<?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-6878697610236848147</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:42:12.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'LL fiNd uR hEaRt</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-769740902786765722</id><published>2009-01-02T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T04:49:40.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CHINESE HOROSCOPE (Freakishly Correct)</title><content type='html'>    &lt;div id="ln0"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;i got this from friendster bulletin board posted by grace. wala lang.haha. n'amaze lang ako.totoo nga to. try nio rin baka sa inyo hindi umipek..:]]&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;START! -&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln1"&gt;DO NOT CHEAT&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln2"&gt;OR IT WON'T WORK AND&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln3"&gt;YOU WILL WISH YOU HADN`T.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln4"&gt;TAKE 3 MINUTES&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln5"&gt;TRY THIS - IT WILL FREAK YOU OUT&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln6"&gt;THIS GAME HAS A FUNNY / CREEPY OUTCOME.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln7"&gt;DO NOT READ AHEAD, JUST DO IT.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln8"&gt;IT TAKES ABOUT 3 MINUTES - WORTH A TRY&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln9"&gt;1st. Get PEN and PAPER&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln10"&gt;2nd. WHEN CHOOSING NAMES, MAKE SURE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln11"&gt;THEY ARE REAL PEOPLE THAT YOU ACTUALLY&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln12"&gt;KNOW&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln13"&gt;3rd. GO WITH YOUR FIRST&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln14"&gt;INSTINCTS !!!!! Very important for&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln15"&gt;good results.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln16"&gt;4th SCROLL DOWN&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln17"&gt;ONE LINE AT THE TIME&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln18"&gt;DON`T READ AHEAD&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln19"&gt;otherwise&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln20"&gt;YOU WILL RUIN THE FUN.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln21"&gt;1. On a blank sheet of paper, WRITE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln22"&gt;NUMBERS 1 through 11 in a COLUMN on&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln23"&gt;the LEFT.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln24"&gt;2. Next to the NUMBERS 1 &amp; 2,&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln25"&gt;WRITE DOWN ANY&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln26"&gt;2 NUMBERS YOU WANT.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln27"&gt;DO YOU HAVE A FAVORITE NUMBER?&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln28"&gt;3. Next to the NUMBERS 3 &amp; 7,&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln29"&gt;WRITE DOWN THE NAMES OF TWO MEMBERS&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln30"&gt;OF THE OPPOSITE SEX. SAME SEX IF GAY&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln31"&gt;CAUTION: DO NOT LOOK AHEAD or IT WILL&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln32"&gt;NOT TURN OUT RIGHT&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln33"&gt;4. WRITE ANYONES NAME&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln34"&gt;(like FRIENDS or FAMILY...)&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln35"&gt;next to 4, 5, &amp; 6.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln36"&gt;DON`T CHEAT OR YOU`LL BE UPSET THAT&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln37"&gt;YOU DID&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln38"&gt;5. WRITE down FOUR SONG TITLES in 8,&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln39"&gt;9, 10, &amp; 11&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln40"&gt;6. Finally,&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln41"&gt;MAKE A WISH&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln42"&gt;ARE YOU READY?&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln43"&gt;HERE IS THE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln44"&gt;KEY TO THE GAME&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln45"&gt;1. THE NUMBER of PEOPLE THAT LIKE YOU&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln46"&gt;is found in&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln47"&gt;SPACE 2&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln48"&gt;2. THE PERSON IN SPACE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln49"&gt;3 IS THE ONE YOU LOVE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln50"&gt;3. THE PERSON YOU LIKE but your&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln51"&gt;relationship CANNOT WORK is in&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln51');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln52"&gt;SPACE 7&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln52');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln53"&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln53');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln54"&gt;4. YOU CARE MOST about the PERSON you&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln54');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln55"&gt;put in&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln55');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln56"&gt;SPACE 4&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln56');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln57"&gt;5. THE PERSON YOU NAME IN NUMBER 5 IS&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln57');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln58"&gt;THE ONE WHO&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln58');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln59"&gt;KNOWS YOU VERY WELL.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln59');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln60"&gt;6. THE PERSON YOU NAMED IN 6 IS YOUR&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln60');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln61"&gt;LUCKY STAR&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln61');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln62"&gt;7. THE SONG IN 8 IS THE SONG THAT&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln62');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln63"&gt;MATCHES WITH THE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln63');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln64"&gt;PERSON IN NUMBER 3&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln64');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln65"&gt;8. THE TITLE IN 9 IS THE SONG FOR THE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln65');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln66"&gt;PERSON IN 7&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln66');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln67"&gt;9. THE 10TH SPACE IS THE SONG THAT&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln67');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln68"&gt;TELLS YOU MOST ABOUT&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln68');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln69"&gt;YOUR MIND&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln69');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln70"&gt;10. AND 11 IS THE SONG TELLING HOW YOU&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln70');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln71"&gt;FEEL ABOUT LIFE&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln71');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln72"&gt;11. NUMBER 1 IS YOUR&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln72');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln73"&gt;LUCKY NUMBER&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln73');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln74"&gt;repost this&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln74');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln75"&gt;WITHIN AN HOUR OF READING THIS.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln75');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln76"&gt;IF YOU DO, YOUR WISH WILL COME TRUE.&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln76');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln77"&gt;* REPOST WITH&lt;/div&gt;                  var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln77');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;div id="ln78"&gt;CHINESE HOROSCOPE (Freakishly Correct)&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-769740902786765722?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/769740902786765722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=769740902786765722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/769740902786765722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/769740902786765722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2009/01/chinese-horoscope-freakishly-correct.html' title='CHINESE HOROSCOPE (Freakishly Correct)'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-2844071639063227937</id><published>2009-01-01T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T17:48:07.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>101 ways to annoy Edward Anthony Masen Cullen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;text-align: justify;" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="mebs1609" author_possessive="mebs1609's"&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="southernstar13" author_possessive="southernstar13's"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;credits to Isabella&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Prance around the house singing Madonna's 'Like a virgin' at the top of your lungs every morning.&lt;br&gt;2. Especially loud when Bella is around to hear it.&lt;br&gt;3. Running it by Charlie that Edward has been 'sleeping' with Bella for the past 2 years, at the wedding reception.&lt;br&gt;4. Hire a stripper to pop out of the wedding cake XD&lt;br&gt;5. Buy a sex-ed book and shove it in his locker, making sure that whenever he decides to open it that it falls out, in clear view of the school.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Make sure and tell Aro that Edward wants to elope with him.&lt;br&gt;7. Smear your blood all over his new car freshener. Blame it on Jacob&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;8.Program his locker to—whenever he opens it to sing (LOUDLY) YOU AND ME BABY WE AIN'T NOTHING BUT MAMMALS, SO LETS DO IT LIKE WE DO ON THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL! HERE WE GO NOW! YOU AND ME BABY WE AIN'T NOTHING BUT MAMMALS SO LETS DO IT LIKE WE DO ON THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL! GET HORNY NOW! And repeat. Over and over and over.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;9. Tell him it was Jacob's idea.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;10. Show him the twilight trailer. Ask him if he's thinks that he looks like a pedophile or if it's just you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;11. Ask him where babies come from. Tell him he's stupid when he won't answer your question.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. For his birthday give him a $100 McDonalds gift card, and get offended when he tells you he doesn't eat food.&lt;br&gt;13. Post his phone number and address on e-harmony.&lt;br&gt;14. Tell him Bella wants to elope with Paul.&lt;br&gt;15. Ask him why he likes watching Bella sleep. Call him a pervert.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Steal his Vanquish and program his radio to only plays Lollipop –unedited of course. (D: THE HORROR, Link to video: Link OMGZERS UNEDITED This would be better to show Eddie!) Make sure he can't turn it off or get it replaced.&lt;br&gt;17. Replace his ring tone with 'Outta my head' by Ashlee Simpson. Make sure he can't change it.&lt;br&gt;18. Color on all his Bella pictures with Permanent marker.&lt;br&gt;19. Refuse to replace them.&lt;br&gt;20. Ask him to be a gangsta with you for Halloween.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Get offended when he refuses.&lt;br&gt;22. Take him to Victoria's Secret with Alice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;23. Constantly whisper in his ear "Chinese Fireball….ooooooooh!" (HP REFERENCE)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;24. Ask him how his bath with Harry was (HP REFERENCE.&lt;/font&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;25. Constantly remind him that he almost lost Bella to a dog.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Key his car. 'Jacob and Edward = LURVE'&lt;br&gt;27. Get him on that show 'intervention'. Make sure everyone knows he addicted to heroin.&lt;br&gt;28. Tell him you have Bella as a witness if he denies it.&lt;br&gt;29. Picture yourself naked and covered in blood. Ask him if he wants you.&lt;br&gt;30. Call him a liar when he says no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Throw boysenberry flavored muffins at him every time he tries to speak.&lt;br&gt;32. Tell him Bella is pregnant and eloping with Mike Newton.&lt;br&gt;33. Tell him you were kidding once he murders Mike.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;34. Ask him if Charlie is secretly a unicorn.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Make him watch the twilight movie.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. Ask him if he thinks Robert Pattinson is hot. When he says no, tell him he has low self esteem issues.&lt;br&gt;37. Buy him a dog. Name it Jacob.&lt;br&gt;38. Train the dog to follow him everywhere. P.S. Make sure he doesn't eat it.&lt;br&gt;39. Ask him why he's not as hot as Robert Pattinson.&lt;br&gt;40. Ask him if he's a virgin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;41. When he says yes, take a picture of him and tape it to the 40 year old virgin movie poster. then add the number 1 before 40 :)))))&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. Make him watch Hairspray with you. Ask him why he's not as hot as Zac Efron.&lt;br&gt;43. When he says that he is, ask him why he wasn't the star of the singing high school people.&lt;br&gt;44. Tape porn to his walls.&lt;br&gt;45. Make sure Bella sees it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. Nail his CD'S to the ceiling along with his Stereo.&lt;br&gt;47. Refuse to take them down.&lt;br&gt;48. Tell him Jacob thinks he's a sex god.&lt;br&gt;49. Tell him Jane thinks he's better than a sex god.&lt;br&gt;50. Start singing 'Paper cut' around him. Constantly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;51. Tell him that Paul imprinted on him.&lt;br&gt;52. Glue pictures of Jacob all over his walls.&lt;br&gt;53. Write "I [heart] Leah Clearwater" all over his face in permanent marker. Don't let him wash it off.&lt;br&gt;54. Follow him around concentrating really hard on extremely dirty things.&lt;br&gt;55. Take his pulse and call 911 when you 'discover' he doesn't have any.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;56. When you 'discover' he's a vampire, throw holy water on him and shout,"The power of Christ compels you!"&lt;br&gt;57. Summon an arsenal of Gay men to hit on him constantly.&lt;br&gt;58. Make a lifelike Bella dummy (with Bella audio) and throw it into a fire.&lt;br&gt;59. Give him a divorce attorney card and say, "Just in case."&lt;br&gt;60. Bake him a birthday cake with 107 candles and make frequent jokes about him being "over the hill"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;61. Whenever he gets mad at you for annoying him so much, turn to the nearest person and go,"Don't worry, its just his time of the month."&lt;br&gt;62. Volunteer him for a blood drive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;63. ((even tho this won't work for Jasper and Emmet)) Tell him you know his secret and that you are one too, then he'll ask what secret, tell him he is a virgin&lt;/font&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;64. Ask him what Hogwarts was like and why he didn't just suck Vod's bottom.&lt;br&gt;65. Force him to watch the 40-Year-Old Virgin with you. Send him accusational glares at random throughout the film.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;66. Paint his piano neon pink. Refuse to buy a new one.&lt;br&gt;67. Concoct the perfect fantasy of you and Jacob is a tent with candles, very romantic setting. Go near Edward and play out the whole thing but when it gets R rated picture yourself as Bella.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;68. Lock his phone after you set Me So Horny by Two Live Crew as the ring tone and then call him over and over and over again in public. (for those of you that don't know the song, there's awful loud moaning sounds while they chant me so horny over and over again.)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;69. tell him that if he wants to compete with a dog, he has to wear a dog collar.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;70. Get a shock collar with sequins on it and have Emmett put it on Edward. Give Jacob the remote.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;71. Tell him Alice saw that if he wanted to blend in with humans, he had to wear matching pink liquid eyeliner and nail polish.&lt;br&gt;72. Paint his Vanquish Pepto Bismol pink.&lt;br&gt;73. Every time he walks near you jump in front of the nearest car and scream "Save me Edward!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;74. Follow him around concentrating really hard on songs from shows such as Barney and The Wiggles&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;75. Challenge him to a breath holding contest and accuse him of cheating.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;76.Tell Aro that Edward would like to set up a ball room dancing class with him and the rest of the volturi.&lt;br&gt;78. Dye his hair blue and give him round black sunglasses and threaten to hide Bella if he doesn't wear them to school|&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;br&gt;79. Blindfold him and take him to a tanning salon.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;80. Jump out of corners and proceed to beating him with large planks of wood every ten minutes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;81.Sit in his room and stare at him for hours.&lt;br&gt;82.When he demands why you're staring at him tell him that you're not leaving until he falls asleep.&lt;br&gt;83.When he tells you he can't sleep, threaten that Santa won't come if he stays awake.&lt;br&gt;84. Spray cheese into his mouth and force him to swallow it, all the while yelling, "WHAT'S WRONG EDWARD, DON'T YOU LIKE THE CHEEEEEEEESE?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;85. Make him a shirt that says "I Like Humans - I Don't Eat Them". Force him to wear it.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;86. Make him drive you to La Push so you can jump back and forth on the boundary line screaming "Vampire Land!" "Werewolf Land!" "Vampire Land!" etc&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;87. Make him watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. Mouth the word "Cedward!" in his general direction.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;88. Paint his Volvo pink and write “I love Jacob” all over it&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;89. Sing "It’s a Small World" over and over in your head and follow him around&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;90. Give his number to Jessica and tell her, he’s interested&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;91.Ask him about Bella’s eighteenth birthday party&lt;br&gt;92. Just think of the color black when he's around so he thinks he can't read your mind either.&lt;br&gt;93. Take every picture of him and draw fangs on them&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;94. Watch Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and cry hysterically screaming "No Edward!" when Cedric dies.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;95. Refer to him as "Eddie".&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;96. Prank call him saying you have kidnapped Bella and will only accept his volvo as ransom.&lt;br&gt;97. Ask him where he buys his contact lenses. Daily. For about, ooh, a year.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;98. Eye him suspiciously every time he walks past, gripping a crucifix and throwing strings of garlic around your neck.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;99. Sing 'I know a song that'll get on your nerves' in your head continually, over and over again, he'll go insane in less then three hours guaranteed&lt;br&gt;100. Show him this topic in this forum - also fanfic, the 'What if Edward was gay?' topic, and all the Twilight Movie Cast threads where people bash Rob.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;101. Come to school wearing dark robes, red/black contacts, and white makeup. Go up to Edward. Claim to be from the Volturi, and ask him where Bella is.&lt;br&gt;102. Install a whoopee cushion on his black leather sofa and his piano chair too.&lt;br&gt;103. Get Carlisle to have "The Talk" with him.&lt;br&gt;104. Torch his meadow.&lt;br&gt;105. Offer to put mountain lions on the endangered species list.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;106. Run around the school with flyers that say "Save the Mountain Lion!"&lt;br&gt;107. Set the banner on Bella's cellphone to I love Jacob.&lt;br&gt;108. Do the same thing to his.&lt;br&gt;109. Say, "Oh you and Bella looked so cute at the movies yesterday" and when he says that they never went to the movies say, "Oh, but I'm sure it was Bella, and she was all over that other guy."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;110. Have sweaty werewolves make a dogpile on bella. Push the reaking Bella into Edward's arms.&lt;br&gt;111. Tell him Darth Vader is his father&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;112. Run around the school shouting, 'EDWARD CULLEN IS A VIRGIN'&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;113. Make Bella president of the La Push Cliff Diving Society&lt;br&gt;114. Give the President the job of towelling down all those half-naked, dripping wet La Push boys as they come out of the water... or give them the job of towelling HER down!&lt;br&gt;115. Randomly run up with a stake yelling "Die, fiend!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;116. Superglue Bella's window shut.&lt;br&gt;117. In front of Nessie, say aren't you glad you didn't kill the little brat.&lt;br&gt;118. Remind him that Jacob and Nessie are eventually going to...well you know.&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;119. Say, "wow, you lost your virginity at 107 and your daughter is going to lose hers at 7...to the guy who was in love with your wife&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;120: Go up to him and say "Humans are friends, not food." Continue to think this throughout biology class.&lt;br&gt;121: Purposely slice your finger open from a piece of paper then wave it in his face and squeal, "EDDY! KISS IT BE!"&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-2844071639063227937?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/2844071639063227937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=2844071639063227937' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2844071639063227937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2844071639063227937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2009/01/101-ways-to-annoy-edward-anthony-masen.html' title='101 ways to annoy Edward Anthony Masen Cullen'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-8012289945769165092</id><published>2008-12-28T00:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T05:56:47.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Insult to Filipinos.[[read this if u want]]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="racheez" author_possessive="racheez's"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="Trebuchet MS"&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Filipinos... *make me puke* (Art Bell) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;As we've all come to notice, in the past few decades, Filipinos have begun to infest the United States like some sort of disease. Their extensive involvement in the U.S. Armed Forces is proof of the trashy kind of qualities all Filipinos tend to exhibit on a regular basis. You can see this clearly by studying the attitudes and cultural Icons of most Filipino Americans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Origins of Pinoys/Pinays: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Are they really Asian? Well we've come to accept the fact the Filipinos come from a part of the world known as South East Asia . But the term ' Asia ' is used in the wrong way. You may notice that contemporary Filipino Americans try very hard to associ ate themselves with groups that we know as Asian. I cannot count the number of times I have seen a ' Third World ' Filipino try to connect themselves to the Chinese or Japanese people. There is no connection and here's why. The Philippines is a Third World country. Nothing respectable has EVER been created by Filipino people during our entire human history. Young Filipino men in America have become obsessed with 'import racing'. They have an enormously perverted affection for Japanese cars. It's a common phenomenon. In their minds, these Filipinos somehow believe that they are Asian and that it somehow connects them to Japanese people and Japanese cars. They often take credit for the ingenuity of Japanese people and say how it's an 'Asian thing'. This term...'Asian thing' derived directly from African American slang 'blackthang' . 'It's a black thang.' 'It's an asian thang.' You can see the connection. It's even funnier that, in Japan , Filipinos are heavily discriminated against. The only filipinos that can live successfully in Japan are the filipino prostitutes. But that's the case for most Filipino people no matter where they live in the world. Now we've come down to this fact...and it is a fact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Nothing in Filipino Culture can be seen as Asian. They have no architectural, artistic, or cultural influence which is in ANY way, asian. Thinking of the great countries in Asia such as Japan , Korea , and China there is no way you can possibly connect the Philippine Islands. This assault by filipino americans to connect themselves with the great peoples of North East Asia is foul and disgusting. Try visiting a young filipino's web site too. You'll see something called the 'Asian IRC Ring'. It has to do with the chatrooms. The most horrible thing about this is that these TRASHY people are trying to associate themselves with Asia again!! People in Asia don't act like, this at all. What we are seeing here is the natural Filipino in it's element with full access to technology and this is how they act! You will consistently see this behavior over and over again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Another interesting thing is that these 'thirdworld' people also frequent RC chatrooms such as #chinese #japan and #asian. They must believe that they are some how related racially or culturally to North Asians. But it's completely WRONG! There might have   been some distant contact With China and even less with Japan during World War II, but these people are actually more closely related to african americans and Mexican americans. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Do the parents of these young filipinos know what's going on? Would they accept this? I believe that they would and do. This is the natural 'Trash' element in filipinos manifesting itself. Nothing good has ever come from Philippines and I don't believe anything good ever will. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Recognizing your Roots (A Message to Filipinos) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;To all filipino people: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Please recognize your ROOTS! You come from the Third World ! You country is a disgusting and filthy place. Most people there live in poverty! Your culture has MUCH MORE SPANISH influence than chinese, and absolutely no JAPANESE influence whatsoever. People in Japan and China , do not act like you. They do not constantly talk about sex and they have a MUCH HIGHER level of RESPECT for each other. There is NO WAY that you can connect yourself to Asia other than location. Your culture and technological advancement does not even come CLOSE to What Chinese, people have done in the past and what Japanese and Korean people are doing now! Everything you do is distinctly filipino. You cannot take credit for Japanese cars, video games, or Hentai! It's not an 'asian thing' it's, an 'American thing'. You have no concept of culture...no concept of asian ideas or asian philosophy! Can you demonstrate how you use Confucianism or Taoism in you everyday life?? You can't. And you will NEVER be able to. I understand that you are trying to create an identity for yourselves as young people... but it is NOT related to Asia . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Your Identity is Filipino. That's all you are. Just Filipino. Think about what that means.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Sincerely, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;Art&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;font style="background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;I find this funny, he is right in some ways where we, as Filipinos dont actually have an 'Identity'. I think this is due to the confusion of our mixed races from Hispanic, Chinese, American and Malay origins... I see it in malls, imagine young generations wearing ski caps and ski goggles in a tropical country, baggy low rise pants like that of African Americans living in th e Bronx of New York, not to mention endless whitening products being sold at department stores and drug stores. But his ignorance also blinds him from the other truth. That while we may glorify Anime shows and Japanese Internet gaming, he is not aware that a nameless Filipino may be responsible for some technical aspects of some Japanese software. He is not aware of our contribution to the the society in general .Technological advancements that may have aided post war navigations and landing on the moon. That the antibiotic Erythromycin was discovered by Dr. Abelardo Aguilar from Iloilo creating the brand 'Ilosone'. Thomas Edison may have discovered the electric light bulb and the fluorescent lighting was thought up by Nikola Tesla. But the fluorescent lamp we use today was invented by Agapito Flores (a Cebuano named Benigno Flores of Bantayan Island , according to the Philippine Daily inquirer), a Filipino scientist. Americans helped then-Philippine leader Ramon Magsaysay to develo p it for worldwide commerce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;That the personal physician of former U.S. Pres. Bill Clinton is Eleanor 'Connie' Concepcion Mariano, a Filipina doctor who was the youngest captain in the US Navy. A Filipino writer Jose Rizal could read and write at age 2, and grew up to speak more than 20 languages, including Latin, Greek, German, French  and Chinese. Or that a Filipino genius was responsible for the near hiatus in the PENTAGON and White HOuse nearly infiltrating their closely guarded secrets with the 'ILOVEYOU' bug. Nuisance maybe, but still one heck of a 'beautiful mind'...not to be underestimated. The list goes on and on, but who cares right? Certainly not Mr. Art Bell...Boy, I'm not surprised. Perhaps Art Bell does not know that although we consider ourselves ASIAN because we are strategically located in the Southeast asian region of which our nearest neighbors are Malays, ASIA does not mean only Chinese and Japanese race of people. Then maybe it is his connotation that 'Asia' meant only our economically successful, paler brothers and he considers Malays such as Thais, Malaysians, Indonesians, and ourselves as a ' Third World ' race. Then it is 'his' ignonimity that would make a civilized person of whatever race puke. Imagine literally connecting Chinese, Koreans and Japanese to the Philippine Islands which is archipelagos away from the countries he has mentioned. I also wonder where he got the impression that we aspire to be Japanese(??? ) Hispanics maybe but not the Japanese. But even Hispanics today do not mind sharing their 'surnames' to their Asian brothers who they have colonized for 3 centuries. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;Another sad reality that although most Filipinos working overseas are domestic helpers and prostitutes, who does he think educates the toddlers of Hong Kong, Singapore, Taiwan and Tokyo? Parents of these countries rarely have time spent with their children, leaving them to their Filipino nannies. And with regards to prostitution. Filipinos are not the only ones working as one. I HARDLY SEE FILIPINOS STARRING IN PORN MOVIES. THERE MIGHT BE A FEW FILIPINOS WE HAVEN'T SEEN , BUT MOST ARE FROM MR. ART BELL'S RACE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;He also mentioned that we have no concept of culture..no concept of asian ideas or asian philosophy. How can we demonstrate Confucianism or Taoism in a Christian nation? IS HE INFORMED THAT THE PHILIPPINES IS THE ONLY PREDOMINANTLY CHRISTIAN/CATHOLIC NATION IN ASIA ?! YOU HAVE TO USE COMMON SENSE IN A LOT OF THINGS SOMETIMES... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;We do not need to create an identity for ourselves. We are who we are. Our identity stems from the anonymity we live in this world. How we contribute silent ly towards the progress of the world and not just one country. Although the Filipino blood may be tainted with malice, corruption, poverty and prostitution, it is not a perfect race... But so are the others. Maybe Mr. Art Bell needs to think about this. WE MAY NOT BE PERFECT MR. BELL BUT AT LEAST WE STILL HAVE VALUES. FOR ONE THING WE DONT PUT OUR AGING PARENTS IN NURSING HOMES BECAUSE 'THEY'RE SIMPLY OLD AND WORTHLESS'. WE DONT HAVE AS MUCH NUMBERS OF SINGLE MOTHERS WHO GET PREGNANT IN THEIR VERY EARLY TEENS AND EVENTUALLY BECOME PARASITES OF THE GOVERNMENT FOR YEARS AND YEARS. YES...WE CAME TO YOUR COUNTRY TO WORK, TO EARN DECENT MONEY (HALF OF WHICH BY THE WAY GOES TO TAXES BECAUSE THERE'S SO MANY SOCIAL PARASITES FROM YOUR RACE).AND BY THE WAY, MOST EDUCATED PEOPLE THAT I WORK WITH DONT COME FROM YOUR RACE... THEY'RE ACTUALLY IMMIGRANTS TOO. AND THOSE EDUCATED ONES DO NOT ACT LIKE YOU DO, PERHAPS BECAUSE THEY'VE REALLY BEEN WELL EDUCATED..AFTER ALL THAT'S SAID... WHO IS THE IGNORANT ONCE AGAIN?! - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;May Munoz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;hr&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, be proud, you are a Filipino,... and not like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mr. Art Bell. Please do send this to as many people as you can until it reaches him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;credits to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;a href="http://rin6890.multiply.com/"&gt;http://rin6890.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;okay, it's copy, paste again.. sorry.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-8012289945769165092?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/8012289945769165092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=8012289945769165092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8012289945769165092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8012289945769165092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/12/insult-to-filipinosread-this-if-u-want.html' title='An Insult to Filipinos.[[read this if u want]]'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-5120938841445701590</id><published>2008-12-25T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:00:57.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAKIPSILIM LINES.lolz. :| </title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;credits to eyrindahlia13&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WARNING: SADYANG &lt;u&gt;MAKORNI&lt;/u&gt;. :))))))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"The Lion fell in love with the Lamb"  "What a stupid lamb"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Ang Leon ay umibig sa isang Tupa" ... "Bobong Tupa"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"You are my life now"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Ikaw na ang buhay ko ngayon"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'm not afraid of you.. I'm only afraid of losing you"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Hindi ako takot sa'yo, takot lang akong mawala ka."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"I know what you are" "Say it.. out loud, say it"  "VAMPIRE"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Alam ko kung ano ka.." "Sabihin mo.. nang malakas" "ISANG BAMPIRA"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"What if I'm not the hero, what I'm.. the badguy?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Pano kung hindi ako ang bayani, pano kung ako ang.. masamang tao?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"You're scent is like a drug to me."&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Ang amoy mo ay parang droga sa akin."&lt;/em&gt; -&gt; awiiihhh.. ewan..haiiz :]]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Like my personal brand of heroin."&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Aking sariling klase ng droga"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"I don't have the strength to stay away from you."&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Wala akong lakas para lumayo sa'yo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Stupid, shiny, volvo owner"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Bobong may-ari ng makintab na Volvo"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"I'd rather die than to stay away from you."&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Mas pipiliin ko pang mamatay, kesa lumayo sa'yo" :|&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Do I dazzle you?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Nasisilaw ba kita?" &lt;/em&gt;:]]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"Here comes the human!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Andito na ang tao!"&lt;/em&gt; wtfs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"My monkey man!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Ang aking taong unggoy!"&lt;/em&gt; LOLZ.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;=))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"You better hold on tight, spider monkey!"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Kumapit kang mabuti, gagambang unggoy!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"In a small town named Forks.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Sa isang bayan ng tinidor." &lt;/em&gt;wooo! =]] LOLZ.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"You don't know how long I've waited for you. "&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Kay tagal kitang hinintay?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"How old are you?" "Seventeen" "How long have you been seventeen?" "For a while.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "Ilang taon kana?" "Labing pito." "Gano katagal kanang labing pito?" "Matagal-tagal narin."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;"YOU BROUGHT A SNACK"&lt;br&gt;&lt;em&gt;- "NAGDALA KA NG MERIENDA" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-5120938841445701590?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/5120938841445701590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=5120938841445701590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5120938841445701590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5120938841445701590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/12/takipsilim-lineslolz.html' title='TAKIPSILIM LINES.lolz. :| '/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-5224324769069133639</id><published>2008-08-05T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T05:23:20.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>08/05/08</title><content type='html'>Tuesday is indeed the busiest day for us IV-Curie. In Physics, we had the experiment again in Motions which we had already conducted when we were still in 2nd year. So we had already a li'l idea what to do by this time. then i'm so happy to have my results already in my study! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt; And guess what? i had good results! wahaha. i think that's the only good thing happened to me this day. then in AP i had an instant role play. Thanks to Jenn for helping me what to do there cause I really don't have any idea what am I supposed to do. haha. thanks also to jenn's company, Candy, Nikka and Jessica. Thanks guys! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here comes the Unit Test in Advanced Chemistry! haha. I don't wanna think about that thing. Superfluous Thoughts!. Good luck to me na lang!lolz &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We had a role play again in English. Since I was absent yesterday i don't have any idea about my role here. haha. We had an instant practice. In short, we're totally not prepared! haha. It's so funny! I haven't brought costumes so I just borrow from Inday and Renelyn. Thanks guys for lending me your extra clothes.:]] &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then the rest of our time after class was spent in making the Filipino Bulletin Board. huhu. It's not yet finished.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt; We have to be early Curie tomorrow. Kaya na! haha. I can't promise but for sure I'll try my very best to be early tom.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sige, till here, I still have a lot of stuffs to do.. Physics Activity is waiting for me and need to study for El FIli in Filipino and for the Unit Test in ICT. bye.bye. nitie!&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-5224324769069133639?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/5224324769069133639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=5224324769069133639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5224324769069133639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5224324769069133639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/08/080508.html' title='08/05/08'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-2600402668158740096</id><published>2008-07-26T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T04:53:22.152-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dictionary</title><content type='html'>this is a text message from Nikka..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Absent - protest to a lousy teacher. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In our case Curie, was it? Or it's because of our SIP? haha.Lulz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Allowance - force that motivates you to go to school. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Agree? haha. Pero parati namang ubos for the fees, Labdet fees, CR fees, Computer fee, plus photocopies..etc..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pen - bestseller of the bookstore. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Okay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bonus - the key to pass the exam. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nice one! haha. Thanks for the bonus! But hindi na yan uso ngayon. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I.D. - Alternative ruler to draw straight line. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm guilty with this line cause I'm always doing this during our Math subject, in making figures. Tinatamad akong kunin ruler ko sa bag eh. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Late - happens when the teacher arrives earlier than expected.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; In our case, our first subject teacher Mrs. Adonay is always early. We have to be inside the Physics Lab before 7:00 or else we can't enter her class anymore. We had warning already Curie. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Studying - causes sleepiness faster than a sleeping pill.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Agree. haha. until now, it's still a big question for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Uniform - where you wipe your wet hands after going to the CR. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't agree with this line. hmmmpphhh.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Clinic - home of best actors and actresses. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I dunno. maybe. i haven't experience going to the clinic if I'm not feeling well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eraser - throwable weapon of an angry teacher. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I guess so but haven't witnessed one in our class. We just use the eraser in our drama activities on the hair of our classmates acting as an old man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow - deadline..? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's sunday tom, and then Monday, Unit Test in Economics, passing of the write-ups in Research, passing an article in Bio, and Poster Slogan in Filipino..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-2600402668158740096?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/2600402668158740096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=2600402668158740096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2600402668158740096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2600402668158740096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/07/school-dictionary.html' title='School Dictionary'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-448054479046027802</id><published>2008-07-25T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T03:23:30.262-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grand Conference with Sam Concepcion</title><content type='html'> Yeah. We just had the grand confe with Sam from 3:00-5:00 p.m. Supposedly the sched was from 3:00-4:00 only but Sam extended it. Thanks Sam! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The chat was better than the Candy Chats before. I mean, there were also about 90 people in the chatroom and the flooders? hmmm..were there flooders? or shall we say misbehaved samsters? yeah. unfortunately, there were still some that's why some of them didn't enjoy the chat with Sam cause they were kicked out by the elites. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At first, I wondered why the Samsters left the room. almost all of them. i didn't had an idea that i have to transfer to the other room, Grand Conference with Sam Concepcion,  where we are going to have our chat. Thanks to Ate Loi for helping me how to transfer to the other room! hehe.  As well as to Sam! Actually I didn't get it at first what Ate Loi is telling me to transfer, i just understood it when Sam told me to transfer to the other room because the chat will be held there.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was really amused by Mushu &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Sam's pet dog).&lt;/span&gt; Mushu was very lucky! haha. Galing talaga ni Tito Raymund when Sam sang Even If, Remix! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt; Tas nung goodbye time na, i heard Tita Gene na parang..awww.. bye'bye time na nga talaga. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I really enjoyed the chat with Sam! At least kahit papano some of my questions were also answered. It was so fast that Sam can't read all the messages so he decided that he'll gonna read only the messages of the elites. Thanks to the Elites for the patience and for relaying our questions to Sam!. :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thanks also Sam for the time! :D &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope there will be another Grand Conference again soon. :D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-448054479046027802?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/448054479046027802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=448054479046027802' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/448054479046027802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/448054479046027802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/07/grand-conference-with-sam-concepcion.html' title='Grand Conference with Sam Concepcion'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-7877706424531404190</id><published>2008-07-24T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T07:41:33.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than a Bad Word..</title><content type='html'>Before I left the school, I asked my classmates about the things to do for tomorrow. then almost all of them said, there's only a test for bio and oral in english but some said none. they never mentioned the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Research&lt;/span&gt; thing. Then I asked them, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"How about the Research? Are you gonna make your Chapter 4?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Suddenly, Andrea answered me, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Don't ever mention that Denen! I don't wanna hear that word! &lt;font size="5"&gt;Don't you know that it's more than a Bad Word?! &lt;/font&gt;Yeah! Diputa, Gaga, etc is better than that word. So don't ever mention that word again okay if you don't want to be get hurt?" &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And so I keep quiet. &lt;font size="5"&gt;"Research is indeed a nightmare for us." &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last time, hindi ko natapos yung English Activity namin because of Research too. So cramming strikes again early in the morning. I wanna cry last night. I'm always thinking of my study that's why I can't concentrate on the things I'm doing. And now, here I am again. Thinking of that more than a bad word thing.. I don't know how to do this Chapter 4. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;If I won't make this, what is going to happen to me tomorrow?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't want to happen again what happened this morning. Almost all of us haven't done anything in our Research studies since our teacher was absent last Monday and he was back again just this morning. It was 8:30, when we were back at our room from Physics Lab. One of our classmates said that he was not yet around and so, nakahinga na din ako. But when it was already about 10:30 or maybe already 11 in the morning, Green entered the Lair of IV-Curie. He told us that he was already there, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"ang pinakahihintay naming lahat!"&lt;/span&gt; And so, we panicked. We're already thinking of different reasons if ever he gets in. Yeyee said she'll sleep. Someone said he/she will have a stomach ache. Another one said he/she will vomit. Then, someone said, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Classmates, who has bacteria there? Yung may mga study na antibacterial  diyan, we need your bacterias! Let's inject it to ourselves to have a reason.:]]" &lt;/span&gt;Then most of us volunteered to help in making the IDs para makatakas lang sa kanya. haha.:]]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8 months na lang Curie..I'm gonna miss this scenes. The cramming and everything. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-7877706424531404190?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/7877706424531404190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=7877706424531404190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/7877706424531404190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/7877706424531404190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-than-bad-word.html' title='More than a Bad Word..'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-1741307206031320527</id><published>2008-07-07T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T08:17:08.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 24 - "VOTE"</title><content type='html'> you might wonder what's this. haha. well, i've taken this from the last chapter of New Moon, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vote&lt;/span&gt;. only some part of it which i like because edward was already back. i mean, edward already back in some other chapters before this one but for me, this was the best chapter in this book since edward was suddenly gone.. from pages 85-92.. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt; that was the saddest part! even you as a reader would really feel bad about his absence for bella but i quite don't like bella too when he has something on Jacob. haha. sorry for those Bella-Jacob lovers. Because for me it's like she's just using Jacob..you know.. and i hate to think that thing..:[&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;so now, here we go.. from this part, i really like it.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this is about Bella wanting to belong in Cullen family.. as a VAMPIRE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    "You think he won't be able to find me?," I said flatly. &lt;br&gt;    He was smug. "I'm sure of it. He relies totally on that other sense. When it doesn't work with you, they'll all be blind."&lt;br&gt;    "And how does that solve anything?"&lt;br&gt;    "Quite obviously, Alice will be able to tell when they're planning a visit, and I'll hide you. They'll be helpless," he said with fierce enjoyment. "It will be like looking for a piece of straw in a haystack!"&lt;br&gt;    He and Emmett exchanged a glance and a smirk.&lt;br&gt;    This made no sense. "But they can find you," I reminded him.&lt;br&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"And I can take care of myself."&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Emmett laughed, and reached across table toward his brother, extending a fist.&lt;br&gt;    "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Excellent plan, my brother&lt;/span&gt;," he said with enthusiasm.&lt;br&gt;    Edward stretched out his arm to smack Emmett's fist with his own.&lt;br&gt;    "No," Rosalie hissed.&lt;br&gt;    "Absolutely not," I agreed.&lt;br&gt;    "Nice." Jasper's voice was appreciative.&lt;br&gt;    "Idiots," Alice muttered.&lt;br&gt;    Esme just glared at Edward.&lt;br&gt;    I straightened up in my chair, focusing. This was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my &lt;/span&gt;meeting.&lt;br&gt;    "All right, then. Edward has offered an alternative for you to consider," I said coolly. "Let's vote."&lt;br&gt;.............................................................&lt;br&gt;    I was still grimacing at that when I looked at Esme.&lt;br&gt;    "Ye, of course, Bella. I already think of you as part of my family."&lt;br&gt;    "Thank you, Esme," I murmured as I turned toward Carlisle.&lt;br&gt;    I was suddenly nervous, wishing I had asked for his vote first. I was sure that this was the vote that mattered most, the vote that counted more than any majority.&lt;br&gt;    Carlisle wasn't looking at me.&lt;br&gt;    "Edward," he said.&lt;br&gt;    "No," Edward growled. His jaw was strained tight, his lips curled back from his teeth.&lt;br&gt;    "It's the only way that makes sense," Carlisle insisted. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You've chosen not to live without her, and that doesn't leave me a choice&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br&gt;    Edward dropped my hand, shoving away from the table. He stalked out of the room, snarling under his breath.&lt;br&gt;    "I guess you know my vote." Carlisle sighed.&lt;br&gt;......................................&lt;br&gt;    "If you don't mind, I'd much rather you didn't hide your face. I've lived without it for as long as I can stand. Now.. tell me something."&lt;br&gt;    "What?" I asked, unwilling.&lt;br&gt;    "If you could have anything in the world, anything at all, what would it be?"&lt;br&gt;    "I could fell the skepticism in my eyes. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br&gt;    He shook his head impatiently. "Something you don't already have."&lt;br&gt;    I wasn't sure where he was trying to lead me, so I thought carefully before I answered. I came up with something that was both true, and also probably impossible.&lt;br&gt;    "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would want... Carlisle not to have to do it. I would want &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; to change me.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;    I watched his reaction warily, expecting more of the fury I'd seen at his house. I was surprised that his expression didn't change. It was still calculating, thoughtful.&lt;br&gt;    "What would you be willing to trade for that?"&lt;br&gt;    "Anything."&lt;br&gt;    He smiled faintly, and then pursed his lips. "Five years?"&lt;br&gt;    My face twisted into an expression somewhere between chagrin and horror.&lt;br&gt;    "You said anything," he reminded me.&lt;br&gt;    "Yes, but... you'll use the time to find a way out of it. I have to strike while the iron is hot. Besides, it's just too dangerous to be human-for me, at least. So, anything but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br&gt;    He frowned. "Three years?"&lt;br&gt;    "No!"&lt;br&gt;    "Isn't it worth anything you at all?"&lt;br&gt;    "Six months?"&lt;br&gt;    He rolled his eyes. "Not good enough."&lt;br&gt;    "One year, then," I said. "That's my limit."&lt;br&gt;    "At least give me two."&lt;br&gt;    "No way. Nineteen I'll do. But I'm not going anywhere &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;near &lt;/span&gt;twenty. If you're staying in your teens forever, then so am I."&lt;br&gt;    "All right. Forget time limits. If you want me to be the one-then you'll just have to meet one condition."&lt;br&gt;    "Condition? What condition?"&lt;br&gt;    His eyes were cautious-he spoke slowly. "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marry me first&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br&gt;    "Okay. What's the punch line?"&lt;br&gt;    "You're wounding my ego, Bella. I just proposed to you, and you think it's a joke."&lt;br&gt;    "Edward, please be serious."&lt;br&gt;    "I am one hundred percent serious."&lt;br&gt;    "Oh, c'mon. I'm only eighteen."&lt;br&gt;    "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Well, I'm nearly a hundred and ten. It's time I settled down.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I like those lines that are bold. haha. then the last one which was italicized and bold, i dunno.. it seems like when you hear it from someone, you'll laugh at that person.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-1741307206031320527?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/1741307206031320527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=1741307206031320527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1741307206031320527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1741307206031320527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/07/chapter-24.html' title='Chapter 24 - &amp;quot;VOTE&amp;quot;'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-7889290834680664827</id><published>2008-05-23T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T06:11:55.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>some are missing.--_--</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;100.WHAT'S YOUR PROFILE SONG? WHY?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*You and Me coz ewan..feel ko lang..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;99.first name/s&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Denen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;98. DO YOU HAVE A PROBLEM SO FAR?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yeah.i do have a lot ryt now..wanna help?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln6"&gt;97. DO YOU LIKE SOMEONE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*tsk,tsk&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln8"&gt;96. LIED IN THE LAST 24 HRS?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ewan.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln10"&gt;95. WHERE ARE YOU NOW?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln12"&gt;94. WHERE WAS THE LAST PLACE YOU WENT? WITH WHOM?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*DA with Joey, Nice, Harrold and Khrsha..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;93. WHAT ARE YOU EATING?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ryt now? don't have any here..wanna give some?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;92. WHO/WHAT MAKES YOU MAD?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln18"&gt;91. WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*doctor[that's my answer always when i was still a li'l girl but now i dunno.]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln21"&gt;90. WHAT'S IS YOUR FAVORITE COLOR?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*pink, blue, green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;89. WHAT IS YOUR TREASURED ITEM?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln25"&gt;88. DO YOU HAVE A FRIEND OF THE OPPOSITE YOU CAN TALK TO? &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yupp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;87. DO YOU HAVE ANY SIBLINGS?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yupp.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;86. WHERE WOULD YOU LIKE GO NOW?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*SAMwhere..toinks!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln32"&gt;85. WHAT FUN THING DID YOU DO THIS WEEKEND?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*none. for me it wasn't fun enough.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln35"&gt;84 DID YOU DO ANYTHING TODAY?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;83. ARE YOU HAPPY?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dunno.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln39"&gt;82. WHO IS SITTING TO YOUR LEFT, RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Left, right-NONE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;81. WHERE IS YOUR DAD RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln44"&gt;80. DO YOU HAVE ANY KIDS?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*what?[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln46"&gt;79. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON TO CALL YOU?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*bebe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln49"&gt;78. CLOSEST BLACK OBJECT&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*mom's cellphone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln51"&gt;77. DO YOU WEAR GLASSES?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;76.DO YOU HAVE BRACES?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln55"&gt;75. DO YOU SING IN THE SHOWER?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln57"&gt;73. YOU OWN ANY PETS?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*nope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln59"&gt;72. LAST TIME YOU LISTENED TO COUNTRY MUSIC?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*can't remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;68. WHAT CAN YOU HEAR NOW?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*television&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln64"&gt;65. WHAT ARE YOU WEARING?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*shirt and jogging pants&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln66"&gt;64. LAST PERSON TO COMMENT YOU?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*marie(friendster), larissa(multiply)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln68"&gt;63. DO YOU SING?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*music doesn't loves me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln70"&gt;62. LIKE BALLAD?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*fine..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln72"&gt;61. R&amp;B OR REGGAE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*either..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's 60?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;59. WHO WAS THE LAST ONE WHO BROKE YOUR HEART?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln76"&gt;58. WHO LAST TEXTED YOU?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Nong Edu..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln78"&gt;57. WHAT JEWELERY DO YOU WEAR DAILY?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*watch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;where's 56, 55?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln80"&gt;54. WOULD YOU DIE FOR SOMEONE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln82"&gt;53. LATEST THING YOU'VE RECENTLY LEARNED?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hala! ano nga yun? parang kanina lang yun ah.[haha] MEMORY GAP strikes again.LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;52, where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln85"&gt;51. LATEST ADDICTION?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*blue book.[hahaha] so desperate na talaga na makaraming maisulat dun.tsk,tsk.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln87"&gt;50. IS ANYTHING BOTHERING YOU RIGHT NOW?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln90"&gt;48. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TOMORROW?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yung alam ko pa lang pupunta sa house nina Ma'am Bolidz at 1:00 p.m. for the meeting. don't have other plans for tom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;47. WHAT DID YOU EAT FOR BREAKFAST?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*wala.nagmamadali kanina eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln94"&gt;46. LUNCH?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*meat w/ banana and repolyo? ano un?[haha] basta yun..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln96"&gt;45. Dinner?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*yung natira kaninang lunch.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;42. ARE YOU INLOVE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;41, 40, 39, 38, where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln100"&gt;37. FAVORITE DISH?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*any will do basta may makain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln102"&gt;35. FAVORITE SPORTS?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*badminton, basketball though i'm not good at it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln104"&gt;32. JEANS OR SWEATPANTS?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*Jeans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln106"&gt;31. WHAT IS LOVE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*LOVE is GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;30. WHATS THE MOST IMPORTANT IN A RELATIONSHIP?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*trust and understanding.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln110"&gt;29. SADDEST MOMENT IN LIFE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*when my dad passed away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln112"&gt;28. HAPPIEST MOMENT IN LIFE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln114"&gt;27. HAVE YOU EVER CRIED SO HARD YOUMADE YOURSELF SICK?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln117"&gt;26. DO YOU LIKE TECHNO?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*kei lang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln119"&gt;23. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE NUMBER?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*12&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;22, 21, 20, again, where are you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln121"&gt;19. FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hmmm...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln123"&gt;18. DO YOU LIKE 80'S MUSIC?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*kei lang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;how about u 17?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln125"&gt;16. DO YOU DANCE TO IT?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*nah.[hahaha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln127"&gt;15. WHAT KIND OF GUY YOU USUALLY GET ATTRACTED TO?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*simple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln129"&gt;12. DO YOU CRY AT SOME MOVIES?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln131"&gt;11. ARE YOU SENSITIVE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sometimes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln133"&gt;10. CAN LOVE CONQUERS ALL?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln135"&gt;9. BEEN BADLY HURT?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln137"&gt;7. FAVORITE TIME OF THE DAY?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*ANYtime&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln139"&gt;6. WHAT MAKES YOU SAD RECENTLY?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln141"&gt;5. SEEN ALL THE SPIDERMAN MOVIES?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SEASON?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*cold season&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln145"&gt;3. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*dunno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln147"&gt;2. EVER GOTTEN LOST IN THE DARK?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hmmm..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln149"&gt;1. WHO DO YOU LOVE?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*GOD, Family, friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-7889290834680664827?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/7889290834680664827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=7889290834680664827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/7889290834680664827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/7889290834680664827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-are-missing.html' title='some are missing.--_--'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-2552170967012326905</id><published>2008-05-23T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:32:28.642-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST School year 2007-2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1. Ano tawag sayo sa classroom? &lt;strong&gt;_denen, den&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. section mo noon &lt;strong&gt;_LAVOISIER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div id="ln7"&gt;3. Sino unang teacher na pumapasok sa classroom niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_Ma'am Co&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. Sino ang pinakatahimik? &lt;strong&gt;_Renelyn, Trexie or Merille..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln14"&gt;6. Sino ang palaging gumagawa ng mga assignments? &lt;strong&gt;_sino ba?[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln18"&gt;7. Sino naman ang palaging walang assignment? &lt;strong&gt;_&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln22"&gt;8. Sino ang teacher na palaging nagagalit sa inyo? &lt;strong&gt;_sino ba?[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln26"&gt;9. Sino ang palaging maaga dumating sa classroom? &lt;strong&gt;_Khrsha o Joey?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;10. Sino naman ang palaging late? &lt;strong&gt;_wow! sometimes si Ti, pero Good morning palagi si Bro Ram.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;11. Sino pinakamatalino? &lt;strong&gt;_Lica&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln36"&gt;12. Sino ang "teacher's pet" sa class niyo?&lt;strong&gt; _may ganon?[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;13. Sino ang mahilig mag recite? &lt;strong&gt;_sino ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;14. Magaling kumanta sa class niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_Inday? Berna?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln46"&gt;15. Sino naman pinakamagaling sumayaw? &lt;strong&gt;_Deness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln49"&gt;16. Sino ang mahilig magpatawa sa class niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_EDMARie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln53"&gt;17. Sino madalas pinapagalitan sa class niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_sino ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln57"&gt;18. Sino heartthrob sa class nio? &lt;strong&gt;_TRES JABLOS? (composed of Tristan, Manoy and Jabert) [haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;19. Sino pinakaepal sa class nio? &lt;strong&gt;_sino ba?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln63"&gt;20. Sino pinakamabait? &lt;strong&gt;_Merille&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln66"&gt;21. Sino pinakaclose mo sa classroom neuu? &lt;strong&gt;_lahat naman eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;22. Sino laging lumilipat ng upuan? &lt;strong&gt;_sino ba?[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln73"&gt;23. Sino nakaupo sa pinakalikod ng classrom? &lt;strong&gt;_iba2 every week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln77"&gt;25. Sino seatmate/s mo? &lt;strong&gt;_mga naging?hmmm, yung mga naalala ko lang sina Megan, Andrea, Jessica, Bebe, Clarissa, Yeyee..&lt;sorry sa mga nakalimutan kong i'mention&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;26. Ilan lockers sa classroom niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_ewan, basta I'm sure more than 36..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln83"&gt;27. Ano locker no. mo? &lt;strong&gt;_no.? basta may name ko sa labas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln86"&gt;28. Ilan drawer ng teacher's table &lt;strong&gt;_ewan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;29. Sino mahilig magbura ng blackboard? &lt;strong&gt;_ung naka'assign sa blackboard.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln92"&gt;30. Sino class president niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_Yeyee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln95"&gt;31. Anong position mo sa class officers? &lt;strong&gt;_Secretary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln99"&gt;33. Sino pinakamahilig maglambingan sa klase? &lt;strong&gt;_meron?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln103"&gt;34. Sino ang pinakamaingay? &lt;strong&gt;_sino ba?[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln106"&gt;35. Sino pinaka artistic sa class niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_motheroxx-Cathrel.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;36. Sino pinakamatangkad? &lt;strong&gt;_Green&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;37. Sino pinakamahaba ang buhok? &lt;strong&gt;_ewan..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln115"&gt;38. Sinong teacher ang may favorite sa class niyo? &lt;strong&gt;_WALA! (himala pag meron!hahaha)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln119"&gt;39. class pastime? &lt;strong&gt;_manggulo, CHIKKA time, tawanan, kumain, matulog, maglaro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln122"&gt;40. Sino palagi mong kadaldalan? &lt;u&gt;_&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loulaine? Candy? kahit sino..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln125"&gt;41. Sino kasabay mo pag breaktime? &lt;strong&gt;_kahit sino..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;42. Masaya ka ba sa kanila? &lt;strong&gt;_oh yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln131"&gt;44. Sino ang bestfriend mo sa classroom? &lt;strong&gt;_III-Lavoisier&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln135"&gt;45. Sino lagi mong kaaway? &lt;strong&gt;_meron ba?[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-2552170967012326905?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/2552170967012326905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=2552170967012326905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2552170967012326905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2552170967012326905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/05/last-school-year-2007-2008.html' title='LAST School year 2007-2008'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-4848754137877246733</id><published>2008-05-23T01:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T05:05:42.108-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-Prologue-</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Fill this out IN YOUR OWN WORDS...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1.Who took your profile picture?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;My bro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln5"&gt;2. Exactly what are you wearing right now?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;White tops na dark blue yung prints tas may color dark blue din sa may sleeves  and blue jogging pants.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. What is your current problem?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;The SIP and...basta..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln13"&gt;4. What's the name of the song your listening to?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Yung Superhero.[hahaha] narinig ko lang sa TV, sa Singing Bee&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Chapter 1: ABOUT YOU ♥&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. NiCKNAME?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ my mom calls me En-en, others call me denz, densky, but lately i wanna be called den den..[hahaha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln21"&gt;2. Eye color?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ dark brown?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln24"&gt;3. Hair color?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ dark brown?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln27"&gt;4. Height&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ 5"2 lang d last i measure it.[huhu]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Chapter 2: FAMILY ♥&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln31"&gt;1. Do you live with your parent(s)?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln34"&gt;2. Do you get along with your parent(s)?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln37"&gt;3. Are your parents cool?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ yupp.^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. Do you have any Siblings?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Chapter 3: FAVES&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln44"&gt;1. Ice cream?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Cookies 'n Cream, pero pag wala nun Double Dutch will do.^^&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln47"&gt;2. Season?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ the cold season..-:))&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. Book?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ dami eh..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;4. Band?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Jonas Brothers, Click Five, McFly, Fahrenheit, etc..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. Food?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Lahat![hahaha] jk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;6.Drink(s)&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ H2O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;7. Pen color?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Black&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;8. Mall?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ SM.[hahaha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln68"&gt;9. Person?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ MYSELF.[hahaha] jk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Chapter 4: DO YOU ♥&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. Write on your hand?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Oh yeah! Most of the time if walang magawa tas may hawak na ballpen.[hahaha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. Call people back when they gave you a missed call?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Nope. i don't have enough load to call them back, siguro text lang pwede.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. Believe in love?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln81"&gt;4. Sleep on a certain side of the bed?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ not really.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln84"&gt;Chapter 5: HAVE YOU♥&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;1. Kissed someone in the past 48 hours?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ yeah! my mom![hehe]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. If so...where?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ huh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. Had PHYSICAL therapy?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln94"&gt;4. Gotten surgery?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. Taken painkillers?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ maybe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;6. Overdosed on pain killers?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;7. Been stung by a bee?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln106"&gt;8. Threw up in a doctors office?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ nah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln109"&gt;9. Do you have a crush on anyone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ *coughs*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln112"&gt;10. Do they know?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln115"&gt;Chapter 6: WHO/WHAT WAS THE LAST&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln116"&gt;1. Person to text you?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Joanna I think.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;2. Thing you touched?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ my mom's clothes.[hehe]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;3. Thing you said?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ a wyl ago? can't remember.[haha] MEMORY GAP strikes!LOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln123"&gt;4. Person you hugged?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;5. Person you talked to on the phone?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ Darling.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln129"&gt;6. Last book you read?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ I forgot the title, hindi ko alam kung saan dun sa dalawa.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln132"&gt;7. Last time you cleaned your room?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ kanina.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln135"&gt;8. Last time you talked to someone you like?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ did I?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;9. Last place you went?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ neighbor's house&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div id="ln142"&gt;10. Last time got drunk?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;+ haven't been.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-4848754137877246733?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/4848754137877246733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=4848754137877246733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/4848754137877246733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/4848754137877246733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/05/prologue.html' title='-Prologue-'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-5330994391992165701</id><published>2008-05-23T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T04:43:08.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Life.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;hiGh sch0ol questiONs..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln1"&gt;1. Inaaway mo ba yung guard sa gate?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln2"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;sometimes, pag ayaw akong palabasin lalo na pag important.[hahaha] *peace manong*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln3"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln4"&gt;2 . Lagi ka bang nalelate?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln5"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;hindi naman. basta, pag late ako, i'm sure may mas late pa sakin, pero hindi lagi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln7"&gt;3 . Complete uniform ka ba lagi?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln8"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;uhmmm.minsan.minsan i don't wear our chaleco, init kasi eh.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln10"&gt;4. Sumusunod ka ba lagi sa mga school rules??&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln12"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;yeah? pero minsan hindi maiwasang maging pasaway.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln13"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln14"&gt;5. Kumakanta ka ba ng Pambansang awit?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln15"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;minsan.[hahaha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln16"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln17"&gt;6. Active ka ba sa klase?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln18"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;maybe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln19"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln20"&gt;8 . Nakikipagdaldalan ka ba habang naglelesson ang teacher?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln22"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;pag boring siguro.[hahaha] *sorry ma'am*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln23"&gt;9 .Hinaharass mo ba ang mga teacher niyo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln26"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;huh? siyempre hindi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln27"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln28"&gt;10. Napa ofis kna ba?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln29"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;nope.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln30"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln31"&gt;11. Napahiya ka na ba sa klase?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln32"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;ata&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln33"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln34"&gt;13. Gumagawa ka ba ng assignments o copy lang?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln36"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;gumagawa siyempre pero minsan...alam mo na yan.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln37"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln38"&gt;14 .Kumakain ka ba tuwing break?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln39"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;minsan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln40"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln41"&gt;15. Nangutang ka na ba sa kaklase mo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln42"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;oo naman! hindi bawal umutang![hahaha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln43"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln44"&gt;16. Natutulog ka ba sa klase?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln45"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;inaantok lang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln47"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;17. Pumapasok ka ba sa ibang room?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln48"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;minsan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln50"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;18. Gusto mo ba ang mga patakaran ninyo sanyong eskwelahan??&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln52"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;ok lang.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln54"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;19. Nagtetext ka ba habang nagkaklase kayo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln56"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;minsan.haha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln58"&gt;20. Nagdadala ka ba ng mga pagkain sa room niyo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln60"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;yeah.most of the time pag nasa mood akong kumain.[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln62"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;21. Ano pinaka mahirap na subject mo sa hs?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln63"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;uhmmm, nung second yr PHYSICS, and that was the worse.[huhu]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln65"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;22. Natawag mo na bang "sir" ang ma'am nyo, at "ma'am" ang sir niyo?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div id="ln67"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;hindi pa ata nangyari yan. m'try nga?..[haha]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln69"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;23. Ano ang pangalan ng eskuwelahan mo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln70"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;CAPIZ NHS - SSTC (Special Science and Technology Class)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln72"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;24 . Naaksidente ka na ba sa school?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln73"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;uhmmm.ewan, hindi ko na matandaan eh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln75"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;25. Ano ang laging kinakain mong pagkain sa canteen?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln77"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;lagi? una, yung Haney &lt;em&gt;(tama ba spelling?hahaha, o Honey?)&lt;/em&gt;, then nung nawala na yun, Choco Mucho naman. Puro chocolates. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln79"&gt;26 .in general, love mo b highschool lyf mo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div id="ln81"&gt;= &lt;strong&gt;oh yeah! esp the LAVOI lyf! we're Curie soon, bye Lavoi!..-:(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-5330994391992165701?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/5330994391992165701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=5330994391992165701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5330994391992165701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5330994391992165701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/05/high-school-life.html' title='High School Life.'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-2437699189834702423</id><published>2008-05-21T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T07:26:41.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY o SAWI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I saw Zai's blog kaya parang n'inspire na din akong gumawa ng blog.[haha]&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;kanina, there was a chat with Sam Concepcion at Candy ChitChat from 5:00-6:00. it was already maybe 2 or 3 when i arrived home at siyempre agad pumasok sa chitchat. pagpasok ko pa lang, madami ng tao. yun, magulo na kaya hindi na ako masyado nakikisali sa conversation nila. tas when it was already 5, basta, nung nandun na si Sam, super gulo na talaga. i wasn't expecting na aabot pala sa 100+ yung mga tao na dun pagbalik ko. sabi nga ng ibang samsters, 150+ na daw ata. siyempre, ano pa ineexpect dun? nung mga 80+ pa lang nga super gulo na, mga pasaway yung iba (sorry guys kung sino man natatamaan). but i think kung nagcooperate lang ang mga yun wala sanang problema.haiix. naghung pa yung comp namin. yun, hindi na ako nakapagsalita dun, kumuha na lang ako ng scaps tas bigla na lang nawala yung mga conversations.[haha] i dunno, basta natuwa ako dun!-:)) thanks for that guys! at least nandun pa rin cam ni Sam kaya yun, scaps na lang ako ng scaps. tas umalis na kami kaya konti lang scaps ko. hindi ko na naabutan yung mga p'cute daw ni Sam sa cam.[huhu] &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Kamusta na kaya si Sam ngayon? Nahilo din kaya?[hahaha]"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sawi ako na parang lucky na din.[haha] Lucky? cause kahit hindi man ako nakasali, hindi sumakit ulo ko![hahaha] tas kahit hindi ako nasagot ni Sam, ok na ok lang! dahil wala naman akong natanong sa kanya eh.! ganon lang un.[niahaha]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-2437699189834702423?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/2437699189834702423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=2437699189834702423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2437699189834702423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2437699189834702423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/05/lucky-o-sawi.html' title='LUCKY o SAWI?'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-1176492969280845451</id><published>2008-04-05T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T07:40:28.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*boredom survey #1*</title><content type='html'>survey stolen from clau's blog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. What color is your toothbrush?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: purple and blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. What is your uncles middle name?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: uncle who? madami po akong uncle.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. What color is your Pastors car?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Do you have any cheese in your refrigerator?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: dunno.haha.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. What color is your youngest cousins hair?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: black?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: what? dunno.why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. What is your best friends oldest sisters name?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: huh? may ganon talaga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. What color is your favorite pair of flip-flops?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Look to your right-what is the first word you see?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: BIBLE.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. What is on your shirt?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hike, Climb, Dive. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. How many children does your teacher have?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: Free Spirit.^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. What did you eat for breakfast yesterday?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: huh? i forgot. yesterday pa yun.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Are surveys fun to do?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Whens the last time you cried?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: yesterday? o d other day?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. What is your Grandmother on your mom's side initials?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: F. D. D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. What is your aunt's dogs name?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: dami nilang dog..idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. What kind of car does your friend's mom have?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: i can't mention here one by one.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Do you like this very random survey?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: kinda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Does Spongebob have a middle name?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: huh? idk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. Why do we drive on parkways and park on driveways?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: mga bulag yung mga tao!wahaha..may malaking sign na hindi pa nakita.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Why are they called donut holes if they don't have holes in them?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: what? no holes?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Why arent French Fries French?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: why do u think'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. Do you know the answers to these questions?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: huh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Have you ever been stung by a bee?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: nahh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Are you allergic to dogs?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: nahh. i'm just scared of them..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Isn't Dr Pepper the best soda ever?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: i dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Does short-term memory loss run in your family?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: huwag naman..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Where did you meet your best friend?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: who?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Who was your 2nd grade teacher?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: Mrs. Morales, Mrs. Almonguera, etc..dami nila ehh..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Who is the last guy/girl you had a crush on (not the one you have a crush on now but the last one)&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oOo.: why should i tell ya?haha.lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-1176492969280845451?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/1176492969280845451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=1176492969280845451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1176492969280845451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1176492969280845451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/04/boredom-survey-1.html' title='*boredom survey #1*'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-5080114052387918876</id><published>2008-04-04T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T08:40:34.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Sorry but I will"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="cerinexstarz" author_possessive="cerinexstarz's"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Dear Loul&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this,  &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;but our horoscope doesn't match&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;. I think I realized it w&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;hen I quoted Santa&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt; o&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;utside of Chicago&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt; and I saw you sit at &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I'm sure you're f&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;rostbitten&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt; enough to understand &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;that Santa doesn't exist&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;I'm returning your ring to you, but I'll keep the oil stocks as a memory.&lt;br&gt;You should also know that I never will forget our friendship.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Greetings to your freaky family&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;,&lt;br&gt;Denen &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" face="georgia, times new roman, times, serif"&gt;Do it like this:Dear (the person who last texted/smsed you).&lt;br&gt;I don't really know how to tell you this, but ___1___. I think I realized it ___2___ ___3___ and I saw you ___4___ ___5___.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm sure you're ___6___ enough to understand ___7___.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm returning ___8___ to you, but I'll keep ___9___ as a memory.&lt;br&gt;You should also know that I ___10___ ___11___.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;___12___,&lt;br&gt;-Your name-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1. What's the color of your shirt?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Blue - Our romance is over&lt;br&gt;Red - Our affair is over&lt;br&gt;White - I'll join the monastery&lt;br&gt;Black - I dislike you&lt;br&gt;Green - Our horoscope doesn't match&lt;br&gt;Grey - You're a pervert&lt;br&gt;Yellow - I'm selling myself&lt;br&gt;Pink - Your nostrils are insulting&lt;br&gt;Brown - The mafia wants you&lt;br&gt;No shirt - You're a loser&lt;br&gt;Other - I'm inlove with your sister&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2. Which is your birth month?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;January - That night&lt;br&gt;February - Last year&lt;br&gt;March - When your dwarf bit me&lt;br&gt;April - When I tripped on sesame seeds&lt;br&gt;May - First of May&lt;br&gt;June - When you put cuffs on me&lt;br&gt;July - When I threw up&lt;br&gt;August - When I saw the shrunken head&lt;br&gt;September - When we skinny dipped&lt;br&gt;October - When I quoted Santa&lt;br&gt;November - When your dog ran amok&lt;br&gt;December - When I changed tennis shoes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;3. Which food do you prefer?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tacos - In your apartment&lt;br&gt;Pizza - In your camping car&lt;br&gt;Pasta - Outside of Chicago&lt;br&gt;Hamburgers - Under the bus&lt;br&gt;Salad - As you ate enchilada&lt;br&gt;Chicken - In your closet&lt;br&gt;Kebab - With Paris Hilton&lt;br&gt;Fish - In women's clothing&lt;br&gt;Sandwiches - At the Hare Krishna graduation&lt;br&gt;Lasagna - At the mental hospital&lt;br&gt;Hot dog - Under a state of trance&lt;br&gt;Annat; With George Bush and his wife&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4. What's the color of your socks?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yellow - Hit on&lt;br&gt;Red - Insult&lt;br&gt;Black - Ignore&lt;br&gt;Blue - Knock out&lt;br&gt;Purple - Pour syrup on&lt;br&gt;White - Carve your initials into&lt;br&gt;Grey - Pull the clothes off&lt;br&gt;Brown - Put leeches on&lt;br&gt;Orange - Castrate&lt;br&gt;Pink - Pull the toupee off&lt;br&gt;Barefoot - Sit at&lt;br&gt;Other - Drive out&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5. What's the color of your underwear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Black - My best friend&lt;br&gt;White - My father&lt;br&gt;Grey - Bill Clinton&lt;br&gt;Brown - My fart balloon&lt;br&gt;Purple - My mustard soufflé&lt;br&gt;Red - Donald Duck&lt;br&gt;Blue - My avocado plant&lt;br&gt;Yellow - My penpal in Ghana&lt;br&gt;Orange - My Kid Rock-collection&lt;br&gt;Pink - Manchester United's goalkeeper&lt;br&gt;None - My John F. Kennedy-statue&lt;br&gt;Other - The crazy monk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;6. What do you prefer to watch on TV?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Scrubs; Man&lt;br&gt;O.C.; Emotional&lt;br&gt;One Tree Hill; Open&lt;br&gt;Heroes; Frostbitten&lt;br&gt;Lost; High&lt;br&gt;House; Scarred&lt;br&gt;Simpsons; Cowardly&lt;br&gt;The news; Mongolic&lt;br&gt;Idol; Masochistic&lt;br&gt;Family Guy; Senile&lt;br&gt;Top Model; Middle-class&lt;br&gt;Annat; Ashamed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7. Your mood right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy - How awful I've felt&lt;br&gt;Sad - How boring you are&lt;br&gt;Bored - That Santa doesn't exist&lt;br&gt;Angry - That your pimples are at the last stage&lt;br&gt;Depressed - That we're cousins&lt;br&gt;Excited - That there is no solution to this.&lt;br&gt;Nervous - The middle-east&lt;br&gt;Worried - That your Honda sucks&lt;br&gt;Apathetic - That I did a sex-change&lt;br&gt;Ashamed - That I'm allergic to your hamster&lt;br&gt;Cuddly - That I get turned on by garbage men&lt;br&gt;Overjoyous - That I'm open&lt;br&gt;Other - That Extreme Home Makeover sucks&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;8. What's the color of your walls in your bedroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;White - Your ring&lt;br&gt;Yellow - Your love letters&lt;br&gt;Red - Your Darth Vader-poster&lt;br&gt;Black - Your tame stone&lt;br&gt;Blue - The couch cushions&lt;br&gt;Green - The pictures from LA&lt;br&gt;Orange - Your false teeth&lt;br&gt;Brown - Your contact book&lt;br&gt;Grey - Our matching snoopy-bibs&lt;br&gt;Purple - Your old lottery coupons&lt;br&gt;Pink - The cut toenails&lt;br&gt;Other - Your memories from the military service&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9. The first letter of your first name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;A/B - Your photo&lt;br&gt;C/D - The oil stocks&lt;br&gt;E/F - Your neighbour Martin&lt;br&gt;G/H - My virginity&lt;br&gt;I/J - The results of blood-sample&lt;br&gt;K/L - Your left ear&lt;br&gt;M/N - Your suicide note&lt;br&gt;O/P - My common sense&lt;br&gt;Q/R - Your mom&lt;br&gt;S/T - Your collection of butterflies&lt;br&gt;U/V - Your criminal record&lt;br&gt;W/X - David's tricot outfits&lt;br&gt;Y/Z - Your grades from college&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;10. The last letter in your last name?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;A/B - Always will remember&lt;br&gt;C/D - Never will forget&lt;br&gt;E/F - Always wanted to break&lt;br&gt;G/H - Never openly mocked&lt;br&gt;I/J - Always have felt dirty before&lt;br&gt;K/L - Will tell the authorities about&lt;br&gt;M/N - Told in my confession today about&lt;br&gt;O/P - Was interviewed by the Times about&lt;br&gt;Q/R - Told my psychiatrist about&lt;br&gt;S/T - Get sick when I think of&lt;br&gt;U/V - Always will try to forget&lt;br&gt;W/X - Am better off without&lt;br&gt;Y/Z - Never liked&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;11. What do you prefer to drink?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Water- Our friendship&lt;br&gt;Beer - Senility&lt;br&gt;Soft drink - A new life as a clone&lt;br&gt;Soda - The incarnation as an eskimo&lt;br&gt;Milk - The apartment building&lt;br&gt;Wine - Cocaine abuse&lt;br&gt;Cider - A passionate interest for mice&lt;br&gt;Juice - Oprah Winfrey imitations&lt;br&gt;Mineral water - Embarrassing rash&lt;br&gt;Hot chocolate - Eggplant-fetishism&lt;br&gt;Whisky - To ruin the second world war&lt;br&gt;Other - To hate the Boston Celtics&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;12. To which country would you prefer to go on a vacation?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thailand - Warm regards&lt;br&gt;USA - Best regards&lt;br&gt;England - Good luck on your short-term leave from jail&lt;br&gt;Spain - Go and drown yourself&lt;br&gt;China - Disgusting regards&lt;br&gt;Germany - With ease&lt;br&gt;Japan - Go burn&lt;br&gt;Greece - Your everlasting enemy&lt;br&gt;Australia - Greetings to your frog Leonard&lt;br&gt;Egypt - Fuck off now&lt;br&gt;France - In pain&lt;br&gt;Other - Greetings to your freaky family &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-5080114052387918876?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/5080114052387918876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=5080114052387918876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5080114052387918876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5080114052387918876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/04/but-i-will.html' title='&amp;quot;Sorry but I will&amp;quot;'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-4720433961542429366</id><published>2008-04-02T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T07:29:45.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just for ONE day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;P&gt;Congrats men! all the efforts are worth it.&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;A lot of things happened this day. I heart this day and at the same time, hate it too for some reasons. I'm satisfied guys for the result of our efforts and cooperation. Good job Lavoi! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/smile.png"&gt;. Keep it up guys. Hope this will continue as we go along our journey.. &lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;Manghuds of ours, did you enjoy our Class Day? Hope so.. Cause me, I really enjoyed it! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt;.. I didn't really expect that Kakko was good in doing the "Limbo rock"..&lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt; Go Kakko! A thumbs up for you man! The games made me awake.niahaha.. I enjoyed watching the guys, Neil, Wyeth, Ernest and of course, Jabert! Jabert-'Papa, what happened to you kanina? You're so sexy man! You're so eepootta..You look like our mama already..niahaha.." And of course, when it comes to food, LAVOI RULES! &lt;IMG src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;/P&gt; &lt;P&gt;While we're playing the "Snake Race" at the gym, I had a bad feeling. I dunno what is it. I'm thinking of my bag na parang there's something bad that will happen. But I have to focus on the game for us to win. But unfortunately, we didn't win by 1 point..ONLY.. weehhh..It's my first time to make "suhot-suhot"..wahaha Then while we're resting, my classmate(I can't remember who she is) told me that someone attempted to open my bag and maybe is going to steal something but it was not his luck cause our classmates caught him. Thanks my dear classmates! But I didn't care cause there's no valuables there. Cellphone is lost already and my money is on my pocket. If he opened it and tried to look for something, it's just a waste of time.. But I still went back to the research park because I don't know.. Someone is telling me to go there.. They already put the things of ours at the chem lab, so I proceed there. I checked my things.. Nothing is lost inside my bag except for...the most important for me, my CLEARANCE! I had headache already because it's so hot and it even get worst when I didn't saw my clearance. My friends maybe didn't notice it but I was already so....urggghhh.. But there's also a feeling inside me that I should not worry too much for my clearance cause for sure somebody would return it to me.. I can't concentrate anymore on the things I'm doing because I'm thinking of my Clearance. Then, when we're already leaving, Stephanie called me.. SHE SAW MY CLEARANCE AND RETURNED IT TO ME!!!!! THANKS STEPH!!!! I was so curious until now why in guard's house? &lt;EM&gt;Pano napunta clearance ko dun? Someone got it and returned to the guard? Who? &lt;/EM&gt;that was already the second time that my clearance got lost. The first time was during our recognition in the morning.. i hope this won't happen again..&lt;/P&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-4720433961542429366?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/4720433961542429366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=4720433961542429366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/4720433961542429366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/4720433961542429366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-for-one-day.html' title='Just for ONE day.'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-8589458497792958810</id><published>2008-03-25T00:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T04:10:25.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization..</title><content type='html'>    I'm a happy person. I always wanna laugh and smile to every people I meet. I want to reach my dreams and goals in life. I'm determined enough to get what I want. But failure strikes me sometimes. I never cared about others feelings as long as I'm happy. I never thought about others nor cared for them, I am living for myself alone. I never wanted to be looked after..I just want freedom in everything that I do. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;     Sometimes I do not hesitate to neglect their feelings as long as my feelings does not get hurt.. I was selfish in a funny kind of way.. I'm a quiet girl who suddenly laughs hard in a dead silence. I laugh even though sometimes I hurt someones feelings and never really totally cared if he/she will hate me or not.. i am selfish, i am numb and insenisitive.. and now.. I realize that it si not all about me.. There were a lot of people surrounding me that i could hurt every time i'm just thinking of my self, my HAPPINESS. I thought what was important is that I am happy always, but now I realize that it is not all about my happiness nor my desires and satisfaction, nor my dreams and goals... it is not all about me.. I am not alone in this world. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    Regrets? Indeed I have.. I wished that I have been more sensitive of my environment and how I affect the people surrounding me.. of how I can touch their lives and be of inspiration to them.. but all these regrets will stay as they are as long as I know.. for I know that I could not easily change things with just a snap of a finger.. if only I could go back to yesterday...   &lt;p&gt;it is not all about me.. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;the world I have thought that I live does not rotate around the sun only for me, does not give rain only for me, and does not give life only for me.. it is not all about me.. life is not all about me.. I do not want to be alone.. i do not want things to be all about me.. i want to live not for myself.. and be alone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-8589458497792958810?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/8589458497792958810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=8589458497792958810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8589458497792958810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8589458497792958810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/03/realization.html' title='Realization..'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-897485371112328155</id><published>2008-01-18T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T05:16:56.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Your Sleeping Position Says?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;    I saw this in a site and posted it here again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;br&gt;FETAL POSITION: &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.denend92.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5CmOAoKCDYAAEgFyBI1/fetal.jpg?et=hdzObOJfd9ui8yF2aCsceg&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; You are secr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;etly sensitive, but you often put up a front. &lt;br&gt; Shy and priv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;ate, you yearn for security. &lt;br&gt; You take rel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;ationships slowly. &lt;br&gt; You need lots of reassurances before you can trust. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; If you don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; get enough sleep, you are: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;cranky and a big baby. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; It's hard to sleep next to you because: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;You are a light sleeper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; ON YOUR SIDE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are calm and rational person with a good deal of balance in your life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.denend92.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5CkcwoKCDYAABQ89lw1/side.jpg?et=0E%2CtmLTjqozf4EYkf3SoJw&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; Friends consider you to be kind, caring, and truly loyal. &lt;br&gt; You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games. &lt;br&gt; Open to the world, you are not afraid to be yourself. &lt;br&gt; If you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;n't get enough sleep, you are: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Able to cope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; It's hard to sleep next to you because: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a bed hog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;ON YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignleft" src="http://images.denend92.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5CjTQoKCDYAAHW2PB81/back.jpg?et=Az4EFgEyhb6j9bDx4ncZuQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CK:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are confi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;dent and ready to tackle life. &lt;br&gt; You are pretty vain and happy with your physical appearance. &lt;br&gt; You are born to be the center of attention, and you're unhappy on the sidelines. &lt;br&gt; You're always up for trying something new - in and out of bed! &lt;br&gt; If you don't g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;et enough sleep, you: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look like hell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; It's hard to sleep next to you because: &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You toss and turn all night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; ON YOUR STOMACH: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;img class="alignright" src="http://images.denend92.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5Ci-goKCDYAAG3ZAwQ1/th_Girl.jpg?et=61tkOBlr9HcAPXwfzqOkSQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You have a passion for everything - including sleeping. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; Outgoing and brash, you tend to still shock those who know you well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_cphMainContent_lbQuestion"&gt; You tend to be selfish. You are the most likely type to take over the whole bed. &lt;br&gt; You gravitate toward comfort and don't like extreme situations. &lt;br&gt; If you don't get enough sleep, you are: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;n a very bad mood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt; It's hard to sleep next to you because: &lt;span style="font-style: italic; text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;You hug the covers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-897485371112328155?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/897485371112328155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=897485371112328155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/897485371112328155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/897485371112328155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-your-sleeping-position-says.html' title='What Your Sleeping Position Says?'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-84950136201344812</id><published>2008-01-17T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-18T02:52:19.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>10-12-92</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="/photos/hi-res/upload/R5B-dgoKCDYAADHjRDI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Do you share your birthday with anyone famous?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I share my birthday with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh Hutcherson&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Taylor Horn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DAMN!&lt;/span&gt; -I don't know them..I don't have any idea who are they and just like them, they also don't know me and don't have any idea that i also exist in this world. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt; They were also born on the 12th month of October, same year as mine. I was just curious who are they cause I really don't expect that when I visit this site: &lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/OnThisDay?day=12&amp;month=October,"&gt;http://imdb.com/OnThisDay?day=12&amp;month=October,&lt;/a&gt; I'll find someone there who has also same birthday with me. So I had a li'l research of them.hah-hah *laughs*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://denend92.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5B-dgoKCDYAADHjRDI1"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 146px; height: 182px;" class="alignleft" src="http://images.denend92.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5B-dgoKCDYAADHjRDI1/taylor.jpg?et=UpXb%2B6XtEl5bR6OJ3YA1RQ&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As you can see the girl he&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;r&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;e on the upper-left side, that was Taylor Horn. She was a singer-songwriter and actress as well. Whew! At the age of 15, she was so...you know..can't express well. Sorry for this. How I wish I was a&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lso like her who's good in s&lt;a href="http://denend92.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5B-dgoKCDYAADHjRDI1"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inging and can compose a song..hah-hah *kidding*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://denend92.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/R5CC0QoKCDYAAAbd6w41"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 121px; height: 182px;" class="alignright" src="http://images.denend92.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/R5CC0QoKCDYAAAbd6w41/normal_renadurham_001.jpg?et=XkNB5AJzhbwK0UdYY3S3EA&amp;nmid=" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/Derecho/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt=""&gt;How about this guy? Are you familiar with him? ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just knew this guy when I tried to check someone who also the same birthday with me on the same site where I also saw taylor's name and I saw also his name there. Like Taylor, I was also curious of him so I also had a li'l research bout him.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    He wanted to be an actor since he was four years old but he began performing in the early 2000's. &lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-84950136201344812?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/84950136201344812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=84950136201344812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/84950136201344812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/84950136201344812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/10-12-92.html' title='10-12-92'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-6601470827076749674</id><published>2008-01-05T00:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T05:10:52.934-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+one word surveii+</title><content type='html'>one word&lt;br&gt;Message: You.&lt;br&gt;Can.&lt;br&gt;Only.&lt;br&gt;Type.&lt;br&gt;One.&lt;br&gt;Word.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not as easy as you might think.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br&gt;oOo. table&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br&gt;oOo. ♥SAM♥&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br&gt;oOo. short&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br&gt;oOo. best&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br&gt;oOo. miss&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;br&gt;oOo. food-:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br&gt;oOo. forgot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br&gt;oOo. water&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br&gt;oOo. dunno&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Say something about life?&lt;br&gt;oOo. great&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Your ex?&lt;br&gt;oOo. none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Your fear?&lt;br&gt;oOo. many&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13.Where do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;br&gt;oOo. somewhere&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Whom did you hang out with last night?&lt;br&gt;oOo. bro&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. What you're not good at?&lt;br&gt;oOo. dunno&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br&gt;oOo. yepp?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. When you DIE, u'd rather be CREMATED or BURIED?&lt;br&gt;oOo. buried&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Where you grew up?&lt;br&gt;oOo. here&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Last place you've been to?&lt;br&gt;oOo. outside&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br&gt;oOo. clothes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Where are you?&lt;br&gt;oOo. room&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Your pet/s?&lt;br&gt;oOo. none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br&gt;oOo. black&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Your life?&lt;br&gt;oOo. fine&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br&gt;oOo. mixed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Missing?&lt;br&gt;oOo. dad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. What/Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;br&gt;oOo. him&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br&gt;oOo. sold&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br&gt;oOo. type&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Your summer?&lt;br&gt;oOo. soon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31.Your favorite color?&lt;br&gt;oOo. pink&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;br&gt;oOo. kanina&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Last time you cried?&lt;br&gt;oOo. forgot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. School?&lt;br&gt;oOo. monday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;REPOST THIS as:&lt;br&gt;1 word survey!  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-6601470827076749674?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/6601470827076749674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=6601470827076749674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/6601470827076749674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/6601470827076749674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-word-surveii.html' title='+one word surveii+'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-2856468263878242411</id><published>2008-01-04T23:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T04:52:32.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>-sUrVey-</title><content type='html'>1. So what will we call you?&lt;br&gt;~ i prefer dhenz&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. And how young might you be?&lt;br&gt;~ fifteen&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Who sleeps in the same house as you?&lt;br&gt;~ mom, bro, cousin, tito&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Suppose you see your boyfriend/girlfriend kissing another person, what would you do?&lt;br&gt;~ don't have one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. you got a free trip, South America or North Korea?&lt;br&gt;~ south america&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. What would you do if a teacher of the opposite sex hit on you?&lt;br&gt;~ whoa!what's d problem?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Right now do you prefer a strawberry milkshake or a banana cupcake?&lt;br&gt;~ strawberry milkshake&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Is your phone within a meter radius of you?&lt;br&gt;~ Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Wait, are you a guy or a chick?&lt;br&gt;~ chick?-:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. What are you wearing?&lt;br&gt;~ shirt and jeans&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. What color is the thing you are sitting on right now?&lt;br&gt;~ yellow na may gray&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Are you doing this just because you're bored?&lt;br&gt;~ yeah, absolutely!.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. What is bothering you right now?&lt;br&gt;~ dunno&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Who do you think you're going to spend New Year's with?&lt;br&gt;~ Family&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Will you be kissed at midnight?&lt;br&gt;~ No..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. I'll betcha miss someone right now?&lt;br&gt;~ Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Can you type over 60 words per minute?&lt;br&gt;~ maybe.i'll try&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Are you tall?&lt;br&gt;~ nope.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. McDonalds or KFC?&lt;br&gt;~ KFC.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Krispy Kreme, Donut King or Wendy's?&lt;br&gt;~ hmmm...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. What color is your hair?&lt;br&gt;~ black or dark brown?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. What is your favorite color?&lt;br&gt;~ Pink, Blue, Green&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Is there a high chance of you going out to the movies soon?&lt;br&gt;~ yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Do you have cancer or diabetes?&lt;br&gt;~ none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. How smart do you think you are?&lt;br&gt;~ dunno&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Can you surf?&lt;br&gt;~ internet surf only.-:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Are you easily scared by horror/thriller films?&lt;br&gt;~ nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. If you were given $100, would you spend it, or save it?&lt;br&gt;~ save it&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. If there was a large spider in the room, would you stay?&lt;br&gt;~ maybe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. What time is it?&lt;br&gt;~ 8:49&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. What do you wear to bed?&lt;br&gt;~ it depends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. Would you ever become a vegetarian or even vegan?&lt;br&gt;~ vegetarian?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Where are you right now?&lt;br&gt;~ Room&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. What is your desktop picture?&lt;br&gt;~ dunno what's this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;37. Can you swim well?&lt;br&gt;~ nope, don't knoe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;38. Do you shop for clothes?&lt;br&gt;~ Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;39. Where do you think your crush is right now?&lt;br&gt;~ work?home?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;40. And what is he/she doing?&lt;br&gt;~ taping, watching tv, eating or maybe sleeping already&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Do you believe in ghosts?&lt;br&gt;~ sometimes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. Would you rather go to Tokyo or PAris?&lt;br&gt;~ Paris&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;43. How about Melbourne or Rome?&lt;br&gt;~ Rome&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;44. Do you have a guitar in your house?&lt;br&gt;~ none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;45. Are you listening to music right now?&lt;br&gt;~ Nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. Who else is in the room with you?&lt;br&gt;~ mom&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;47. Who is the last person you called?&lt;br&gt;~ i forgot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;48. what will you gonna do next?&lt;br&gt;~ watch tv?  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-2856468263878242411?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/2856468263878242411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=2856468263878242411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2856468263878242411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2856468263878242411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/survey.html' title='-sUrVey-'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-84389576009119019</id><published>2008-01-04T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:21:21.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*bored*</title><content type='html'>50 ODD things about you! If you opened this, FILL IT OUT! Learn 50 things bout your friends, and let them learn 50 things about you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Do you like cheese?&lt;br&gt;yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Have you ever smoked?&lt;br&gt;nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Are you a chainsmoker/changesmoker?&lt;br&gt;nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Your favorite song?&lt;br&gt;Even If&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?&lt;br&gt;yes!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. What do you think of hotdogs?&lt;br&gt;yummy.-:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Favorite Christmas song?&lt;br&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning?&lt;br&gt;milk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Can you do push ups?&lt;br&gt;nope.&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/sad.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Favorite super-hero?&lt;br&gt;spiderman&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?&lt;br&gt;none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Favorite hobby?&lt;br&gt;internet surfing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Secret weapon to get the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;None&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Whats one trait you hate about yourself?&lt;br&gt;moody&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Middle Name?&lt;br&gt;Delfin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment&lt;br&gt;food, sleep, dream&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday?&lt;br&gt;none,none,none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?&lt;br&gt;water, juice, milk&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Current hate?&lt;br&gt;none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Favorite place/s?&lt;br&gt;house&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. How will you bring in the New Year?&lt;br&gt;Sleep^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Where would you like to go?&lt;br&gt;in my bed.-:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Name three people who will complete this and return?&lt;br&gt;IDK; IDK &amp; IDK&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Do you own doll shoes?&lt;br&gt;yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. What color of shirt are you wearing?&lt;br&gt;purple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;29. Can you whistle?&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Favorite color/s?&lt;br&gt;pink,blue,green&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Would you like to be a pirate?&lt;br&gt;Yeah!pirates!-:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. What songs do you sing in the shower room?&lt;br&gt;Hanggang Tingin, Even If, Stay the same, I'll Find Your heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Favorite girl's name?&lt;br&gt;Daniella&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. Favorite boy's name?&lt;br&gt;Sammy&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. What's in your pocket right now?&lt;br&gt;None&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. Last thing that made you laugh?&lt;br&gt;Sam's message to jokester concepcion.haha-:))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;37. best bed sheets as a child?&lt;br&gt;can't remember.lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;38. Worst injury you've ever had?&lt;br&gt;it happened wen i was 6 yrs old&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;39. Do you love where you live?&lt;br&gt;Yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;40. How many computers do you have in your house?&lt;br&gt;only one&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Who is your loudest friend?&lt;br&gt;huh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. How many dogs do you have?&lt;br&gt;none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;43. Does someone have a crush on you?&lt;br&gt;dunno.none i guess&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;45. What is your favorite book?&lt;br&gt;many&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. What is your favorite candy?&lt;br&gt;many&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;47. Favorite Sports Teams?&lt;br&gt;none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;48. What song do you want played at your funeral?&lt;br&gt;don't have plan yet&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;49. What were you doing 12 AM last night?&lt;br&gt;Sleeping&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;50. What is the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br&gt;my proposal!uh-oh!still don't have one.-:((  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-84389576009119019?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/84389576009119019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=84389576009119019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/84389576009119019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/84389576009119019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/bored.html' title='*bored*'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-3202023131672230936</id><published>2008-01-04T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T08:01:15.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 2 things</title><content type='html'>Top 2 things found in your wallet as always:&lt;br&gt;♣ money&lt;br&gt;♣ pictures&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 things to do when i'm sad:&lt;br&gt;♣ be alone&lt;br&gt;♣ stay in my room and sleep&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2 songs you can listen to again and again:&lt;br&gt;♣ stay the same&lt;br&gt;♣ i'll find your heart&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 reasons to watch tv:&lt;br&gt;♣ i'm bored&lt;br&gt;♣ i like someone in the show&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 places Id want to visit 10 yrs. from now:&lt;br&gt;♣ paris&lt;br&gt;♣ korea&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 favorite food:&lt;br&gt;♣ pasta&lt;br&gt;♣ pizza&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 favorite snacks:&lt;br&gt;♣ chocolates&lt;br&gt;♣ any sweets..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 favorite things to do:&lt;br&gt;♣ internet surfing&lt;br&gt;♣ daydreaming.lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 favorite places:&lt;br&gt;♣ house&lt;br&gt;♣ church&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 movies I could watch over and over:&lt;br&gt;♣ narnia&lt;br&gt;♣ harry potter&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 things/people you cant live without:&lt;br&gt;♣ family&lt;br&gt;♣ friends&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 colors you want:&lt;br&gt;♣ pink&lt;br&gt;♣ green&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 u do b4 u sleep:&lt;br&gt;♣ take a shower&lt;br&gt;♣ pray&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 u do when u wake-up:&lt;br&gt;♣ take a bath&lt;br&gt;♣ eat my breakfast&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;top 2 u always do everyday:&lt;br&gt;♣ eat&lt;br&gt;♣ sleep  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-3202023131672230936?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/3202023131672230936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=3202023131672230936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/3202023131672230936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/3202023131672230936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/top-2-things.html' title='Top 2 things'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-256928524482341867</id><published>2008-01-04T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:53:16.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Honest  Survey</title><content type='html'> Honest Survey&lt;br&gt;1. Honestly what color is your shirt?&lt;br&gt;+ purple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Honestly, whats on your mind?&lt;br&gt;+ project proposal gypun&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Honestly, what are you doing right now?&lt;br&gt;+ obviously answering this&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Honestly, have you ever been in love?&lt;br&gt;+  dunnoo..wat do u think?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Honestly, have you done something bad today?&lt;br&gt;+ maybe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Honestly, do you watch disney channel?&lt;br&gt;+ yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Honestly, who is the last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br&gt;+ nikka&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Honestly, are you jealous of somebody right now?&lt;br&gt;+ nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Honestly, what makes you mad most of the time?&lt;br&gt;+ mad? dunnoo..don't want to be mad..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Honestly, do you bite your nails?&lt;br&gt;+ yeah.lol&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Honestly, do you use anyone?&lt;br&gt;+ use for wat?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Honestly, do you want to see someone this very moment?&lt;br&gt;+ nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Honestly, do you have a friend you dont like?&lt;br&gt;+ maybe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Honestly? do you love someone very much?&lt;br&gt;+ yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Honestly, does anyone like you?&lt;br&gt;+ maybe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DIFFERENT EMOTIONS SURVEY&lt;br&gt;*Anger Section*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. What do you do when you're mad?&lt;br&gt;+ keep quiet, sleep or eat..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. Whats the worst thing you've done when you were mad?&lt;br&gt;+ can't remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Ever made anyone cry when you were mad?&lt;br&gt;+ dunno&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Do you swear when you're mad?&lt;br&gt;+ dunno.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. When was the last time you really cried?&lt;br&gt;+ can't remember&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. Ever cried yourself to sleep?&lt;br&gt;+ yeah.most of the time&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. What usually makes you cry?&lt;br&gt;+ my dad.*miss him*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Are you normally a happy person?&lt;br&gt;+ yeah,i guess dat sometimes mistaken as.........&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Does being with your friends makes you happy?&lt;br&gt;+ yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. When people say they think you are good looking/handsome, do you get happy?&lt;br&gt;+ yes&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now repost this saying "The Honest&lt;br&gt;Survey"  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-256928524482341867?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/256928524482341867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=256928524482341867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/256928524482341867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/256928524482341867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/honest-survey.html' title='The Honest  Survey'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-5193521481676135329</id><published>2008-01-04T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T07:29:29.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>40 Secrets About Myself</title><content type='html'> 40 Secrets About Yourself. Be honest no matter WHAT!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[One] Who was your last text from?&lt;br&gt;◘ inday&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Two ] Where was your default picture taken?&lt;br&gt;◘ living room..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Three ] What's your middle initial?&lt;br&gt;◘ D&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Four] Your current mood is?&lt;br&gt;◘ mixed..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Five] Does your crush like you back?&lt;br&gt;◘ nope i think..obviously..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Six] What is your sister's name?&lt;br&gt;◘ don't have one..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Seven] What's your mom's name?&lt;br&gt;◘ nenita&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Eight] Color of the shirt you are wearing?&lt;br&gt;◘ purple&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Ten] If you could go back in time and change something, would you?&lt;br&gt;◘ yeah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Eleven] Have a crazy side?&lt;br&gt;◘ yupp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twelve] Ever had a near death experience?&lt;br&gt;◘ yeah i guess.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirteen] Something you do a lot?&lt;br&gt;◘ internet surfing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Fourteen] Angry at anyone?&lt;br&gt;◘ nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Fifteen ] Who can you tell anything to?&lt;br&gt;◘ my cousin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Sixteen] Name someone with the same birthday as you?&lt;br&gt;◘ nong joseph, jm, eunice, etc..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Seventeen] When was the last time you cried?&lt;br&gt;◘ december 30.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Eighteen] Who would you do anything for?&lt;br&gt;◘ someone worthy of that&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twenty ] What's the first thing you would notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;◘ hair&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twenty-four] Favorite TV show?&lt;br&gt;◘ many&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twenty -five] Do you still watch kiddy movies or tv shows?&lt;br&gt;◘ yeah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twenty -six] What are you eating or drinking at the moment?&lt;br&gt;◘ nothing&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twenty- seven] Do you speak another language?&lt;br&gt;◘ yupp&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twenty- eight] What's your favorite smell?&lt;br&gt;◘ mild only&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Twenty-nine] Describe your life in one word?&lt;br&gt;◘ wonderful?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty] Have you ever kissed with someone in the rain?&lt;br&gt;◘ nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty -one] Ever kissed on the beach?&lt;br&gt;◘ nope&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty- two] What are you thinking about right now?&lt;br&gt;◘ project proposal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty -three] What should you be doing?&lt;br&gt;◘ searching for a proposal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty-four] Who was the last person that made you upset/angry?&lt;br&gt;◘ my brother&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty-five] What are you listening to?&lt;br&gt;◘ none&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty - six] Do you like working in the yard?&lt;br&gt;◘ not really&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty- seven] If you could have any last name in the world, what would it be?&lt;br&gt;◘ concepcion?&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/teeth.png"&gt; jk!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty-eight] Do you act differently around the person you like?&lt;br&gt;◘ kinda&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Thirty-nine] What is your natural hair color?&lt;br&gt;◘ black or dark brown?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;[Forty] Who was the last person who make you cry?&lt;br&gt;◘ no one   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-5193521481676135329?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/5193521481676135329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=5193521481676135329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5193521481676135329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5193521481676135329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/40-secrets-about-myself.html' title='40 Secrets About Myself'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-2706755317214511934</id><published>2008-01-03T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T07:40:29.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush Signs, For Girls and Guys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I just saw this in someone's blog while I'm doing my research and so I posted it also here..^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For Girls&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1. She makes eye contact and smiles at you.&lt;br&gt; 2. She calls you for homework…A LOT.&lt;br&gt; 3. She flips her hair when she’s talking to you.&lt;br&gt; 4. She touches your arm when she talks to you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 5. She says, “No, I’m not telling you who I like!” with a big smile on her face.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 6. She asks you who you like, or who you would go out with seemingly interest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; 7. When you go to the movies with a bunch of your friends and she is almost always next to you.&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 8. She criticizes you on a girl you like.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; 9. She knows your WHOLE family’s name(including your dog).&lt;br&gt; 10. She knows stuff about you like your birthday, eye color, favorite color, screen name, favorite food, favorite band, what music you like, and favorite sport.&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 11. Her friends outside of school and in school know about you, and says she talks about you a lot.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; 12. She knows your phone number and address.&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 13. She will try and talk, and spend time with you as much as possible.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;For Guys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;. His snow ball hits you(but not in the face).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; 2. He threw away his laser pointer after you told him you think they promote random acts of violence.&lt;br&gt; 3. After asking you to sign his year book, he wrote, “How come we never hang out?” in yours.&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 4. He yelled, “Hi!” to your mom that day she picked you up from school.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; 5. He blew off his buds to go see Run Away Bride with&lt;br&gt; you because you couldn’t get another friend to go and didn’t want to go alone.&lt;br&gt; 6. Forgot your gloves? He let you wear his.&lt;br&gt; 7. His voice gets softer whenever you two talk.&lt;br&gt; 8. You hung up on him; he called you back.&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 9. You where invited by him to a group outting.&lt;br&gt; 10. He called you to talk about nothing at all.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 11. He imitates your laugh(okay, you do snort sometimes, which makes you laugheven harder).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 12. He remembers little things you mention in a casual conversation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;strong style="font-weight: normal;"&gt; 13. He sometimes stares straight into your eyes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-2706755317214511934?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/2706755317214511934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=2706755317214511934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2706755317214511934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2706755317214511934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/crush-signs-for-girls-and-guys.html' title='Crush Signs, For Girls and Guys'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-3790011118358645615</id><published>2008-01-03T02:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T07:26:56.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Girls, Bad Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Good girls say "thanks for a wonderful  			dinner"...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls say, "what's for breakfast?"&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls never go after another girl's man...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls go after him AND his brother.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls wear white cotton panties...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls don't wear any.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls wax their floors...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls wax their bikini lines.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls loosen a few buttons when it's hot...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls make it hot by loosening a few buttons.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls make chicken for dinner...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls make reservations.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls blush during bedrooms scenes in movies...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls know they could do better.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls never consider sleeping with the boss...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls never do either, unless he's very, very rich.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls believe you're not fully dressed without a strand of  			pearls...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls believe that you are fully dressed with JUST a strand of  			pearls.&lt;br&gt; 			&lt;br&gt; 			Good girls love Italian food...&lt;br&gt; 			Bad girls love Italian waiters.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-3790011118358645615?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/3790011118358645615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=3790011118358645615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/3790011118358645615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/3790011118358645615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/good-girls-bad-girls.html' title='Good Girls, Bad Girls'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-5798826844156822963</id><published>2008-01-03T02:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T07:22:21.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Are you tired of those asinine "friendship"  			poems with decent intentions, but never actually come close to  			reality? Well, here's a collection of promises that actually speak  			of true friendship.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;1. When you are sad - I will help you get  			drunk and plot revenge against the sorry bastard who made you sad.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge  			whatever is choking you.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;3. When you smile - I will know you finally  			got laid.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;4. When you are scared - I will rag on you  			about it every chance I get.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;5. When you are worried - I will tell you  			horrible stories about how much worse it could be until you quit  			whining.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;6. When you are confused - I will use little  			words.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;7. When you are sick - Stay the hell away from  			me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;8. When you fall - I will point and laugh at  			your clumsy ass.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 			&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;Friendship is like pissing your pants,  			everyone can see it, but only you can feel the warmth.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-5798826844156822963?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/5798826844156822963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=5798826844156822963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5798826844156822963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5798826844156822963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/real-friends.html' title='Real Friends'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-5426051814413970070</id><published>2008-01-03T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T06:29:26.737-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Joke* - Jack and Jill Rhyme</title><content type='html'> Jack and Jill went up the hill to smoke some marijuana, &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Jack got high, &lt;br&gt;pulled down his fly, &lt;br&gt;and asked Jill if she wanna. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Jill said yes, &lt;br&gt;pulled up her dress, &lt;br&gt;and had a little fun. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;But stupid Jill forgot the pill, &lt;br&gt;and now they have a son&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-5426051814413970070?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/5426051814413970070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=5426051814413970070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5426051814413970070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/5426051814413970070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/joke-jack-and-jill-rhyme.html' title='*Joke* - Jack and Jill Rhyme'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-9152769599221270467</id><published>2008-01-03T01:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T06:17:20.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play with words</title><content type='html'>DORMITORY:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br&gt;DIRTY ROOM&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;PRESBYTERIAN:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;BEST IN PRAYER&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;ASTRONOMER:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;MOON STARER&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;DESPERATION:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;A ROPE ENDS IT&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;THE EYES:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;THEY SEE &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;GEORGE BUSH:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;HE BUGS GORE&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;THE MORSE CODE:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;HERE COME DOTS&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;SLOT MACHINES:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;CASH LOST IN ME&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;ANIMOSITY:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;IS NO AMITY &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;ELECTION RESULTS:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;LIES - LET'S RECOUNT&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;MOTHER-IN-LAW:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;WOMAN HITLER&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;SNOOZE ALARMS:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;ALAS! NO MORE Z 'S&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;A DECIMAL POINT:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;IM A DOT IN PLACE&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;THE EARTHQUAKES:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters:&lt;br&gt;THAT QUEER SHAKE&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;AND FOR THE GRAND FINALE:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ELEVEN PLUS TWO:&lt;br&gt;When you rearrange the letters: &lt;br&gt;TWELVE PLUS ONE&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-9152769599221270467?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/9152769599221270467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=9152769599221270467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/9152769599221270467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/9152769599221270467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/play-with-words.html' title='Play with words'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-1563071204155746267</id><published>2008-01-02T20:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:42:15.922-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have 10 guy traits and 8 girl traits..</title><content type='html'>&lt;font face="Georgia" size="2"&gt;YOUR GUY SIDE:&lt;br&gt;[x] You like hoodies.&lt;br&gt;[x] You like jeans.&lt;br&gt;[x] Dogs are better than cats.&lt;br&gt;[  ] It's hilarious when people get hurt.&lt;br&gt;[x] You've played with/against boys on a team.&lt;br&gt;[  ] Shopping is torture.&lt;br&gt;[  ] Sad movies suck.&lt;br&gt;[  ] You own/ed an X-Box.&lt;br&gt;[x] Played with HotWheels cars as a kid.&lt;br&gt;[  ] At some point in time you wanted to be a firefighter.&lt;br&gt;[  ] You own/ed a DS, PS/ps2, game boy, Sega.&lt;br&gt;[  ] You used to be obsessed with Power Rangers.&lt;br&gt;[x] You watch sports on TV&lt;br&gt;[x] Vampire movies rock.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You go to your dad for advice.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You own like a trillion baseball caps.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You like going to high school games.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You used to/do collect football cards.&lt;br&gt;[   ] Baggy pants are cool to wear.&lt;br&gt;[   ] It's kinda weird to have sleepovers with a bunch of people.&lt;br&gt;[x] Green, black, red, blue, or silver are one of your favorite colors.&lt;br&gt;[x] You love to go crazy and not care what people think.&lt;br&gt;[   ] Sports are fun&lt;br&gt;[x] Talk/ed with food in your mouth.&lt;br&gt;[   ] Sleep with your socks on at night.&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;YOUR GIRL SIDE:&lt;br&gt;[x] You wear lip &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;gloss&lt;/span&gt;/stick. &lt;br&gt;[  ] You love to shop.&lt;br&gt;[  ] You wear eyeliner.&lt;br&gt;[x] You wear the color pink.&lt;br&gt;[   ] Go to your mom for advice.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You consider cheerleading a sport.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You hate wearing the color black.&lt;br&gt;[x] You like hanging out at the mall. &lt;br&gt;[   ] You like getting manicures and/or pedicures.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You like wearing jewelry. (Earrings. Necklaces.)&lt;br&gt;[   ] Skirts are a big part of your wardrobe.&lt;br&gt;[   ] Shopping is one of your favorite hobbies.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You don't like the movie Star Wars.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You were in gymnastics/dance. (Dance. :D )&lt;br&gt;[   ] It takes you more one hour to shower,get dressed,and make-up.&lt;br&gt;[x] You smile a lot more than you should.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You have more than 10 pairs of shoes.&lt;br&gt;[x] You care about what you look like.&lt;br&gt;[   ] You like wearing dresses when you can.&lt;br&gt;[x] You like wearing body spray/perfume.&lt;br&gt;[x] You love the movies.&lt;br&gt;[x] Used to play with dolls as little kid.&lt;br&gt;[  ] Like putting make-up on someone else for the joy/joke of it.&lt;br&gt;[ ] Like being the star of every thing.&lt;br&gt;TOTAL: 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Repost this as I have __ guy traits and __ girl traits..&lt;/font&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-1563071204155746267?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/1563071204155746267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=1563071204155746267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1563071204155746267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1563071204155746267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-have-10-guy-traits-and-8-girl-traits.html' title='I have 10 guy traits and 8 girl traits..'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-6187718122993723787</id><published>2007-12-27T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T02:06:20.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Girls/Guys Flirt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HOW GIRLS FLIRT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.She calls you by your full name not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;just a nick name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. She hits you softly on the arm and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;laughs when you say something funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. She flips her hair when she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. She touches your arm when she talks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. She says, "No, I'm not telling you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;who I like!" with a big smile on her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. She asks you who you like or who you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;would go out with seemingly interested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. When you go to the movies with a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;bunch of your friends and she is almost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;always next to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. She criticizes you on a girl you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. You catch her staring at you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. She plays with your hair or tries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;put make up on you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. Her friends outside of school and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;school know about you, and says she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;talks about you a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. She knows your phone number and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;address. ( stalker much? )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. She will try and talk, and spend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;time with you as much as possible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153); font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;HOW GUYS FLIRT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;1. He stares at you alot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;2. He hits you alot. (just play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hitting )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;3. He uses the first thing that pops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;into his head to start a converstaion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;4. He yelled, "Hi!", to your mum that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;day she picked you up from school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;5. He blew off his buds to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;see "Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Sugar" with you cuz you couldn't get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;another girl pal to go and didn't want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;to go alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;6. He tries to make you laugh anyway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;even if he gets hurt in the process&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;7. His voice gets softer when ever you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;two talk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;8. You hung up on him. He called you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;9. You were invited by him to a group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;outing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;10. He called you to talk about nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;11. He imitates your laugh. OK, you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;laugh PRETTY LOUD. Which makes you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;laugh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;even harder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;12. He remembers little things you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;mention in casual conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;13. He sometimes stares straight into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;14. He uses every possible way to touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you (your hair, face, thighs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;KNEES,ect.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-6187718122993723787?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/6187718122993723787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=6187718122993723787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/6187718122993723787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/6187718122993723787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/12/how-girlsguys-flirt.html' title='How Girls/Guys Flirt?'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-8523535487001138333</id><published>2007-12-22T02:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:13:56.445-08:00</updated><title type='text'>=sAd aNd sWeEt QuOtEs=</title><content type='html'>A grL taLkin 2 her guy:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;GirL: i wnt 2 grow oLd n a prOvince, stay n a big hauz w/ a beautifuL garden fiLLed with fLowers. How bout u, wr do u wnt 2 grow oLd?&lt;br&gt;Guy: bsyd u..=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;gf n bf met an accident..bf survived, gf died..gf beg 4 a 2nd Lyf coz she Luv her bf vry much..rquest granted..Livin n anoder body, gf met her bf again..dey wer dating den her bf said.."Know wat..ur actions seems familiar..ur Lyk 1 of my gurLz i usd 2 pLay w/..but duh..she's now dead coz of my pLan.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Der was a TREE hu witnesd true Luv thru a prmis dat had carved on it.. After 10 yrs, d girL wnt back 2 c if it's stiL der &amp; was surprised coz d boy was aLso der.. So dey taLk &amp; shared deir xperiences.. Aftr few mins, an old Lady passing by askd her.."hu's dat?".."d 1 i luv" she replyd. "u're joking. u're talking 2 urself.. Dnt u knw dt der's a lost soul hir? A guy was kiLLed hir 4 saving dat tree against loggers!" She lukd at d guy den d guy said.."I'm hir 2 fulfil our promiz.."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A hart-breaking story..d exGF confronts d exBF.&lt;br&gt;exGF: "how dare u play our song in ur wedding ceremony?..how dare u pick my favorite color as ur motif?..how dare u chus our aniv date as ur wedding date?..how dare u luk at me b4 u kis ur wyf??!"&lt;br&gt;d exBF breaks down &amp; cry..&lt;br&gt;exBF: "bcoz datz d last &amp; only way i cud pretend dat u're my wife"...=(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;------------------------------------------------- &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;One day, a girL askd her boyfrnd 2 buy a ring 4 her bday. unfortunately, d boy gv her a love story buk nstd of a ring! Dn d grl throw dat buk away! Soon, she raisd hr own family &amp; yrs hv pasd, hr l8 fiance died n a plnecrash. she went 2 d funeral &amp; surprcngly fnd d buk she refusd 2 rcv wn he gve 8. as she went on d pgs of d buk, she noticd dat 8 was deir luvs2ry,. at d end of 8 sez "p.s. after u rid dis buk, go 2 d tree wev olwez stay, il w8 4 u 2 wear dis ring i hv.iluvu."&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A SAD &amp; MEAN STORY:&lt;br&gt;1s dr wr lovrz, n d pas few days dy always quareld cz of m'understanding. 1 day, d guy nvtd hr gf 2 hz hauz.. Nsyd d rum, d guy sd: "f u rli luv me, gve me wt i wnt." D grl kiz hr bf imed8ly &amp; surndrd hr virgnty 2 hr bf..After dt, d bf sd, "im nt yt finishd talking a wyl ago, wt i wnt s a break up cz of our m'undrztndngs! Anyway thnx 4 mkng me hapi, i enjoyd &amp; lovd 8..Bt im sory cz i hve 2 sy Gudbye!=(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A sweet quote frm an 8 yr old boy:&lt;br&gt;Love&lt;br&gt;is when i can't pay attention in class bcoz i am too busy writing her first name..&lt;br&gt;..w/ my last..=)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-8523535487001138333?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/8523535487001138333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=8523535487001138333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8523535487001138333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8523535487001138333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/12/sad-and-sweet-quotes.html' title='=sAd aNd sWeEt QuOtEs='/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-4506563152524395260</id><published>2007-12-22T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T06:47:32.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+quOtes+</title><content type='html'>To someone:&lt;br&gt;"should i smile because we're friends?&lt;br&gt;or&lt;br&gt;should i be sad because dat's all we'll ever be?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;d rain rminds me of him..&lt;br&gt;how cold he is, how gloomy he made me feel, how much tears i shed bcoz of him, how much damage he caused &amp; how stupid i am 4 stiL wnting d Rain..=(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In life, there are 4 things u can't get back..&lt;br&gt;-The stone...&lt;br&gt;    ...after the throw&lt;br&gt;-The word...&lt;br&gt;    ...after it's said&lt;br&gt;-The action...&lt;br&gt;    ...after it's done&lt;br&gt;-&amp; the time...&lt;br&gt;    ...after it has passed&lt;br&gt;So be careful of what u throw, of what u speak, of what u do, &amp; of what u let pass by..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;y is it easy 2 fall inluv n yet so hard 2 be luvd back?&lt;br&gt;y shud i fiL such if destiny permits me not?&lt;br&gt;y do i hav 2 faLL if its u i cnt hav?&lt;br&gt;y is der a "YOU" n "ME" but never "ME" n  "YOU"?.. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-4506563152524395260?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/4506563152524395260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=4506563152524395260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/4506563152524395260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/4506563152524395260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/12/quotes.html' title='+quOtes+'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-1324007893268847561</id><published>2007-11-25T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T05:32:57.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>="ReCoLLecTiOn"=</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    What is recollection?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    When we hear the word &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"recollection"&lt;/span&gt;, there are a lot of things coming in our minds. Some wud think dat recollection means the power of retaining and recalling past experiences.  Or maybe an act or instance of remembering. Well recollection simply means the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;process of gathering again&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Well, yesterday, we had our recollection in school, the 3rd year/Junior students of CapizNHS. Dey told us 2 be der at exactly 7:00 a.m. or b4 dat but i woke up late yesterday.:)) Actually, not dat late, 'bout 6:30?..hehe Den i already arrived @ d skuL abt 7:30 already. I thought I was already late but wen I arrived @ d skuL, sum of my classmates were already der but the seminarians were not yet there so we still waited for dem. Then when dey arrived, we get inside d rum of II-SOF. We used their rum during our recollection. Bro. Michael Vasquez was assigned 2 us and  Brother Lynus . They were nice nman and Bro. Vasquez was really a good speaker. Actually I already met him last summer during d catechesis bcuz he was assigned @ d Mt. Carmel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Then Brother Michael told us 2 introduce first ourselves, first our name, d fruit (we want 2 be called 4 dat day), and adjective. I chose Lemon bcuz, i dunno..-:)) I just remembered d flavor of my medicine I tuk b4 d recollection starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Our topic was 'bout &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"LOVE"&lt;/span&gt;..whew!der r different kinds of Love, Love for d family, Love for God, etc... den, after dat dey gave us break first for bout 20 min?..bsta we came back at 10:30.. den wen we cme back, we started sharing.. wuahhh...i was d 2nd person 2 share, first was Green.. i dunno y i cried..I'm not suppose 2 cry but wen i started speaking already though it's only short, i cried.. den after i shared, i luk at my classmates, dey're already crying also.. i started d crying mode..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After d lecture, sharing and crying, we had our lunch break and went back at 1:15..but b4 we started 4 our afternoon session, we played first.hehe,  den Bro. Michael told us to get inside already..den we start crying again bcuz of d music Bro. Lynus played and d story dat Bro. Michael read to us..haiiz, we cried for bout an hour.. We already ended at about quarter to 3?.. We have already eyebugs!wuahhh.. its so painful.. Then we took picture2 b4 d mass w/ Bro. Michael and Bro. Lynus.  We're still vain.hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I'm so glad dat God sent us those 2 brothers as a way to change our lives.  Bcuz of d recollection, we realized and learned a lot of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on down" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_JustifyCenter" title="Align Center" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 11);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aLways remember guyz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Love is God"   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Created&lt;/span&gt; us,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Saved &lt;/span&gt;us, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sanctified &lt;/span&gt;us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Love each other as you love yourseLf"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-1324007893268847561?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/1324007893268847561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=1324007893268847561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1324007893268847561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/1324007893268847561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/11/recollection.html' title='=&quot;ReCoLLecTiOn&quot;='/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-579280493463486496</id><published>2007-11-24T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T02:34:48.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+StOry oF a giRL+</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;hey guys!hav u heard d song "Story of a Girl" by Nine Days?..&lt;br /&gt;la lng..hehe, just lyk dis song..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, here's d lyrics of d song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how many days in a year&lt;br /&gt;She woke up with hope&lt;br /&gt;But she only found tears&lt;br /&gt;And I can be so insincere&lt;br /&gt;Making her promises never for real&lt;br /&gt;As long as she stands there waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the holes in the soles of her shoes&lt;br /&gt;Now how many days disappear&lt;br /&gt;When you look in the mirror&lt;br /&gt;So how do you choose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now how many lovers would stay&lt;br /&gt;Just to put up with this&lt;br /&gt;Every day and all day&lt;br /&gt;Now how did we wind up this way&lt;br /&gt;Watching our mouths for the words that we say&lt;br /&gt;As long as we stand here waiting&lt;br /&gt;Wearing the clothes or the soles that we choose&lt;br /&gt;Now how do we get there today&lt;br /&gt;When we're walking too far for the price of our shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Guitar solo]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well your clothes never wear as well the next day&lt;br /&gt;And your hair never falls in quite the same way&lt;br /&gt;You never seem to run out of things to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a girl&lt;br /&gt;Who's pretty face she hid from the world&lt;br /&gt;and while she looks so sad and lonely there&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of a - girl&lt;br /&gt;Who cried a river and drowned the whole world&lt;br /&gt;And while she looked so sad in photographs&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love her&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles&lt;br /&gt;When she smiles!&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/6878697610236848147-579280493463486496?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/579280493463486496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=579280493463486496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/579280493463486496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/579280493463486496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/11/story-of-girl.html' title='+StOry oF a giRL+'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-6765973711560859245</id><published>2007-11-23T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:40.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Diary From A Guy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bQUDYf3cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0dFTqUw9isQ/s1600-h/3786415315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 129px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bQUDYf3cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0dFTqUw9isQ/s320/3786415315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136021467986648514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*January 2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    Do you still remember the first time we met? It was the                        first day in school. I was hurriedly entering the school                        gate when I bumped into you as you stepped out of a luxurious                        Volvo. The books you were holding fell all over the ground.                        I quickly picked up the books and returned them to you along                        with words of apology, but all you showed me was your intimidating                        look. My first impression of you was that you were a willful                        girl born with a golden stingy in the mouth. I had rejected                        you completely and had hoped not to meet you again, but                        surprisingly you turned out to be my classmate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;*March 22*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    I started to know more about you as days passed and my                        opinion of you changed for the better on each passing day.                        I realized that you were from a wealthy family but definitely                        not a willful girl. You were nice and friendly. You got angry                        that day we first met because I had left a footprint marking                        on the poetry collection you loved dearly. We met often                        during lunch break and I found something in you that was                        different from the rest of the girls - your passion for                        Chinese poetry. Often you would mumble something to yourself.                        Initially, I thought that you were humming a pop song but later I realized that you had been reciting Chinese poems                        from great poets. You were so knowledgeable that you knew                        every poet and which poems they composed. I was very impressed                        indeed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *April 5*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    I met you again in the study area. That day you were reading                        the Chinese classics "Romance of the 3 kingdom".                        Your ability to appreciate Chinese classics left me with                        admiration. You were indeed unique in many ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *May 5*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    From then on, we would often meet in the study area to                        discuss about the good and bad things of the character in                        these Chinese classics. Do you still remember the time when                        we almost broke off because we could not agree on whether                        Jia Bao Yu hurt Lin Dai Yu? Our argument was so fierce that                        we never talked for that week. But when Friday came, we                        still met in the study area and laughed over the incident.                        After which, another argument started.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *Aug 7*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    I could not deny it. It was a feeling I could not identify                        accurately. Whenever you laughed over a joke with other guys,                        that emotion filled my senses. It took me a while before                        identified it. I was in love; the feeling was jealousy.                        I felt the need to express it. But, I was afraid...that                        you would dismiss my feeling, that you and I would be stuck                        in an embarrassing situation, that our long nurtured friendship                        would crumble...therefore, I kept quiet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *Oct 1*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    The news came as a shock to me. I was so worried when I                        learned that you had fainted in the canteen. I was struggling                        to keep my worried face in control as I looked at the ambulance                        that carried you away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *Oct 2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    It was drizzling that day. Our form teacher sadly announced                        that you had got cancer. As she finished her last sentence,                        outside the classroom, it seemed to me that the drizzle                        had turned into a downpour. I could only hear the sound                        of the rain, nothing more. I rushed to NUH ICU to see you                        immediately after lesson. Your face was whitish in colour,                        showing no trace of red. I learnt that you had just undergone                        an operation. The life-support system was just beside you                        with tubes piercing mercilessly into your left wrist. "I                        am all right, it is just a serious case of anemia. Believe                        me, my parents told me that". you said convincingly.                        I knew fully well what you were thinking, you did not want                        me to be worried. "Are you comforting yourself or comforting                        the fears and hopelessness that was written all over my                        face?", I thought to myself. I was not strong enough                        to disagree with you and I nodded my head with a forced                        smile. You responded with a smile too-with great effort.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                    *Oct 5*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    It was a ordinary day but to me, it was an important day.                        I felt an impulse to express my love. I walked over to the                        side of your bed, holding your hand. I told you the story                        of how an ordinary guy fell in love with a girl who likes                        poetry and Chinese classics. As I told my story, my eyes                        started to flood with water, and uncontrollably my voice                        started to choke, and finally I broke into tear But you                        held my head against your body and with watery eyes, said:                        "I understand such a love, so did the girl." I                        returned my eyes to her and at that moment, her tears dropped,                        and for the first time, I saw some redness on her lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *Oct 26*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    It was the last day of examination and I rushed to NUH                        to continue my story. When I reached there, I only saw the                        nurse arranging the bed you once slept on. When I asked                        about you, the nurse told me expressionlessly that you had                        passed away. It was a bolt from the blue for me. I stood                        motionless for a long time. I hated myself for spending                        the last few days preparing for the last examination paper.                        I hated myself for not staying longer the last time I visited                        you. I hated myself so much...but you were gone...... I                        can't remember how I got home that day. When I woke up,                        I was already in my room. The pillow I slept on was wet.                        The next day, I went for the funeral. I heard from your                        father that on the day you passed away, you were still reading                        the Poetry collection I gave you as a gift for your birthday.                        Standing in front of Your portrait, I had no tears, they                        were used up on the day of your death. All I knew was sadness,                        my heart was like shattered into pieces and died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; *Jan 2*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;    A new girl has taken over your seat. She does not like                        poetry, but she likes to hum pop songs. When I asked her                        if she knows Jia Bao Yu, she replied: "What talking                        you." Yes, you were gone. But to me, the seat is still                        unoccupied, and maybe no one will ever occupy it......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;       ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;If u luv sum1, tel dem ryt now b4 its too late. Just lyk d saying "u'll just appreciate the presence of sum1 when dey're already gone."  &lt;/span&gt;Share this story to those you cherish most                        and let them feel their "presence" are important                        as they are part of our lives too!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-6765973711560859245?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/6765973711560859245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=6765973711560859245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/6765973711560859245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/6765973711560859245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/11/diary-from-guy.html' title='&lt;center&gt;A Diary From A Guy&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bQUDYf3cI/AAAAAAAAAAc/0dFTqUw9isQ/s72-c/3786415315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-8103160398397261667</id><published>2007-11-23T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:40.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bRo?..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bLMzYf3bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDa2SACDMSg/s1600-h/denz_me.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 138px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bLMzYf3bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDa2SACDMSg/s320/denz_me.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136015845874458034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" &gt;    Hello guyz! dis is me and my brother! do we luk alike?..nope ryt?..nuh'oh!  According to many pipol, i luk lyk my father wyl my brother luks lyk my grandfather (mother side). well, i think it's true. i cud say dat pipol r also comparing us and i don't lyk it. cud dey just shut up their mouths?.. hhmmpphh... dey wud usually compare us in academics. And i totally hate it. mind ur own business ok?..i admit dat my brother is really good in sports and i'm poor on it. uhmm, not really poor, shall we say, only not good on it just lyk my brother.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" &gt;    People are always mistaken him as my elder brother. U know y?..bcoz of his height and size..i guess?..haha He's taller and bigger than me. He has a father figure also (to me).hehe, dat's y sumtyms i'm also afraid of him..i admit it..tsk,tsk He's only thirteen but sumtyms he's making "sermon2" to me just lyk a father or older than me even though i'm older than him.haha, try 2 imagine him!he's so funny!ahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" &gt;If he's not mistaken as my brother, he's mistaken as m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" &gt;y boyfriend.."daw"^^ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" &gt;If my brother hates me, he just calls me by my name.haha He's so funny dat's y everytym he calls me denen, i call him "manoy!" (elder brother) and i guess he enjoys it wen  i'm calling him "manoy".haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" &gt;We also quarrel lyk d other brothers and sisters but not too often.^^  He's a very nice brother though i also hate him sumtyms. But i'm very grateful to have a very patient brother lyk him even though sumtyms he keeps on contradicting me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" class="insertedphoto" &gt;until here..see yah again nxt tym on my nxt blog..^^&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/6878697610236848147-8103160398397261667?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/8103160398397261667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=8103160398397261667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8103160398397261667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/8103160398397261667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/11/hello-guyz-dis-is-me-and-my-brother-do.html' title='my bRo?..'/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bLMzYf3bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/dDa2SACDMSg/s72-c/denz_me.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6878697610236848147.post-2800600419655290452</id><published>2007-11-23T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T16:12:40.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);font-family:comic sans ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                          Clueless Crushee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://denend92.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RzmfSgoKCrAAABo5gA01"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bIODYf3aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OTemSqM0C2w/s1600-h/th_emo-3-4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bIODYf3aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OTemSqM0C2w/s320/th_emo-3-4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136012568814411170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);" href="http://denend92.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/RzmfSgoKCrAAABo5gA01"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt; &lt;br /&gt;(this is the result of the quiz i have taken at d candymag.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: comic sans ms; color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-size:85%;" &gt;    He has no idea. ZERO. ZILCH. NADA. If you want things to stay this way, then so be it. But but but, if you want him to notice you, maybe some aptly-worded text messages or dropping a couple of hints would help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   -nyc result!hehe..i just don't want him to know dat i hava crush on him..i'm referring to my crush hus code name was "rain".haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   no one knows bout him..no!i mean there is but i think only 3 people.^^ by dis tym i don't want dat almost all people knows hu's my crush is..wen i told dem (those 3 pipol) dat it was him, they we're shocked! SHOCKED?..uhmm, not really..dey just don't have any idea dat it was him..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i know tym is too short not to tell him bout dis feelings i have for him but i don't care bout dat!ahaha..confessing to him is not important and i won't do it.never!it's just a crush and i'm happy nman of wat's happening between d two of us..? actually der's nothing really happening nman between d two of us..haha, i mean, i'm already contented of d way he treated me.  everytym we saw each other, it's just like we don't know each other..haha for me it's better than knowing i lyk him..^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6878697610236848147-2800600419655290452?l=denenderecho.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/feeds/2800600419655290452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6878697610236848147&amp;postID=2800600419655290452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2800600419655290452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6878697610236848147/posts/default/2800600419655290452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denenderecho.blogspot.com/2007/11/clueless-crushee-this-is-result-of-quiz.html' title=''/><author><name>dHeNz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00147858810009457931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i112.photobucket.com/albums/n189/denen_2006/hsuhjj.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M4YI-ETJY0w/R0bIODYf3aI/AAAAAAAAAAM/OTemSqM0C2w/s72-c/th_emo-3-4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
