<?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-4530507233014426538</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:47:38.430-07:00</updated><category term='job job job...'/><category term='nursing board exam'/><title type='text'>start of something new</title><subtitle type='html'>the beginning...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-5070363638806527606</id><published>2009-03-02T06:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T06:58:46.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of RN....</title><content type='html'>recently, i received the title RN... or REGISTERED NURSE... and i can say that great power does have great responsibilty... for the title is not just a title but there is a responsibility underneath it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;having the title gives you the pride and the respect you deserve... but sometimes i tend to be boastful when i know i have the title with me... connected to my name...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another petiks day anyhow... sitting here inside the four corners of the training room... listening to the lectures... and the boring crowd... quite sleepy coz i haven't got any sleep yet... but still im enjoying very minute coz i have an access to  the net...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more hours to go...  can't wait to go home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4530507233014426538-5070363638806527606?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/5070363638806527606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-rn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/5070363638806527606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/5070363638806527606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/03/power-of-rn.html' title='the power of RN....'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-2780943808027120593</id><published>2009-02-28T17:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T18:46:40.333-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nursing board exam'/><title type='text'>floating in heaven....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;november 29 and 30 2008 marks the greatest number of nursing examinees... almost 88 thousand took the exam and im one of them... one of those people who are trying their luck to be so called REGISTERED NURSE... one of those people who undergo extensive review... study... sacrificing some of the things just to be focus... visiting and calling all the saints to pass the exam... going to quiapo every fri... st. jude every thurs... st. claire everyday... and countless prayers prayed... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after 3 moths of agony.. the result finally released.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I remember every minute when i received the news from my office mate... who is also hoping to pass... that the result has been released... i didn't expect that day... despite the fact that it is very strict to use cellphone in the training room plus in the office... my office mate indeed find a way to make things possible... my heart beats very fast that time that i can't focus on the lectures that is being discussed... my mind is floating in the air... very anxious and very nervous... i even set my mind that i didn't make it... setting my mind to finally move on and do the next best thing... to work and take the board exam once again.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one office mate then told me to relax and claim i passed... btw she also one of the hopefulls... one, two, three, of my other office mates.. who  are also hopefulls knew that time that they pass.... now... its between me and the claimer was left and we haven't received the news... since i didn't bring my phone that time... and i usual don't bring one due to the inconvenience... that makes my heart pump fast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then finally... we took our last coffee break... and then they noticed me being anxious and catatonic... then one of the new passer approached me and offered me to check my name to her classmate... then i said yes... please do... then i provide her my full name but not giving my middle name... i waited for 5minutes before she received the text message... but for me its like forever... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then she relayed to me my middle name... then i shouted and smilling at my best... and started to say "mura" or bad words... the entire pantry was like looking at me... rumors... behind my back... like "what happened to him??"... then the news... spread inside the pantry and all applauded and congratulate me... very heart warming... and relieved...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;then the rest is history... up to know... i still can't recover... with the happiness im experiencing... one of my dreams finally came true... but i still have lots...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;after all the happiness i received and the commendation... at some part of me is  lonelines... for some of my classmate didn't make it to the cut... i feel sorry but i remain to be strong for them and told them you can still take it this coming JUNE... and by the way... i also feel sorry for my other office mate who told me to claim it already... for she also didn't make it... she cried... yes... but after that day.. she regain her confidence and set her mind to do it again one more time... good thing i didn't loose anything... i still have my job... and one more thing im now a PROFESSIONAL.. hehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Now... im still enjoying every moment... specially i took it once.. and got a good grade... i may say.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:arial;" class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;REGISTERED NURSE n me... yoohhooooo......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;thanks... for the prayers.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4530507233014426538-2780943808027120593?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/2780943808027120593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/floating-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/2780943808027120593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/2780943808027120593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/floating-in-heaven.html' title='floating in heaven....'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-3163158183349535134</id><published>2009-02-13T04:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T05:41:35.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>memoirs of the FX...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;looking on my bookmark page on my friendster i saw one friend of mine who has been a big part of my past... the memories i have with him is so tragic.. our friendship is like a roller coaster... lots of hoops.. ups and down and our friendship... i can say... is being prohibited and being restricted... not by his parents but his love ones... the first time i saw this guy attracts me so.. his sweet smile... childish look and the whole him... everytime i remember his physique i honestly can't help but to smile... way back in college... i  met this guy... at first i didn't knew he was comitted... the night that we saw each other i don't hesitate to invit him for a glass of beer and some smoke in a nearby grill just after the fx dropped us... near SM FAIRVIEW... i already have hint on his personality... that's why i take chance to know him better... well... it always takes one to know one... hehe... as the night end... i forced him to provide me with his number... despite the fact that he has no load that time and didn't memorize his number for it is only new... but luck...that night is on my side... someone sent him a load... and there he text me right in front of me and whalah... iv'e got his number...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day's past and we continously see each other... as we met i know he has a problem with his BF.. yes... he is committed... i confirmed it one time he went to my boarding house while crying.. he says he just wanted to have some beer and there... i offered him one despite i have a major exam in the morning...i didn't take advantage of the situation.. despite his weak... and tipsy.. i respect him a lot.. and everytime we see each other... i can't help but to fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is too much to tell about our story... i can say its a small world for the two of us... we have some common friends that is like us.. who has been in a straight relationship before and first time to be part of my world...up to now... we haven't seen each other for quite a bit long...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder why memoirs of FX is the title of the blog?? the first time i saw him is when im riding a FX... we sit besides the driver wearing my scrub suit while his with his school uniform eating nuts on his other hand... and everytime i tell story about him... i named him FX GUY... oh! i also remember my attempt to hold his hand... very challenging... and i succeed... hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES!!&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/4530507233014426538-3163158183349535134?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/3163158183349535134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/memoirs-of-fx.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/3163158183349535134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/3163158183349535134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/memoirs-of-fx.html' title='memoirs of the FX...'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-1192788022510879942</id><published>2009-02-09T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T06:39:55.107-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job job job...'/><title type='text'>wanted: perfect job...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i wonder what thing to consider in order to land a good job.. is it the people.. the place... the field of work.. the happiness.. or the parent's choice...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i woke up 4:00 am today (not my usual time to rise) just to prepare myself for the job interview scheduled for this day. i left the house without nothing in my stomach... not even water... i expect the traffic for today for i know it is monday and all car's are heading to EDSA.. but everything turns out very bad.. i expect less than i expected.. the traffic is so bad.. and gives me headache and stress... i opted to rest in the corner seat of the bus and trying to relax myself...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fast forward... after 3 hours and ten years of travelling.. i finally end up to the venue in ortigas... greenhills... im quite haggard and stress but can't do anything about it but to live with it. so as usual protocol for visitors... i surrender my driver's license in exchange to a temporary pass... with me on the line are 3 aspiring applicants who dress so corporate... i just ignore them and walk toward the elevator... as i walk in the hallway and looking for the right room... i ended in a place where everyone dress like a star... its not my thing to wear a business attire with neck tie... i was laughing as i furnishing my application form.. and one applicant saw me... and approached me... i said that im actually shocked as i enter the room and as everyone is wearing a corporate attire while im just wearing a jeans and a polo shirt in snickers plus cap... well this is me.. just being comfty so that i can present myself well... and be confident enough without thinking of what am i wearing...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Fast forward... after another 3 hours of waiting, finally, im the last applicant to be interview... e di ako todo english... whaha... despite the fact that the HR irritates me a lot... he just cant wait to let me finish talking... or am i being to talkative... anyhow... i guess everything turns out well as the interview goes on... then suddenly i realized this is not my field... this is not my expertise... being and pushing things that is not for me... i indeed intended to break the law when it comes to the dress code... but i don't blame anyone for this because this is all i want... i believe skills and talents are the selling point in the industry.. it is a must on how you can communicate well and how to sell yourself to the mass.. but then... it is also a must to look presentable... let's face the fact that people nowadays give high credits on physical appearance rather than what he/she can contribute to the company...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i went out of the building while waiting for the result... and while im waiting in a gasoline station nearby i received a text stating that i didn't qualify... by all means i text back to the message and saying... anong company po 2... kung di b nmn shonga din iung HR... wlang name na inilagay... anyhow... i expect the result... despite the fact that the interview goes well... even before it started i was skeptical to attend the interview.. and yet i just try to be there and present myself well... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And now, im currently waiting for the call of SYKES ASIA for the training schedule next week... Monday... i guess call center is my thing.. and i'll try to enjoy every minute i spend to the company...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;what a stressful day today... but i enjoy it... a lot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4530507233014426538-1192788022510879942?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/1192788022510879942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanted-perfect-job.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/1192788022510879942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/1192788022510879942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/wanted-perfect-job.html' title='wanted: perfect job...'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-4910465874683664657</id><published>2009-02-03T18:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T19:11:33.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>featured song....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;re Today Than Yesterd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;dd&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/dd&gt;i  d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;'t rem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ember what day it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I didn't notice what time it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; All I know is that I fell in  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s200/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772327451319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And if all my dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'll be spending time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Every day's a new day in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s200/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772327451319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; With each day comes a new way of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s200/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772327451319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ing you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Every time I kiss your lips my m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ind starts to wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And if all my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I'll be spending time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Oh, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s200/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772327451319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  you more today than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    Bu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;t not as much as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s200/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772327451319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you more today th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;an yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    But, darling, not as mu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ch as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;  Tomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Cupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I thank the lord for love like our&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;s that grows ever stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; And I always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; will be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I know you feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;     Oh, I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s200/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772327451319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you more today than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    But not as much as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s1600-h/heart2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 23px; height: 16px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s200/heart2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298772327451319314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; you more today than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 204, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;    But only half as much as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4530507233014426538-4910465874683664657?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/4910465874683664657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/featured-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/4910465874683664657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/4910465874683664657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/featured-song.html' title='featured song....'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYkFW5Nn3BI/AAAAAAAAACE/pSJKIWPEjg4/s72-c/heart2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-5649543669773692949</id><published>2009-02-02T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:18:57.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to be complete...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to see and travel the whole world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to go to places I've never been to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to stay and see the beauty of sunset everyday...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to try extreme sports...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to try different kinds of foods...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to shop, shop and shop, without thinking of the expenses...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to drive, drive and drive up to the farthest place i can go to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to party all night and drink without being wasted...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to become a doctor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to be the best surgeon in the entire world...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to teach and spread my knowledge to all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to continue my study in post-graduate...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to make a lot's of MEDICAL MISSION...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is what i want and still counting... i don't stop dreaming and believing... these things made me to work hard and inspire me to become the best... i know i have all the energy and the knowledge to pursue this but i lack when it comes to the resources...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4530507233014426538-5649543669773692949?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/5649543669773692949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-be-complete.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/5649543669773692949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/5649543669773692949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-to-be-complete.html' title='I want to be complete...'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-5745657840175726707</id><published>2009-02-02T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:07:49.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just can't stop it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYfCHKkth2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qLw99k74R64/s1600-h/gwapings-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYfCHKkth2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qLw99k74R64/s200/gwapings-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298416914977884002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;JUST WANNA SHARE THIS ONE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;YM: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;urchickboi13 (I'm ONLINE 24/7...depends on the mood...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHO CAN PM ME:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;anyone who like to have a decent conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;FAVORITE TOPIC:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;preferably MEDICINE... but depends on the mood....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;DISLIKES:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;BIATCH with a BIG "B"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4530507233014426538-5745657840175726707?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/5745657840175726707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-cant-stop-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/5745657840175726707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/5745657840175726707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-cant-stop-it.html' title='just can&apos;t stop it...'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYfCHKkth2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/qLw99k74R64/s72-c/gwapings-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-8462949813833393533</id><published>2009-02-02T19:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:00:18.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>why i LOVE YELLOW???</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYe7YSdNbLI/AAAAAAAAABs/H6FAdfMhArM/s1600-h/stack_yellow_big.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 571px; height: 162px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYe7YSdNbLI/AAAAAAAAABs/H6FAdfMhArM/s200/stack_yellow_big.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298409512570285234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"bumili k nga ng yelo dun..."&lt;br /&gt;YELLOW?? as in kulay yellow???&lt;br /&gt;SHONGA!!! YELO as in ICE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;looking back in the past.. i recall the famous joke when it comes to buying ICE... quite corny and yet... it becomes famous...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;just this recent, i started to like the shade of YELLOW.. i wonder why... i guess i saw the beauty of the color yellow due to its incomparable bright thing... not so common and yet very eye catching one... with the shade of YELLOW you can pair anything... just like my personality.. i can pair to anything... just a lil adjust and everything will be perfect...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;but the most perfect combination would be YELLOW and GREEN... not because the favorit color of my ____ is GREEN... i saw the perfect combination of the two... very naturalist and very relaxing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;all boils down to perfect combination and the way person see things in his/her perception...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;YELLOW is the BEST....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;=P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4530507233014426538-8462949813833393533?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/8462949813833393533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-love-yellow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/8462949813833393533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/8462949813833393533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/why-i-love-yellow.html' title='why i LOVE YELLOW???'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYe7YSdNbLI/AAAAAAAAABs/H6FAdfMhArM/s72-c/stack_yellow_big.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4530507233014426538.post-4257005159742116962</id><published>2009-02-02T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:03:50.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the difference between sunset and sunrise...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as we grow old.. we see things in a different perception.. we learn, we struggle and we succeed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I then realize what is really the difference between the sunset and sunrise?? if we look in a photographic way there is no difference at all... but if we see in the more complex way.. we can see that the sun rise in east and set in west... and i guess it is also related to the person we see and mingle with everyday. photographic way.. or physical way.. we can see that anatomically we are alike... but we differs in our perception, the way we think, the way we communicate and the way our emotions grow... and that's the challenge of life... we need to know the difference between two individuals.. cause even twins.. have differences... we need to dig deep to fully explore if the person set's on east or west... judging in the physical aspects is just a pathetic way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can appreciate the beauty of SUNSET and SUNRISE as we know the big difference of which... For me, SUNSET is beautiful than SUNRISE... why?? cause for me.. SUNSET is the time wherein we can look back on the things we did for the entire day... we can see all the faults that we did, the laughter and smile that we shared to our loved ones, and the naughty things we did.. and after doing so.. we can actually change it for the next SUNRISE... SUNRISE is the time wherein we can make things new again... a new hope and time to make things right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but nothing beats the beauty of SUNSET or SUNRISE if we shared the special moments with our love ones... sitting in the the shore of the beach... peacefully watching the sun while holding each others hands... this is just a simply way we can spend time with our loved-ones... no hustle...cheap yet very romantic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4530507233014426538-4257005159742116962?l=urchickboi13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/feeds/4257005159742116962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/difference-of-sunset-and-sunrise.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/4257005159742116962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4530507233014426538/posts/default/4257005159742116962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://urchickboi13.blogspot.com/2009/02/difference-of-sunset-and-sunrise.html' title='the difference between sunset and sunrise...'/><author><name>uRcHIckBOi13</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07724892531111586703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7W-_LRCUj0Y/SYeqGSEI2bI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W44Pem4QF1w/S220/Image135.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
