<?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-10549193</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:45:13.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kevamico</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>51</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-114085000189502309</id><published>2006-02-24T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T23:02:41.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Time &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/cuckooclock.gif"&gt; really flies so fast its now saturday again and just a few more days till I end my Third Year life. It was just like a moment ago when I just started my First Year Highschool. Everything seemed so easy back then, the tests were just easy, there were few projects. Well I'd better finish this book report for English and this Long Test 2 for C.V.E. before I get &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Surprised/jaw-dropping.gif"&gt; spooked &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Surprised/scared.gif"&gt; again here in Karen's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I think I'll change my layout for this website during the summer vacation and I think I'll finish my story too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-114085000189502309?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/114085000189502309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=114085000189502309' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/114085000189502309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/114085000189502309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-again.html' title='Saturday Again!'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-114075926686801648</id><published>2006-02-23T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:15:07.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Post in the New Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;This will be the first post that I will make this year because of the projects, thesis ang book reports that I hav to do. It is really hard to have time to post something on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was really rushing because according to my watch, which has the exact time at school, says that I'm going to be late. I was really rushing &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Expressive/whistleblower.gif"&gt; in wearing my uniform and eating my breakfast, when my aunt from the visayas texted my mom that DepEd had suspended all classess today in Metro Manila. I was relieved, because there's no classess, but still stressed out because of the projects, quarter exams, and book report left to submit. As our family opened the tv we saw that the Arroyo administration was in a panic about security of the people in Metro Manila about the coup that they predict, or have found out from according to their sources, that will happen. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Expressive/expressionless.gif"&gt; Our family just thought is it really the security of the people that they want that's why they added additional security forces in Metro Manila or the security of the presidency of the Arroyo administration. Well well never know for now. Because their are still many answers that are not answered or even if they may have been answered, they may have it answered it by saying lies &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Expressive/liar.gif"&gt; to hide the truth. The People Power that happened twenty years ago (if I'm right) showed to the world that the Filipino people are never going to give up fighting for their freedom. The Filipino people have fought &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Expressive/fight.gif"&gt; the Marcos administration without the use of any arms, but they fought with the use of their hearts and prayers. They used their hearts to unify all of themselves into acquiring their goal, and they used they their faith as they pray &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Expressive/pray.gif"&gt; to God to achieve peace &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/peace.gif"&gt; in our nation that like a bamboo will just bow when the storm comes but will still be seen standing after the storm. This is the Philippines, even though many trials, hardship that may come we will just carry this burden in our lives and lift it up out of our sight.&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/10549193-114075926686801648?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/114075926686801648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=114075926686801648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/114075926686801648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/114075926686801648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-post-in-new-year.html' title='First Post in the New Year'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-113361948225045174</id><published>2005-12-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T06:18:04.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weird but Friendly Dog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;My dog has been with us for 5-6 years. Its really friendly, and really playful. It will sometimes jump on you if you've been gone really long because it miss you.  It's just sometimes a bit weird and strange. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Animals/dog.gif"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;I just happened to remember, this happened last month (Nov. 1, 2005). Me and my sister were just around the house lighting candles on the ground as we offer our prayers to our departed ones. After lighting all the candles me and my sister went inside to watch "Extra Challenge" because their episode is about a race that the first pair to be able to complete all of their task and be able to go to their last destination wins Php 2 M. Their episode was called P2M. During the commercial break I went outside to see if any of the candles lost their light and I was really surprised to see 1 candle having 1/4 of its body left. When I look into the corner I found our dog, chewing the other part of that candle. I thought this dog must be really hungry because ist already chewing a candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Then after I fed my dog, a few minutes later I saw my dog going towards the direction of our gate, &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Silly/peepingtom.gif"&gt; so I went out but didn't see my dog, but I was shocked to see him at my back when I turned around. This happened also the night it chewed the candle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;The next weird thing it did was, when I saw it eating a leaf of my mom's plant. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Silly/crazy.gif"&gt; It was really weird since I just fed it and it ate all of its meal and when I gave it some more it didn't eat anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Animals/DalmatianPuppy.gif"&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-113361948225045174?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/113361948225045174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=113361948225045174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113361948225045174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113361948225045174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-weird-but-friendly-dog.html' title='My Weird but Friendly Dog'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Animals/th_DalmatianPuppy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-113341342706680572</id><published>2005-11-30T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:03:47.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Tests..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Finally the tests are over. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Weather/sun.gif"&gt; Including the one we had in P.E. Now its just the Quarter Exam left before our Christmas Vacation comes up. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Happy/hyper.gif"&gt; Then we come back it'll be stress again for the 3 thesis, then projects, then the last Quarter Exam in our Third Year life. I just wish that the tests are just easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-113341342706680572?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/113341342706680572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=113341342706680572' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113341342706680572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113341342706680572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/11/long-tests.html' title='Long Tests..'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-113341272706706028</id><published>2005-11-30T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T20:53:48.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After long weeks ......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;After look weeks of postless blog, because of many things that happened. Like our house was being renovated, so we stayed with my grandparent's house until its done. Then we went there we just found out that their phone wasn't working properly, &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/grumpy.gif"&gt; after it was fixed the pc suddenly bust up, so we also need to have that fixed. After two days it was fixed, we found out that that the modem for the internet is not yet installed, so we have to take it back again (I just don't know when). &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/gnasher.gif"&gt; So we have to rely on a laptop that uses Windows 1998 and Pentuim 2. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/thumbsdown.gif"&gt; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/thumbsdown.gif"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt; Maybe I'll change the template of this blog during the Christmas Vacation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-113341272706706028?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/113341272706706028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=113341272706706028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113341272706706028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113341272706706028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/11/after-long-weeks.html' title='After long weeks ......'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-113024604813231512</id><published>2005-10-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T06:21:04.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird!</title><content type='html'>This day is one of the weirdest day ever. After our wonderful play that everyone mixed up their lines, I kept on laughing and laughing during Math and P.A. time. Its really weird, after those two subjects I returned back to normal. I really can't figure out why I kept on &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Silly/spin.gif"&gt; laughing and laughing &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Silly/raspberry.gif"&gt; during thoses subjects a while ago. I've just changed the template of my other site &lt;a href="www.lostlovestory.blogspot.com"&gt;CLICK!&lt;/a&gt; I just don't know what pic I should place. We'll at least its a new. I really wonder why I kept on laughing and laughing &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Silly/smirk.gif"&gt; a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Cartoons/Cute%20Graphics/thtiger.gif" alt="cute!"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Cartoons/Cute%20Graphics/thfroggie.gif" alt="cute"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-113024604813231512?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/113024604813231512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=113024604813231512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113024604813231512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/113024604813231512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/10/weird.html' title='Weird!'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112996536405087191</id><published>2005-10-21T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T00:16:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Play Performance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There's only three more days before the play and I still could'nt find my script anywhere. We just finished practicing today. I thought I'm already late when I woke, because when I looked at the clock I found out that it's already 8:00 a.m. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/cuckooclock.gif" alt="Am I late?"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Transport/car.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So I really hurried in going to school &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/school.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;just to find out that none of my group mates are there yet, so I just stayed with the other groups while waiting for my groupmates. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/hourglass.gif" alt="After 2 hours of waiting"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Around 10:00 a.m. we were already complete, then we practiced in the Gym. We were so lucky that all the cast are complete&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Happy/goodvibes.gif"&gt;, so we were able to practice our lines without anyone taking over the role of somebody because that person is absent. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Happy/applause.gif" alt="horay!"&gt;&amp;nbsp;We ended our practice at 11:00 a.m. , then everyone started going home at 12:00 nn. Our next practice is on Monday after our extension, from 4:00 p.m. until 5:30 p.m, so we can finish our props and in rehearsing our lines. I hope that our &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/comedy.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;play&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/tragedy.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;will turn out just fine on Tuesday. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Symbolic/crossfingers.gif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Expressive/pray.gif" alt="I hope!"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I wonder what kind of layout I'm going to change in my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112996536405087191?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112996536405087191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112996536405087191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112996536405087191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112996536405087191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/10/play-performance.html' title='Play Performance'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112981457951411789</id><published>2005-10-20T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T06:57:51.683-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Expressive/meditate.gif"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Words/untitled.jpg"&gt;Now things are really getting confusing with the deadline with just a few days away, its going to give me another sets of sleepless nights just to have this thesis and play right. I just don't know if I'll still going to be part of the cast since the groupings have been combined. The tesis title on the other hand, is still not yet done and with it our teacher waits for us to pass the bibliography of the resources that we are going to use for our tesis. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Surprised/eye-popping.gif"&gt;It's really giving me a headache sometimes, because after I finish one thing there's another thing that you have to do before the deadline comes.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Surprised/yikes.gif"&gt;I just wish that the Long Test will just be easy. Anyway I found this website that should interest you, its much better if you turn on your speakers &lt;a href="http://members.thai.net/sinthai/room.htm"&gt;(Click)&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112981457951411789?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112981457951411789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112981457951411789' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112981457951411789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112981457951411789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/10/now-what.html' title='Now What!'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112935941530091371</id><published>2005-10-14T23:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T00:06:19.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Being a 3rd year is really stressful.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/bomb.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt; I've just finished one project then suddenly there's another one that's near its submission date. Then there's this Tesis and Book Report. Its really hard to do this book report when I don't get interested in the Book. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/banghead.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt;Its all making my brain hurts. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/headache.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt;There's also my kumon, that I haven't done yet, then this Flash MX that I can't find where to download for free that is not a trial one. Because none of my either don't have it or can't remember the site they downloaded it. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/duh.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt;There's also this play, that's annoying me lately because the person who voluntered to be the leader passed on her duty to me making me leader of the group. Which adds up the stress on my head, because its hard to lead a group of members when half of them doesn't even want to be with each other. &lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/talktothehand.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt;Because they hate or are mad at the other person.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/muttering.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt; I just how much stress is it going to be when I'm going to be in 4th year next year.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/yell.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/yell.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Mazeguy%20Smiles/Angry/yell.gif" alt="Mazeguy.net"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112935941530091371?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112935941530091371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112935941530091371' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112935941530091371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112935941530091371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/10/stress.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;Matura MT Script Capitals&quot; color=&quot;maroon&quot; size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Stress&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112930584833808077</id><published>2005-10-14T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T09:04:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Surfing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;I just found two sites that interest me somehow. Like this one &lt;a href="http://sacredangel08.blogs.friendster.com/thisishowidolivethelife/"&gt;(CLICK!) &lt;/a&gt;where you can find a lot of poems in this blog and this one &lt;a href="http://carolinayap.blogspot.com/"&gt;(CLICK!)&lt;/a&gt; I just liked her layout her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Emotions/Smileys/sweet.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112930584833808077?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112930584833808077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112930584833808077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112930584833808077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112930584833808077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-surfing.html' title='Just Surfing'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112870060500860078</id><published>2005-10-07T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:56:45.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Watched Them!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Finally I've got time to watch these two movies The Ring 2 and The Grudge. Both the american remake. The only comments I've got on this two movies are they are both great the only difference is that The Ring 2 that much scary like the 1st movie. The Grudge well its okay it will really give you a shock whenever the ghost will suddenly appear out of the darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112870060500860078?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112870060500860078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112870060500860078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112870060500860078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112870060500860078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-watched-them.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;chiller&quot; size=&quot;37&quot; color=&quot;red&quot;&gt;Just Watched Them!&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112869958213593319</id><published>2005-10-07T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T08:40:38.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Advertisements</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freewebs.com/bernie08/robot.html"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt; Just passing out some laughs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Note: This website you are about to see is not created by the owner of this blog. La lng.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112869958213593319?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112869958213593319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112869958213593319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112869958213593319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112869958213593319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/10/advertisements.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;curlz mt&quot; color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;Advertisements&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112607865010582369</id><published>2005-09-07T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:38:23.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="purple"&gt;This site is cool! Acutali hindi naman masyado but its fun to look at! &lt;a href="www.tekzoned.com/waldo"&gt;Click!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where i can find the ringtone of this movie.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Movies/onemissedcall_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112607865010582369?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112607865010582369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112607865010582369' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112607865010582369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112607865010582369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/09/haha.html' title='Haha!'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Movies/th_onemissedcall_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112567180073779410</id><published>2005-09-02T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T07:36:40.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After long postless blog ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Its been 3 weeks ago, I think before I last updated this blog. Its just so hard in my time to find enough time to post a blog. With all the Quarter tests then, long test 1 again. Its very hard to update this blog. But I think I'll just post the events that just happened tomorrow. For now I just want to relax.&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/10549193-112567180073779410?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112567180073779410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112567180073779410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112567180073779410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112567180073779410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-long-postless-blog.html' title='After long postless blog ...'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112385765129008753</id><published>2005-08-12T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T00:20:36.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUN-IOR-S</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;We just had our cherring competition today. Sad to say we didn't win as we all hope. &lt;img alt="hindi naman ganito ka sad" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Emotions/Moving/cryingbaby.gif" /&gt;We were hoping to beat the seniors today but never happened. Even in the first match in a basketball game &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;JUNIORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:gold;"&gt; vs.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SENIORS&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we still lost. But even though we lost we are still hoping someday to get the trophy once and for all to show that &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;"A.S.T.I.G. mga Juniors"&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe! &lt;img alt="smile lang tayo" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Emotions/Moving/smile.gif" /&gt;We'll regular school life returns back on Monday, I just hope our retreat will get suspended. Because we got the worst day to have a retreat which falls directly on a Saturday. I just hope their will be a suspension of classes or just suspend the retreat.&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/10549193-112385765129008753?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112385765129008753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112385765129008753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112385765129008753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112385765129008753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/08/jun-ior-s.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;blue&quot;&gt;JUN-IOR-S&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112367305679110143</id><published>2005-08-10T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T04:24:16.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A very long time before posting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;font face="hm phonetic"&gt;Sorry for not being able to update this blog right away. Its because of the busy week I had last week.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="symbol"&gt; Our Quarter Exam just came. Then for my worstday the test started on my birthday. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="symbol"&gt;I was really luck that I passed all the exams, because I only started studying before the day of the said exam, then sometimes when I'm studying I fall asleep. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="hm phonetic"&gt;It was really a stressful week last year. I'll just add more to this blog tom. I need to finish a few things first.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112367305679110143?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112367305679110143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112367305679110143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112367305679110143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112367305679110143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/08/very-long-time-before-posting.html' title='&lt;font face=&quot;webdings&quot; color=&quot;white&quot;&gt;A very long time before posting&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112263782538290033</id><published>2005-07-29T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T04:50:25.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last days of July 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;This last week of July had been really exhausting. Since the saturday I've been busy doing a script for health which after all my hard work researching never been finished performing at class. Then last wednesday I had to spend 4 hours just trying to think a good story for C.V.E.  for the long test 2, then just last night I spent 7 hours doing the project. This last weeks of July had been really hard. Then comes suddenly the month of August and along it came the quarter test. This is really going to be hard. &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;font face="hm phonetic"&gt;Ewan ko lang kung gaano kahirap yung kina m*** dahil phi-sci sya.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I still have to try my best (as always) to pass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;font face="hm phonetic"&gt;Tapos celebrate ako ng birthday ko sa test. Ang pangit tignan. Ano kaya sabihin kong wish sa kanya??. Last week pa niya hinihingi wish ko! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112263782538290033?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112263782538290033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112263782538290033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112263782538290033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112263782538290033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/07/last-days-of-july-2005.html' title='Last days of July 2005'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112211122459662966</id><published>2005-07-23T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T08:11:04.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Harry Potterand the Half-Blood Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just bought Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last week. I bought one at National Book Store in SM. This will be the first book, that is non-related to school work, that I'm going to read this year. Since the last book that I read was Deception Point after completing the four novels of Dan Brown. Its hard to read this book when you have assignments, projects and quizzes lying around. For now I had just read until Chapter 13 The Secret Riddle. This book tells more of the family of Tom Riddle. Here Harry encounters a new professor, the Half-Blood Prince and many more. It really is hard to read this book with all of the schoolwork. I'm just counting now a week and a few days before my Birthday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Harry%20Potter/Harry%20Potter%206/18679.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" weight="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112211122459662966?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112211122459662966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112211122459662966' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112211122459662966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112211122459662966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/07/harry-potterand-half-blood-prince.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;indigo&quot;face=&quot;harrington&quot;size=&quot;6&quot;&gt;Harry Potter&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;indigo&quot;face=&quot;Vivaldi&quot;size=&quot;5&quot;&gt;and the Half-Blood Prince&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112091192211567087</id><published>2005-07-09T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T06:15:04.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Load</title><content type='html'>As time pass by, the workload of being a 3rd year shows. Asignments, projects, and tests are compiling upstedily and also the book report. Being 3rd year really have its ups and down. Like naging mas close kami ni ♥****♥ wag kang magtatangkang isipin na numeric numbers yan alrenz kasi hinid yan). Classrooms are getting hotter luckly most of our S.S. class is in RM. 218. Our only problem (the whole class excpet Jarvis, JP,andEmil) is the P.A. subject. Becuase our teacher doesn't want to teach our class anymore except for the three. Luckly I get to learn a little by the help of my friends. Well other than that everything's seems normal like last year. like last year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112091192211567087?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112091192211567087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112091192211567087' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112091192211567087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112091192211567087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/07/work-load.html' title='Work Load'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112083640245635524</id><published>2005-07-08T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:26:42.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Week have passed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Another week has passed again. Along with it my miseries and problems. Like my filipino , i wonder if i'll be able to make the grade of 86% turn into 87%. Its been three years already and I think I'm going to get the same grade every quarter. Then today we had watched the 1st year and new students integration. I just almost spent Php. 60 today for the booths. Because Mika, Miko and Ruby are asking me to have a face paint, while Elisha and Hanyou (I don't know if the spelling is right) are asking me to have my picture taken and have it developed. The face paint costs Php. 50 while the picture costs Php. 10. These guys are by the way from the same club which is art club who runs these booths. The only reason that I managed to avoid some of them is because I with my other friends went to our club. There we spent a lot of hours cutting out pictures for the center page. Its very hard to talk to someone especially if its a girl if your friends are looking at you and always saying "ooooh! girlfriend mo yan no?". Happens everytime when a friend of mine wants to talk to me. Even in the classroom its frustrating even if they know that the friend that I'm talking with already has a boyfriend, they won't stop talking to themselves. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Horroscope of Friendster for Leo: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Bottom Line &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're sweet like honey and just as natural. You smell good, but rather sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In Detail &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your day can go one of two ways. It's all up to you. Either way, you'll be speaking your mind. There's no doubt about that. You can either speak it with wisdom, compassion and love, or you can lash out at someone you're absolutely sure deserves it. Fortunately, you probably have some wonderful plans for the evening, and if you spend the day preparing, there's a good chance that you'll be far too busy to get into it with anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112083640245635524?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112083640245635524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112083640245635524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112083640245635524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112083640245635524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/07/another-week-have-passed.html' title='Another Week have passed.'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-112038718832969990</id><published>2005-07-03T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T03:39:48.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Letterings/LOGO.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" align="right" height="299" width="260"&gt;I don't know but every year I'm just looking for a club that doesn't give you anything much to do. Like what I did last year I joined the club Kamalayn Club which does nothing but go out for an outreach. Too bad that the trip to Baguio was cancelled. This year I joined Bene Chronicles which my friend said that she didn't do anything because the work was assigned to other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;There are really a lot of Koreans and Japanese in our counrty. Because I've seen a lot of Koreans when I went to my province to celebrate Ati-atihan this year. There were a lot of Koreans joining the festival. Then just last wednesday I saw a lot of Japanes walking around SM. I was buying a scientific calculator that time when I saw a group of Japanese. There really are a lot of them around these days. Even in the school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-112038718832969990?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/112038718832969990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=112038718832969990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112038718832969990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/112038718832969990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/07/new-club.html' title='New Club'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Letterings/th_LOGO.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111962018560218786</id><published>2005-06-24T21:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T06:36:25.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Test again!?</title><content type='html'>I've just came back to school for the first time to have my first class. When I've learned that's there going to be test already next next week. That's really not fair, we just came back from the summer vacation then all of a sudden somebody tells us that we already have a test. 3rd year is  really hard work. Then there suddenly comes my first crush to school.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this horroscope from friendster: for Leo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get it right the first time, and you won't have to bother with covering up any mistakes later. If that involves taking it a little slower than you're used to (or would like to), than so be it. Isn't it worth it to not have to backtrack and unravel a snarl of complications that you could easily prevent now? Absolutely. So go at your own pace and keep an eagle eye out for things that could potentially trip you up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111962018560218786?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111962018560218786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111962018560218786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111962018560218786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111962018560218786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/06/test-again.html' title='Test again!?'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111907232332086416</id><published>2005-06-17T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T22:25:25.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School again</title><content type='html'>Its back to school again which started last June 14 because June 13 is a holiday. But I didn't got to go on the first day because I caught my cousins fever the day before and I only got well when it was already June 16. So I have to cope up with my three days of absence from school. The only weird thing is the last week before summer vacation even started, I had a dream that I was going to be placed in Sec. 36. When I came back to school I found out that it was true I did ended up in Sec 36. Then during the summer something really creeped me out. It was around 5 or 6 in the morning when I woke up. I then slowly went to our kitchen to find no one was there. Since I was still feeling sleepy.So I went and lie on the sofa in the kitchen I think fall asleep right away but after a few minutes I had a dream that I was in the kitchen and the ffrom the view it was the same from my lieing position then suddenly there was a lady who went by my side and said excuse me. Then I woke up but still saw no one there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111907232332086416?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111907232332086416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111907232332086416' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111907232332086416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111907232332086416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-school-again.html' title='Back to School again'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111816209355966635</id><published>2005-06-08T01:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T09:59:32.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still on the Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just found out that the orientation on June 8 (Wed.) was moved to June 10 (Fri.). Time is 8:00 - 12:00.&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Objects/Clock.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I think classes will start on June 14 not on June 13 but I'm still not sure. It s because my grandfather said that any holidays that is going to be celebrated on the Sunday. There will be no work the next day which is Monday. I'm still not getting enough sleep. Ewan ko kaya ko lang hangang 12:30 tapos gising ko 8:30. Lahat ng sections sa Friday ipopost sa school so tigilan nyo na ako sa kakatanong kasi hindi ko rin alam. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111816209355966635?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111816209355966635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111816209355966635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111816209355966635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111816209355966635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/06/still-on-schedule.html' title='Still on the Schedule'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Objects/th_Clock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111781592510836820</id><published>2005-06-03T23:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T10:04:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Schedule</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To all students of San Beda College&lt;br /&gt;The orientation for 3rd year-June 10 8:00-12:00&lt;br /&gt;Classes will start on June 13 &lt;- this one I'm not sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cause my grandfather said that because our Independence Day is on Sunday. So he says that maybe their will be no classes on June 13 (Monday). HINDI AKO SURE KAYA WAG AKO ANG SISIHIN NYO KAPAG PUMASOK NGA KAYO SA 14 TAPOS MAY CLASSES PALA TAYO SA 13.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111781592510836820?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111781592510836820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111781592510836820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111781592510836820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111781592510836820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/06/schedule.html' title='Schedule'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111755186708955579</id><published>2005-05-31T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T08:04:27.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found this through Elisha's blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style="font: bolder small-caps 14pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: capitalize; word-spacing: .3em; text-align: center; background: #bce9ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Birthdate: August 2&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td style=" font: small-caps small-caps 12pt Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif; color: black; text-transform: none; text-align: left; background: #e2f5ff; border-style: double; border-color: gray; padding: 5px; width: 350px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your birth on the 2nd day of the month adds a degree of emotion, sensitivity, and intuition to your life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 2 is a very social number allowing you to make friends easily and quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are apt to have a rather nervous air in the company of a large group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a warmhearted nature and emotional understanding that constantly seeks affection. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are more prone than most to become depressed and moody, as emotions can turn inward and cause anxiety and mental turmoil. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can be hard for you to bounce back to reality when depression sets in.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyourbirthdatemeanquiz/"&gt;What Does Your Birth Date Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border=0 cellpadding=4 bgcolor="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;th colspan="3" bgcolor="#BBFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;KEVINFCORTES&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/th&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;K&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Kinky&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Enjoyable&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;V&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Visionary&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;I&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Intense&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;N&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Nice&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;F&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Flirtatious&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;C&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Charming&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Optimistic&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Rich&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Tricky&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Extraordinary&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#CCFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;S&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#DDFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;is for&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEFFFF"&gt; &lt;font color="#000000" size="+1"&gt;Sappy&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blogthings.com/acro/acronymquiz.php"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Does Your Name Mean?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this one I don't really know if this is what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 14 Years Old&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=center bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  14  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under 12: You are a kid at heart. You still have an optimistic life view - and you look at the world with awe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13-19: You are a teenager at heart. You question authority and are still trying to find your place in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20-29: You are a twentysomething at heart. You feel excited about what's to come... love, work, and new experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30-39: You are a thirtysomething at heart. You've had a taste of success and true love, but you want more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40+: You are a mature adult. You've been through most of the ups and downs of life already. Now you get to sit back and relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagequiz/"&gt;What Age Do You Act?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning 14 on august&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#66CCFF align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Will Die at Age 82&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;font color="#0000CC" size="+6"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  82  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations! You take good care of yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're poised to live a long, healthy life.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatagewillyoudiequiz/"&gt;What Age Will You Die?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hangang 82 years old lang ang itatagal ko?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;continue ko na lang to next time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111755186708955579?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111755186708955579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111755186708955579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111755186708955579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111755186708955579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/05/found-this-through-elishas-blog.html' title='Found this through Elisha&apos;s blog'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111738282989074812</id><published>2005-05-30T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T07:32:39.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Facts I found on the net</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor=#CCFFCC align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Know You're Filipino When....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align=left bgcolor=#FFFFFF&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 10pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your middle name is your mother's maiden name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your parents call each other "Mommy" and "Daddy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have uncles and aunts named "Boy," "Girlie," or "Baby."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have relatives whose nicknames consist of repeated syllables like "Jun-Jun," "Ling-Ling," and "Mon-Mon."  Mine by the way was "Che-Che."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You call the parents of your friends and your own parents' friends "Tito" and "Tita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have four or five names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You greet your elders by touching their hands to your forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always kiss your relatives on the cheek whenever you enter or leave the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You follow your parents' house rules even if you are over 18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You live with your parents until and at times even after you're married.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You decorate your dining room wall with a picture of the "Last Supper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep your furniture wrapped in plastic or covered with blankets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a Sto. Nino shrine in your living room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a piano that no one plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You keep a tabo in your bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use Vicks Vapor rub as an insect repellant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat with your hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat more than three times a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think a meal is not a meal without rice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think sandwiches are snacks, not meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dining table has a merry-go-round (lazy Susan) in the middle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring baon to work everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pantry is never without Spam, Vienna sausage, corned beef, and sardines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to eat daing or tuyo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You prop up one knee while eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ou eat your meal with patis, toyo, suka, banana catsup, or bagoong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tablecloths are stained with toyo circles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love sticky desserts and salty snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You eat fried Spam and hot dogs with rice.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;You eat mangoes with rice--with great GUSTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love "dirty" ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to eat, yet often manage to stay slim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You put hot dogs in your spaghetti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything you eat is sauted in garlic, onion, and tomatoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You order a "soft drink" instead of soda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hang a rosary on your car's rear view mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get together with family at a cemetery on All Saint's Day to eat, drink, and tell stories by your loved ones' graves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play cards or mahjong and drink beer at funeral wakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think Christmas season begins in October and ends in January.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your second piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've mastered the art of packing a suitcase to double capacity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You collect items from airlines, hotels, and restaurants as "souvenirs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel obligated to give pasalubong to all your friends and relatives each time you return from a trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use paper foot outlines when buying shoes for friends and relatives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a fashion victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can convey 30 messages with your facial expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hold your palms together in front of you and say "excuse, excuse" when you pass in between people or in front of the TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask for the bill at a restaurant by making a rectangle in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cover your mouth when you laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You respond to a "Hoy!" or a "Pssst!" in a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll answer "Malapit lang!"--no matter the distance--when asked how far away a place is located.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goldilocks is more than a fairy tale character to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You refer to power interruptions as "brownouts."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love to use the following acronyms:  CR for comfort room, DI for dance instructor, DOM for dirty old man, TNT for tago nang tago, KJ for kill joy, KSP for kulang sa pansin, OA for over-acting, TL for true love, BF for boyfriend and GF for girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say "rubber shoes" instead of sneakers, "ball pen" instead of pen, "stockings" instead of pantyhose, "pampers" instead of diapers, "ref" or "prijider" instead of refrigerator, "Colgate" instead of toothpaste, "canteen" instead of cafeteria, and "open" or "close" instead of turn on or turn off (as in the lights).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use an umbrella for shade on hot summer days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like everything imported or "state-side."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love ballroom dancing, bowling, pusoy, mah jong, billiards, and karaoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a relative who is a nurse.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;When you're in a restaurant, you wipe your plate and utensils before using them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can squeeze 15 passengers into your five seater car without a second thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wave a pom-pom on a stick around the food to keep the flies away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always ring a doorbell twice, assuming that the first ring was not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You let the phone ring twice before answering, lest you appear overly eager.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your other piece of luggage is a balikbayan box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You use a rock to scrub yourself in the bath or shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're proud to be Filapino - and you pass these jokes on to all your Filipino friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/wherefrom.html"&gt;Get Your Own "You Know You're" Meme Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More cool things for your blog at &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com"&gt;Blogthings&lt;/a&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/10549193-111738282989074812?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111738282989074812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111738282989074812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111738282989074812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111738282989074812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/05/facts-i-found-on-net.html' title='Facts I found on the net'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111737847037028350</id><published>2005-05-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T07:54:30.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to get this blog updated</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm just writing a post again after the look summer I had. My summer as usual as the last one I had. My cousin Megan came over here for summer. Then my cousin DJ is now going back to the province to study there.*Wala na ding makulit sa bahay*. I only pity him cause he's going back to a public school. But things that happened in the house made my summer a bit more interesting. First when we finally got out of the house and swum in a swimming pool under the scorching sun for 6 hours. All of us really got dark when we finally came out of the pool. My mom even joked around that we were addicts because our eyes were red. Because we didn't use any goggles when diving in the pool. Like when our house got termites. We really had a hard time putting everything in order after the anay reppelers came to our house. Then my friend's friend had her birthday on May 27, also my lola's on May 25. When buying a gaila unform, I met mika, she's the same as always wearing black clothes with matching skirt. She was I think buying a P.E. t-shirt, because she kept on saying when her mom says how about the small one, she'll say "its to small", when her mom, pick the medium, she'll say "its too big". Then I think the day Miko had her birthday, they went out to the beach and only mika was the one who had a lot of tan. I just wonder if her color is back to normal. &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Sa mga taga San Beda anong araw yung pasukan? Ang alam ko lang June 8 yung orientation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111737847037028350?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111737847037028350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111737847037028350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111737847037028350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111737847037028350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/05/just-to-get-this-blog-updated.html' title='Just to get this blog updated'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111596145687358274</id><published>2005-05-12T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T22:23:32.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfing around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Just found another website when I began searching the net. this website &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;www.gaiaonline.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt; is like Ragnarok and Tantra that you get to choose either a male or female. Only difference is its not a game where you play against creatures and other players, but just like a chat room. Here you can interact with other players. Discuss about things with other people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gaiaonline.com/index.php?referral=1840660" target="_new"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111596145687358274?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111596145687358274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111596145687358274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111596145687358274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111596145687358274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/05/surfing-around.html' title='&lt;font color=&quot;aqua&quot;&gt;Surfing around&lt;/font&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/th_redkev.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111494158315584122</id><published>2005-05-01T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-01T02:59:43.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;These days have been the most weirdest for me. Starting with me and my little sister always ending up wearing the same color of clothes when we go out together. Its really freaky that your sibling is wearing thhe same color of clothes that you are also wearing. I just hope that it will not happen again anymore cause its irritating. The next weird thing is the things that you always fell when you are in a scenery that looks familiar. Like you've seen it happen before. Happens to me once in a while. Hope it doesn't happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Emotions/Moving/GreenHappyFace.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Emotions/Moving/BlueHappyFace.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111494158315584122?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111494158315584122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111494158315584122' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111494158315584122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111494158315584122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/05/weird-days.html' title='Weird Days'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111476200404462190</id><published>2005-04-29T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T01:06:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 3?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hi! Anyone who reads this can you please just give me an idea on what did Edward give to Kristine on her birthday. Thanks a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Here's the website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lostlovestory.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;www.lostlovestory.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111476200404462190?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111476200404462190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111476200404462190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111476200404462190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111476200404462190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/04/chapter-3.html' title='Chapter 3?'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111398293175349792</id><published>2005-04-20T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:48:38.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img height="116" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/News/2005/April/13%20-%20Pope%20Bendict%20XVI/Smoke.jpg" width="92" align="left" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;As I watch an channel on t.v last night around 11:30 I was surprised to see when I switched the channel to 10 there was a live video in Vatican showing a white smoke coming out of the chimney. But I heard no bell so I thought they might have just had an error, but when the reporter said that the smoke had been 1 hour early. Also because the reporter said that if there is indeed a new popo a bell will ring so not to create confusion when white smoke suddnely blows out of the chimney. She said that there were two votings in the morning and evening and there had only been made 1 voting in the morning on their 3rd day of their conclave. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/News/2005/April/13%20-%20Pope%20Bendict%20XVI/Bell.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" align="right"&gt;Because I was curious what's going to happen I continued to watch it until the bell ringed. From there I never changed the channel. I was really amzed by this conclave of how our pope is being elected. From that point I continued to watch it and found out that the cardinals had a new pope. The oldest cardinal then came out of the balcony and said "HabbThen after 30 mins or so Cardinal Joseph Ratzinger came out and had himself hold the name Pope Benedict XVI.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/News/2005/April/13%20-%20Pope%20Bendict%20XVI/PopeBenediictXVI.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" height="212" width="260"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111398293175349792?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111398293175349792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111398293175349792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111398293175349792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111398293175349792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/04/fontskyblue-pope-benedict-xvi.html' title='&lt;a font=&quot;skyblue&quot; Pope Benedict XVI &lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111337671564112199</id><published>2005-04-13T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T07:06:25.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Well since I've been bored this summer I just made a story titled Lost Love. Just click on the hyperlink to check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="www.lostlovestory.blogspot.com"&gt;Lost Love&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111337671564112199?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111337671564112199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111337671564112199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111337671564112199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111337671564112199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/04/lost-love.html' title='Lost Love'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111251690198069931</id><published>2005-04-03T16:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T07:36:53.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Photos</title><content type='html'>Here's the other photos I said I'll try to make a link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Barkadas/ACRiaandKathy.jpg"&gt;AC, Ria and Kathy&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Barkadas/AaandSean.jpg"&gt;Aa and Sean&lt;/a&gt; , &lt;a href=http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Barkadas/ElisesPeraltaandBalasbas.jpg"&gt;Elises, Peralta &amp; Balasbas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111251690198069931?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111251690198069931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111251690198069931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111251690198069931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111251690198069931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/04/more-photos.html' title='More Photos'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111199710719592115</id><published>2005-03-27T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T00:01:35.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;I'm getting bored everyday. I don't know if I should just make a blog about horror movies because I watched about 9 this week about two movies per day and they are either japanese, korean, indonesian (i didn't like the movie that the indonesians made which is "Haunted Doll") and filipino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;lostlovestory.blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Here's the list that I just watched in all:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Ring 1 (Japanese Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Ring 2 (Japanese Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Ring 0 (Japanese Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ju-on The Grudge 1(i don't know what country made this but I think japanese)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Ju-on The Grudge 2(the same i don't know)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;One Missed Call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;The Ring 1 (American Version)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Haunted Doll (Indonesian &lt;= this movie is boring)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Acaia (Korean)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Fung Sui (i don't know the spelling but this was made last year by the Filipinos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Spirit of the Glass (its just okay -Filipinos)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i3.photobucket.com/albums/y73/phomo/Horror/Japanese%20Movies/Ring%201/Sadakoabouttobepushed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111199710719592115?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111199710719592115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111199710719592115' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111199710719592115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111199710719592115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111122150614948544</id><published>2005-03-19T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:38:26.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The sho&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;w&lt;/span&gt; "One Missed Call" was released in the theaters in early 2004. It is the story of college student Yuki Nakamura. Becoming bored at the party. Yuki waits for her friend Yoko, who arrives at the party late after finis&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ing work. While Yoko is changing clothes in the ladies room, she receives a phone c&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;ll with a spooky ring &lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;one she has never heard before. To make things creepier, the call appears to be from her own phone. Yoko listens to the message, which &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;s dated three days in the future, and hears her own voice saying&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; "It's star&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ed raining." Followed by a bloodcurling scream. Several days later, the events heard in the message actually occur, and Yoko meets a gruesome death. However Yoko isn't the last person to &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;ear this strange ring tone. Others begin g&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;tting similar calls and meeting similar fac&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;s, and Yum&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt; finds herself in a race against time to solve the mys&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;ery before her own number comes up. Getting he&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;p from a guy whose sister died six months ago. He helps her uncover the mystery surrounding their deaths and the death of a mother and a daughter. Learning that the mother killed the daughter and just died. They went to an abandoned hospital and Yumi finds ther&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; the body of the mother which she realizes was her mother's body just using the mother who died. As the twist &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;f luck surrounds them. Yumi gets the &lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;f&lt;/span&gt;phone call. With little &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;t&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;ime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;left. They found out that it was actually the mot&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;er's daughter doing the killings. As they kept with them their hope throughout the mystery. As the soul of the girl is freed. They learned that she di&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;d because of an asthma attack. The &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;MOVIE&lt;/span&gt; was really scary because of its effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;The one in colored yellow is the letter that should be there, while the one in gray is the letter which should not have been there, blue green means its the letter I used in the message and eventhough the word movie doesn't have any mistake on it I included it on my hidden message which is = What is the title of the movie? Ans. One Missed Call.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111122150614948544?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111122150614948544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111122150614948544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111122150614948544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111122150614948544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/scary-movie.html' title='Scary Movie'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111098415910813776</id><published>2005-03-16T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T00:03:07.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;With heartful of hello i say to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And also to sen a warm message so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;To see the message you must be alert&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;With all the clues even if its short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everything beyond this poem lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Something secret for your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;In all the stanzas holds a letter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That makes your search even better&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Even in a line it holds just one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Doing in all your best&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Describes how great your at seeing this test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the words of wisdom capital is something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Getting the message is another thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;On this poem use the first two words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mostly on every stanzas of threads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yet everything is in place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;For you to see and embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Retrieving every letter is a bit hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Even if it holds a yard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Even if it takes you all night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Careless be and you'll lose sight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;On understanding this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Note only all the clues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;To end this poem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Even in words i just say "good bye" and find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rightously the words with your mind&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/10549193-111098415910813776?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111098415910813776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111098415910813776' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111098415910813776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111098415910813776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111055918199546909</id><published>2005-03-11T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T05:54:43.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Today have been one memorable day. Because it have been our farewell party. Each of us in our section felt the sadness because we will be seperated from each other next year. Some of us will be going to other school while the others who are left will be seperated from each other because they will be placed in different sections. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Our section for each of us are complete of everything. We have Guitarist- Aldrich, Braza, etc, Basketball Players like Aldrin, Singer (kilig naman sya pagkabasa nya to)- Balasbas, AC, Artist- Mika, Elisha, etc. We also have intelligent people like Jannine and Aa. We even have a love team in our section which is Jessica and Elises. Each and everyone of us really contributed something to this section to make it good. Like the Joker of our class Carreon, who always make the class be awaked a little if the lesson's getting boring. This section is really great. Here are some of the pictures during the farewell party.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Barkadas/ACRiaandKathy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Barkadas/ACRiaandKathy.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Class%20Pic/ClassPic3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Class%20Pic/ClassPic3.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Group%20Pic/JessicaandElises.jpg"&gt;&lt;img height="100" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y42/Pikapics/Sec%2024/Farewell%20Party/Group%20Pic/JessicaandElises.jpg" width="140" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I'll try to make a link to all the photos that we have taken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111055918199546909?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111055918199546909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111055918199546909' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111055918199546909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111055918199546909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-111003146320048609</id><published>2005-03-05T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T06:04:23.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life Today 3/05/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#cc9933;"&gt;Just another boring day with loads of heavywork to do. The tests are near and I haven't even open my book to study. I just wish the tests are now over and its now summer for us to enjoy and relax. But for now I'm still caught up with this boring day. But my dog livens it up. Its as cute as this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Animals/Dogbegging.gif" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-111003146320048609?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/111003146320048609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=111003146320048609' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111003146320048609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/111003146320048609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-life-today-30505.html' title='My Life Today 3/05/05'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Animals/th_Dogbegging.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110994985010390221</id><published>2005-03-04T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T05:45:00.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Info</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have now made a link directly to the trivia's I made. So you won't have a hard time finding it. Sorry for the comments I just can't figure out how to edit it from being colored black to a new color.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-110994985010390221?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110994985010390221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110994985010390221' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110994985010390221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110994985010390221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/info.html' title='Info'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110976887853635079</id><published>2005-03-02T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T02:24:44.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Movie (Trivia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just like this movie eventhough it is a year old. I just had a chance to watch it because I found it. Actually I'm looking for this video for a long time na. So wala lang. So here it goes. (I mean't my Trivia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shot "One Missed Call" was released in the theaters in early 2004. It is the story of college student Yuki Nakamura. Becoming bored at the party. Yuki waits for her friend Yoko, who arrives at the party late after finising work. While Yoko is changing clothes in the ladies room, she receives a phone cell with a spooky ring bone she has never heard before. To make things creepier, the call appears to be from her own phone. Yoko listens to the message, which as dated three days in the future, and hears her own voice sayings "It's stared raining." Followed by a bloodcurling scream. Several days later, the events heard in the message actually occur, and Yoko meets a gruesome death. However Yoko isn't the last person to ear this strange ring tone. Others begin gotting similar calls and meeting similar factes, and Yum finds herself in a race against time to solve the mysery before her own number comes up. Getting hep from a guy whose sister died six months ago. He helps her uncover the mystery surrounding their deaths and the death of a mother and a daughter. Learning that the mother killed the daughter and just died. They went to an abandoned hospital and Yumi finds ther the body of the mother which she realizes was her mother's body just using the mother who died. As the twist if luck surrounds them. Yumi gets the fhone call. With little dime left. They found out that it was actually the moter's daughter doing the killings. As they kept with them their hope throughout the mystery. As the soul of the girl is freed. They learned that she did because of an asthma attack. The MOVIE was really scary because of its effects.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Movies/onemissedcall_1.jpg"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Movies/onemissedcall_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures were one of the scary parts. The one on the left is the picture of the girl while on the right is the mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'll only fix the one I posted on the top colored blue if you get to solve my trivia.&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/10549193-110976887853635079?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110976887853635079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110976887853635079' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110976887853635079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110976887853635079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/scary-movie-trivia.html' title='Scary Movie (Trivia)'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Movies/th_onemissedcall_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110976268819635872</id><published>2005-03-02T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T04:11:50.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deadlines</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Objects/Clock.gif"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I have been really busy this week and eventually for the next two more weeks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Reasons:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1. Projects deadlines are coming near.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. The Quarter Test are going to be in two weeks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. You have to make good grades in your subjects before&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;deliberation time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;4. The final test is going to be the hardest this school year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;5. This is going to be the teachers time to make a revenge on you&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;on your deliberation if you've been bad to them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Effects:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; 1. You're time of joy is coming near but that's after the time of pressure&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and stress.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;2. You're going to be seperated from your friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;3. You're getting older quicker cause you're going on to the next year&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;of your school days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*But still enjoy your life as we encounter all of this pressures and remember always that you have your family and friends at your side and especially God&lt;/span&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/10549193-110976268819635872?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110976268819635872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110976268819635872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110976268819635872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110976268819635872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/03/deadlines.html' title='Deadlines'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Objects/th_Clock.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110949409988532804</id><published>2005-02-27T16:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:48:19.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Since you've got the answer on my first Trivia here's another one. (Whenever I make this trivia's it just means I'm bored again)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Dear Reader,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;       Hope that this  message will help you. Because upon reading this you will have to open your mind for this message to be clear. Because hen you will only open your minds. That's the time you will ave gotten the question to this endless twist of sentnces. Only when the message has been foud, then it will be now your turn to give the anser. To lso clear things up. You may need a word list. I know this might be a long mesage. Bu everyting in here will help clear thngs up. So be really open to anything you ee. For anyone of those could be a help to you. So look carefully from to to bttom. Cause you'll be really orry if you miss anyhing osted in here. So nderstand reall carefully efore it vanishes before your eyes. Aways think positive to even help you in ths little game of ours. To hed some lights on a idden messag about to vanish at the en of this line. So I say good luck to you.&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/10549193-110949409988532804?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110949409988532804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110949409988532804' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110949409988532804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110949409988532804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/trivia-2.html' title='Trivia 2'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110948795515578796</id><published>2005-02-26T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T00:54:33.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luck!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;I feel so happy today because I earned Php. 1500.00 last week. 1000 from my Lola, 300 from my cousin that arrived last Friday from London and 200 from my mom as my allowance. I just wished my cousin could have given me one of her cellphones. Because every two months she gets a new one (she gets it free from her agency) though I'm not just sure that its two months or three. Anyway I'm still happy this day. Then tomorrow I'll be sad or sleepy or bored. But I'm still happy. I really fell great today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Animals/DalmatianPuppy.gif" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-110948795515578796?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110948795515578796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110948795515578796' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110948795515578796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110948795515578796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/luck.html' title='Luck!'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Animals/th_DalmatianPuppy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110925848894727866</id><published>2005-02-24T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T07:28:04.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Actually my boredom is the reason that I came up with this (wala lang):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#66ffff;"&gt;The letter I lost. Was the greatest of them all. But I was startled to find it missing in my thoughts. From A to Z of my words. I found that one was really missing. I began searching everywhere from top to bottom but still couldn't find it. So I also have browsed at the Xerox copies but they were all gone. It annoyed me really. Just as I am so hyped up. It may have just been written there for us waiting patiently. Waiting for it to be revealed or just wait for to us quarrel about this letter that we couldn't find anywhere. It seems that this may be confusing. But it really is true. I searched everywhere but one is still missing. And I just hope you can see it.&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/10549193-110925848894727866?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110925848894727866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110925848894727866' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110925848894727866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110925848894727866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/trivia.html' title='Trivia'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110925453728124431</id><published>2005-02-24T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:12:57.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just about Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Letterings/LetterT.gif" height="38" width="42" align="left"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;his is actually my first time to post anything that I just wrote. But today is just any ordinary day which includes it is boring. Because the online games installed here in my computer is not working. The games &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Ragnarok&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tantra&lt;/span&gt; are not working........ It just really makes me much bored. And this boredness of mine also showed up when I went to a Doctor today. I don't know why or how but I just fell asleep in the doctor's room. I went to check my face kasi eh! My mom said lang. Then I just went came home like I came home from school. Then of course landed here browsing around the net and stuff. I'm really am bored today. I just wonder&lt;/span&gt; why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Etc/Questions.gif" align="center"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-110925453728124431?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110925453728124431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110925453728124431' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110925453728124431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110925453728124431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-about-nothing.html' title='Just about Nothing'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Letterings/th_LetterT.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110915674510100082</id><published>2005-02-23T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T01:04:45.490-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer for Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Landscape/Blogpost1.gif" align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Take a moment to relax your mind and humble your heart to focus on Christ. Allow God, to be the only person on your mind while you read this prayer. If we can take the time to read long jokes, stories, etc., we should give the same respect to this prayer. Friends that pray together, stay together.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Dear Lord, I thank You for this day. I thank You for my being able to see and to hear this morning. I'm blessed because You are a forgiving God and an understanding God. You have done so much for me and You keep on blessing me.Forgive me this day for everything I have done, said or thought that was not pleasing to you. I ask now for Your forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Please keep me safe from all danger and harm. Help me to start this day with a new attitude and plenty of gratitude. Let me make the best of each and every day to clear my mind so that I can hear from You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;! Please broaden my mind that I can accept all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Let me not whine and whimper over things I have no control over. Let me continue to see sin through God's eyes and acknowledge it as evil. And when I sin, let me repent, and confess with my mouth my wrongdoing, and receive the forgiveness of God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;And when this world closes in on me, let me remember Jesus' example -to slip away and find a quiet place to pray. It's the best response when I'm pushed beyond my limits. I know that when I can't pray, You listen to my heart. Continue to use me to do Your will.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Continue to bless me that I may be a blessing to others. Keep me strong that I may help the weak. Keep me uplifted that I may have words of encouragement for others. I pray for those that are lost and can't find their way. I pray forthose that are misjudged and misunderstood. I pray for those who don't know You intimately. I pray for those that will delete this without sharing it with others. I pray for those that don't believe... But I thank you that I believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I believe that God changes people and God changes things. I pray for all my sisters and brothers. For each and every family member in their households. I pray for peace, love and joy in their homes that they are out of debt and all their needs are met.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;I pray that every eye that reads this knows there is no problem, circumstance, or situation greater than God. Every battle is in your hands for you to fight. I pray that these words be received into the hearts of every eye that sees them and every mouth that confesses them willingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;This is my prayer.In &lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Jesus'&lt;/span&gt; Name, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;Amen...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-110915674510100082?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110915674510100082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110915674510100082' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110915674510100082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110915674510100082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/prayer-for-friends.html' title='Prayer for Friends'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Landscape/th_Blogpost1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110804376820145597</id><published>2005-02-10T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T07:19:19.503-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of Our Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sera and John met in the 8th grade. She was a beautiful young girl with the silkiest hair that shined in even the dimmest of light. Her smile was breathtaking and her laugh, a song from the heavens. From the day she first arrived at Parkington Junior High, she took his breath away.&lt;br /&gt;Literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because it was the first day of the second semester of school, he hadn't known of her existence until the 7th period of the day. She hadn't been watching where she was going and had collided, sending both their books flying. She giggled lightly as he helped her up, apologizing rapidly. I wasn't looking where I was going He was a bit irritated, knowing this incident would only make him late for his 7th period Algebra class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough he found himself walking with her to what turned out to be a class which they shared. The walk wasn't long, but by the time they had reached the classroom, he was entranced. She was a pretty girl, but it hadn't sunk in until now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just two weeks later, the two were a couple. They were inseparable and soon became the King and Queen of the Junior high prom.&lt;br /&gt;But in high school, things changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were still very much in love, but they had belonged to two different groups. Although they're feelings for each other had by no means changed, high school cliques had separated the two. He was now part of the kings of the Freshman class, while she was simply a regular girl, drowned out by the queens of the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time went on, and the couple spent every moment talking on the phone or he would hold her in his arms- away from his friends. Why are you going out with her? Or that girls hotter! Were the cruel words that constantly flowed through his mind. He wanted to love her unconditionally, but what about his friends? His status?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Valentines Day approached, John seemed to get more and more letters in his lockers, Be My Valentine, they all read. As his friends egged him onto girls of higher social status, he continued to ignore them, although he was starting to grow weary of their catcalls, teasing, and You loser, go to your loser girlfriend. Sera too received similar letters, but discarded them, looking into his eyes, she'd always say, you're all I'll ever want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big day arrived, John and Sera's anniversary, and Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;John had thought to bring Sera a big display,&lt;br /&gt;Cards, candy, and her favorite white and red roses. But the words of his friends, and the thought of what they would think and say had prevented him from doing so. Instead, he had scribbled a small card that said Happy Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;____********______*********___&lt;br /&gt;__***______***__***______***__&lt;br /&gt;_***_________****_________***_&lt;br /&gt;***___________**___________***&lt;br /&gt;***________________________***&lt;br /&gt;***___________I____________***&lt;br /&gt;_***_________Love_________***_&lt;br /&gt;__***_________You________***__&lt;br /&gt;___***_______SERA_______***___&lt;br /&gt;_____***______________***_____&lt;br /&gt;_______***__________***_______&lt;br /&gt;_________***______***_________&lt;br /&gt;____________******____________&lt;br /&gt;______________**______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course Sera was thrilled. It never mattered with her, as long as he had made it. Although he felt horrible inside for taking the easy way out. She had made him his favorite, pigs in a blanket, burned him a CD of Love Songs, made a picture album of the pair, and even purchased a single rose for him. She had also made a small bear for him that said your all I'll ever want on his belly, and was holding a small card that said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear John, I'm glad I wasn't looking where I was going that day. Happy Valentines Day, I'll always love you. With all my love, Sera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&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;__#______####___####______#__&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;&lt;/span&gt;He had stuffed all this in his locker before his friends were able to see it. And, like always, avoided her the whole day, while the other couples walked together to classes. And, like always, she didn't seem to mind, instead, she walked with her friends who were also with their boyfriends, smiling that heartwarming smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you sweetie, happy anniversary. Sera whispered in his ear that afternoon after school. From the corner of his eye, he saw his friends snickering, shaking their head sat him and punching each other playfully.&lt;br /&gt;He mumbled in response. She frowned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside, she had always known what had been happening. His friends never thought she was good enough for him. But never, never had she thought he would give into them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She hung around, trying to remain by his side, but John continued to ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, she turned, picked up her bag and her binder, which displayed his card, and left without another word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awwww! The boys called after her mockingly. She continued her pace, not once chancing a look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John remained silent, afraid to watch her walk home as his friends continued chuckling. But once he looked, he couldn't stop. What was he thinking? After all this time, why had he started being so cold now? If he loved her it shouldn't matter, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a glare at his friends, he was off, running after her with his own bag, although his Valentines Day gifts were still stuffed in his locker.&lt;br /&gt;He caught up to her far outside the school gates. Even while he was right beside her, she showed no signs that she knew of his presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I'm so sorry He didn't know what else to say, what he could say. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned to look at him as he stepped onto the street.&lt;br /&gt;Her tear streaked face was the last thing he saw before he heard the brakes as the red mustang screeched around the corner, his legs acting without thought, springing his body back onto the concrete. . .&lt;br /&gt;Everything was a blur from there. . .&lt;br /&gt;He ran to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl he loved more then anything in the world, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen now lay in a bloody mess on the road.. . .&lt;br /&gt;Her blood seeped through his jeans as he fell to his knees next to her, cradling her in his arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words wouldn't come to him, he was in a shock, in a world of no return. . .&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes fluttered open slowly, quivering a bit. Finally, they focused on him. Soft chocolate eyes, holding no emotion but love. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled weakly, as a trail of thick blood flowed down from the corner of her lips. I wasn't. . . watching where I was going. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first and last words he would ever hear her speak. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sera Connor died that day in Johnathan Sukamas arms. He remained in the middle of the road with her form in his arms, crying into the crook of her neck as the crowd of people formed around them. He wailed over and over again that he was sorry, that he loved her more then life itself, and that he would do anything, anything if she would just come back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seras death taught Johnathan the most important thing anyone could ever learn. And that was unconditional love. True love knows no obstacles which hinders. It wasn't her who hadn't watched where she was going, it was him. He hadn't seen the car coming, or what truly mattered. Social status and popularity had come before her, his pride had been placed in front of him like a wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;____##########*_______________________ __*##############_____________________ __################____________________ _##################_________**##*_____ __##################_____*##########__ __##################___*#############_ ___#################*_###############* ____#################################* ______###############################_ _______#############################=_ ________=##########################___ __________########################____ ___________*####################=_____ ____________*##################_______ _____________*###############_________ _______________#############__________ ________________##########____________ ________________=#######*_____________ _________________######_______________ __________________####________________ __________________###_________________ ___________________#__________________ ______________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone, show them, tell them everyday, because quite frankly, you don't know how many more days you'll be able to say "I Love You". . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-110804376820145597?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110804376820145597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110804376820145597' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110804376820145597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110804376820145597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-of-our-life.html' title='The Love of Our Life'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110758777364758452</id><published>2005-02-05T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T05:49:32.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Story for February</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chinie is a typical college girl who enjoys life to the fullest. She loves her boyfriend so much and texts him every now and then. JB is Chinie's boyfriend who works in a call center in Ortigas. He's always busy doing so many things. He only manage to reply to Chinie's texts when he got off from work. One time JB receive a message from Chinie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:skyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;font-size:20;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:Chinie&lt;br /&gt;To:JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"hi baby! muzta na po? miss na kta!&lt;br /&gt;twag ka pgdting u po ng hauz ha! yngatz! lovu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB ignored the message because he always receive the same message whenever it is time for him to go home from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:skyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;font-size:20;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:Chinie&lt;br /&gt;To:JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby ko, miss na kta! kmain knb?! yngatzka popauwi mo ha! antay kong tawag mo.lovu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:skyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;font-size:20;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:Chinie&lt;br /&gt;To:JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, san ka na po?! daya naman hindika nagre-rply. well, basta antay ko na lng call mo!lovu!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB reaches home and lay on his bed. The last time he knew is that he's reading Chinie's text.He was so tired he fall asleep and wasn't able to return Chinie's call. He can still hear his phone beeps but he's too tired to take a glimpse on the message. When he woke up the next day, he remember that he needs to call Chinie. He ignored the messages and dialed Chinie's #. No one's answering in her house. He called up her cellphone and he was surprised that her father answered the call. In his voice you can feel his tears and hear his heart tearing apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"JB, bakit ngayon ka lang tumawag. Kanina ka pa hinihintay ni Chinie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dad sorry po. Nakatulog ako sa sobrang pagod. Tumatawag ako sa bahay pero walang sumasagot. Asan po kayo paramakapunta ako."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Antayin mo na lang kami sa bahay"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB went to Chinie's house and much to his surprised he saw a lot of people inside.The house were so lighted but you can see the gloom on every person you'll meet there. He was greeted by Chinie's mom on tears. She hug him tight and cried on his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Inaantay ka ni Chinie. Hindi sya sumama sa amin kasi hinihintay nyang tawag mo. Pinataysya nung mga akyat-bahay na nagnakaw sa amin. Wala nasya JB, wala na"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ma, nagtext pa si Chinie sa akin eh. Paanong nangyari yon?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JB can't look who's inside the coffin. He can't move and it feels like his whole body is stucked on the chair his seating. He wanted to cry but it seems that something is blocking his tears to fall down. He turn to his phone and read the messages of Chinie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:skyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;font-size:20;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:Chinie&lt;br /&gt;To:JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, antayin ko na lang yung tawagmo. hindi nako sasama kina dad!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:skyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;font-size:20;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:Chinie&lt;br /&gt;To:JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, natatakot ako. parang may tao sababa ngbahay. please tmwag k n ngyn!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:skyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;font-size:20;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:Chinie&lt;br /&gt;To:JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby, andiyan na sila. baka patayin nilaako.please tmwag ka na. baby asan k n? ineed youhere now. please baby andyan na sila..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bordercolor="black" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="left"  style="color:skyblue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Verdana;font-size:20;color:maroon;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From:Chinie&lt;br /&gt;To:JB&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"baby.... i love you!..."&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;___________*####################=_____&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;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to shout and cry so loud. It's true that Chinie is waiting for his call. Up to her last breath she only thinks about him. He stare at Chinie inside the coffin. Suddenly tears starts flowing down his cheeks. He can't say anything. The only words he uttered...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My baby, i'm so sorry! I could have known, I could have fought for you! I'm really sorry! I love you so much!" &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/10549193-110758777364758452?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110758777364758452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110758777364758452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110758777364758452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110758777364758452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/love-story-for-february_05.html' title='A Love Story for February'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110751816289627754</id><published>2005-02-04T20:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T03:56:02.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Self</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" bgcolor="#dcfafa" border="1" bordercolor="black" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="250px"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cool/cool-test.php" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 12pt; color:#dcfafa;"&gt;Am I cool or uncool? [CLICK]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" width="99%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 18pt; color: Black;"&gt;You are &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cool/supercool.php" style="text-decoration: none; color: black;"&gt;Super-Cool&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 11pt; color: Black;"&gt;Woah! Step back - the future's so bright for you it's blinding me! You are the coolest of the cool. Everyone looks up to you as the benchmark for being coooool. The fonze was your grandfather. Any cooler and you'd freeze! WOO it's chilly in here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="black" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, Verdana; font-size: 9pt; color: #dcfafa;"&gt;Cool quizzes at Go-Quiz.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So there it is. Hindi ako nagyayabang or anything. I'm just saying that result came out when i took that test. And also I think that is the reason why I have so many friends. And also if you have ym or friendster please add me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:keiv2003@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;keiv2003@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;. Thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10549193-110751816289627754?l=kevamico.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/feeds/110751816289627754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10549193&amp;postID=110751816289627754' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110751816289627754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10549193/posts/default/110751816289627754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kevamico.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-self.html' title='My Self'/><author><name>kevamico</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14414929398314831894</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y14/Postage/Gaia/redkev.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10549193.post-110725481147349284</id><published>2005-02-01T02:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T07:21:09.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Prophecy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Is this of any relevance in the light of what happened in Asia on the 26th of December? Independent of any creed or Religion, it is better to be prepared and be in good Terms with GOD, though we never know when we will be leaving this world ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;THE LAST SECRET OF FATIMA. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;The Church has given permission to reveal to the people the last part of the message. The Blessed Virgin Appeared to three children in Fatima, Portugal in 1917. This is a proven fact. One of these children is still alive, her name is Lucia and she is a Recluse nun and lives in a European monastery. Lucia disclosed the message for the first time to Pope Pio XXII, who after reading it sealed and stored it away without making it public. Later John XXIII read it and in the same manner as his predecessor, kept it out of public eye because he knew that once revealed, it will bring desperation and panic to the human kind. Now the time has come and permission has bee granted from Pope John Paul II to reveal it to the children of God in order not to create panic, but to make people aware of this important message so everybody can be prepared. The Virgin told Lucia: "Go my child and tell the world what will come to pass during the years 1950-2005. Men are not practicing the commandments that our Father has given us. Evil is governing the world and is harvesting hate and resentment all over. Men will fabricate mortal weapons that destroy the world in minutes and half of the human race will be destroyed. The war will begin against Rome and there will be conflicts amongst religious orders. "God will allow all natural phenomenons like smoke, hale, cold, water, fire, flood, earthquakes, winds and inclement weather will slowly batter the planet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These things will come to pass in the year 2004. Those who do not believe, this is the time your beloved mother tells you those lacking charity towards others and those who do not love thy neighbour like my beloved Son has loved you all, cannot survive. They will wish they had died. Millions are imaginable, they will come and there is no doubt. Our Lord God will punish severely those who do not believe in Him, those who despise Him and those who did not have time for Him. I call upon all of you to come to my son Jesus Christ. God helps the world but all of those who do not show fidelity and loyalty will be destroyed. Father Agustin who lives in Fatima said that Pope Paul VI gave him permission to visit Sister Lucia who is a recluse nun (she does not leave the monastery nor allowed to receive any visitors). Father Agustin said that she was greatly overwhelmed to receive him and told him: "Father, our Lady is very sad because nobody is interested in her prophecy of 1917, though the righteous are walking through a narrow path, the evil ones are walking through an ample road that is leading them straight to their destruction. Believe me father, the punishment will come very soon. Many souls will be lost, many nations will disappear from the earth, but in the middle of all these, if men reflect, pray and practice good deeds, the world can be saved. On all of these, if men persist with its evil, the world will be lost forever. The time has come for all to pass on the message of our Blessed Lady to their families, friends and to the entire world. Start praying to make penitence and catastrophes are near. Due to this, many who were far from the church will return to the open arms of the Catholic Church. England, Russia, China, the Jews and Protestants, all will return believing and Worshipping God our Creator, in his beloved son and in our Blessed Mother Virgin Mary "WHAT AWAITS US? Everywhere there will be "Peace Talks" but punishments will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MAN IN A VERY IMPORTANT POSITION WILL BE ASSASSINATED AND THIS WILL PROVOKE THE WAR. A POWERFUL ARMY WILL DOMINATE ALL THROUGH EUROPE AND THE NUCLEAR WAR WILL COMMENCE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This war will destroy everything. Darkness will fall over us. For 72 hours (three days) and the one third of humanity that survives this obscurity and sacrifice will commence to live a new era, they will be good people. In a very cold night, 10 minutes before midnight, A GREAT QUAKE will shake the earth for 8 hours. This will be the third Signa that God is who governs the earth. The righteous and those who propagate the faith and the message the Lady of Fatima SHOULD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT FEAR, DO NOT BE AFRAID. WHAT TO DO?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bow your heads kneel down and ask God for forgiveness because only what is good And is not under the power of evil will survive the catastrophe. In order for you to prepare and remain alive I will give you the following signs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGUISH .......... AND IN A SHORT PERIOD THE EARTHQUAKE WILL COMMENCE ..... THE EARTH WILL SHAKE .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shake will be so violent that it will move the earth 23 degrees then return to its normal position. Then total and absolute darkness will cover the entire planet .....All evil spirits will be mingling around and free, doing harm to all those souls that did not want to listen to this message and those who did not want to repent. To the faithful souls, remember to light the blessed candles. Prepare a Sacred altar with a crucifix in order to communicate with GOD and implore for his infinite mercy.... All will be dark;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN THE SKY A GREAT MYSTIC CROSS will appear to remind us the price that his beloved Son had to pay for our Redemption . In the house the only thing that can give light will be the HOLY CANDLES . Once lit nothing will put them off until the three days of darkness are over. Also you should have Holy Water that should be sprinkled abundantly on windows and doors. The Lord will protect the property of the chosen ones. Kneel down before the powerful cross of my Beloved son, pray the Rosary and after each Hail Mary, you must pray the following "Oh God forgive us our sins. preserve us from the fire of hell, take all souls into Heaven especially those who are in more need of thy mercy. Blessed Virgin Mary, protect us, we love you, save us and save the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pray 5 Creeds and the rosary which is the secret to my Immaculate Heart. All those who believe in my words, go and take the message to everyone. DO NOT FEAR FEAR NOTHING is time, those who keep quiet will be Responsible for all those souls who will perish in ignorance. All those who pray humbly the Rosary will have the protection of Heaven and those who are bound to die, I will help them die in peace and they will be Holy when they enter the other world, I wish all my children to attend mass every first Friday and every first Saturday of each month to confess and receive Holy Communion and in doing so, save the world from TOTAL DESTRUCTION .... WHEN the earth shakes no more, those who still will not believe in our Lord will perish in a horrible way. The wind will bring gas and it will disperse everywhere then the sun will rise. May be you will survive this catastrophe. Do not forget that God's punishment is Holy and ONCE IT HAS STARTED YOU SHOULD NOT LOO OUTSIDE, UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCE, GOD DOES NOT WANT ANY OF HIS CHILDREN TO SEE WHEN HE PUNISHES THE SINNERS .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this encompasses with the writings of the Holy Scriptures ... Read in the New Testament Lucas 21-5; 121, 12:19, 20: 20, 29:33 Letters of St. Paul 3-8-14 Isaiah 40, 1:5:9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must understand that God allows all these to happen. The Pope and Bishops are now awaiting another message that speaks about repentance and prayer. Remember that God's words are not a threat, but good news. Please reproduce these pages and send them to all the people that you know so we all can have the opportunity to repent and be saved. We do not know it those receiving this message believe or not in GOD, but think, there is a reason for receiving this message! May be, the Creator is giving us the chance to be saved, no matter what religion or Creed. It you do not believe in this message atleast send it to others, it will cost you nothing. To all those receiving it, they can have the opportunity to judge for themselves. Remember, we can avoid a great deal if we practice the 10 Commandments that Our Father God has left us. They are just 10 simple things that if we put into practice, we can obtain God's pardon. Jesus in you I trust. Our Lady of Guadalupe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that Vasula Ryden said something about the towers in NY last September 11, 1991? Christina Gallagher also said something last September 11, 1999? Something to the effect that America will be destroyed if they do not turn to Prayers. And do you remember the fluvial Marian procession spearheaded by Filipinos, the group of June Keithley, Lydia Sison, etc. and participated in by many countries was held in NY also last September 11, 1999 for the Lady of all Nations?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are asking for Prayers, more Prayers, More Rosaries - because for one thing accordingly, because of the uncertainty of the times and fear for the worse due to the war more women (esp in NY) are resorting to abortion and they are being Helped or encouraged even more. Despite the prevalence already before, now it has increased due to panic. We are asked to pray unceasingly for them all. Also, this prayer to Our Lady of Guadalupe is very fitting. After all, she is the patroness of America and also of Pro-life. This is a beautiful prayer. Please do not break this chain... it is miraculous. for something! Letter to the Virgin of Guadalupe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Beautiful Virgin of Guadalupe, I ask you on behalf of all my brothers and sisters of the world that you bless us and protect us. Give us proof of your love and kindness and please receive our prayers. Oh pure Virgin of Guadalupe, give me, through your Son, forgiveness for my sins, blessings for my job, cure for my diseases and needs, and all that you deem necessary, I ask for my family and my country. Oh Saint Mother of God, do not disdain the pleas we present to you in our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Brothers and sisters, I want to impart to you the presence of the Virgin of Guadalupe. And that she is miraculous and is always with us wherever we go. This letter has the objective to go around the world to receive miracles with this beautiful chain. Try to make 19 copies and share it during the following ten days and in return you will receive a proof from the Virgin no matter how impossible it is. 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