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  <pubDate>Tue, 24 Mar 2009 14:35:18 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bad weekend, and Letting Go</title>
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  <description>It was about 4:00am of Sat that really shocked me. I was backstabbed, betrayed, deceived, or any word you could possibly think of. I lost someone to a friend by an unfair and unjust fight. If you’re saying I can’t control someone’s emotion I know that. They became a couple.&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;But the thing is the guy that betrayed me was the one who gave me the advice to continue courting her when I was about to give-up and actually listen to his advice and followed it knowing that he is my old friend. I just wish that he just let me stop if he was going for the same girl.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;Maybe It was wrong for me to love someone so much even the feeling is not mutual, or trusting them too much. I’m not mad at them, I’m just mad at the thing they did. Now im just waiting for the guy to say sorry and I will forgive him but if he cant do it, His really not the man enough to face his actions.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And for the girl, sorry for being cold or anything I just want to be away from you and let me give time to heal this wound. All i can do is pray for their happiness and good luck&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;&lt;font size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;And I want to thank Moneth for giving a good time at ATC, Karen for the support, Rikki for the drinks haha and advice.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 21:23:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Something New</title>
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  <description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since I came to Manila. I always wanted to go back to being an active taekwondo competition competitor. But now it seems that destiny wont let me or i wont let myself, I really miss the action inside the ring. And yes every tournament I&apos;m still inside the ring but the difference is I&apos;m the one officiating.Maybe a big MAYBE i can play in the&amp;nbsp; TBB/TBS/PTC tournament. But first i have to prepare and get rid of this sickness that&apos;s been pulling me down for 2 weeks or more (dry cough) hahah &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if some people wants to know about my love-life it still ZERO.. but yes I&apos;m in lust I mean in LOVE (just joking with the lust thing).but we&apos;re still just friends. hahhahah (see poster and print ads for details)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life&apos;s a little easier from the time i started on standing on my own two feet. &lt;br&gt;It was really hard during the first 3 months but heck I manage to survive.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sad to say that my BRO&apos;s in TBB is no longer the people i know during competition. It was better before when we we&apos;re junior batch hahaha.. I really don&apos;t know what happened to the fire, to their passion, to the fighting spirit, for the sport. I am really disappointed on what I&apos;m seeing today but i hope we still do good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To my SIS.. still as before. *bows to the floor* they did a better job on sticking together than us.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 20:27:49 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Ang Alamat kung Bakit Sinungaling ang Mga Lalake</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;column body&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;Ang Alamat kung Bakit Sinungaling ang Mga Lalake&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Karpintero itong si Pedro at isang araw eh gumagawa siya ng isang bahay sa tabi ng ilog. Sa lakas ng pagmamartilyo niya eh nalaglag ang martilyo niya sa ilog.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Umiyak siya at lumitaw yung guardian angel niya, &quot;Tutulungan kita, Pedro.&quot; Sabay lundag sa ilog. Lumabas ito na me hawak na gold hammer, &quot;Ito ba ang martilyo mo?&quot;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hindi po.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lundag uli ang anghel at lumitaw na me silver hammer, &quot;Ito ba?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hindi po.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lundag uli sa ilog ang anghel at lumitaw na me ordinary hammer, &quot;Ito ba?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot; Opo!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Natuwa ang anghel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Dahil honest ka, bukod sa martilyo mo, sa &apos;yo na rin ang gold and silver hammer!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Makaraan ang ilang araw, naglalakad si Pedro sa ilog at kasama ang misis niya. Eh sa katangahan, nalaglag si misis sa ilog. Iyak si Pedro. Litaw si guardian angel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Tutulungan kita.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sabay lundag sa ilog at ng lumitaw eh kasama si Diana Zubiri. &quot;Ito ba ang misis mo?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sagot si Pedro, &quot;Opo!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagalit si anghel, &quot;Sinungaling ka. Akala ko pa naman eh mabait ka.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nag-reason-out si Pedro, &quot;Sorry po, angel... kasi kapag sinabi kong &apos;Hindi&apos;, eh lulundag ka uli sa tubig at paglitaw mo eh kasama mo si Katrina Halili. At kapag sinabi ko uli na hindi siya ang asawa ko, eh lulundag ka uli at ang tunay na misis ko na ang kasama mo. At dahil sa kabaitan ko, eh ibibigay mo din sa akin sina Diana at Katrina. Mahirap lang po ako at hindi ko kaya ang me tatlong asawa, kaya &apos;Yes&apos; na lang ang sinagot ko nung una.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY: Kaya lang naman nagsisinungalin ang mga lalaki eh for a good and noble reason...  &lt;br&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 13 Mar 2009 20:05:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Happy BirthDay March Celebrants</title>
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  <description>To all&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy Birthday... to all the march celebrants &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and especially to my tbb bro and sis; Karla Jane Alava, Allen Cruz-Hererra, Rikki James Cruz-Herrera, Marifi Gadit... and Trixia Lagunzad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;if i miss anyone.. sorry nalang hahaha&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 08:40:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bakit ganun?</title>
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  <description>I decided yesterday that i would not be selfish and accept the fact that WE ARE JUST FRIENDS and NOTHING MORE. Cause i wanted to make myself feel a little less stupid so i gave up.&lt;br&gt;If I would let myself hope for something that might not even happen (ang tanga ko na sobra nun di pa ko makaintindi)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but because of my i cant handle situation pretty good, (her reasons di ko alam) sabi ko lang i wanted to make things a little less.&lt;br&gt;i thought that she would like it na wala nang mangugulo sa kanya&lt;br&gt;pero iba ang she reaction nya, so we ended fighting.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hay nako... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-=|=-&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Thu, 05 Mar 2009 03:28:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Paki Sagot</title>
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  <description>If you think you know me, answer this questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. the love of my life:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. where you and i met:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. how long you&apos;ve known me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. the last time we saw each other:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. would i ever go sky diving?:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. your first impression upon meeting me/seeing me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Am i funny?:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. my favorite type of music:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. can i sing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. the best feature of me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. what do i want to do more than anything?:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. what&apos;s the one thing you think that i should do?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. Do i have any special talents? if so, what are they?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. would you call me preppy, average, sporty, punk, hippie, glam, nerdy or something else?:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. have you ever hugged me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16: my favorite food:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;nbsp;17. if there was a good nickname for me, what would it be?:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. your favorite memory of me:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19: i would be stranded on a dessert island, what would i bring?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20: do i believe in God?:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. who is my bestfriend?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. the weirdest thing that i have ever said?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;23. something only you &amp;amp; i would get?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. what&apos;s the best thing about me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;25: what&apos;s the worst thing about me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. What&apos;s the best thing about me?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. What&apos;s the worst thing about me? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Will you repost this so I can fill this out for you?    &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 21:02:28 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Malas</title>
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  <description>yesterday may not be the best day so far.... hahah &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;my list of bad luck&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. nanakaw shoes ko amf&lt;br&gt;2. nakuryente ako amf&lt;br&gt;3. di ako makatraining ng maayos pinupulikat ako&lt;br&gt;4. hayop na batchmate yan naturingan batchmate dinesregard and existence namin.. (malapit ka na tandaan mo yan di lang ako galit sayo)&lt;br&gt;5. Inuubo ako. hahaha&lt;br&gt;6. nung umalis ako umulan wala akong payong&lt;br&gt;7. aga ko umalis knowing may traffic sa edsa.. kaso wala.. so ang aga sobra sa call time amf&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;cge pa isipan ko muna yung iba hahahah&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 27 Feb 2009 20:58:08 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Malapit ka na</title>
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  <description>Malapit ka na bibingo ka na sakin.. and you know you are....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;next time na bastusin mo ko tingnan mo gugulang ka sa lupa.. kahit sabihin batchmate kita... &lt;img src=&quot;http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 05:19:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Oops</title>
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  <description>i did it again... galit nananaman siya. *hits head against a wall* &lt;br&gt;kasi bakit ba di ako nag iisip before talking or at least be more considerate or sensitive in certain matters.. waaaaaaahhhhhhhh&lt;br&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 05:02:02 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Bawal Umihi dito</title>
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  <description>&lt;span class=&quot;insertedphoto&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://kaloy17mrl.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SaItSgoKCIcAAB4MrNw1&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignleft&quot; src=&quot;http://images.kaloy17mrl.multiply.com/image/1/photos/upload/300x300/SaItSgoKCIcAAB4MrNw1/Pasaway.jpg?et=BLM54EwPPcl%2BhPrxp2Sc1g&amp;amp;nmid=0&quot; border=&quot;0&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is one reason bakit matitigas ang ulo ng pinoy hahahahaha&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2009 04:57:11 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Beyond Forgetting</title>
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  <description>by ROLANDO A. CARBONELL.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;BEYOND FORGETTING&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For a moment I thought I could forget you...&lt;br&gt;For a moment I thought &lt;br&gt;I could still the restlessness of my heart..&lt;br&gt;I thought the past could no longer haunt me&lt;br&gt;nor hurt me....&lt;br&gt;how wrong I was.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the past...no matter how distant...&lt;br&gt;Is as much a part of me as life itself.&lt;br&gt;And you are part of that life.&lt;br&gt;You are so much a part of me....&lt;br&gt;my dreams...my early hopes...&lt;br&gt;my youth and my ambitions...&lt;br&gt;that in all my tasks...&lt;br&gt;I can&apos;t help remembering you...&lt;br&gt;many little delights and things remind&lt;br&gt;me of you....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, I came and would my pride...&lt;br&gt;mock my real feelings.&lt;br&gt;Would the love song...&lt;br&gt;the sweet lovely smile on your face....&lt;br&gt;be lost among the deepening shadows....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have wanted to be alone...&lt;br&gt;I thought I could make myself forget you...&lt;br&gt;in silence and in a song....&lt;br&gt;And yet I remembered...&lt;br&gt;For who could forget the memory&lt;br&gt;of the once lovely, the once beautiful...&lt;br&gt;the once happy worlds such ours?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I came because the song that I kept&lt;br&gt;through the years is waiting to be sung.&lt;br&gt;I can&apos;t sing it with out you...&lt;br&gt;The song...when sung alone...&lt;br&gt;will lose the essence of its time...&lt;br&gt;because you and I had been one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have wanted the misery to end...&lt;br&gt;because it&apos;s a part of my restlessness.&lt;br&gt;CAN&apos;T YOU UNDERSTAND?&lt;br&gt;can&apos;t you feel the depth and the tenderness&lt;br&gt;of my feelings towards you?&lt;br&gt;Yes, can&apos;t you see how I suffer&lt;br&gt;in this even darkness with out you?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You went away because you mistook my silence&lt;br&gt;for indifference.&lt;br&gt;But silence my dear, is the languege&lt;br&gt;of my heart.&lt;br&gt;How could I essay the intensity of my love...&lt;br&gt;when silence speaks a more eloquent love?&lt;br&gt;But perhaps...you did not understand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Remember I came...&lt;br&gt;because the gnawing loneliness is there...&lt;br&gt;and it will not be lost&lt;br&gt;until the music is sung....&lt;br&gt;until the poem is heard....&lt;br&gt;until the silence is understood....&lt;br&gt;until you come to me again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For you alone....&lt;br&gt;can blend music and memory...&lt;br&gt;into once consuming ecstacy....&lt;br&gt;YOU ALONE.........................    &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 21 Feb 2009 01:47:16 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>The Pastor&apos;s Ass</title>
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  <description>The Pastor&apos;s Ass&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pastor entered his donkey in a race and it won.&lt;br&gt;The pastor was so pleased with the donkey that he entered it in the race again, and it won again.&lt;br&gt;The local paper read:&lt;br&gt;PASTOR&apos;S ASS OUT FRONT.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Bishop was so upset with this kind of publicity that he ordered the pastor not to enter the donkey in another race.&lt;br&gt;The next day, the local paper headline read:&lt;br&gt;BISHOP SCRATCHES PASTOR&apos;S ASS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the pastor to get rid of the donkey.&lt;br&gt;The pastor decided to give it to a nearby convent.&lt;br&gt;The local paper, hearing of the news, posted the following headline the next day:&lt;br&gt;NUNS HAVE BEST ASS IN TOWN.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The bishop fainted. He informed the mother superior that she would have to get rid of the donkey, so she sold it to a farmer for $10.&lt;br&gt;The next day the paper read:&lt;br&gt;NUN SELLS ASS FOR $10.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This was too much for the bishop, so he ordered the mother superior to buy back the donkey and lead it to the plains where it could run wild.&lt;br&gt;The next day the headlines read:&lt;br&gt;NUN SAYS HER ASS IS WILD AND FREE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The bishop had a heart attack and was buried the next day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The moral of the story is . . . being concerned about public opinion can bring you much grief and misery. Even shorten your life. So be yourself and enjoy life. Stop worrying about everyone else&apos;s ass and you&apos;ll be a lot happier and live longer!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have a great day!   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Mon, 16 Feb 2009 05:26:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Magulo ako ngayon</title>
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  <description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;An old friend sent me an sms me this morning and somehow change the way i think of a certain person hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The Message was:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;it&apos;s hard to determine whether you really have feelings for someone, or just being carried away by the good things she does......&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and now my world gets a little more confusing. She has plans and I have plans (so i said to myself stick with my old plans and no time for love but the my heart is telling me a different story) and i know its bawal hahaha..... (sr. and jr. wrong diba?)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;    &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 15:57:01 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>St.Peter&apos;s Wisdom</title>
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  <description>&lt;div class=&quot;column body&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;text&quot;&gt;Father O&apos;Flannagan dies due to old age. Upon entering St.Peter&apos;s gate, there is another man in front, waiting to go into heaven. St. Peter asks the man, &quot;What is your name what did you accomplish during your life?&quot;. The man responds &quot;My name is Joe Cohen, and I was a New York city Taxi driver for 14 years&quot; &quot;Very well,&quot; says St. Peter, &quot;Here is your silk robe and golden scepter, now you may walk in the streets of our Lord.&quot; St. Peter looks at the Father, and asks &quot;What is your name and what did you accomplish?&quot; He responds, &quot;I&apos;m Father O&apos;Flannagan, and have devoted the last 62 years to the Lord&quot;. &quot;Very well,&quot; says St. Peter, &quot;Here is your cotton robe and wooden staff, you may enter.&quot; &quot;Wait a minute,&quot; says O&apos;Flannagan, &quot;You gave the taxi driver a silk robe and golden scepter, why did I only get a cotton robe and wooden staff?&quot;. &quot;Well,&quot; St. Peter replied, &quot;We work on a performance scale, you see while you preached, everyone slept, when he drove taxis, everyone prayed!&quot;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 15:54:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Famous Line</title>
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  <description>Famous Lines&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;pinapaikot mo lang ako&lt;br&gt; ako.Nagsasawa na ako! Mabuti pang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;patayin mlo na lang ako&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-electric fan&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;hindi lahat ng walang salawal&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ay bastos&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-winnie d&apos; pooh&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Alam mo ba wala akong ibang hinangad&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;kundi ang mapalapit sa iyo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero patuloy ang pag-iwas mo&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-ipis&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hala! sige magpakasasa ka!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Alam ko namang katawan ko lang ang habol mo.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-hipon&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ayoko na! pag nagmamahal ako lagi na lang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;maraming tao ang nagagalit! wala ba akong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;karapatang magmahal?!?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-gasolina&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hindi lahat ng green ay masustansya. &quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-plema&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hindi ko hinahangad na ipagmalaki mo na ako&apos;y sau&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ayoko ko lang naman na sa harap ng maraming tao&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ganun mo na lang ako itanggi..&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-utot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Sawang sawa na ako palagi nalang akong&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pinagpapasa- pasahan, pagod na pagod na ako.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Bola&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;you never know what you have&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;till you lose it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;and once you lose it, you can never get it back&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-snatcher&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Hindi lahat ng pink, KIKAY!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-majinboo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Ginawa ko naman lahat para sumaya ka&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;mahirap ba talagang makontento sa isa?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;bakit palipat-lipat ka?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-TV&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;hindi lahat ng maasim may vitamin c&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-kili kili&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sige, batihin mo ako.... Sigeee.....BATEEEEE E!!!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-omelette&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pilitin mo man na alisin ako sa buhay mo, babalik at babalik ako!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-libag&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anung kasalanan ko sayo, iniwan m nalang akong duguan...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Napkin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;wag mo na akong bilugin..&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-kulangot&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi lahat ng hinog, matamis…&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-pigsa&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Paano tayo makakabuo kung hindi ako papatong sa iyo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Lego&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Punyetang Buhay to! Itlog itlog! Araw2 na lang itlog!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Brief&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala naman akong ginawa sa kanya! Hindi na nga ako gumalaw dito.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ako n nga yun ntapakan, sya pa un galit.. bakit ganun?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Tae&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Cge kalimutan mo ako para malaman ng iba ang baho mo!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-deodorant&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;hindi lahat ng dugo puedeng idonate&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-regla   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 15 Feb 2009 15:52:05 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Apple Tree</title>
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  <description>A long time ago, there was this huge apple tree.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It loved a little boy so much. The boy loved to come and play around it everyday. He climbed to the treetop. Ate the apples,take a nap under the shadows. He love the tree so much, the tree was very happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Time went by...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day the boy came back to the tee. The tree told the boy &quot;Come play with me..&quot; the boy replied &quot; I am no longer a kid, I do not play around a tree anymore, I need money to buy them.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The tree told the boy: &quot; I have no money, but you can pick up the apples and sell them, so you can have money.&quot; The boy was so excited, he grabbed the apples from the tree and left. The tree was happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The boy never came back after picking up the apples. The tree was sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One day, the boy who had become a man returned, the tree was excired.&quot;Come &amp;amp; play with me&quot; the tree said.. &quot;i do not have time to play, I have to work for my family. I have to build them a shelter. Can you help me?&quot; the boy said..The tree replied &quot;Im sorry i do not have a house, but u can chop of my branches to build a house.&quot; So the man chopped ALL the branches and left.. The tree was happy.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The tree was glad to see him happy but the man never came back since then. The tree was lonely &amp;amp; sad again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One hot summer day, now in his 40&apos;s ,the man returned, the tree was again delighted. &quot;come play with me&quot; the tree said. The man replied&quot; I am getting old, i want to go sailing &amp;amp; relax myself.. Can u give me a boat?&quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The tree told him &quot; Cut off my trunk and build your boat. You can sail far away &amp;amp; be happy.&quot; so the man cut of the tree trunk to make a boat. He went sailing &amp;amp; never showed up for a long time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The tree was happy..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Finally,the man returned after so many years. &quot;Sorry my boy, but i do not have anything for you anymore. No more apples for you&quot; the tree said. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;no problem. i do not have any teeth to bite them anyway&quot; the old man replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;No more trunk for you to climb&quot; &quot;I am too old for that now,&quot; the old man said.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;I cannot give you anything rihgt now but my dying roots&quot;, the tree said with tears. &quot;I do not need much now, just a place to rest, I am tired after all these years,&quot; the man replied.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&quot;Good! Old tree roots are the best place to lean on and rest, Come come, sit down with me &amp;amp; rest.&quot; The man sat down, &amp;amp; the tree was glad &amp;amp; smiled with tears.&lt;br&gt;___&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;EVERYBODY HAS AN APPLE TREE IN HIS LIFE! AND THESE ARE YOUR PARENTS, NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE.. SHARE SOME TIME WITH YOUR PARENTS..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;___&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;ganun ba yun.........&lt;br&gt;   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 10 Feb 2009 07:50:09 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Smart Kid</title>
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  <description>read from beginning to end...let&apos;s see if you guys are as smart as this kid...otherwise, go back to 3rd grade!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hehehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;------------ -&lt;br&gt;A first-grade teacher, Ms Neelam was  having trouble&lt;br&gt;with one of her students the teacher asked,&quot;Boy, what is your&lt;br&gt;problem?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy answered, &quot;I&apos;m too smart for the first-grade. My sister is in the third-grade and I&apos;m smarter than she is! I think I should be in the third-grade too!&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam had enough. She took Boy to the principal&apos;s office. While Boy waited in the outer office, the teacher explained to the principal what the situation was. The principal told Ms Neelam he would give the boy a test and if he failed to answer any of his questions he was to go back to the first-grade and&lt;br&gt;behave. She agreed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy was brought in and the conditions were explained to him and he agreed to take the test.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Principal: &quot;What is 3 x 3?&quot;&lt;br&gt;Boy: &quot;9&quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Principal: &quot;What is 6 x 6?&quot;&lt;br&gt;Boy: &quot;36&quot;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so it went with every question the principal thought a third-grade should know. The principal looks at Ms. Neelam and tells her, &quot;I think Boy can go to the third-grade. &quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam says to the principal, &quot;I have some of my own questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Can I ask him ?&quot; The principal and Boy both agree..&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam asks, &quot;What does a cow have four of that I have only&lt;br&gt;two of?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy, after a moment &quot;Legs.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: &quot;What is in your pants that you have but I do not have?&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: &quot;Pockets.&quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: What starts with a C and ends with a T, is hairy, oval, delicious and contains thin whitish liquid?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Coconut&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: What goes in hard and pink then comes out soft and sticky? The principal&apos;s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer, Boy was taking charge.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Bubblegum&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: What does a man do standing up, a woman does sitting down and a dog does on three legs? The principal&apos;s eyes open really wide and before he could stop the answer...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Shake hands&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: Now I will ask some &quot;Who am I&quot; sort of questions, okay?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Yep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: You stick your poles inside me. You tie me down to get me up. I get wet before you do.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Tent&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: A finger goes in me. You fiddle with me when you&apos;re bored. The best man always has me first. The Principal was looking restless, a bit tense and took one large Patiala Vodka peg.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Wedding Ring&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: I come in many sizes. When I&apos;m not well, I drip. When you blow me, you feel good.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Nose&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: I have a stiff shaft. My tip penetrates. I come with a quiver.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Arrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: What word starts with a &apos;F&apos; and ends in &apos;K&apos; that means lot of heat and excitement?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Firetruck&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: What word starts with a &apos;F&apos; and ends in &apos;K&apos; &amp;amp; if u dont get it u have to use ur hand.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: Fork&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: What is it that all men have one of it&apos;s longer on some men than on others, the pope doesn&apos;t use his and a man gives it to his wife after they&apos;re married?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: SURNAME&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ms. Neelam: What part of the man has no bone but has muscles, has lots of veins, like pumping, &amp;amp; is responsible for making love ?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Boy: HEART.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The principal breathed a sigh of relief and said to the teacher, &quot;Send this Boy to the University, I got the last ten questions wrong myself!&quot;   &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Wed, 07 Jan 2009 01:04:04 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Define WIFE</title>
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  <description>busina sa mga babae, joke lang po...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DavidBissonette &lt;br&gt;When a man steals your wife, there is no better revenge than to let him keep her. &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sacha Guitry &lt;br&gt;After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can&apos;t face each other, but still they stay together. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Socrates&lt;br&gt;By all means marry. If you get a good wife, you&apos;ll be happy. If you get a bad one, you&apos;ll become a philosopher. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;Anonymous&lt;br&gt;Woman inspires us to great things, and prevents us from achieving them. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dumas &lt;br&gt;The great question... which I have not been able to answer... is, &quot;What does a woman want? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sigmund Freud &lt;br&gt;I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anonymous &lt;br&gt;&quot;Some people ask the secret of our long marriage. We take time to go to a restaurant two times a week. A little candlelight, dinner, soft music and dancing. She goes Tuesdays, I go Fridays.&quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sam Kinison &lt;br&gt;&quot;There&apos;s a way of transferring funds that is even faster than electronic banking. It&apos;s called marriage.&quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;James Holt McGavran &lt;br&gt;&quot;I&apos;ve had bad luck with both my wives. The first one left me, and the second one didn&apos;t.&quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Patrick Murray&lt;br&gt;Two secrets to keep your marriage brimming &lt;br&gt;1. Whenever you&apos;re wrong, admit it, &lt;br&gt;2. Whenever you&apos;re right, shut up. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nash &lt;br&gt;The most effective way to remember your wife&apos;s birthday is to forget it once... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anonymous &lt;br&gt;You know what I did before I married? Anything I wanted to. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Henny Youngman &lt;br&gt;My wife and I were happy for twenty years. Then we met. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rodney Dangerfield &lt;br&gt;A good wife always forgives her husband when she&apos;s wrong. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anonymous &lt;br&gt;A man inserted an &apos;ad&apos; in the classifieds: &quot;Wife wanted&quot;. Next day he received a hundred letters. They all said the same thing: &quot;You can have mine.&quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anonymous&lt;br&gt;First Guy (proudly): &quot;My wife&apos;s an angel!&quot; &lt;br&gt;Second Guy: &quot;You&apos;re lucky, mine&apos;s still alive.&quot;    &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 09:52:39 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Welcome 2009</title>
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  <description>this year was full of sadnest in my life and i hope the coming year will be brighter for me hahahahhahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 08:17:27 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?</title>
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  <description>&lt;br&gt;&lt;pre&gt;HOW DO YOU DECIDE WHO TO MARRY?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) You got to find somebody who likes the same stuff. &lt;br&gt;Like, if you like sports, she should like it that you &lt;br&gt;like sports, and she should keep the chips and dip coming.&lt;br&gt;-- Alan, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(2) No person really decides before they grow up who &lt;br&gt;they&apos;re going to marry. God decides it all way before, &lt;br&gt;and you get to find out later who you&apos;re stuck with.&lt;br&gt;-- Kirsten, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT IS THE RIGHT AGE TO GET MARRIED?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) Twenty-three is the best age because you know &lt;br&gt;the person FOREVER by then.&lt;br&gt;-- Camille, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(2) No age is good to get married at. You got to &lt;br&gt;be a fool to get married. &lt;br&gt;-- Freddie, age 6 (very wise for his age)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW CAN A STRANGER TELL IF TWO PEOPLE ARE MARRIED?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) You might have to guess, based on whether they &lt;br&gt;seem to be yelling at the same kids.&lt;br&gt;-- Derrick, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK YOUR MOM AND DAD HAVE IN COMMON?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) Both don&apos;t want any more kids.&lt;br&gt;-- Lori, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT DO MOST PEOPLE DO ON A DATE?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) Dates are for having fun, and people should &lt;br&gt;use them to get to know each other. Even boys &lt;br&gt;have something to say if you listen long enough. &lt;br&gt;-- Lynnette, age 8 (isn&apos;t she a treasure)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(2) On the first date, they just tell each other &lt;br&gt;lies and that usually gets them interested enough &lt;br&gt;to go for a second date.&lt;br&gt;-- Martin, age 10&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHAT WOULD YOU DO ON A FIRST DATE THAT WAS &lt;br&gt;TURNING SOUR?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) I&apos;d run home and play dead. The next day I &lt;br&gt;would call all the newspapers and make sure &lt;br&gt;they wrote about me in all the dead columns. &lt;br&gt;-- Craig, age 9&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;WHEN IS IT OKAY TO KISS SOMEONE?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) When they&apos;re rich.&lt;br&gt;-- Pam, age 7&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(2) The law says you have to be eighteen, so I &lt;br&gt;wouldn&apos;t want to mess with that.&lt;br&gt;-- Curt, age 7! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(3) The rule goes like this: If you kiss someone, &lt;br&gt;then you should marry them and have kids with &lt;br&gt;them. It&apos;s the right thing to do.&lt;br&gt;-- Howard, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;IS IT BETTER TO BE SINGLE OR MARRIED?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It&apos;s better for girls to be single but not &lt;br&gt;for boys. Boys need someone to clean up after them.&lt;br&gt;-- Anita, age 9 (bless you child)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW WOULD THE WORLD BE DIFFERENT IF PEOPLE DIDN&apos;T GET MARRIED?&lt;br&gt;(1) There sure would be a lot of kids to explain, &lt;br&gt;wouldn&apos;t there?&lt;br&gt;-- Kelvin, age 8&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the #1 Favorite is........&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW WOULD YOU MAKE A MARRIAGE WORK?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(1) Tell your wife that she looks pretty, even if &lt;br&gt;she looks like a truck. &lt;br&gt;-- Ricky, age 10&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 06 Sep 2008 08:11:34 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>Sad to say</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;ito walang magawa... nagbrowse lang ng mga pics... then i saw something that i thought that i wouldn&apos;t get mad.. and i know na wala na akong &quot;K&quot; na magalit and wala naman ako dapat ikagalit and kala ko tanggap ko na. damn.. but when i saw the pictures.. nag iinit ang ulo ko.. wtf... karaoke.. movies... with my bestfriend.. (sorry but i cant help it kasi parang yun nalang yung mga moments na i cherish and got stolen by others..)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;meron pa..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;i saw my girlfriend with someone (of course ako si kolokoy.. sumogod.. without thinking) na friend lang pala yun ... shet.. (wrong move) now shes not talking to me.. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;totoo nga yung sinabi sakin para akong isang maiinit na kape..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sat, 30 Aug 2008 15:16:48 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>e2 daw ako...</title>
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  <description>&lt;p&gt;i was told by classmates na suplado daw ako... sabi ko naman hinde...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;reason niya is that when i come to school labas pasok lang ako na parang walang kakilala. which is true i dont even know there last name nor their first name, i just know them by the face hehehe... matatapos na ang sem but still konti lang kakilala ko. and another reason nila di daw ako nagsasalita sa class hahahah.. eh kasi&amp;nbsp; i find their talk pointless since i dont know what their talking about. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;---------------------------&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;current state ko ngayon laging may lagnat heheh at ubo.. sakit ng ulo ko waaaaaaaaa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Sun, 17 Aug 2008 13:39:35 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>finally free</title>
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  <description>today im finally free from the demons of my my past.. details nevermind.. hahahahaha&lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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  <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jul 2008 08:33:30 GMT</pubDate>
  <title>TOUCHING??</title>
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  <description>Its been too long since I last posted here... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt;So ito nalang&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;       &lt;p style=&quot;margin-bottom: 5pt;margin-left: 1in;margin-right: 1in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;IF        SOMEONE HAD A GUN HELD IN FRONT OF YOUR FACE AND ASKED YOU IF YOU BELIEVED        IN GOD,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: red;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;        WHAT WOULD YOU DO? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;SAY        NO AND FEEL ASHAMED THE REST OF YOUR LIFE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6699ff&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(102, 153, 255);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: red;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;OR        SAY YES, I DO, AND DIE STANDING UP FOR GOD?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;color: black;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If        you would say no, DELETE THIS E-MAIL , NOW.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: red;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;IF        YOU WOULD SAY YES, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;2&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 10pt;color: black;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;        &lt;p class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 2in;margin-right: 1in;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Arial&quot; size=&quot;3&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 12pt;color: black;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;AND        STAND UP FOR JESUS CHRIST, PLEASE READ THIS AND PASS ON.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ff33&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(153, 255, 51);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6699ff&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(102, 153, 255);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Note:        This is a true article that was printed in a southern newspaper less then        a year ago &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff99ff&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 153, 255);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;TAKE        A DEEP BREATH BEFORE READING THIS &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6699ff&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(102, 153, 255);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;There        was an atheist couple who had a child. The couple never told their        daughter anything about the Lord. One night when the little girl was 5        years old, the parents fought with each other and the dad shot the Mom,        right in front of the child. Then, the dad shot himself. The little girl        watched it all. She then was sent to a foster home. The foster mother was        a Christian and took the child to church. On the first day of Sunday        School, the foster mother told the teacher that the girl had never heard        of Jesus, and to have patience with her. The teacher held up a picture of        Jesus and said, &quot;Does anyone know who this is?&quot; The little girl said, &quot;I        do, that&apos;s the man who was holding me the night my parents died.&quot;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ff33&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(153, 255, 51);&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff3333&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 51, 51);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;If        you believe this little girl is telling the truth that even though she had        never heard of Jesus, he still held her the night her parents died, then        you will forward this to as many people as you can.        &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or        you can delete it as if it never touched your heart.        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;yellow&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: yellow;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny,        isn&apos;t it? &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#9999ff&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how simple it is for people to trash God and then wonder why the world&apos;s        going to hell. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;yellow&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: yellow;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#cc0000&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how we believe what the newspapers say, but question what the Bible        says.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;yellow&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: yellow;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;        &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#6600ff&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(102, 0, 255);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how everyone wants to go to heaven provided they do not have to believe,        think, say, or do anything the Bible says. (Or is it scary?)        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;yellow&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: yellow;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#99ffff&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(153, 255, 255);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how someone can say &quot;I believe in God&quot; but still follow Satan (who, by the        way, also &quot;believes&quot; in God). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;yellow&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: yellow;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#33cc66&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(51, 204, 102);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how you can send a thousand &apos;jokes&apos; through e-mail and they spread like        wildfire, but when you start sending messages regarding the Lord, people        think twice about sharing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;yellow&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: yellow;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how the lewd, crude, vulgar and obscene pass freely through cyberspace,        but the public discussion of Jesus is suppressed in the school and        workplace. &lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#999900&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how when you go to forward this message, you will not send it to many on        your address list because you&apos;re not sure what they believe, or what they        will think of you for sending it to them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff8080&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 128, 128);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9900&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how we can go to church for Christ on Sunday, but be an invisible        Christian the rest of the week. (Are you laughing?)        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff8080&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 128, 128);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Funny        how I can be more worried about what other people think of me than what        God thinks of me. (Are you thinking ?) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff8080&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 128, 128);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff9999&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-weight: bold;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 153, 153);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pass        this on only if you mean it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff8080&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 128, 128);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: red;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;,        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;I        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: red;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;do        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;black&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: black;font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;#ff8080&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: rgb(255, 128, 128);font-family: &amp;#39;Comic Sans MS&amp;#39;;&quot;&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color=&quot;red&quot; face=&quot;Comic Sans MS&quot; size=&quot;7&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: 36pt;color: red;&quot;&gt;God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;blockquote class=&quot;replbq&quot; style=&quot;border-left: 2px solid rgb(16, 16, 255);padding-left: 5px;margin-left: 5px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;p class=&quot;multiply:no_crosspost&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description>
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