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sings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i feel so complete with the joy she brings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it when Mae calls me "Teddy"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know she loves me, she's my "baby"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it when Mae leans on my shoulder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm in heaven whenever i'm with her&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it when Mae touches my face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she will kiss me, and i'll put my arms around her waist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it when Mae fixes my hair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i know she will always be there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love it when Mae says "i love you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i am so lucky, i know it's true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i love her, too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/112058380350624076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/112058380350624076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-ko-toh.html' title='Love Ko Toh!!!'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-111310840731215198</id><published>2005-04-10T12:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:50:59.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Send My Love To Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What can I say about a girl I loved since I was ten.....? That I love the way she laughs at me when I commit mistakes, the way she fuses over silly things and even the way she cries over some sad silly late night show? Somehow, I wished I could have told her that I love her but now there's no hope in doing so. For now, it's rather too late- too late for me to do so. She was my best friend and I have known her since we were small. She knew all my secrets, which reveals my feeling for her, that I love her not only because she's pretty and smart but also the way she laughs at everything and the way she sees life and love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I could still remember the first time we met; I was eight years old then. It was one windy afternoon having no one to play with except for my best friend, Troy. He and his family just moved out to transfer at a neighboring state because his father got promoted. And so I climbed up our tree house, I saw a moving truck coming down the street. I watched it approaching and noticed a family station wagon following it. It stopped in front of the house and out came a family. I was about to glance away when out came the loveliest girl I've seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;She was seven years old that time but then even at an early age she was a beauty. She had long curly hair, which reached almost to her waist. She had fair complexion and eyes which could make a man lose his heart into them. I continued watched her when suddenly she looked up and saw me watching them in the tree house window. I was about to hide when she smiled and waved her hand. I waved back then watched in amazement as I saw her running towards the tree house. So I went to the edge of the ladder and said, "Would you like to come up?" she answered, "May I?" So I help her climb up and when she reached the top she then turned to me and said, "By the way, my name's Sam, what's yours?" I answered, "My name is Christopher but then you can call me Chris." She smiled and said, "Well I like your name. Hey your tree house's neat!" then I replied, "Thanks! Troy and I made this. This used to be our hide out. He used to goof around, play ball and go biking together. He was my best friend and I kind of miss him you know." She smiled and said "I'm here now, we could do things you do with Troy and I could be your new best friend too. I never had a boy for a friend before so it could be exciting to have one. I could learn how to play ball and I have my bicycle so we could go biking together. Now how does that sound to you?" I smiled and said, "Well that sounds good enough." Then she held her hand and said, "It's a deal then!" So that's how it started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we became best friends and it was kind of strange at first for she was a girl and there are things which I was little bit hesitant to indulge her like catching frogs, swimming in the lake and climbing trees, but then she tried and did everything just to please me. There was even a time when she fell off the bike trying to catch up with me in a race we had and I was the one who bandaged her scraped knee. I could still remember the time when she hit the window of our neighbor when we were playing baseball and it was I who talked to Mr. Chambers and promised to pay for the damage, which meant having to loose a week's allowance. I remembered the time when I fell off the tree when I tried to rescue a little kitten because Sam was near to tears when she saw the helpless kitten trapped in a branch. I even fought with the tough guy when they teased Sam and made her cry and I ended up having a black eye and a bruised cheek. I remember Sam crying as she placed an ice bag over the damaged eye and later gave it a get-well kiss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did everything to please her and gave everything her little heart desires. The lake was our favorite hang out. We had our Saturday swim routine. We would pack food and later eat them under the big oak tree. There was a special branch in which the two of us could sit together and tell each other's dreams. She dreams of being a Ballerina and she knows my dream of becoming a doctor. She never laughs at my dreams and pursuits even if they were quite impossible. It made me like her even more. As years went by, I noticed that my feelings towards her were slowly changing. Somehow, I thought it was just a simple crush case. But when I started thinking about her at night, dreaming of her and having the feeling of wanting to be with her all the time, I thought it was something different, something that made me feel strange, but then it was exhilarating feeling. It made me feel so alive. Whenever our hands touch, I could feel the tingling sensation in my spine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once when we were at the lake having our Saturday swim routine and as I carried her towards the water edge, I had the feeling of not wanting to let go. I just wanted that moment to continue hoping it would never end. I then realized I was slowly falling in love with my best friend. Many times I tried to deny the feeling for I was scared to imagine what would happen if ever I'd try to tell her how I feel about her. I was scared because she might think that I'm taking advantage of her and our friendship. I was afraid of losing her so I just kept my feeling hidden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We reached the age of fifteen and I noticed that Sam grew lovelier each day. How my heart aches wherever I see boys glance her way. I want to punch their noses as I watch them talking to her giving compliments, flowers and chocolates. There were times when I watch her at a distance mixed feelings of anger and hurt because it hurts so much to know that there were so many things I wanted to tell her but then I could not do so. There were so many presents which I long to give her but then I could not for she might see me only as a friend. I was also scared of letting her know how I feel about her as much as losing her. Then one day, I just learned from a friend that she already had a boyfriend. At first, I tried to convince myself that it was just a rumor. Her boyfriend was Mark, a popular senior, who was the heartthrob of the campus. She, being the cheerleader was close to the basketball team which Mark was the captain. When I saw them walking together at the parking lot that afternoon, I watched her with my heart slowly breaking into pieces. I saw her wave at me but I just pretended not to see her for I was scared that she might see in my eyes the pain I'm feeling inside because of seeing her with another guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days that followed where the saddest days of my life. How my heart aches when I see her walk by me with him at her side. Every time we meet in hallways and I see him around her, there's a feeling inside me that makes me want to grab her away from him. How it hurts to see the girl I long possess was now owned by somebody else. That special smile I long for her to cast on me was now cast on him as she passes by me she doesn't know that I whisper the words "God, how I love this girl."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one faithful day, they broke up. ! She came to me that evening crying on my shoulder. They had a big fight and it ended up to their break up. Mixed feelings were scaring me inside. I was happy because she was free and maybe I would have the chance of telling her my true feelings for her but then I was so bad because she is crying her out heart just for him. At that time, I was not quite sure of what I wanted to do. So we found ourselves doing what we did in old days with our Saturday swim routine, spending time in our tree house. We still enjoyed doing childish pranks for we still are both young at heart. So many chances I had for me to confess my feelings for her but still I couldn't bring myself to her for I was scared of losing her once more. I once lost her, now I could not bear of losing her again by telling her I love her. So I just kept my feelings even it was bursting to be expressed from my aching heart. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a week from our J'S Prom; we were seated at the branch of an oak tree drying ourselves after our afternoon swim when she said, "I was wondering Chris if you would like to be my partner?" It just got out of my wits for it was like a dream I never thought would happen. It took me awhile to answer her, "I thought there are so many boys who would die for you to be their partner?" So she turned away and quietly said, "Well I just thought I would like to spend that night with my best friend." Then she continued in a whisper I could barely hear, "Don't you want to die just like them to be my partner Chris?" I was too stunned to speak for it came close to me blurt my feelings for her. We we're silent for a while until I finally whispered, "I would be happy to be your partner Sam." The she smiled and suddenly kissed my cheek. I could hardly contain the joy I felt that time. I saw her turn red and bowed her head. Suddenly she stood up and run towards the water saying, "Last one to reach the water treats to Sunday fudge!" I ran slowed up so that I would lose which meant having to have her with me for another three hours or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Prom night came. I bought a new tuxedo and poured almost the entire bottle of perfume. I went to fetch Sam. Sam's mother greeted me and I went to sit in the living room waiting for her to come down. I was talking to her father when I heard her say, "How do I look?" I look up and saw her lovelier than ever in a strapless white dress with her hair flowing around her face. I stood up and opened my mouth but found out I could not find my voice. Then I got her hand shakily fastened the corsage around her wrist and whispered, "To the loveliest girl in the whole world." She then asked, "Is that true?" I nodded and she smiled and I smiled back then I turned to open the door for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived at the gymnasium we hardly recognized our classmates. Gone were the jeans and T-shirts. They were replaced with tuxedos and gowns. Then I held out her hand bowed and said," Would you give me the honor of your first dance?" She laughed and curtseyed. Then I led her to the dance floor. It was like a dream coming true, a moment of enchantment. I was there dancing with the only girl I ever loved. She was smiling up to me, as we were slowly moving in a smooth gliding emotion. I found myself lost as I stared down to her sparkling eyes. The curls of her long hair were like waves enhancing her beautiful face. There were so many things I wanted to tell her that moment. I wanted to tell that she was the most beautiful girl that night. I wanted to tell her that she would always the beacon of light in my darkness, but what I wanted to tell her the most is that I love her. I drew up all my courage and bent to whisper it in her ear but suddenly the music stopped and the magic was gone. I come close telling her, still haven't done it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walked towards the table and found ourselves surrounded by friends. I asked her if she wanted a drink, she nodded and so I went to get one. It took me a long time to get one and when I returned to our table, she was gone. I asked her friend, Katie, where she was but she told me that she doesn't know. So I went and search for her. As I was searching for her, I reached the garden. There I saw two silhouette figures outlined by the moon's slivery light. They were so close to each other. I could never describe the feeling I had when I recognized the white dress Sam was wearing that night. I just turned and left the gymnasium.Since that night, I avoided her. Many times she tried talking to me but I never gave her the chance to do so. I was afraid to hear her say that she loves Mark and not me. I would rather have left in ignorance of her true feelings for me than to hear from those dreaded words and feel my hope crush and my heartbreak. I didn't return her calls. I would not see her if she comes into our house. In the hallways, as she approaches I would go to another direction. It also hurts to do those things but then that was I thought the best way to forget her. Those months were tormenting but still I kept my pride. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of our graduation came. I was planning to take up medicine at a neighboring state and was to move out the next day. As the program ended, she approached me and handed me a rose. As she stared at me, there was something in her eyes I couldn't describe. There was sadness in them and when she smiled it wasn't the same smile she does it. I wanted to hug her at that moment, tell her that I love her but then she turned and walked away from me. So I moved out the next day as I planned. Luckily, I was accepted at the university. I concentrated with my studies but still I think of her at night. I was always wondering if she thinks of me too. I tried hard not to think of her but still I could not stop myself from loving her. Each achievement I have was done for her. I thought that if I will be successful one day, I would be able to tell her that I love her and by that time, I'm worthy of having her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a year after our graduation when I decided to return home and see her again. I thought a year is too much for me not to see her and during the past year I felt like a person lost in the desert and only the sight of her could quench the thirst I have inside. As I got off the plane, I went home directly, desperate to get to her house desperate to see her, to hug her then I would tell her that I missed her and that I have loved her for a long time. This time I am determined to let her know my true feelings for her and I could not contain anymore the love I have for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached their house; I saw her older sister and I approached her. I smiled at her but I noticed she didn't smile back. I was confused for she was used to be a cheerful lazy just like my dear Sam. I then asked," Hi Jen! I guess you're surprised why I'm here. Well I just want to visit you and I was also hoping to see Sam. I kind of miss her you know. Ummm.........by the way have you seen her?" All I saw was sadness in her eyes as she replied quietly "Come follow me." I was confused with the way she's acting but still I followed her. As we were walking, I was trying to indulge her in a conversation but just answered my questions briefly. Then I realized that she was leading me to the direction of the lake. It was still the same as I left it, with the same oak tree Sam and I used to climb up. I smiled upon remembering the kiss Sam gave me when I agreed to be her partner. It's been one of the happiest days in my life and I realized that I missed Sam more than I thought. Then Jen stopped walking and pointed to the tree. She then whispered, "There's Sam." I looked at where she was pointing and saw a newly dug tomb with the name of the girl I ever loved. I could not believe at what I saw and desperately tried convincing myself that this is all just a nightmare and I would soon wake up. I stared at Jenny in disbelief with her eyes searching for explanations and slowly started saying," It has been a week since she died. She died of Leukemia, but even though she was sick, she never stopped thinking about you. It was even your name she uttered before she died. She asked us to bury her here for she always regards this place as a place of LOVE. She said that this is where she had spent the happiest days and that was when she was with you. By the way, she also asked me to give you this." She handed me a parcel and with that she left. I slowly opened the parcel and saw that it contained the dried orchid from the corsage I gave her for our prom. Then at the bottom I saw a letter. It was dated last month. I opened it with shaking hands and started reading........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Chris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know by this time you read this letter I'm gone. I just want to tell you that I feel very lucky and thankful to God that I had a friend like you. I would also like you to know that I had left something inside, something I kept from you all these years. I love you Chris, not in a friendly way but as one who would feel like spending the rest of my life with. I have always loved you even from the start. I guess it just bloomed each day that's why the happiest days of my life as when you were by my side. You just don't know how I dreamed of you at night and wake up in the morning and dream no more for you are with me. When you are away, I can't stop crying because I'm afraid to think that you are with another girl. I just can't bear to see you with another girl. I just want you all to myself. I may sound selfish but that's how I feel. Each time you held me close to you was like a dream coming true for to be close to you and feel your heart beating next to mine was heaven. So many things I did so that you will learn to love me but I NEVER saw a hint. I did everything to please you because I love you so much that I even tried to fool myself that you're in love with me too. So many nights I've cried when I think myself unloved by you. Well you might think that what I'm saying are lies but, I tell you, my heart speaks the truth for I cannot bear telling a lie to the one I love. I know you might be thinking of Mark but I just did that to make you jealous, to make you see me as a young woman, capable of loving and not as the little girl you used to play with. Sometimes I imagined that you were jealous and fooled myself that it was a sign that you feel something for me too. When Mark and I broke up and I came crying, I just did that to know how you would react and with that I'll know that you love me too. But I failed for you didn't give me any clue. When our prom night came, you just don't know how happy I was when you handed me the corsage and saying that I was the loveliest girl in the whole world. While we were dancing, I wanted to desperately to hear you say that you love me too but you NEVER did. When Mark came and pleaded me to give him a second chance, I was scared that you might see us talking. I didn't want you to get the wrong impression so I told him we would talk in the garden. There I explained to him that it's you whom I really love. What happened next was that I found you missing and later learned that you were searching for me, I just concluded that you saw us together. The next day, I tried to explain but then you never gave me a chance to do so. you continuously avoided me and never knew how much pain I've experienced that time. I felt the world crushing on me. In our Graduation day, when I approached you, I wanted to tell you how much I love you but I decided that I just couldn't do it. I could not bear to hear all you feel for me is just brotherly hand of love. For I want you to love me as a woman and not as a girl or playmate. So I just turned away and left. Now that saying I LOVE YOU might be too late, still I want you to know that I will always love you and my heart has always been and will be yours alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Always, Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S.Think of me sometimes.... and always remember that loving you was the best thing that ever happened in my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;***********************************************************&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I felt my tears falling as I folded the letter. I wanted to shout out to let her know that I love her, if not as much, but more than she did for me. I love her more than anything in this world. I knelt touching the soil of her grave and rain started to fall. I continued crying softly and whispered, "Oh God, send my love to heaven."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-111310840731215198?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/111310840731215198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=111310840731215198' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111310840731215198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111310840731215198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/04/send-my-love-to-heaven.html' title='Send My Love To Heaven'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-111276345365102132</id><published>2005-04-06T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T12:57:33.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASSifications..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mata ng isang guro, may isang dosenang klase lang ng high school students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLOWNS&lt;/strong&gt; - ang official kenkoy ng class. May mga one-liner na gumigising sa lahat kapag nagkakaantukan na. Sabi ng ilang teacher, eto raw yung mga KSP sa klase na dahil hindi naman matalino, o kadalasang matalino, na tamad lang, eh dinadaan na lang sa patawa ang pagpapapansin. Pero aaminin ko, walang klaseng walang ganito, at kung meron man, magigigng malaking sakripisyo ang pagpasok sa skul araw- araw..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GEEKS&lt;/strong&gt; - mga taong walang pakialam sa mundo, libro, teacher, at blackboard lang ang iniintindi. Kahit na mainit na ang ulo ng teacher at bad trip, ang mga geeks ang walang takot na lumalapit sa teacher at nagtatanong kung mag-iiba ang result ng equation kung isa-substitute ang value ng X sa Y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HOLLOW MAN&lt;/strong&gt; -may 2 uri ng H.M. virus, ang Type A at Type B. Ang type A ay ang student na madalas na invisible sa class, bakante ang upuan, madalas absent. Ang type B naman ang pumapasok sa skul bagamat present eh inivisible naman ang sagot sa mga quizzes, at hollow ang utak ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SPICE GIRLS&lt;/strong&gt; - barkadahan ng mga magkaka-ibigang babae na mahilig gumimik, sabay-sabay pero laging late na pumapasok ng room after recess. Madalas na may hawak ng brush, at songhits. Pag pinagawan mo ng group works, sila ang madalas na magkaka-grupo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DA GWAPINGS&lt;/strong&gt; - ang male counterpart ng Spice Girls, isinilang para magpa-cute. Konti lang ang members nito, 2-3 lang para mas pansin ang bawat isa. Tulad ng Spice Girls, kadalasang puro Hair Gel lang ang laman ng utak ng mga Da Gwapings...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CELEBRITIES&lt;/strong&gt; - Poloticians, Athletes, Performers. Politician ang mga palaban na mag-aaral na mas nag-aalala pa sa kalagayan ng skul at mga kapwa skulmates kesa sa grades nila sa Algebra. Athletes ang ilang 'varsitarians' na kung gaano kabilis tumakbo eh ganon kabagal magbasa. Performers naman ang mga students na kaya lang yata pumapasok eh para makasayaw, kumanta, at makatula sa stage kapag Linggo ng Wika.. Sa pangkalahatan, ang mga celebs ay matinding PR, pero mababang IQ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUINESS&lt;/strong&gt; - mga record holders pagdating sa persistence. Pilit pinupunan ang mga kakulangan sa katalinuhan. SIla ang mga kadalasang nagtatagumpay sa buhay. Masinop sa projects, actibo sa recitation. Paulit ulit magtaas ng kamay, kahit na laging mali ang sagot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEATHER GOODS&lt;/strong&gt; - mga estudyanteng maling uri ng determinasyon meron. Laging determinado ang mga ito sa harapang pangongopya, bulgarang pandaraya, at palagiang pagpapalapad ng papel sa teacher. Talo ang mga buwaya sa pakapalan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEIRDOS &lt;/strong&gt;- mga problematic students, misunderstood daw, kadalasang tinatawag na black sheep ng klase. May kanya-kanya silang katangian, konti ang kaibigan, madalas mapaaway, mababa ang grades, at teachers' enemy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MGA ANAK NI RIZAL&lt;/strong&gt; - Ang mga Endangered Species kumbaga... Straight 'A' students pero well rounded at hindi geeks. Teacher's pet pero hindi sipsip. Hari ng Math, Science, at English, pero may oras pa rin sa extra-curricular activities, at gimiks.. Hanep!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BOB ONGS&lt;/strong&gt; - Mga medjo matino na may sayad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COMMONERS&lt;/strong&gt; - mga generic na member ng class. Kulang sa individuality, at katangiang umuukit sa isipan. Hindi sila agad napapansin ng teacher pag absent, at sa paglipas ng panahon, sila ang mga taong nakakalimutan ng mga teachers at classmates nila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kayo, saan kayo nabibilang?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-111276345365102132?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/111276345365102132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=111276345365102132' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111276345365102132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111276345365102132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/04/classifications.html' title='CLASSifications..'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-111202919533449072</id><published>2005-03-29T00:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T01:10:28.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wtf?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/e0cc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pool party. my b-day. me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too lazy for a nice decent entry. sorry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/Coverclouds.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am the spit on the hair of a son of an electron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;swimming around the nucleus of a cell inside the &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sperm of a killer bee and my purpose is as nebulous&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt; as why we've been bestowed with the capacity &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to give a shit.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;strong&gt;Brandon Boyd, White Fluffy Clouds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-111202919533449072?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/111202919533449072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=111202919533449072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111202919533449072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111202919533449072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/03/wtf.html' title='wtf?'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-111078409381171515</id><published>2005-03-14T14:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T15:08:13.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'>'FeeeLiNG Mo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...from the QueSTioN box :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huwag ka nga feeling close masyado.. ang social climber mo eh.. rocker ka? baka naman gigolo dont be so sure of yourself as if you are so cool because your not and you're an airhead. sucker.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the big fat ladah. i am just that friendly. sorry kung na-misunderstood mo. hmmmm... teka... i dont feel sorry pala...the hell! rocker?? ako? mejo. gigolo? aba oo rin. airhead? oo nman. sucker? oo lalo. i bear wid yah... &lt;strong&gt;SOCIAL CLIMBER? aba-aba-aba------&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SINO KA?!&lt;/span&gt; ---------ANUNG MERON SAYO?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teka...sino ung sinasabi mong feeling? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-111078409381171515?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/111078409381171515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=111078409381171515' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111078409381171515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111078409381171515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeeling-mo.html' title='&apos;FeeeLiNG Mo?'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-111026509437793609</id><published>2005-03-06T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:06:33.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>iMaGiNe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lss - from the start, rachel ann go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i dont go much for love songs but i really like this one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;imagine this.&lt;br /&gt;the president has issued a presidential decree that all citizens of the philippines can only take a bath for once a year. it was justified. this was part of the president's contigent plan, foreseeing the possibility of a worldwide water shortage for the next five years.&lt;br /&gt;you'll freak out. who won't?&lt;br /&gt;look. the consequence will be fatal. the price of axe deocologne will reach skies. they wouldn't need cupid's endorsement just to attract buyers or spend high on commercials and promotions. people will flock to supermarkets and grocery stores to buy deodorants and perfumes. that might not be practical considering that people could spend a huge amount of their income on deodorants.&lt;br /&gt;bottled water will forever be banned. perhaps, some brands might stay but with a price that only the affluent can afford. and to those who could not afford bottled water, they'll be contented with the waters on rivers and lakes. oh, what if you leave beside the pasig river?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ewww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;the moral lesson... &lt;strong&gt;conserve water, drink beer :p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hahha. wala lang magawa. at least may moral lesson dba?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-111026509437793609?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/111026509437793609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=111026509437793609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111026509437793609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111026509437793609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/03/imagine.html' title='iMaGiNe'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-111026772080254261</id><published>2005-03-05T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T00:00:56.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FuNNY PiX</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/horrormovie.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;horror movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/funcorner_pic2.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice job&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/terrorschool.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;terror school&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/wishbone.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wish bone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-111026772080254261?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/111026772080254261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=111026772080254261' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111026772080254261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111026772080254261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/03/funny-pix.html' title='FuNNY PiX'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110983280016246272</id><published>2005-03-01T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:01:47.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BaND oF iDioTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;kaloy called me up at 3pm and told me na he'll treat the barkada. naks! big time. it so happen to be na pay day din ni pat so they get to share all the expenses.hahha! on the way to the mall, we met dhess, kaloy's hot-chick-best-friend. she was forced to join the band of idiots.bwahaha&lt;br /&gt;we've been fockerized. as for me, this is the second time. no choice eh. they wanted to watch it. what can i do? i dont wanna be outside the circle of trust.hahha! 3 is to 1. majority wins. fock!&lt;br /&gt;but though, i still enjoyed it.&lt;br /&gt;the band ended up in ron-reg. a fancy billiard and bar near my place...&lt;br /&gt;...and they drink happily ever after. -the end-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa...march na pla. it's my birthday month. i'm thinking of how to celebrate it....................... nahhhh!&lt;br /&gt;what's there to celebrate anyway? duh?! bahala na...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;p.s.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether or not i decide to celebrate, let my friends know that it's ok to give me expensive gifts...&lt;br /&gt;i'll receive them with gratitude :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110983280016246272?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110983280016246272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110983280016246272' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110983280016246272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110983280016246272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/03/band-of-idiots.html' title='BaND oF iDioTS'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110914738738900934</id><published>2005-02-22T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:02:08.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF'S GoiNG oN?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;just uploaded klsp and jeepney by spongecola ... wala lang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 270px; HEIGHT: 330px" height="450" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/ted2.jpg" width="327" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jett's work..nahalukay ko lang sa files.hehhe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ability to count my blessings diminishes as i get tired and bored of this freakin life. i belong to a "middle class" family, in other words.. &lt;i&gt;may kaya&lt;/i&gt;. i go to a private school, party often with friends, gimiks...that's how my life goes. it turned out as a routine and i just got tired of it.&lt;br /&gt;i dint go to class today. i need sometime for myself, i think. so i decided to relax at home and enjoy a quiet afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;but then i heard some noise outside...hears like someone's jack-hammering. f*ck! nice timing!&lt;br /&gt;i went outside to see wtf's going on.. it's from the water company. they're fixing something. great! why now?!&lt;br /&gt;nothing left to do, i just watched what they're doin. then suddenly...there's something in there that restored my spirits. that job was hard, man and i noticed that the guy working with the jack-hammer seems to be of my age. f*ck! what am i complaining?&lt;br /&gt;i sure am lucky to be here than there. the thing is, we need only open our eyes to the poverty and squalor and suffering around us to remind us all of our good fortune, how lucky we are.&lt;br /&gt;my life's not that bad. i am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110914738738900934?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110914738738900934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110914738738900934' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110914738738900934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110914738738900934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/wtfs-going-on.html' title='WTF&apos;S GoiNG oN?!'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110875887066457081</id><published>2005-02-19T04:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:02:23.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SchizoFAIRnia - UP Fair 2005</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/icons-muscene.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just got home.. it's already 4:30 am.. too tired. grabe.. saya! got there at around 11pm together with varoy and jomar. we got to go rapelling..first time daw nilang dalawa eh. kasabay ko si varoy..i finished first, varoy dint.he was wayyyyy too tired daw and pasmado pa!hahha.. excuses! jomar also reached the top. ayun sakit daw ng tuhod nya.. :p we're totally wasted..sakit ng katawan ko sa "slamman"..that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110875887066457081?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110875887066457081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110875887066457081' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110875887066457081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110875887066457081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/schizofairnia-up-fair-2005.html' title='SchizoFAIRnia - UP Fair 2005'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110871207202137266</id><published>2005-02-18T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T15:02:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WWJD: THe BaD GuY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/wwjd.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was this guy that i'd like to kill. he is my friend since a long time ago..i mean.. he was. but now i really dont know him anymore. he's been acting so strange that he dint even bother minding my feelings in the things he do. he's now a total perv.. who's broke, gold diggs, smokes, drinks a lot...f*ck that playah!&lt;br /&gt;o'right, dont make friends with this guy (like u care!). his name is &lt;s&gt;"me"&lt;/s&gt;. god i hate this life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110871207202137266?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110871207202137266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110871207202137266' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110871207202137266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110871207202137266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/wwjd-bad-guy.html' title='WWJD: THe BaD GuY'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110836433532287977</id><published>2005-02-12T23:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T13:31:58.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DaTe</title><content type='html'>the baby vid dancing days are over.. &lt;a href="http://pantransit.reptiles.org/images/1999-05-30/kick-dancing-baby.avi"&gt;kick ass! check this out!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday. my day. the so called "date". we had fun. really.&lt;br /&gt;tour at glorietta. watched "the phantom of the opera". ate at kfc. played billiards.&lt;br /&gt;went home. gave her a gudnyt-call. im sleepy. tired. sorry. ZZzzz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110836433532287977?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110836433532287977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110836433532287977' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110836433532287977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110836433532287977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/date.html' title='DaTe'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110802437259461862</id><published>2005-02-10T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T16:32:52.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HeLP!!!</title><content type='html'>i've chatted wuth tih fine girl kanina. she's my neighbor, a girl next door. i have always wanted to take her out for a date &lt;i&gt;(date? basta ganun!)&lt;/i&gt; but i dont have the guts to ask her. pero kanina, i cant beleived i actually did. the date's on saturday. the prob was, it's my first. what should i do? i hope i dont screw up. help!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110802437259461862?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110802437259461862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110802437259461862' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110802437259461862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110802437259461862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/help.html' title='HeLP!!!'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110788725326209981</id><published>2005-02-08T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T02:29:54.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TooLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/computerwtf.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish everything's just a click away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110788725326209981?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110788725326209981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110788725326209981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110788725326209981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110788725326209981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/tools.html' title='TooLS'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110785430228274353</id><published>2005-02-07T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:18:22.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MoNioC!</title><content type='html'>it was ome's b-day today but we already celebrated it yesterday.. i was wayyyyyy too drunk (lol) to post for my blog. damn! alcoholic na yata ako?! lol..i am not. casual drinker lang..un  nga lang mejo napapadalas may okasyon.hahha!&lt;br /&gt;jomar ang i went to megamall to watch gel's premiere. nice story, masaya..daming tao garbe! jomar was so pathetic that he was even crooning "let the love begin" after the film..akala ko pa nga hihilahin nya si jolan (sexbomb) nung nagshake-hands sila eh..ang tibay! parang ayaw bitawan yung kamay...monioc!&lt;br /&gt;i just got home...walang magawa so surf na lang. i was reading the "pinoy diksyonari" of "superpekpek" kanina and halos mamatay ako sa kakatawa..i even printed out a copy for my classmates and friends tomorrow..green pero nakakatawa talaga..as in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpts from the "pinoy diksyonari"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baldado - ndi mamatay-matay na mukhang ndi na mabubuhay&lt;br /&gt;gaga - kulang-kulang na pagkababae&lt;br /&gt;gago - nasobrahan sa pagkalalaki&lt;br /&gt;imposible - pagtaas ng unano&lt;br /&gt;laos - usong-uso noong uso pa&lt;br /&gt;ciao ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110785430228274353?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110785430228274353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110785430228274353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110785430228274353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110785430228274353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/monioc.html' title='MoNioC!'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110775052722881640</id><published>2005-02-05T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T17:05:36.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHaT DiD THe CHiCKeN TeLL THe PeaNuT?</title><content type='html'>i just got home.. chris n i went to glorietta to spend dead hours of this boring day. btw, chris is my buddy on a fast food, a part-time job i had.we strolled, played video games..&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;BUTT&lt;/span&gt;.. the fun part was..girl watching! we're like freaks on a leash, rating every chick that passes by our sight. it's like.."il'll give that chick a 7 for her looks..10 for her ass!" hahha!we're wackos...there was this 1 chick pa nga in a tube and skirt that, i think, noticed what we're doin. she might have over heard the two of us. she stared at us for a couple of seconds and then continued walking..nagkatinginan kami ni chris sabay sabi ng&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt; "biatch!"&lt;/span&gt; lol..halos mamatay kami sa katatawa..after that, we ate at shakey's and then went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;PG&lt;/span&gt; jokes while we're eating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: anung masarap sa manok?&lt;br /&gt;chris: tinola?&lt;br /&gt;me: palay xempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: anung tunog ng nalagas na ______ (eww! gross)&lt;br /&gt;me: swoosh?&lt;br /&gt;chris: pwe! hahha (yuck!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me: a boy having sex for the 1st time..&lt;br /&gt;girl: 69 tayo&lt;br /&gt;boy: pano ba un? ok cge. bahala ka&lt;br /&gt;girl accidentally farted twice..&lt;br /&gt;boy: yoko na!&lt;br /&gt;girl: why?&lt;br /&gt;boy: hindi ko na kaya ung remaining 67!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chris: what did the chicken tell the peanut?&lt;br /&gt;me: i know..i know.. "old and corny. next joke please!" hahha!&lt;br /&gt;chris: f*ck u!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110775052722881640?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110775052722881640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110775052722881640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110775052722881640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110775052722881640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-did-chicken-tell-peanut.html' title='WHaT DiD THe CHiCKeN TeLL THe PeaNuT?'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110754447711910424</id><published>2005-02-05T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T03:14:37.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>STRiP</title><content type='html'>sleepy na ko..il share u nlang what i did knina..&lt;br /&gt;my friend, jsm (jasper sex machine! hahha!) gave me an ID(YM) of a girl na nagshoshow..&lt;br /&gt;grabe! astig! lol..hahha! as in 24 hours naka-on ung cam nya.. madalas camvouyer pro minsan live show..&lt;br /&gt;bout the ID? just ask me..ill tell u ;) nyt cruel world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110754447711910424?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110754447711910424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110754447711910424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110754447711910424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110754447711910424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/strip.html' title='STRiP'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110744867438974307</id><published>2005-02-04T01:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T13:34:54.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ReD HoRSe</title><content type='html'>shit! bugbog sarado ko.. 3 red horse nakaaway ko.. grabe! hina ko na tlga uminom..langyang red horse yan..makakaganti rin ako syo..F*ck u! F*ck u to the 3rd power!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;naknakan ng boring tong araw na toh..haaaay grabe..wla akong ginawa knina kundi magbilliard, tumambay at uminom.. we went to varoy's house pra magpaantok..2 bottles lang usapan pro ayun! napasarap..kya e2..lasheng na nman hik!keyboard hik! ko.. hik!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nweyz..here's some incu shit vids..just click on the type of connection u have ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;making of the album (&lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_makingofalbum_vidfull_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_makingofalbum_vidfull_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_makingofalbum_vidfull_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;paradise spoiled (&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_ParadiseSpoiled_VidFull_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_ParadiseSpoiled_VidFull_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_ParadiseSpoiled_VidFull_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;brandon's injury (&lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_injury_vidfull_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_injury_vidfull_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_injury_vidfull_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incu songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;megalomaniac (&lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_MegalomaniacVidFull_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_MegalomaniacVidFull_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_MegalomaniacVidFull_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;pistola-live (&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_pistola_live_vidfull_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_pistola_live_vidfull_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_pistola_live_vidfull_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;a crow left of the murder-live (&lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_CrowLeft_LiveVidFull_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_CrowLeft_LiveVidFull_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://enjoyincubus.com/video/Incubus_CrowLeft_LiveVidFull_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;pardon me (&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_pardonme_56k.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_pardonme_100k.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_pardonme_300k.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;stellar (&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_stellar_56k.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_stellar_100k.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_stellar_300k.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;drive (&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_drive_56k.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_drive_100k.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/incubus_drive_300k.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;nice to know you (&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/nicetoknowyouvid_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/nicetoknowyouvid_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/nicetoknowyouvid_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;wish you were here (&lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/wishyouwereherevid_56.asx"&gt;56k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/wishyouwereherevid_100.asx"&gt;100k&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.enjoyincubus.com/video/wishyouwereherevid_300.asx"&gt;300k&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drive (&lt;a href="mms://dalwmod019.bcst.yahoo.com/proot3/PubShare12/launch.com/14/5722273.wmv"&gt;exclusive performance&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it!&lt;br /&gt;i also had a new hair cut.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/newhair.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parang wlang nagbago eh noh?!&lt;br /&gt;im kinda sleepy now.. ciao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110744867438974307?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110744867438974307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110744867438974307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110744867438974307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110744867438974307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/red-horse.html' title='ReD HoRSe'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110719144752171789</id><published>2005-02-01T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T00:18:56.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>=Stab23X=</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/anime.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GRaB THe ReiNS!!!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110719144752171789?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110719144752171789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110719144752171789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110719144752171789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110719144752171789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/stab23x.html' title='=Stab23X='/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-110719095324499589</id><published>2005-02-01T01:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T02:29:04.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>-D' JeRKS-</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/v0.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LooK WHaT i DiD.. PiX NMiN YaN Sa FWeNDZTeR.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/v4.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/v3.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/v2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/v1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-110719095324499589?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/110719095324499589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=110719095324499589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110719095324499589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/110719095324499589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/02/d-jerks.html' title='-D&apos; JeRKS-'/><author><name>Stab23X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18209485044860502349</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/73/73/13343737/7958349350344l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10474518.post-111401507393628280</id><published>2005-01-20T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T00:23:55.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>THe PSYCHiC THaT BiTeS BaCK. BeWaRe</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've got this paranoid feeling about a certain girl that she's only playing with me.. we became close friends.. "closer than close friends".. but then again i was looking for something.. something was missing.. no SPARK. after sometime i had the guts to tell her that i have feelings for her and asked if maybe she feels the same way for me.. she said that the feeling is mutual.. she likes me TOO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she's a freakin' liar!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/u.gif" /&gt; she has a boyfriend. i saw it with my own two eyes..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;nice try lady. you know what?! i'll play with you, player.. just don't be too careless 'coz this time - the game's on you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so.. it turns out i'm not paranoid. i have special powers. i can see into the future. i can tell when i am gonna get F*CKED OVER. hurray for f*cking special abilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;this entry was inspired by....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v232/stab23X/red_horse.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10474518-111401507393628280?l=stab23x.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/feeds/111401507393628280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10474518&amp;postID=111401507393628280' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111401507393628280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10474518/posts/default/111401507393628280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stab23x.blogspot.com/2005/01/psychic-that-bites-back-beware.html' title='THe PSYCHiC THaT BiTeS BaCK. 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