down the rugged pathway, Rina bumped into this figure---  A tall, lanky, dark guy figure having this distinct southern trawl in him... to be precise, then the figure move towards her and stretched out a helping hand and said with a low clear voice .."are you alright?.." as she touch the hands of the stranger, goose bumps started to arise in her skin. Her head felt light and her heart felt as if it stood still then suddenly the stranger said .."damn I.."m already late.." then the stranger said goodbye and sorry to her and left in an instance... .."That was strange..", Rina whispered. She turned to see where that guy went, but he was nowhere to be found. So with the strange feeling that she had felt they went to house of Rina in Scout Barrio subdivision Rina entered the blue gate which matched their roof---it wasnt just a house--it was a home it was her mom.."s home and now it was hers too...so in the room of Rina, she started to share how she felt when she touched the strangers hands to Michalle .."Who would have the nerve to hit me while walking?.." AAAAUGHHH!!! .."NO manners not even the will to say that it was his FAULT!.."AUUUGHHH said the angry Rina but in fairness with his gaze, and that mysterious aura in his presence---he sticks to my mind, Michalle. .."Hmmm. here we go again. Infatuation, girl, plain infatuation....."Michalle said, but in her mind she knew that HE might be the one.... .."Oh yeah, do you want to go to this dinner party with me.." said Michalle with a rush...and Rina automatically said .."sure.." The night sky was almost nearly perfect... and the stars were in the right place... the party was held in a satin tent near one of the orchards of their close friend Rina was wearing this sleek black cocktail dress that flowed with her wavy hair...she was wearing her faithful heels to bring her up to that height that showed off her physique... the party went on nicely until Rina.."s calf aches which sends her to quietly sit at the corner of that tent she takes off her shoe, and raises her leg up a seat then suddenly she realizes this figure in front of her in a low voice he says, .."miss, Im sorry, but this is my seat....." so he grabs another chair, and helps her get comfy... and they talk the night away---  After the best night of Rinas unromantic life, Rina went over extatically to Michalles pad to tell her friend about her dream come true, Rina slumps down on the couch with a smile at pace then sighs, what a night! she said in a shouting tone. Michalle with curiosity asked, hmmmyou look flushed, what is the name of the guy that made you this way? OMG! Rina replied in a screaming manner. She continuously banged her head not so hardly on the wall repeatedly saying STUPID, STUPID, STUPID!!!!!. After a few minutes of anger, tears filled her eyes I didnt get his name again.   Weeks and months passed by, with both guilt and anger to oneself, Rina went back to her dull life, but turned out to be a house bum. A year passed, and still the same, Michalle asked her, uh, Rina, I know you dont like going out much, because of you know whatbut as a friend would you, be a chaperone, Im meeting an old friend way back. Come on, girl, puhlease?! Rina nods and says sure, why notok dont worry about me, its nothing?   At the café Starbucks, two friends settle down in a table for three waiting for the special guest. Rina, uninterested, reads a magazine as she sips a cup of caramel frappucino. The sun shines brightly but there a tall, lanky figure casts a shadow on her face. could this be him? she asks herself. Michalle says ahead, Rina, meet Jason Mirandola, Jason, meet Rina then slowly Rinas head peeked out of her magazine slowly glancing from foot to head hoping it was the one hi, there, Jason says. Rina looks in shock, then tears fell down, silently wiping her eyes, she says sorry for the tears, this is just me, hi there. Jason grabs for his handkerchief and hands it to her, she takes it humbly.   &lt;br /&gt;     The threesome talk the Jason ends up inviting both to a party. Michalle backs out and gives certain reasons to not go. Rina solemnity accepts. At the party.  Rina enters the restaurant and heads for the assigned table where she was to meet Jason. She sees a guy seated on her assigned chair. She clears her throat then says excuse me, youre seated on my chair the guy glanced back, seeing Rina standing near, their eyes met with familiarity. Rinas heart sped like a thousand miles per second. But before anybody could talk, a woman sits silently still hanging on, then says, uh, so Jason your new girl?! Jason says, no, shes my new friend, the woman stands up and says, she calls Rina, you too? Rina stands up and follows. The girl is named, Claire and starts to talk with rina, so, Im warning you, Jason isnt as gentlemanly as he seems and by the way, I didnt know that you have met my new BF, Johnny, you guys seem as if youve known each other since birth.? Rina cautiously says slowly, No, Johnny is a nobody, just met recently Rina keeps her tears inside as they returned to the table. Claire repeats the question so, Johnny, Rina, howd yall really meet? both replied, uhshes/ hes a nobody, just met awhile ago. Johnny and Rina said. Dinner was a silent one. And Jason bought Rina home afterward.   Rina cries herself to sleep, then at 4 am, Michalle calls Rina, I know you dont care but this drama is too much for me. My close friend and his recent GF just broke up few hours ago, and all because of another girl?! Would you believe it?! Rina yawns. Go to sleep, Michalle! and hangs the phone. The next morning Michalle goes into Rinas pad and storms in. dragging Rina out of bed and scolding her for hanging up on her. you owe me a frap, you girly sissy Rina smiles, ok, frap would do.   &lt;br /&gt;     The two walked to Starbucks and Rina finds a seat. While Michalle walked to the counter to order. two fraps and a cheesecake, Mindy. The somebody taps her shoulder and said make it three fraps and a cheesecake pls. With a low but charming voice. The familiar sound traveled from the ear of Michalle, which made Michalle turn quickly to look who it was. oh its you, Mr. Cavendish so how was the breakup going? Michalle asked, uhIm doing better. Mr. Cavendish said. I see you bought a friend along he said as he saw the back physique of Michalles friend. The two walked towards the table, and Rina didnt peek out from her book. Rina felt a shadow cast upon her. She didnt look up, until that tall, lanky figure said, hi, there, stranger, this time I must get your name. Rina smiles up to Johnny and saidwhat took you so long??? well to be honest its difficult to find a nameless goddess. Johnny said with a smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115095420884813647?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115095420884813647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115095420884813647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115095420884813647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115095420884813647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/06/shadows.html' title='SHADOWS'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d47/iczed/wee/th_1149824598052.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115087112440530509</id><published>2006-06-20T22:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T23:25:24.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the most beautiful holy loving best mom in the world</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c33/jamcute/my%20family/100_0064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c33/jamcute/my%20family/100_0064.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is my mom, the one that endured the pain of giving birth to six lovely children. she was the one that made us feel important. she was the one supporting us in plays, games, and all that jazz.. she was the best mother that child can have and luckily she got six. she loved us, prayed for us, comfort us and even made us feel guilty all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved her so much.. that whenever she brings me to school, she will alwasy asked me to pray the rosary with her and i always said yes because that would make her smile.. whenever she was going to mass in the school chapel i was the one who was serving the mass and after the mass i would go to her and kiss her in the cheek.. she is a hardworking mom... she raised all of us in the bestest way. she made all the other moms envy her because of her children and thats us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all living thing must come to and end. im telling you how she died because i want you to see how important you mom is and if you lose her then you will regret it for your life and will say "if only" she turned 59 in january 31 2006, where she celebrate her birthday in the hospital with ate jesica and me.. she was in the hospital because of chemotherapy for cancer.. i was angry at her because she wants me on her side because i want to attend my friends birthday party but i didnt and stayed with her... then after that we went home and on february 4 2006 she got sick of diarhea, so we imediately brought her to the hospital.. then after a day she was moaning in pain and cant even talk to us.. i was the one who stayed with her in the hospital that morning.. and she was calling my name... the after that i saw her looking at the blank wall and was shouting "mama" and then i realized that my lola was there and she was already to pick up my mom.. then at around 12am in the morning she had an heart attack.. the my brother , my 3 sisters and i came rushing to the ICU then there the she died but she was shocked again so we could see her one last time in this living world then as her heartbeat started to slowly fall down.. we could see her in her dying breathe.. we are the lucky ones because we saw her die and that changed a lot of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please i hope this post message will help you strengthen your love to your mom because if you lose her, your just going to say "if only i was with her everyday"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU MOM!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115087112440530509?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115087112440530509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115087112440530509' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115087112440530509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115087112440530509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/06/most-beautiful-holy-loving-best-mom-in_20.html' title='the most beautiful holy loving best mom in the world'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c33/jamcute/my%20family/th_100_0064.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115051748591807227</id><published>2006-06-16T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:11:25.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she has a gun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/1600/624770-R1-054-25A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2595/3188/320/624770-R1-054-25A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; she made me do it waaahh! she has a gun pointed at me at the back so everyone will not see it... please call for help..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well this is my sister, my lil sister to be precise, she is one annoying sister that i have and dont get me started with the other three.. so lets continue she is so annoying that she can kill someone with her annoyness if theres a word for that, she has the innocent of a child, the sweetest smile and softest voice but beneath those innocence. there is this terror that is worst than anything, worst than the torture of osama bin landin its the death of her voice that will kill you so help me, please help me before she use me again with her experiments, her teddy bears there are like the torture, her clips are like the poisonous and her bedroom is deadly so thats my lil sis so please help me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115051748591807227?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115051748591807227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115051748591807227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115051748591807227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115051748591807227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-has-gun.html' title='she has a gun'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29833116.post-115050802565814683</id><published>2006-06-16T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:33:45.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>new blog means  newbie for me well this is my first time making a blog, so dont expect anything nice, beautiful, extravagant or perfect so please just bare with it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well im just typing this message because i just want to see if its nice to look in my blog, so im just writing anything i want (laugh) so lets begin:&lt;br /&gt;1st: red is my color&lt;br /&gt;2nd: anime is my thing&lt;br /&gt;3rd: im a small pilipino in the big USA&lt;br /&gt;4th: i like the color of blood&lt;br /&gt;5th: i love nurses a lot&lt;br /&gt;6th: my birthday in the 6th month of the year&lt;br /&gt;7th: i loved the movie se7en&lt;br /&gt;8th: time is short, so wear long pants&lt;br /&gt;9th: i love my sister jenny, maymay, kristine and claire&lt;br /&gt;10th: im a virgin but unavaible&lt;br /&gt;11th: dreaming of having a six packs&lt;br /&gt;12th: im a religious person&lt;br /&gt;13th: my birthday lies on 13th day if the month&lt;br /&gt;14th: i love caffaine&lt;br /&gt;15th: my girlfriends birthday lies on the same month as i did but in the 15th day&lt;br /&gt;16th: i love a girl name Karina Gonzalo Gutlay (save the best for last)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29833116-115050802565814683?l=kold--icze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/feeds/115050802565814683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29833116&amp;postID=115050802565814683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115050802565814683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29833116/posts/default/115050802565814683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kold--icze.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Kold Icze</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17978648320496933822</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tUXZVexYvS8/SKORmDYGP8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/YrLdHQAdvqY/s1600-R/popito07%2540yahoo_com_79843709.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
