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What I'm really expecting for this summer is fun and exciting trips, however making plans with the family's making me upset really bad.  I took off from work so I can enjoy the first few weeks of this hot season but then I ended up being locked up in our house. Six days off for nothing!!! Planning trip with the family isn't going too well lately, it's either they'll postpone it or change it.  Can anyone be so upset slash frustrated than that, after you bailed out on your friends?! This is really grimy!! Staying in the house isn't fun esp if you live in a country where hot season only last for three freakin' months!! I want to enjoy my summer!! I want to have fun!! and I dont want to make plans if it's not gonna happen anyway! Now I'm almost back to being slave at my job, and I reeeaaaally can't believe I asked six days off and never enjoyed it! I learned my lesson now, since this isn't the first time that happened. UGH!!!!   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838809675771366602-5634163153193812386?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/5634163153193812386/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=5634163153193812386&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5634163153193812386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5634163153193812386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-frustrated-to-highest-level.html" title="Im frustrated to the HIGHEST LEVEL" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkAGRn8-eCp7ImA9WxFbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-3277444691596417652</id><published>2010-01-17T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:18:47.150-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T20:18:47.150-07:00</app:edited><title>It's 2010 and I want something NEW</title><content type="html">It's been a while since I poured out my heart through writing.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Now, I really don't wanna run to nobody. I just wanna be all alone and try to figure out what I really want to do with my life.  The fact that I'm always feeling lonely really doesn't help with my situation right now.  I have a lot of friends, I know there's a lot of people surrounds me that loves me no matter what the reasons or what kind of a person I turned out to be. But, I'm still searching for that thing that could make me soooooooo damn happy. I have no idea what it is but I know that in time, ill find it and that will satisfy me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This 2010, I'm expecting a lot of good things to happen.  I want to be more independent, I want a new and better job.  I am expecting new people to come to my life and bring some positive view as I grow up. I want a new life..&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/4838809675771366602-3277444691596417652?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/3277444691596417652/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=3277444691596417652&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/3277444691596417652?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/3277444691596417652?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2010/01/its-2010-and-i-want-something-new.html" title="It's 2010 and I want something NEW" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CRHczeip7ImA9WxFbEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-8058272729697886688</id><published>2009-05-09T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T20:21:05.982-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-01T20:21:05.982-07:00</app:edited><title>10 - 1</title><content type="html">Ten Things I Wish I Could Say to Ten Different People.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I don't like you, so stop talking to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You're so annoying that I juz wanna shut you down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Im sorry, I know I did something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. What are you wearing?! u look like a clown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. OMG! shut up! u talk too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I don't want to be here, I want to go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Uhm, how and where the hell in the world u get my number?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I don't want to see you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Stay away from me cuz u stink!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I got my shirt for $30 and why do i look better than you? BITCH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine ways to win my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. make me feel im special&lt;br /&gt;2. play fight with me&lt;br /&gt;3. DO NOT treat me like a princess&lt;br /&gt;4. DO NOT give me all your attention&lt;br /&gt;5. make friends with my friends&lt;br /&gt;6. DO NOT get mad cuz i cant see you or talk to you today&lt;br /&gt;7. DO NOT lie to me - Ill appreciate if u being honest with everything&lt;br /&gt;8. make me smile/laugh all the time&lt;br /&gt;9. respect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eight things that cross my mind a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. "what time is the bus coming?"&lt;br /&gt;2. vacation -- beaches&lt;br /&gt;3. bills&lt;br /&gt;4. my baby sis&lt;br /&gt;5. cold stone (lately)&lt;br /&gt;6. "where the hell is my phone?!"&lt;br /&gt;7. tattoo&lt;br /&gt;8. Skittles!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven things I do before I fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. shower&lt;br /&gt;2. beauty rituals&lt;br /&gt;3. facebook&lt;br /&gt;4. set my alarm&lt;br /&gt;5. charge my phone&lt;br /&gt;6. find some good movie to watch&lt;br /&gt;7. cuddle with pillow and blankee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six people who mean a lot. (in no order whatsoever)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Mommy&lt;br /&gt;2. big sis&lt;br /&gt;3. lil' sis&lt;br /&gt;4. Tonet&lt;br /&gt;5. Nancy&lt;br /&gt;6. Ill leave this for someone special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things you're wearing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. underwear&lt;br /&gt;2. shorts&lt;br /&gt;3. tank top&lt;br /&gt;4. anti-abuse bracelet&lt;br /&gt;5. male and female sign ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four songs that you listen to often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Lucky&lt;br /&gt;2. Walk through hell&lt;br /&gt;3. mi cama huele a ti&lt;br /&gt;4. kiss me thru the phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three things that annoy you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. people who tickles me a lot&lt;br /&gt;2. people who cant mind their own business *nosy bitches*&lt;br /&gt;3. a person who's restricting me on things I want to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two things you want to do before you die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. back packing&lt;br /&gt;2. see the sun to rise up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One confession.&lt;br /&gt;1. i farted. LMAO.. JK.. got nothing to confess..&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/4838809675771366602-8058272729697886688?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/8058272729697886688/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=8058272729697886688&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/8058272729697886688?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/8058272729697886688?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-1.html" title="10 - 1" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYNRHozfyp7ImA9WxVaE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-4951450275754971924</id><published>2009-04-10T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:43:15.487-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-10T08:43:15.487-07:00</app:edited><title>I never knew how it feels like... till she left.</title><content type="html">Last night was my sister's last night in the US.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; She went back home to Philippines to finish her studies. I know she's scared so I butt in my silly jokes just to make her feel better.  I'm scared for her too, like how is she gonna survive, who's gonna cheer her up if she's sad, who's gonna watch scary movie with her at night before she goes to bed.. Stuff like that.. I'll miss her so much although sometimes she's so annoying and stubborn.. I never expected that I'm gonna cry this morning when I woke up.. I thought of my sister and realized that she's really not here anymore, that I'm alone. This isn't the first time we've been separated but now it's a whole lot different cuz of the closeness we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before when my friends asked me "what are you gonna do if your sis isn't here anymore?" I always answer them "I'm gonna have so much fun!" But now my answer is "Nothing, i'm just gonna miss her soooo much... and CRY"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***I miss you sis, from the second you turned ur back and walked away.  A month is sooo long.. But ill see you soon.. I love you..***&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/4838809675771366602-4951450275754971924?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/4951450275754971924/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=4951450275754971924&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/4951450275754971924?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/4951450275754971924?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-never-knew-how-it-feels-like-till-she.html" title="I never knew how it feels like... till she left." /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04DRno8cCp7ImA9WxVWEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-8570079236172738006</id><published>2009-02-18T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T18:19:37.478-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-18T18:19:37.478-08:00</app:edited><title>Last words for my WTC family..</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Finally, I graduated yesterday.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;  Yeah, after all the sacrifices, competitions, dramas and funny moments, incident reports, presentations every end of the term, midterms, pop up quizzes, yellings and swearing, school trips, obeying the dress code, breaking the walls, chasing each other inside the building, hanging out near and under the stairway, video and picture taking, lunch breaks in a fancy restaurants, malling after school, taking the subway with other students, finally, everything became a mementos from Wood Tobe-Coburn School.. I'm happy that I finally finished my AOS course yet I feel sad for I will no longer see some of my classmates, who became a part of me.  Yes, true, they can be annoying, dickheads, and assholes most of the time but there's a soft part in my heart where they belong.  I'll miss all the yellings and swearing they've been doing every morning when we get in to our first class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my "partner-in-crime" Marianne, though we live in the same island, I know we're not gonna be able to hangout like we used to hangout before. Surely I'll miss her morning complains about the bus driver, people on the bus, traffic and her tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my "little sister" Nancy.  Yeah I know I hangout with her a lot and we get to see each other every morning on the train and boat. Yet it's still not the same as like before cuz she's working at Ellis and I'm working at Liberty. I'll miss her complains every time she's mad.. She be bitching with everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss Diana.  Her being funny and caring attitude fooled me.  She can be mean sometimes, but hey she's thoughtful.  I remember when she brought three choco chip cakes for me, Nancy and Norma.  That was really yummy btw. Dia, I'll miss you woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss my "girl friend" Norma.  This chick can kick ass! black belter in kickboxing? wow! don't mess with her! I'll miss her voice!!! yeah, cuz she barely talk and when she start talking, you'll know she has a smart mouth too.  I'll miss her company, her laugh, her being caring and everything about her.  I don't know when I'm gonna see her again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my classmates who made me laugh all the time, to Jackie, Moshe, Oscar, Little Lui, Caveman, Darrel, Charlie, Arsenio, James, and Marques thank you for the happy moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the graphic designers I barely talk to who also became a part of me: Martha, John, Urb, Beatrice, Solomon, Ricardo, Victor, Sho, Devin, and Sean.. good luck with everything..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Ms. K thanks for having the patience teaching us.  I once heard you said, that our classroom is a jungle and I still laugh every time I remember that cuz it's really true.  I'll miss your voice, like when you're yelling at us to lower the volume of our computer.  I thank you for the things you taught us, it really helped us a lot. I want to apologize for not giving you the design of the cover page for the ticket and program sheet for the graduation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to my Wood Tobe-Coburn Family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the memories will be treasure and it will always stay in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SZy_uZ3elKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Xa0b9javwEA/s1600-h/CIMG1038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SZy_uZ3elKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Xa0b9javwEA/s320/CIMG1038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304325265074066594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My WOOD TOBE-COBURN FAMILY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Congratulations to all of us! More power and blessings to come! &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/4838809675771366602-8570079236172738006?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/8570079236172738006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=8570079236172738006&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/8570079236172738006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/8570079236172738006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2009/02/at-last.html" title="Last words for my WTC family.." /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SZy_uZ3elKI/AAAAAAAAAXg/Xa0b9javwEA/s72-c/CIMG1038.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MRXk7cSp7ImA9WxVQGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-5180050904243782162</id><published>2009-02-05T15:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T16:09:44.709-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-05T16:09:44.709-08:00</app:edited><title>Brisk made me feel alright</title><content type="html">Although it's freezing to death today I still went to work.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; WHY? Cuz I don't want to stay home and waste my time thinking about all the bullshit that's going on in my life.  I need to do something to forget all the bad things that all bitches, whores and haters doing to me.  Oh well, so yeah I went to work though it's freaking cold that I can't even feel my ears. I was killing the time by running around the store, assisting costumers, talking to my co-workers and ate tons of chocolates and chips.  So from morning till afternoon I basically kept myself busy, so I won't feel the cold and not to think of things that could make me feel upset.  See what brisk can do?  It makes you forget things!! LOL..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, it was 5-ish when I got on the boat with my friend Andrew.  He made me laugh with his silly stories and jokes.  Then his cousin Mark came, and started talking smart things about Andrew. So the whole entire ride, I was laughing.  Well thanks to them for making me feel better.. I'm so thankful and happy that I have friends that really cares about me.. I hope that all the haters in life would be like these people. Just mind their own business and not talking any shit to other people.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the brisk! so many things to do to forget all the bullshits in life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*PEACE*&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/4838809675771366602-5180050904243782162?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/5180050904243782162/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=5180050904243782162&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5180050904243782162?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5180050904243782162?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2009/02/brisk-made-me-feel-alright.html" title="Brisk made me feel alright" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ASXs8fip7ImA9WxVQEUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-1723567391417157787</id><published>2009-01-27T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T18:47:28.576-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-27T18:47:28.576-08:00</app:edited><title>Gung Hei Fat Choi!!!</title><content type="html">Yesterday I spent my whole day at my friends house, Nancy.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;  She's like my little sister and she's my first Asian buddy here in America.  She's nice and fun to be with, but hey she can be wicked sometimes.  One of my friends back home told me that Nancy has the fragile beauty, well it's true.. she's 19 but she looks like 12.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I was at her house yesterday celebrating the Chinese New Year. Cuz obviously Nancy's is Chinese (although she always say that she's Vietnamese). I had a chance to go to a Buddhist temple and witness how their religion goes.  Inside the temple there were small rooms with altars.  But the one that we went in was a big room with a huge silver (i guess) Buddha.  There was yellow flowers everywhere and the room smelled like tobacco from the smoke of the incense.  After staying inside the room for like 20mins, Nancy and I went out for the smell was too strong that our eyes and nose started to hurt.  It was like 3-ish when we went back to Brooklyn and we just chilled in her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun celebrating the Chinese New Year cuz I got to meet my friend's uncles, aunties and cousins.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SX_F17fwJBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4ybE-zmAD8w/s200/IMG00039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296169217105601554" /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;center&gt; NANCY and DALE &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838809675771366602-1723567391417157787?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/1723567391417157787/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=1723567391417157787&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1723567391417157787?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1723567391417157787?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2009/01/gung-hei-fat-choi.html" title="Gung Hei Fat Choi!!!" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SX_F17fwJBI/AAAAAAAAAW4/4ybE-zmAD8w/s72-c/IMG00039.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEFQXozfyp7ImA9WxVRE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-28651682092756205</id><published>2009-01-18T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:50:10.487-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-01-18T15:50:10.487-08:00</app:edited><title>I'm Back</title><content type="html">OH-EMMMMM-GEEEEEE!!! Dale is back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I'm back with my nonsense stories.. The truth is, I have nothing to share that's why I haven't updated my blog for so long.. Well I was busy with work lately and got no time for everything. I'm always tired and moody that I don't wanna go online and do some stuff.  But now, since I'm bored and got nothing to do I decided to write some random stuff just to kill the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well my New Year started pretty good and so far I'm loving the 2009.  I met new friends and I love my job cuz it's fun to be out there even though it's too damn cold to be out working. But obviously, I'm just keeping myself busy so I wont'/ wouldn't think of things that can make me upset and depress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy I'm done with my AOS degree and finally I'm gonna have a "REAL" job soon!! (Yehey for that) and I can save more so I can go visit my Mom on May. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now cuz I'm getting lazy to type cuz my hands are getting cold and I'm actually shaking.. sooo.. Peace!! &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/4838809675771366602-28651682092756205?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/28651682092756205/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=28651682092756205&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/28651682092756205?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/28651682092756205?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-back.html" title="I'm Back" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQGQHoyfSp7ImA9WxVTEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-9166522179482249223</id><published>2008-12-23T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T04:38:41.495-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-24T04:38:41.495-08:00</app:edited><title>Oakville, Harold and Sunset Street</title><content type="html">It was a nice day today and it felt weird that I don't need to go to skool anymore,&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; however I woke up early cuz I wanted to clean my room and fold my clean clothes. But I ended up watching tv shows like Maury, Jerry Springer, Rachel Ray and The Tyra Banks Show. So yeah I was a bum for like four hours. Then when the clock strike at 1p.m I started to prepare myself cuz I'm going to visit my sickie friend Marianne who lives in Oakville. It's not really that far from my house but yeah I have to take 2 buses in order to get there. I brought her the new flavor of Doritos chips (spicy and sweet) and it's really2 good. I got to her house around 2-ish and we chilled, ate the doritos, drank the vitamin water that we both like and jz talked. I was at her house for like 3hrs. I left around 630-ish, and by the time I got at the bus stop between Harold and Sunset Street there was a girl that was waiting for the bus. She was wearing a red hat, red scarf that was covering half of her face, a silky gray heavy jacket, jeans with chains on it and sneaks. She has a cart which is full of garbage and a McDonald coffee cup sticking out from the garbage bag that was in the cart. So 20mins had passed and the bus still didn't arrived so I was talking to myself.. I was like "why is this bus late?" then the girl turned to looked at me and started to yell at me..She was like "i dont know! why would you ask me?!" I was so surprised and I totally ignored her, but this girl is a psycho! I was indulging myself listening music from my ipod and she's busy yelling at me screaming something to me. So I got really scared cuz I'm with a random crazy bitch! so I texted my friend Marianne to come pick me up at the bus stop cuz a lunatic girl was yelling at me and she was also screaming to all the cars that's making a 10sec stop before crossing the intersection. While I was waiting for Marianne I was thinking some "what if" random stuff. In my head I was like "What if she walks towards me then stab me? or what if she'll push that cart towards me then hit me on my knee then I'll fall on the ground, then she'll be sitting on top of me, stabbing me till i die.. OMG!! I can't die two days before Christmas!!" LMAO.. So after 10 minutes Marianne came with her dog dusty, we went back to her block and waited for the girl to get on the bus. We actually walked one more block just to see if the crazy girl was still at the bus stop. During the first try of sneaking the lunatic was still there, it took like 15 minutes till the bus of the bitch came. I got on my bus at 710-ish and got home around like 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was the highlight moment and the scariest moment that I had in my whole life here in Staten Island.. Nobody yelled at me like the lunatic girl did to me. That shit was scary and unforgettable.&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/4838809675771366602-9166522179482249223?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/9166522179482249223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=9166522179482249223&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/9166522179482249223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/9166522179482249223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/12/oakville-harold-and-sunset-street.html" title="Oakville, Harold and Sunset Street" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YGSHc5cCp7ImA9WxRaF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-5375180637519998519</id><published>2008-12-19T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T20:58:49.928-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-19T20:58:49.928-08:00</app:edited><title>The first snow storm of the year</title><content type="html">It was the last day of my skool and I wanted to chill with my friends.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; But unfortunately the weather ruined the whole plan. We suppose to hangout in my friend house, but since today was really nasty, my sister and I went home so damn early.. I'm really upset right now cuz I haven't chilled out with my friends and plus knowing I can't come to Norma's sleepover party.. This shit really pisses me off!! I really hate snow!! Snow sucks and ruined the everything we planned out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;center&gt; SNOW SNOW GO AWAY and PLEASE NEVER COME BACK AGAIN&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&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/4838809675771366602-5375180637519998519?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/5375180637519998519/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=5375180637519998519&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5375180637519998519?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5375180637519998519?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-snow-storm-of-year.html" title="The first snow storm of the year" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEENQHY7cCp7ImA9WxRaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-4607009853795751806</id><published>2008-12-15T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T19:04:51.808-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T19:04:51.808-08:00</app:edited><title>Smirnoff &amp; Bacardi</title><content type="html">Yehey!! This is it!&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; The last week of school and then I'm done! yes! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DONE&lt;/span&gt; with my associates degree, and because of that my friends and I started the party. For once we gotta be bad sometimes. Since it's a laid back week, everybody today was just chillaxin' and having fun, making the most of everything before we go to our separate ways. My girls and some of my guy friends did something very memorable today. Well I was surprised when Mo pointed a big plastic bag. I opened it and saw bottles of smirnoff and mike's lemonade. I was surprised when I saw it (obviously) never thought he could sneak those in the classroom. So there, we had the bottles and we were just waiting for Angie. When she came, she opened one smirnoff, put it in a doggie bag and handed to Nancy. Cuz Dale was being nosy and wanted to twist the cap, I did open one bottle for myself. I killed it in 3mins (i guess) and got dizzy after a couple more mins. But hey! the party wasn't over yet. Mo wanted more drink, so he said he want to go out and buy more. I went out with him since I need air and a pack of gum to sober up. We went to a liquor store and he bought five bottles of bacardi. When we came back to school we were informed that our teacher was out and we just need to finish our final presentation (which will start tomorrow). But everybody was happy and slacking off, my friends and I decided to go to the park. There we shared bacardi and smirnoff. But this time, we had a chaser.. SNAPLLE baby! But some of us wanted to try new stuff so one of the girls tried drinking bacardi without the snapple, she said it taste nasty but she kept drinking it. LOL.. We were just in the park for an hour, chillaxin and talking. After that we went back to school for our last class. I guess were all (almost) out and dizzy. But hey! we survived without being caught!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was crazy yet one of the best and fun day ever! We're such a bad asses when it comes to this. It was so much fun though. I love my friends to death! They're the coolest people I've ever known. It's sad that we only have three more days (starting tomorrow) left and we going to enter the real world of work. Hope this will not be the end.. I'll miss them sooo much!&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/4838809675771366602-4607009853795751806?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/4607009853795751806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=4607009853795751806&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/4607009853795751806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/4607009853795751806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/12/smirnoff-bacardi.html" title="Smirnoff &amp; Bacardi" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMGQ3k7fyp7ImA9WxRbFU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-7082232872852875043</id><published>2008-12-05T18:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T18:27:02.707-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-05T18:27:02.707-08:00</app:edited><title>Tribute to Uncle "coach" Jundy Jauod</title><content type="html">Found this video while tracking the people who visited my blogsite..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;embed id="VideoPlayback" src="http://video.google.com/googleplayer.swf?docid=7737914938827680763&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=true" style="width:400px;height:326px" allowFullScreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you nanong Shuster "skaj" for uploading this video..&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/4838809675771366602-7082232872852875043?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/7082232872852875043/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=7082232872852875043&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7082232872852875043?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7082232872852875043?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/12/tribute-to-uncle-coach-jundy-jauod.html" title="Tribute to Uncle &quot;coach&quot; Jundy Jauod" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EGQ3Y9eyp7ImA9WxRUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-9003250131594907</id><published>2008-11-20T18:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T18:47:02.863-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-20T18:47:02.863-08:00</app:edited><title>The new look??</title><content type="html">After all the shit that happened to me for the past few months, I guess it's about time to change.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Yeah, I want to change everything about me. From my personality to my look. I'm not going to share anything about the changes of my personality cuz I don't feel like talking about it, and I'm still on the process of changing some of them. Just to give you a hint my best friend said I'm now a new person, a better Dale, a stronger Dale. The second thing I did change to myself was of course my style -- hair style. From straight hair to wavy/curly hair. LOL. I noticed that nowadays a lot of girls are dying to have straight hair and those who have straight hair are showing keen interest to have curly/wavy hair.. and I'm one of them.. I admit that curling my hair every morning is the reason why I'm always late for school. LOL.. It's very tiring to curl hair, and I need to put tons of hair products just to stay the curl 'til the end of the day. It gives me headache, but it's ok cuz I know i'll get use to it.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the "now and then" drama of my look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SSYet4t6vaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2mJqSRyq230/s200/CIMG0218a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270934187551669666" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SSYeuEOc2eI/AAAAAAAAAVk/uWUpHXQFEqw/s200/CIMG0218b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270934190640912866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; Yeah I'm being vain!! LMAO&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4838809675771366602-9003250131594907?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/9003250131594907/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=9003250131594907&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/9003250131594907?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/9003250131594907?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-look.html" title="The new look??" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SSYet4t6vaI/AAAAAAAAAVc/2mJqSRyq230/s72-c/CIMG0218a.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMAQXo9eSp7ImA9WxRVFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-1404589648127249086</id><published>2008-11-11T17:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T18:37:20.461-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-11T18:37:20.461-08:00</app:edited><title>R.I.P Uncle Jundy</title><content type="html">It was Sunday night, approximately 10:35 when I heard my dad hysterically crying.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; He got a message from my uncle who's in Philippines that their brother died 4:29 in the morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Uncle Jundy, past away November 10th, 2008 due to cardiac arrest.  He was diagnosed with cancer last October and he was doing well after his treatment in Makati Med. in Manila, Philippines. Weeks after his recovery my grand pa and uncle Jundy went back to Bacolod.  After a couple of days, his foot got swollen and his doctor said there's a blood clots (that causes his foot to swollen) and needs a surgery.  To make the long story short, the clots ran through his heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Jundy was the one of the best uncles I have, and still he is.  He's funny and does silly things and jokes most of the time.  He a good person, with a golden heart.  He always shared anything he has, and he always helped people who needs his help. If there's one word to describe him, I'd say he's a "humble" person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;To uncle Jundy, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Astig! I don't know what to say, but I know wherever you are, you're happy cuz you're home. Thanks for everything, for being a nice uncle to me and to my sister. Thanks for the happy moments and the silly jokes you shared to us when we had our family get together. Thank you soo much! You'll always be in our hearts and you'll never be forgotten.. I'll miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/4838809675771366602-1404589648127249086?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/1404589648127249086/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=1404589648127249086&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1404589648127249086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1404589648127249086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/11/rip-uncle-jundy.html" title="R.I.P Uncle Jundy" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFSHo9fyp7ImA9WxRVEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-1936435336284705810</id><published>2008-11-08T17:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:36:59.467-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-08T17:36:59.467-08:00</app:edited><title>Leave me alone, bitch!</title><content type="html">Why there are people can't shut their fuckin' big ass mouth and mind their own motherf*ckn' business?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sooo mad with somebody right now cz this bitch can't freakin' leave me alone. I hate that person for calling me "piece of shit", blaming me that I freakin' hurt her feelings even though I did nothing wrong and telling me I wasted her fuckin' time. In the first place I never asked for her help when I was feeling down. She's not the only person who could freakin help me and cheer me up. If she think that I owe her something, even a 2-minute talk, she's freakin wrong cuz I aint doin' any shit to be her friend again. Why would I make friends with somebody whom I can't trust even a small secret? And now she messaging me telling me she misses our little chats, that I'm the only person she felt like she can act crazy with and be random? YEAH RIGHT!! Sooo highschool.. Like, as if we were bestfriends.. Hey! We're not even close, I don't even know when is her fuckin' birthday, how to spell her name right and where she lives! I hate her so much that I wish she'll vanish like.. POOOF!! And oh! She told me that I'm keeping our friends away from her, DOUBLEYOO-OOOH-DOUBLEYOO!! She's pathetic!! I  did nothing!!! Is it my fault that I am closer to them, that I know them very well? HELL NO!!  She's a fuckin jealous bitch! FYI, we were friends since day one, she just made friends with us at the eleventh hour. Ugh! Can't this girl ask her self why people hate her?! I just can't stand her, being sooo drama queen, who think she knows everything and anything under the sun.&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/4838809675771366602-1936435336284705810?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/1936435336284705810/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=1936435336284705810&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1936435336284705810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1936435336284705810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/11/leave-me-alone-bitch.html" title="Leave me alone, bitch!" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcGQH86fSp7ImA9WxRWFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-7368204252274727538</id><published>2008-11-01T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:37:01.115-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-01T20:37:01.115-07:00</app:edited><title>Happy Halloween</title><content type="html">Links -- Videos and Pictures.. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun yesterday, in school and during the parade at night.. I went to school wearing jeans, a black sweater and a semi-long coat. Before I entered our classroom I was surprised from what I saw.. My teacher was wearing a baseball hat, jeans, a black polo shirt over a white t-shirt. And the scariest thing about his get up was the mask on his face.. It kinda look like a gorilla but then I asked him what's the design of the mask, (whatever) he said he doesn't even know.. lol but it really looks scary.. After talking to my teacher, I saw batman sitting at the very far end corner of the room doing something on the computer.LOL.. My classmate James Feverier was wearing a full costume batman.. I was cracking up when I saw him, it was cool though. After I saw them with their cool get ups, there's no way I'm not going to wear my costume either.. So I went to the bathroom with Nancy and we changed.. She was batgirl and I was ninja pucca.. LOL.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month before halloween my friends and I planned that we all gonna dress up as justice league heroes. I was suppose to be wonder woman, but at the eleventh hour, I changed my mind. I went to this halloween store to find a wonder woman costume, and I didn't liked it. So my sister told me to find something else.. I ended up choosing the ninja costume cuz i love the color and it has a belt with a dragon on the center of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out our pictures and see how crazy we are.. &lt;a href="http://ljx3.multiply.com/photos/album/27#1" target="new"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out batman dancing in the computer lab.. &lt;a href="http://ljx3.multiply.com/video/item/12/Dancing_Batman" target="new"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out batman dancing in the sidewalk with a white geisha girl.. &lt;a href="http://ljx3.multiply.com/video/item/13" target="new"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out batman being a traffic policeman.. &lt;a href="http://ljx3.multiply.com/video/item/16/Batman_being_a_traffic_policeman" target="new"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out batman doing crazy shit outside the library.. &lt;a href="http://ljx3.multiply.com/video/item/18/Batmans_crazy" target="new"&gt;click here&lt;/a&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/4838809675771366602-7368204252274727538?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/7368204252274727538/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=7368204252274727538&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7368204252274727538?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7368204252274727538?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-halloween.html" title="Happy Halloween" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08FQ38ycCp7ImA9WxRWE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-7643834532038437865</id><published>2008-10-29T18:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T18:23:32.198-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-29T18:23:32.198-07:00</app:edited><title>NOBODY can stop me -- and my bitches!</title><content type="html">Heck yeah!! nobody.. nobody can stop me to go to RISD..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last! I did it! I already applied for RISD.. I'm just hoping that I could get in.. Can't wait to get the hell out of New York and start my life, living all alone and be independent.. My plans are all set and I'm ready to go with my bitches.. Yeah, it's not only Nancy's going with me.. I'm dragging my mommy Jack, too!! We're all excited to discover the life in Rhode Island.. I hope this is not surreal.. I really want this to happen.. All I can do now is to focus in my studies and do something to make all-a these happen..&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/4838809675771366602-7643834532038437865?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/7643834532038437865/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=7643834532038437865&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7643834532038437865?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7643834532038437865?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/nobody-can-stop-me-and-my-bitches.html" title="NOBODY can stop me -- and my bitches!" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8ASX0_cCp7ImA9WxRWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-7479153008431417558</id><published>2008-10-27T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:00:48.348-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T20:00:48.348-07:00</app:edited><title>Going home soon  --- but  not me..</title><content type="html">Philippines or USA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, i had a talk with dad and stepmom after dinner and they asked me what are my plans after I finish my AOS degree.. Well, I told them that I want to finish my BA in Rhode Island School of Design and get a job.. Then I asked them why, they told me that they want to go back to Philippines for good and they want us to go back home with them.. But the thing is.. I DONT WANNA!! I don't want to go back home and adjust again.. I'm satisfied that I'm here.. and I guess it's about time that I have to be independent and live my life on my own.. They didn't forced me or anything, it's just that my dad is worried about me cuz, I'll be all alone here.. Like.. ALONE, that means, no dad, no tita, and no ate..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As to my sister, she doesn't wanna go back either, but I guess it's also a good idea if she goes with them.. Cuz, seriously, she needs to finish her schooling..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, I'm excited to be alone, yet sad cuz if ever my sister decides to go with them, I'm so gonna miss her so much!&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/4838809675771366602-7479153008431417558?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/7479153008431417558/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=7479153008431417558&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7479153008431417558?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7479153008431417558?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/not-going-back-im-staying.html" title="Going home soon  --- but  not me.." /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8NSX4zeSp7ImA9WxRWEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-4814472651429782104</id><published>2008-10-26T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T20:01:38.081-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-27T20:01:38.081-07:00</app:edited><title>Personality Survey</title><content type="html">Am I like this?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you shy?:&lt;/span&gt; Kinda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you selfish?:&lt;/span&gt; NOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you spoiled?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you giving?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you walk by an old lady carrying groceries?:&lt;/span&gt; depends.. if she's mean, ill think about it.. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you flirt with your best friends boyfriend or girlfriend?:&lt;/span&gt; hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you spend most of your free time on Myspace?:&lt;/span&gt; nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you lie when someone asks you "Do I look o.k. with this on?"?:&lt;/span&gt; no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you conceided?:&lt;/span&gt; nopers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you go out of your way to get attention?: &lt;/span&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you go out of your way to help someone?:&lt;/span&gt; hmmmm not really, it depends on the situation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you get into arguments a lot with people other than your siblings?:&lt;/span&gt; no. not a big fan of arguments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever kissed someone who is just a friend?&lt;/span&gt;: no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you watch Dora the explorer?: &lt;/span&gt;HELL NO.. she's scary!! and her friend Diego!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you believe in Magic?:&lt;/span&gt; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you talk back to your parents?:&lt;/span&gt; Big NO NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever threatened someone?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah.. LMAO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you afraid of the dark?:&lt;/span&gt; sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you prefer Spongebob or CSI?:&lt;/span&gt; CSI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have you ever lied to make someone happy?:&lt;/span&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Does your Myspace picture show a picture of your face or your body?:&lt;/span&gt; face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Would you prefer soda or Juice?:&lt;/span&gt; Juice&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/4838809675771366602-4814472651429782104?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/4814472651429782104/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=4814472651429782104&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/4814472651429782104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/4814472651429782104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/personality-survey.html" title="Personality Survey" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8EQ3Y6fSp7ImA9WxRXGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-8229440245724581524</id><published>2008-10-24T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:03:22.815-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-24T20:03:22.815-07:00</app:edited><title>Oni and Mia  (first part)</title><content type="html">These are my new cartoon charaters..I made them using the Adobe Illustrator..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;About the Characters:&lt;br /&gt;Oni-- is the guy who really loves Mia. He'll do anything for her.. He's patient, loving, caring and understanding boyfriend to her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mia-- a brat, ditsy, spoiled, funny girlfriend of Oni. She loves to tease him and make silly jokes to make him smile.. she loves Oni as much as Oni loves her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just some of the drawings i have for now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SQKMV7Pom8I/AAAAAAAAATw/ldLHxWfKFC8/s1600-h/oniandmia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SQKMV7Pom8I/AAAAAAAAATw/ldLHxWfKFC8/s320/oniandmia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260921623030569922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838809675771366602-8229440245724581524?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/8229440245724581524/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=8229440245724581524&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/8229440245724581524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/8229440245724581524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/oni-and-mia-first-part.html" title="Oni and Mia  (first part)" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SQKMV7Pom8I/AAAAAAAAATw/ldLHxWfKFC8/s72-c/oniandmia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIERHozeSp7ImA9WxRXFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-5538337879657100680</id><published>2008-10-21T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:15:05.481-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-21T22:15:05.481-07:00</app:edited><title>My recent issues in life</title><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;-First Issue- Weather&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Lately, I'm irritated by the fact that the cold season is here, and that means wearing tons and tons of sweater and a heavy jacket, which I really don't like doin' cuz it makes me feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Second Issue- Sleep&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't freakin' sleep although I'm od tired and mad sleepy. And this is not a good, good, gooood thing for me esp. its my finals week. I can't function very well if I can't get enough sleep. Sooo.. Yeah! I'm being a bitch since monday. Bitching with everything I see, eat, work on and etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Third Issue- Class Activities&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's finals week and this is the most craziest week for the whole entire school year! Every freakin' class, we need to do a presentation. What the hell is that for?! I'd rather take a test than elaborating stuff which is not related to my major. This presentation thingies drives me nuts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Fourth Issue- Group Activities&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the thing I really hate the most in school. Sure, its fun to have activities with your classmates and friends, but when it comes to school related stuff, its better off pairing with other people whom you barely know. Cz you're like obligated (not really) to do your part so that u won't get embarrased and not to depend on your friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I'm so stressed with all of these damn issues. I wanna get through all-a these and unwind.. Can't wait for this week to end.* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more term - 8 more weeks - 40 days. &lt;br /&gt;And I'm done with school, then.. Hello to the world of real job and Rhode Island... here I come!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838809675771366602-5538337879657100680?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/5538337879657100680/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=5538337879657100680&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5538337879657100680?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/5538337879657100680?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/my-recent-issues-in-life.html" title="My recent issues in life" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcGQX08cSp7ImA9WxRXEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-7998031326370235357</id><published>2008-10-15T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:27:00.379-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-15T19:27:00.379-07:00</app:edited><title>I got something for her!</title><content type="html">This short story board is for Nancy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Done using abode illustrator.. hmmmm cuz im not that good in drawing using pen and paper.. (&gt;^-^)&gt; dale sux in drawing!!!&lt;(^-^&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPalmuczzlI/AAAAAAAAATI/e0wXouqWZd4/s1600-h/Panzebra_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPalmuczzlI/AAAAAAAAATI/e0wXouqWZd4/s320/Panzebra_1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257571699724111442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Story board #1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPaloiIzWdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TFeOiPjv-z4/s1600-h/Panzebra_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPaloiIzWdI/AAAAAAAAATQ/TFeOiPjv-z4/s320/Panzebra_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257571730778708434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;Story board #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838809675771366602-7998031326370235357?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/7998031326370235357/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=7998031326370235357&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7998031326370235357?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/7998031326370235357?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-something-for-her.html" title="I got something for her!" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPalmuczzlI/AAAAAAAAATI/e0wXouqWZd4/s72-c/Panzebra_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQNRn84fip7ImA9WxRXEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-556215453318749027</id><published>2008-10-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:16:37.136-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-15T19:16:37.136-07:00</app:edited><title>I got a present!!!</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks Nancy..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPajKcjQDhI/AAAAAAAAASw/mlMwBj2wt_A/s1600-h/CIMG0299.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPajKcjQDhI/AAAAAAAAASw/mlMwBj2wt_A/s320/CIMG0299.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257569014859697682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;It's for DALE!!!! For me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPajKeT1VqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3vRseLTTnCc/s1600-h/CIMG0300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPajKeT1VqI/AAAAAAAAAS4/3vRseLTTnCc/s320/CIMG0300.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257569015331903138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;What's inside?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;A cute panda and zebra!!!&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 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPajKneOHHI/AAAAAAAAATA/gQj5yd8kD3g/s1600-h/CIMG0302.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPajKneOHHI/AAAAAAAAATA/gQj5yd8kD3g/s320/CIMG0302.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257569017791388786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Nancy's last name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838809675771366602-556215453318749027?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/556215453318749027/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=556215453318749027&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/556215453318749027?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/556215453318749027?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-got-present.html" title="I got a present!!!" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SPajKcjQDhI/AAAAAAAAASw/mlMwBj2wt_A/s72-c/CIMG0299.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8NQ307eip7ImA9WxRQFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-1576247973831527328</id><published>2008-10-09T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T16:28:12.302-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-09T16:28:12.302-07:00</app:edited><title>Huge TARE PANDA for Nancy</title><content type="html">So, tomorrow's Nancy's 19th birthday.&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; She's funny cuz she asked her mom if she could just stay 18 til' next year cuz she said turning 19 sucks.. (&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Well it's true cuz first of all 18 is when you become hmmm let say semi-legal, 19 is when you become useless, 20 is when you prepare yourself to be 21 and be officially legal.. NONSENSE but true..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt; Anyways, I got her something that is panda-ish cuz she's obsessed with pandas. Everything with panda, for her is cute.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, I aimed her and I pretend that i like tare panda she said that, she likes them but too however, she doesnt like their face.. =( i felt like crying cuz i already bought her a huge huggable panda toy.. =( and guess what, it's freakin flat faced tare panda!! huhuhuhuuhu.. but imma give this to her tomorrow and see what would be her reaction.. this freakin' creature is damn cute and this stuff toy is huuuuuge! i haven't noticed it till i took it out from the clear plastic wrapper that covers it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SO6RNoRqFkI/AAAAAAAAASo/U0BVt7bUaQk/s1600-h/CIMG9791.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SO6RNoRqFkI/AAAAAAAAASo/U0BVt7bUaQk/s320/CIMG9791.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255297478523754050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SO6RNYaE3XI/AAAAAAAAASg/YTOu-XseVrY/s1600-h/CIMG9784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SO6RNYaE3XI/AAAAAAAAASg/YTOu-XseVrY/s320/CIMG9784.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255297474264096114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Party's gonna be on Saturday at Brooklyn.. Can't wait for that night and get wasted (?) LOL&lt;br /&gt;Just dinner with friends and movie time.. Sgt. Night baby!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4838809675771366602-1576247973831527328?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/1576247973831527328/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=1576247973831527328&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1576247973831527328?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/1576247973831527328?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/huge-tare-panda-for-nancy.html" title="Huge TARE PANDA for Nancy" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SO6RNoRqFkI/AAAAAAAAASo/U0BVt7bUaQk/s72-c/CIMG9791.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUEARXoyeSp7ImA9WxRQEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4838809675771366602.post-757621435538690038</id><published>2008-10-04T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T22:14:04.491-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-04T22:14:04.491-07:00</app:edited><title>For S.T.E.E.N.A --- MOOyel!!</title><content type="html">want some...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;POCKY STICKS????&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;poki sticks bla sis haw.. poki sticks!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SOhMwtV1ADI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LhqRwrTY09M/s1600-h/CIMG0093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SOhMwtV1ADI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LhqRwrTY09M/s320/CIMG0093.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253533365016264754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SOhMwmvQRoI/AAAAAAAAASA/nKYeoGTpK6w/s1600-h/CIMG0092.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SOhMwmvQRoI/AAAAAAAAASA/nKYeoGTpK6w/s320/CIMG0092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253533363243861634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/4838809675771366602-757621435538690038?l=ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/feeds/757621435538690038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4838809675771366602&amp;postID=757621435538690038&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/757621435538690038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4838809675771366602/posts/default/757621435538690038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://ljx3kicksass.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-steena-mooyel_04.html" title="For S.T.E.E.N.A --- MOOyel!!" /><author><name>L J X 3</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008051239257907412</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SkF_DV_Pg0I/AAAAAAAAAY4/yxNVDEwk3Vw/S220/CIMG8399.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2_O44w1NB6c/SOhMwtV1ADI/AAAAAAAAAR4/LhqRwrTY09M/s72-c/CIMG0093.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>

