<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:31:18.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When theres nothin more...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-6667077269032770739</id><published>2009-02-21T00:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T01:41:44.547-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day of mourning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/SZ_MEA4f_lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lx8ehTsLbLM/s1600-h/DSC_1846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/SZ_MEA4f_lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lx8ehTsLbLM/s200/DSC_1846.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305183255394254418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                             R.I.P SID&lt;br /&gt;                                                                           2 / 20 / 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been 2 and a half years since i adopted my dog SID from a local shelter which i found online.&lt;br /&gt;I remembered browsing through different profiles of dogs that are up for adoption when i found his pic, Then i decided to come up with the money to get him. Then when adoption day arrived hurried to get to where the adoption place was at and hoping that i could be the first to get him. At first i thought someone else already adopted him, we got there and there was a lot of different breeds of dogs from small to really large and some loud to really quiet and shy. I couldn't decide which one to get since i wanted a big dog, but there wasn't one that i really like. Then i saw a girl holding a brown fluffy dog, which i thought wasn't included for the adoption. I told her the dog was cute and i asked her how old it was and is it her dog. Then she told me she was just dog sitting and yes it was up for adoption too. So i asked her if i can hold the dog and try to walk it around and for some odd reason it already listened to me when i call his name :). Then i asked the girl why they named it SID, found out it was named after a late rockstar " Sid Vicious " who died from overdose. Then so i asked the girl if it was potty trained and some bit more info on how did they get the hold of the dog, and if it has some medical problems. Since SID seem to be fine, i told her i want him and arranged all the paper works and after a few signing and talking to them i get to take SID home with me. Finally i got a over sized pomeranian( since he was too big for his breed ).&lt;br /&gt;      I remembered taking him to the dog park at Fort Funston, He started chasing after other dogs which i think was a little weird. It seem that he doesnt like other dogs, for a quiet dog like sid, He is vicious when it comes to other dogs. He will try to get at them and growl and bark at them. So i decided to just walk him away from other dogs. Fun times. My family started to treat Sid as a baby and spoiled him like a kid. He even learned that im the dad, my mom as his grandma, and my dad as his grandpa. Which i find really cool. We always talk about its gonna be a sad day when sid leaves us since he is really becoming a big part of our family and to consider having a pet come up to you when you get home and having a pet to play with.&lt;br /&gt;    Few months back he started having breathing problems and so we decided to take him to a ve and get him checked, they said he is overweight and needs to lose it because thats causing his shortness of breath and since my dog is a couch potato like his dad :), he needs to run more and take long walks. So we try to put him on a diet and walk him but the coughing got worse so we took him again to the doctors and they prescribed him different meds which the last one he took which we thought was making him better was really making a big difference. He was coughing but not as bad anymore, So we thought that he was getting better and soon he will be able to go back like he was before.&lt;br /&gt;    So today when i was at work, my dad called me on my phone and told me to call my mom to check up on her and SID. I asked what happened, my dad told me that my dog had a seizure and she took him to the vet. So i called my mom and asked how my dog was, Then she just said " SID is gone " , " He passed away ". My heart just fell and i asked what happend,  I didnt expect this to happen so soon and its so unexpected. Since last night i walked him and he was still fine. Then i saw him this morning before i went to work and he was still sleeping. It was just so unreal, havent lost a pet before so for me i thought its like a goldfish, that when it dies you can get another. Sid was part of my family already and we already got used of having him around. We will surely miss him. This is just another example of the saying " Never take someone or something for granted " Spend as much time as you can with them even if its just a pet. Because we might never know when they will leave us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-6667077269032770739?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/6667077269032770739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=6667077269032770739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6667077269032770739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6667077269032770739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2009/02/day-of-mourning.html' title='A day of mourning...'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/SZ_MEA4f_lI/AAAAAAAAAFE/lx8ehTsLbLM/s72-c/DSC_1846.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-7980783230818975616</id><published>2009-02-14T00:56:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T01:04:32.028-08:00</updated><title type='text'>is it time?</title><content type='html'>Its been a long day at work.. Tired, yet went to practice, then had coffee at starbucks.&lt;br /&gt;thoughts just kept flying through my head. Thinking. I don't even know where this thoughts are going. I dont even know why i tend to make it harder for myself when i can just walk away? hmmnn when should i do that? how do we know when its about time to STOP? why am i having a hard time to do so? Past stuff was easy to just walk away from, and yet now i cant do it? Is'nt it supposed to be past experiences makes a person wiser? Yet i dont know if im getting any. Whats the next step? Should i always be in the waiting list?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-7980783230818975616?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/7980783230818975616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=7980783230818975616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/7980783230818975616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/7980783230818975616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2009/02/is-it-time.html' title='is it time?'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-1344469533596640570</id><published>2008-12-30T23:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T23:19:02.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Few more hours till the end</title><content type='html'>Just few more hours till 2009, makes me think and look back on my 2008. How it was, who I met along the way, how they became part of my life and I to them. People and friends I met and lost along the way. I can say this was a very different year. Makes me realize what and this year change my life. What I've been thru, what I've had to deal with, had to experience, had to do for me and for some people. How I affected them and how they affected me. This was a year full of colors and emotions, from being happy to being all down and full of sadness and aches. Opened my eyes to certain things, how and why things happen, how those things change a person for good or bad, how it affects the way we think, feel and react on things thereafter. This is really learning experience for me, how we should always cherish family and friends and people who are dear to us, how we should always try to show them how important they are to us. So in the end there wont be any regrets, you can always say " at least i tried ". Thru all those things i learn, love and learned. This seem to be a really memorable year, makes me wonder what is next.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-1344469533596640570?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/1344469533596640570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=1344469533596640570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1344469533596640570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1344469533596640570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/12/few-more-hours-till-end.html' title='Few more hours till the end'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-1384957614533606819</id><published>2008-12-22T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T21:14:44.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas? Is there really something to be merry about?</title><content type='html'>I remember how fun christmas was, maybe not this year. Just can't wait til' it's over. Being a grinch? Oh well who cares. It's almost the end of the year again, made me think how was my year and what I did with it. All I can say it was memorable for good and bad. I learned alot from it. And it came to the point that I even felt like falling off from a ledge and into a almost seem like a bottomless pit, but when I did reach the bottom, the pain of falling seem endless. Yet I kept climbing back on that ledge. What does that prove? You tell me... &lt;br /&gt;People ask where is that pride of the lion? What pride ? LOL &lt;br /&gt;But there's something I'm thankful of, made me realize how lucky I am to have friends and families that do care about me, who I've thought weren't as opened minded as I expect them to be. And it really surprised me.  If it weren't for them hmmmn what would have happened next. Is the cold December getting to me? Am I getting cold? Hmmmn what I do know I got a cough and a runny nose which suxx. &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-1384957614533606819?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/1384957614533606819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=1384957614533606819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1384957614533606819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1384957614533606819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-is-there-really.html' title='Merry Christmas? Is there really something to be merry about?'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-5601441372754570157</id><published>2008-12-06T01:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T01:54:21.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you feel everything is coming to an end... then what?</title><content type='html'>Its been almost a month or so now, been fighting for something i cant let go of. Why do i feel like its almost the end, but yet i'm still not certain. Even though the situation is becoming a little bit easier to bare, why am i still dwelling on doubt? Why do i feel like this? Why is everything still a blur.&lt;br /&gt;There's just no words to describe how i felt for awhile now.... When at first i know what im fighting for? Even though people tell me its time to let go, yet im still holding on.. But what's so different now? When things are getting better,  isn't it supposed to be less pain to bare? less stress? less things to think about? Then what is goin on? Am i giving up? Am i close to the end? Am i starting to feel numb? I dont even know which one is the truth and which one is not, Everything is so confusing. When there is alot of opportunity to grab infront of me, why can't i make myself to do so. This all feels like a long and painful journey, I just hope all of this got something good at the end of this road waiting for me. I hope all this is just a test and to make me a stronger person. I hope all this got a reason. I know that i did things which i can't take back. Maybe i do deserve all these.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-5601441372754570157?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/5601441372754570157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=5601441372754570157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5601441372754570157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5601441372754570157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-you-feel-everything-is-coming-to.html' title='When you feel everything is coming to an end... then what?'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-9099085251319816065</id><published>2008-11-01T17:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T17:41:43.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another day...</title><content type='html'>Woke up with a hangover, didnt really wanna get up. Had to force myself to get up and get ready.&lt;br /&gt;all i can think of is the same. I dont know how long i can keep doing this. Been blank in the head. I dont even feel like working. Since i have to work after church.&lt;br /&gt;Decided to get off early from work.&lt;br /&gt;SPARKS... in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;ill just sit...&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-9099085251319816065?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/9099085251319816065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=9099085251319816065&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/9099085251319816065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/9099085251319816065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/11/another-day.html' title='Another day...'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-4736314508411131152</id><published>2008-10-31T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T02:48:02.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i messed up</title><content type='html'>today was the day my heart fell.... gone....&lt;br /&gt;i didnt wanna hurt anyone....&lt;br /&gt;the problem all along was me....&lt;br /&gt;i regret what i did...&lt;br /&gt;i hope i could fix it....&lt;br /&gt;i guess its too late...&lt;br /&gt;i dont think she can accept me again....&lt;br /&gt;she already gave up on me....&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what else to do...&lt;br /&gt;i dunno what else to think....&lt;br /&gt;im all tied up....&lt;br /&gt;stuck.....&lt;br /&gt;how much im sorry means nothing anymore.....&lt;br /&gt;theres no more purpose....&lt;br /&gt;she will never come back....&lt;br /&gt;theres fate....&lt;br /&gt;gone....&lt;br /&gt;i messed up.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-4736314508411131152?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/4736314508411131152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=4736314508411131152&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/4736314508411131152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/4736314508411131152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-messed-up.html' title='i messed up'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-3947912359559456344</id><published>2008-10-15T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T12:52:00.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its not over</title><content type='html'>people say if you love someone, you gotta learn to let them go and be happy.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;but its not over yet.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;there's always hope........&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;take care always....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;hope you always gonna be happy......&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-3947912359559456344?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/3947912359559456344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=3947912359559456344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/3947912359559456344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/3947912359559456344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-not-over.html' title='its not over'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-259219539035242825</id><published>2008-10-12T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T21:41:53.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TWO DAYS OF NOTHINGNESS</title><content type='html'>past  TWO days was just different from any other day... &lt;br&gt;everything was a blur, &lt;br&gt;gotta force yourself to mingle with people even though you are not in the mood, &lt;br&gt;you gotta force yourself up to start the day, &lt;br&gt;you feel numb but you ain't drugged up or drunk from any kind of liqour, &lt;br&gt;the time just goes really slow even though you are busy,&lt;br&gt;gotta put up a smile on your face even though it kept ending up with a frown, &lt;br&gt;you try to be normal but yet you are different,&lt;br&gt;gotta put up a show just to finish the night,&lt;br&gt;gotta give people advice even though you are hurting inside,&lt;br&gt;all these for just two days.....&lt;br&gt;But somewhat i'm glad for it, it made me realize whats important, &lt;br&gt;what makes someone complete, &lt;br&gt;what we need to have to get through all the problems we have to face,&lt;br&gt;who we need to go to when this times come, &lt;br&gt;who we need to hold on to,&lt;br&gt;what we need to do to make that person hold our hand, know that that person is holding on and make sure to " NEVER LET GO"&lt;br&gt;makes you realize what we want to have in the future, &lt;br&gt;who we wanna be with, &lt;br&gt;what we wanna do with our lives,&lt;br&gt;And that makes that "TWO DAYS OF BEING NOTHING" becomes a better person in us,&lt;br&gt;And someone up there is listening when we do pray, and it was proven.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-259219539035242825?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/259219539035242825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=259219539035242825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/259219539035242825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/259219539035242825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-days-of-nothingness.html' title='TWO DAYS OF NOTHINGNESS'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-288392611050044234</id><published>2008-10-12T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T07:15:36.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>why?   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-288392611050044234?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/288392611050044234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=288392611050044234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/288392611050044234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/288392611050044234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/10/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-827223536070434021</id><published>2008-10-11T14:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T14:41:28.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Question.......</title><content type='html'>Been hanging out with a friends....&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends started talking about his girl who lives like hours away....&lt;br /&gt;He seem to talk about his relationship with the girl, how they talk on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;But my friend is worried sometimes whenever he doesnt talk to the girl for a day....&lt;br /&gt;I asked why?, he just replied," he doesnt know what she is doin or how is she "&lt;br /&gt;Since sometimes the girl doesn't pick up her phone or call him back or reply to the text messages,&lt;br /&gt;he thinks that the girl is just gonna pick up whenever its convenient for her or something or call whenever. He seem to love the girl, and they see each other... But why is he still worried? I couldn't give him an answer since i don't know the girl that well, He seems to always wonder....&lt;br /&gt;But every time they talk, it seem that nothing is wrong with the relationship, its like a normal one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should he worry?&lt;br /&gt;is it just a trust issue?&lt;br /&gt;what does he need to do?&lt;br /&gt;should he just keep wondering ?&lt;br /&gt;should he always keep expecting for the worst?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept saying that he always got alot of question in his head...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-827223536070434021?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/827223536070434021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=827223536070434021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/827223536070434021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/827223536070434021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/10/question.html' title='A Question.......'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-1997868212743466941</id><published>2008-10-11T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:41:45.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>REPOST.... from LAUNDRYQUEEN</title><content type='html'>I was browsing today and i found this...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW WHEN YOU LOVE SOMEONE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Most people go into a relationship believing they are “in love”. The sad fact is that most people in our world today do not know what “love” is. Oh, sure we think we do and most of the time we pretend we do, but the reality remains that we are ignorant to the true meaning of the word “love”. This hinders our ability to locate our soul mate and secure a happy and &lt;a class="link" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/theme/416/headed_for_divorce.html" title="divorce"&gt;divorce&lt;/a&gt; free marriage. This lack of knowledge is leaving the majority of Americans dealing with bouts of &lt;a class="link" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/theme/818/depression.html" title="depression"&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt; and feelings of no self worth. With &lt;a class="link" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/theme/818/depression.html" title="depression"&gt;depression&lt;/a&gt; they tend to lose themselves under large financial difficulties that are not easily rectified. This creates a less productive and unhappy future for everyone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The best definition for the word “love” is one I heard only with in the last year. This explanation was given to me and others by a gentle man by the name of Dr. Ray he is a radio D.J. for a national christen radio station. His definition went like this, “Love is a commitment. Not an emotion.” That explanation is such an epiphany for me and I hope for others. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In looking at Dr. Ray’s interpretation of the word “love”, I have realized that we all look at “love” as an emotion. How quick are we to fall victim to our feelings when they are &lt;a class="link" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/theme/614/running_tips_and_tricks.html" title="running"&gt;running&lt;/a&gt; high in lust for another, and we utter the words “I Love You.” This is not “love”, it is lust and a whole load of other emotions. Granted it feels spectacular and invigorating, this is why it is so easy to get confused. Today’s &lt;a class="link" href="http://www.associatedcontent.com/theme/676/television.html" title="television"&gt;television&lt;/a&gt; programs provide even more confusion, how are we to make a rational assessment of our relationship? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;HOW DO YOU KNOW IF YOU LOVE SOMEONE?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-1997868212743466941?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/1997868212743466941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=1997868212743466941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1997868212743466941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1997868212743466941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/10/repost-from-laundryqueen.html' title='REPOST.... from LAUNDRYQUEEN'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-61774635707380150</id><published>2008-10-11T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:22:15.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Saturday .....</title><content type='html'>Today is a slow day for me... i dunno why... got up and went to church where i play the drums for... and i got there i felt like i did not want to be there... I was hoping to go home early.&lt;br&gt;After church went home, now i'm home i dont even wanna be here at home, and later tonight by band is playing at beale st. bar and grill in SF, but yet im not even excited to go. I felt like i just wanna go somewhere but i dunno where. I wanna do something but i dunno what. Now all im doing is just back to sitting infront of the computer and browsin. WTF i dunno whats wrong with me.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-61774635707380150?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/61774635707380150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=61774635707380150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/61774635707380150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/61774635707380150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-saturday.html' title='Another Saturday .....'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-478043209009188437</id><published>2008-09-24T09:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:04:01.604-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time, No Post</title><content type='html'>Again here i am. Goin back to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a REALLY long time since i last posted, Things have happened that makes me realize what i have in life. People i need to appreciate, Person i need to hold closer. Though I don't know what will tomorrow bring, I'm always hoping its for the better. Though there's always a sign of pain and laughter, whatever it is i hope it makes me stronger everyday. Sometimes i feel i am already Rock Bottom, yet people tells me there is always something waiting for me at the end of each gray morning. Even sometimes I don't feel moving anymore, that little shine of light gives me hope.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i can say there will be a happy ending. But reality will just bite me back. Maybe i should just cherish everyday and see where it will take me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;little some something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I is for the INTENSE feeling you made me feel.&lt;br /&gt;L is for the LONGING desire to have you here.&lt;br /&gt;O is for the OVERBEARING feeling to hold you close.&lt;br /&gt;V is for the VICTORY when i make you smile the most.&lt;br /&gt;E is for the ENJOYMENT of moments i spent with you.&lt;br /&gt;Y is for YEARNING when i am far away from you.&lt;br /&gt;O is for OVERWHELMING happiness you brought me.&lt;br /&gt;U is for the UNIQUE things in you i see........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though these are just three words to make you believe,&lt;br /&gt;its not enough to describe the joy you've given me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-478043209009188437?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/478043209009188437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=478043209009188437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/478043209009188437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/478043209009188437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/09/long-time-no-post.html' title='Long Time, No Post'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-5317549083343080245</id><published>2008-04-14T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:18:01.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates...</title><content type='html'>Been too lazy to update this thing, just bored out of my mind, thought i'd do this. Since its been awhile since i put up something on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things about me...&lt;br /&gt;As so everyone knows its the time of the year where we owe UNCLE SAM, so i went to our tax preparer, then he prepared my taxes, then i found out i have to pay.. which suxx, sigh its not fun to know that i owe money. But theres nothing i can do but give Uncle Sam the money. Oh well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 11th 2008&lt;br /&gt;Kat arrived for a weekend layover... so i picked her up at the hotel, then we went home to change since i just got off work, then we went to get something to eat at subway, then i took her to watch the wave in pacifica. Since it was a really nice and warm day, we enjoyed watching other people playing at the beach and we took pictures :D, i had fun.. After the Beach Date :D we went back home to just relax. When my rents' got home, I took em out for dinner, had a hard time deciding where to go so we ended up at the vietnamese resto in WESTLAKE in DC. We got so full lol, so we went to Hollywood Video to drop off the DVD's i rented. Walking around the vid place, i saw a 360 game so i rented it then Kat wanted to watch the "BEE MOVIE", Since i havent seen it, we rented it, then went home and watched the movie. Kat had icecream and i had a lime cheesecake :D.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 12th.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up on a sat morning with KAT :D , it was just so nice. not having to rush and do my SAT. routine, so we had coffee and a little B/F then got ready to drive downtown SF to check out the GG Park. When we got there, there was alot of people and it was hard to find a parking, since some streets are closed from vehicles. Only bikes and people on foot are allowed to pass thru, so we just kept lookin for a parking, then when we found a spot, we walked around then took pics. After the park, we headed back home and rested. I got ready to go to band practice, then Kat decided to took something for dinner instead of going out to eat. So i dropped her off to the supermarket to shop, while i got to practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Band practice was just hmnnn blah, it just seem no one was just into it...  And the upcoming show is next week. So we just decided that to practice again within this week before the gig. After practice they planned to go to a friends' bday. So i just went home, found out that Kat cooked " SINIGANG"  it was hella good ( except that it would be nice if there was those green peppers to make it spicy lol kidding :D ) but i was hella happy when she cooked, couldnt help and kiss her :D.. happy happy joy joy hehe.... We went to bed early coz she had to leave early......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day...&lt;br /&gt;Its the time for Kat to leave....&lt;br /&gt;Back to work...&lt;br /&gt;Back to waiting....&lt;br /&gt;6 weeks...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-5317549083343080245?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/5317549083343080245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=5317549083343080245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5317549083343080245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5317549083343080245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2008/04/updates.html' title='Updates...'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-5125776458879573936</id><published>2007-11-12T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:26:45.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Update About ME....</title><content type='html'>Things about me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My previous Manager just moved to MAUI for the same position, Then we had to deal with a new manager. Now there are alot of rumors going around that people are gonna be transferred including me, but i guess my previous manger ( GREG - The BIG DAWG ) wouldnt let them hehe, so now im staying hehe, Now my 1st assistant manager Marlon wants me to run for being an assistant, which i tried to decline even before the Big Dawg was still here.&lt;br /&gt;Then i learned that Stan - The Merch Pro Manager is going to be transferred to another store and now we are lacking of one, So i told my new manager that if they want one, i can replace him and me getting more hours of work, a manager password and a store key :D, ( i know its like an assistant manager but not exactly ) lol. So i took the position exam, then i passed, now im just waiting to change my position and my stats in the store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life....&lt;br /&gt;* Still having some problems with our extended family.... same ol' same ol' @#$%&lt;br /&gt;* Im happy that my brother is almost graduating , few more months...&lt;br /&gt;* Me and My friends band " The Emoticons " had our first gig, after the show we got some good response from the people which is a good sign... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132097351124524018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjfWY6AG_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sBCjP22mmsU/s200/DSC07497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132097351124524034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjfWY6AHAI/AAAAAAAAADE/hdB5tD2g9DE/s200/DSC07515.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132097351124524002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjfWY6AG-I/AAAAAAAAAC0/Lp_Kvyyp9f4/s200/DSC07496.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132097346829556690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjfWI6AG9I/AAAAAAAAACs/YEhDEk9d3M0/s200/DSC07495.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132097346829556674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjfWI6AG8I/AAAAAAAAACk/GjaEqUGr64w/s200/DSC07492.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;* Next GIG.....DECEMBER 1 , 2007 @ CLUB HYDE in San Francisco, CA for the FIL-AMusic.com Launch Party. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjeBI6AG2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-o2Qb9XQVfY/s1600-h/launchparty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132095886540675938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjeBI6AG2I/AAAAAAAAAB0/-o2Qb9XQVfY/s320/launchparty.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;* My Loving KATIA will be coming over soon :D, 5 more days... she'll be flying with  her co-worker and my homie MICA... lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132098184348179474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjgG46AHBI/AAAAAAAAADM/-ogusIGHGFg/s200/katia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far thats all for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-5125776458879573936?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/5125776458879573936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=5125776458879573936&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5125776458879573936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5125776458879573936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/11/update-about-me.html' title='An Update About ME....'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RzjfWY6AG_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/sBCjP22mmsU/s72-c/DSC07497.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-3409875917187598530</id><published>2007-11-12T12:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:05:07.575-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LONG LONG ABSENCE</title><content type='html'>its been awhile since i wrote something on this, alot of this already passed by i couldve write about but i guess i was too busy and preoccupied, kat been sarcastically telling me to write something :), i guess i was just too lazy hehe. so far here are the things that happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friend died, it was my brother who called me and told me, then he told me that they are planning to go to pangasinan for his wake. Then i called home and talked to joana and she too confirmed that they are planning to go but not quite sure who is going.&lt;br /&gt;I think it was mid October weekend the day ZALDY was burried, when i got home from band practice ( the emoticons ), as i walked in i heard my moms voice sounding stressed and worried,&lt;br /&gt;so i walked on my way to my room when my mom came out her room and said " YOUR BROTHER WAS IN AN ACCIDENT " Then all i felt was numbness and felt my heart fell, then all i can ask was " what happened to JOY?, Then she told me that he was ok, but one of my friend is not. So i called my brothers celphone, asked if he is ok, then i found out how it happened, his GF Julie and our friend Joana had a broken collar bone, and Zaldy's Aunt had some head injuries and my other friends little brother had a broken arm, and the Driver ( Chris ) who is one of our good friends had died, because after the collision his head  got caught in between the door, which the people who helped had some problem to get him out. Even how many times my brother told me he is gone already, i was still hoping he was doing ok and i still couldn't believe that this is happening... I told my brother to get an Xray to make sure he has no internal injuries because he was complaining his chest was hurting. So after all that happened, i called Chris' mom and checked on her, she was in a hurry we didnt talk that long.&lt;br /&gt;   The next day when i came home, I called Tita G, asked how she was doing and asked her what i can do to help, then i talked to my other friends who are in Morocco, which are panicking too, after they heard what happened, so i told them the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    This is just a sad " DARK OCTOBER ", things happening in the time frame of 1 week.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So Joy took Julie to a hospital in Manila, then kat met up with them, they hanged out for a bit...&lt;br /&gt;Im glad the rest of my friends and my brother are doing fine.&lt;br /&gt;  I just wish Chris' life was spared... But i guess they are in a better place now.... First it was JONAS, Then Zaldy, Now Chris... I still get flashbacks spending time with them, * sigh * things will never be the same.&lt;br /&gt;  I guess we just need to cherish every moment we spend with family and friends......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-3409875917187598530?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/3409875917187598530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=3409875917187598530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/3409875917187598530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/3409875917187598530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/11/long-long-absence.html' title='LONG LONG ABSENCE'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-6364849786049156013</id><published>2007-10-14T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T08:40:36.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this the tooth that fell off?</title><content type='html'>My baby's not having the best day today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He lost a friend about a week back, and his bro, his bro's girl and his friends went to Pangasinan for the wake and funeral. On their way home today, they got into an accident. His bro and his girlfriend are okay, the others have minor injuries but one of 'em--the one driving--didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My condolences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hope Al would stop worrying. Love you hun. Here for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-6364849786049156013?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/6364849786049156013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=6364849786049156013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6364849786049156013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6364849786049156013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/10/is-this-tooth-that-fell-off.html' title='Is this the tooth that fell off?'/><author><name>Katia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/picturepicture/ismol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-1910350888752968573</id><published>2007-10-05T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T06:03:16.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Co-Poster</title><content type='html'>Hi, this is &lt;a href="http://akosikatia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Katia&lt;/a&gt; blogging here at Al's site. I invited myself to be one of the authors on this blog coz I am starting to pity this small space on the cyberworld. (And I'm not gonna let my hardwork be put to waste! Hmpf!) So there, from now on, everyone should refer to the footer to know who's bloggin' to avoid confusion :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-1910350888752968573?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/1910350888752968573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=1910350888752968573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1910350888752968573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1910350888752968573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/10/co-poster.html' title='Co-Poster'/><author><name>Katia</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v307/picturepicture/ismol.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-2398708296053370473</id><published>2007-10-03T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T18:18:02.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's September Visit</title><content type='html'>09/16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up early, waiting for Kat and asked my mom if she wants to go to pick up Kat. Then we went to pick her up at her hotel in downtown San Francisco. We went to Union Square where Kat took pictures of the big hearts and headed to the Cheesecake Factory for a late lunch and ended up waiting for twenty minutes! We decided to order an appetizer platter and ended up ordering just one entree coz there were four different selections for the appetizer; they ended up being full and me eating up the entree on my own. We ordered cheesecakes but we had to take em home coz we were all full.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went by my dad's work and dropped off some food. We went to Golden Gate to watch the sunset and took pictures of the bridge and the sunset. We then went home and Kat ate her Cheesecake, and then we had dinner--we ate corned beef. We went to Marco's place and borrowed his tripod and took pictures afterwards. Me and my baby went to bed early that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/17&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up at 10 and got ready and went to Kentfield to have breakfast at The Half Day Cafe. From there we went back to Golden Gate and took pictures; since it was a sunny day, my baby loved the pictures. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to drive to the beach but we ended up stopping by Ross; and then we went to the Cliff House and we took pictures again, then went to the other side of the Ocean Beach. We also went to Pacifica Beach and went to Serramonte and we couldn't decide where to eat so we settled for Barracuda Japanese restaurant. Stopped by Target for a bit and then we went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to meet Marco and the gang but they cancelled so we slept early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09/18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at 7:30, got ready, mom cooked some breakfast and my baby ate some breakfast. Took her back to her hotel then waited for an hour and a half while she was getting ready. Then we said our goodbyes. :( Then I went home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-2398708296053370473?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/2398708296053370473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=2398708296053370473&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/2398708296053370473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/2398708296053370473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/10/kats-september-visit.html' title='Kat&apos;s September Visit'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-2744842531127572115</id><published>2007-09-06T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T09:07:46.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being tagged by Katia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Where is your cell phone?&lt;/strong&gt; Both on my computer desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Relationship?&lt;/strong&gt; LD, thousands of miles away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your hair?&lt;/strong&gt; Spikey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work?&lt;/strong&gt; CNA, Parts Associate for Kragen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your sister/s?&lt;/strong&gt; Allisther. Unica hija.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite thing?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dream last night?&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't have one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your favorite drink?&lt;/strong&gt; Snapple lemon ice tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your dream car?&lt;/strong&gt; Subaru WRX STI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The room you're in?&lt;/strong&gt; My bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shoes?&lt;/strong&gt; Not wearing one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your fear/s?&lt;/strong&gt; To grow old alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;/strong&gt; Settle down, financially stable and have my own family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Who did you hang out with this weekend?&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't hang out with anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you not good at?&lt;/strong&gt; Remembering things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Muffin? &lt;/strong&gt;Blueberry muffins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of your wish list items?&lt;/strong&gt; Own house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where you grew up?&lt;/strong&gt; Cavite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last thing you did?&lt;/strong&gt; Work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Shirt and jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What aren't you wearing?&lt;/strong&gt; Shoes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your pet?&lt;/strong&gt; A pom-pom named Sid, and a dragon named Z.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your computer?&lt;/strong&gt; A pc and a laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your life?&lt;/strong&gt; So-so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your mood?&lt;/strong&gt; Tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Missing?&lt;/strong&gt; Having Katia. And my friends and family, in Cavite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What are you thinking about right now?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't wanna go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your car?&lt;/strong&gt; Beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your kitchen?&lt;/strong&gt; I don't have my own kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your summer?&lt;/strong&gt; Working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Favorite color?&lt;/strong&gt; Black or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you laughed?&lt;/strong&gt; Yesterday, when I was talking to Kat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Last time you cried?&lt;/strong&gt; Can't remember coz I'm too numb to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School?&lt;/strong&gt; City College of San Francisco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-2744842531127572115?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/2744842531127572115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=2744842531127572115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/2744842531127572115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/2744842531127572115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/09/being-tagged-by-katia.html' title='Being tagged by Katia'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-5250132676967027861</id><published>2007-09-04T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T22:18:16.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SLOW AND DRAGGING......</title><content type='html'>seems today was so slow, woke up in a bad mood, had a dream but yet i cant remember what it was, all i remember was the feeling of untrust and paranoia, i dont know of what or who... i cant explain much. All i feel is everything is so slow, even when i was driving going to my other job, i felt like my consciousness is not all there, im goin 70mph but yet it seem im going too slow, is this depression?? i hope not...&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this is just one of the times when i feel like its time to crawl in my small black hole and be alone for awhile. I dont know what to do really, i just took the day wondering but yet about nothing. I was like spaced out, i felt exhausted about everything : (. Maybe im depressed i just dont know it. The last time i felt like this was a long time ago, everything to me was uncertain, it felt like all the emotion was drained out of me, i didnt care about anything, i felt numb inside. It was the time when my motto was " FUCK EVERYONE ", but i dont get why im getting this now?!. Should i tend to figure things out or leave it alone and wait til' it pass by?!. I feel i cant trust anyone..&lt;br /&gt;While being at work I felt the clock was going really slow , every seconds seems longer. It felt it was stopping whenever im not looking at it. Every little thing irritates me, a simple ring of the phone bugs the shit out of me. Towards the end of my shift it felt forever... but i was glad i was off. I wasnt really thrilled working tonight, But gotta work. It seem i hate everything around me. Hmmm, i dont know why i get this feeling, tired? depressed? mentally exhausted?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-5250132676967027861?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/5250132676967027861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=5250132676967027861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5250132676967027861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5250132676967027861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/09/slow-and-dragging.html' title='SLOW AND DRAGGING......'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-8991308866997070601</id><published>2007-08-28T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T20:38:30.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another late post lol</title><content type='html'>8/25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My weekend was just a regular weekend, nothin much happened, skipped band practice ( emoticons ), hanged with them for a bit, then went dropped of mark. But we made a detour and stopped over at starbucks, hanged there for a bit, then dropped him off, went home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/26&lt;br /&gt;My coworker helped me change my oil and my filter, hanged at his garage for a bit, took my car for a test drive , then went home and got ready for work, long day at work. hella boring , nothing much to do.. After the day was over... i was so tired..... went home... Today is me and Kat's first month, that went really fast, its our first month but we're not spending it together.. she's in manila, and im here.. its 2 more weeks before i'll see her again... sigh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to wake up early coz i had to work in san rafael. drove early, got to work, still sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;After my dayshift, went to my night shift. s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY.....&lt;br /&gt;Chatted with Kat before she went to sleep, Day started really slow, just spent time online and watched tv while i wasnt doin anything...... Cant wait to get off work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-8991308866997070601?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/8991308866997070601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=8991308866997070601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/8991308866997070601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/8991308866997070601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-late-post-lol_28.html' title='another late post lol'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-1304173745719804825</id><published>2007-08-24T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T02:00:58.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Late Night Laundry and a MOVIE</title><content type='html'>Got home from my nightshift, got home, talked to kat for a bit then got ready for work ( again ).&lt;br /&gt;It was a boring day at work... not that busy... but before my shift was over, one of my coworker suddenly remember that there are a stock reduction thats needed to be pulled off from the inventory. The stocks must be sent back earlier tonight, so we had to finish pulling them out and wrap them up or put in a box with a label. I was supposed to get off at 6pm, but i ended up clocking out at 6:25pm, then stayed to help finish the reduction thing.. Then my old assistant manager came by to say hi, chitchat for a bit, then my current 1st assistant manager was bragging about me being his assistant manager lol, Its nice to hear that they actually want me to be an assistant manager, but i dont think i want that position, it seem that everyone wants me to take it. I dunno what to say to them.. So i left work, got home, planned to start early with my laundry, laid in bed ( was supposedly just to rest for a bit) but ended up falling asleep. Woke up, went to the HOLLYWOOD VIDEO in Westlake Shoppin Plaza, bought some dinner for me and my mom. Came back home, walked sid then started to do my laundry, now its like 1:58am, still waiting for my laundry to dry, finished watching " VACANCY" and im starting to get tired. Tomorrow is gonna be another day at work... lol how fun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-1304173745719804825?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/1304173745719804825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=1304173745719804825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1304173745719804825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1304173745719804825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-late-night-laundry-and-movie.html' title='Another Late Night Laundry and a MOVIE'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-7417711009008157678</id><published>2007-08-20T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:52:34.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST CAME IN.............</title><content type='html'>just found out that my aunt alice who was vacationing in sydney was sent back to the ICU. My dad said that yesterday they took her out there, but just earlier they took her back in. I hope she's doing ok. Today i heard my mom talking to my Lola, and she kinda mentioned how my aunt is doing ok, and she was already responsive and tried to joke around with them. They talked about her not being able to move 1 side of her body. So i ask anyone who reads this to please pray for her... and hope she starts to recover sooner.. My dad told me that they planned to send my other aunt to australia to help take care of aunt alice, that means more expenses.. I hope we'll get thru this... * sigh *&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-7417711009008157678?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/7417711009008157678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=7417711009008157678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/7417711009008157678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/7417711009008157678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-came-in.html' title='JUST CAME IN.............'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-3901993422025843451</id><published>2007-08-20T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T22:41:35.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Posts...</title><content type='html'>8 / 19 /07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up around 10:30am, rushed to get ready for work, got there and it was hella slow, got so bored.. didnt have much customers.. then before we closed i met a guy who works for ford, then he gave me his number so i can get a discount when i plan to take my car fixed over there.. Before Marlon and I closed the store, he was trying to give me an advice about me stop smoking, he said its better to quit early before its too late. That made me think for the points he made. Kept thinking about it.. Kinda want to quit smoking. When i got home, i was planning to do my laundry but i found out that the soap is in my dad's car.. so i ended up watching " HANNIBAL RISING ", im so sleepy and tired... fell asleep while watching, then woke up when KAT got back from training, talked to her for a lil' bit, then i went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/20 / 07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late.. 7:40am, hurried up, left the house at 8:15am, started driving to san rafael, it wasnt that bad.. thank god there weren't any traffic. Got to work, then i found out that i had to take my patient to the " CHIROPRACTIC " in San Bruno. i wasnt very excited.. : ( , so got him up and ready . gave him the meds and prepared him his breakfast. Drove him to the doctors at 12p. Tried to wake KAT up, so i kept messaging her, finally she woke up, kinda felt bad coz i woke her up too early.. Its her 2nd day of training... she started to review before getting ready..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to the doctors, freaking filled up a form for an hour then we just saw the doctor for 20 minutes,Talking to Kat while waiting... we kinda talked about quitting smoking.. I kinda feel that its hard to quit. Sometimes people who dont smoke dont feel that, they just think its easy, but i guess they are entitled to their opinion, I told Kat that im gonna try to quit. I hope i can quit soon. Then we had to drive back for another 45 minutes, i was hella tired...so i was just killing time, so bored... got off work, then went to my night shift. Starting shift at 7pm, started feeling pain on my right upper shoulder, it hurts when i try to lift my arm up. I dont know if i sprained my muscle or something, it's really irritating me.. Im trying to figure out how i got it, i think its when i lifted my patient up today. Sucks because i dont even have a patch to put on it, hopefully it wont swell up, coz i still have to go to work tomorrow. Now im in sf, working ( blogging and chatting lol ) hehe kidding......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-3901993422025843451?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/3901993422025843451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=3901993422025843451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/3901993422025843451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/3901993422025843451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/late-posts.html' title='Late Posts...'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-2733878647041584286</id><published>2007-08-19T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T03:27:25.447-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ANYTHING I REMEMBER....</title><content type='html'>hmmnnn.... ( thinking )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called in at work just to find out i wasnt scheduled to work, so i went to the shop with my co-worker to get my muffler changed, but when we got there, they said i got the wrong muffler so i decided to get the right one from kragen, since the shop people was asking me to pay almost 300 bucks for a double exhaust.. ( freakin f- er ) so marlon and i just hanged at jack in the box for coffee then went home and took a nap, then when i woke up, went to run errands, then hanged with mark for a bit. few hours to go til' my bday.. kat is in LA still....she left me a very sweet message on my laptop... ( wow heart sunk in, it was so sweet ) thanks hun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 17th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D-DAY... another year older... dang..... only few people remembered my bday.. but its ok... just spent it like a regular day at work, non of my co-worker knew.. even my church bandmates didnt know... lol my mom even forgot it was my birthday... thanks to all who remembered lol...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 18th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day at church, still no one knew... nothin special.. i thought i was working at 4 so i helped at church to put away some equipment. Then my big boss called me and ask where i was, so i told him, then he told me i was supposed to be at work at 3p, so i just told him that i didnt know... got home, changed to my uniform then hurry my ass to work... it was a slow day today at the store.. and i closed with the new assistant manager JASON. Got off work, got ready for band practice with the " EMOTICONS ".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called Mark then he asked me to pick him up, so i did. so i ended up waiting for him, since he was still watcing the NINERS get their ass whooped by the RAIDERS lol. When we arrived at practie it was just MARCO, SHIKES and Raymond, there was a whole scene today.. Didnt really practice, basically we just ended up hanging out... Went to mark's  house then hanged out. After that just went home...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-2733878647041584286?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/2733878647041584286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=2733878647041584286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/2733878647041584286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/2733878647041584286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/anything-i-remember.html' title='ANYTHING I REMEMBER....'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-8434172348437176675</id><published>2007-08-15T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T20:32:04.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errands day and bad news.... : (</title><content type='html'>So i got off work today... went home, did my morning routine.. went online trying to download new songs. Listened to AgainstMe while i was talking to Kat. Tryin to chill for a bit at home, then started getting ready to run my wed. errands. Finished all my errands then had lunch with Mark, had some conversation about his girl, how she is leaving for the Philippines for a vacation. He was worried about some things. We went to Barnes and Noble in Tanforan Mall, bought a book and a belt, then picked up Mark's son ( Chance ) then dropped them off their house, then my mom called and told me to call my aunt in Australia. I was like why?, then she was like your aunt is in the hospital, so i hurried home. Called my mom and asked if she still wants me to call her, but she said not anymore, coz my already talked to someone. Then I talked to my dad and asked him what happened, he told me that my aunt had a stroke while having dinner with my lola on my moms side of the family. They ran her to the hospital then my dad called the hospital and talked to the doctor. I guess right now she's in surgery. I hope she's gonna be ok, coz she raised part of my life. Hope anyone can help and pray for her safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-8434172348437176675?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/8434172348437176675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=8434172348437176675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/8434172348437176675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/8434172348437176675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/errands-day-and-bad-news.html' title='Errands day and bad news.... : ('/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-4980702419697270644</id><published>2007-08-13T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T15:18:11.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Boring Day....</title><content type='html'>Went to sleep late lastnight coz i got home like around 1 sumfin... then i chatted with kat, then i had to download some song for my co-workers iPod. Went to sleep at 3 sumfin. Woke up at 10:30am, got ready for work. It was really a slow day even at work, not much customers. I was like still floating while i was working, probably i was still tired and sleepy, so my co-worker bought some coffee and i took a break. Got off work and went home. I got home, laid in bed and fell asleep. Woke up at 11:30pm, then i ate dinner while watching a tagalog movie " ISPIRITISTA " a comedy. I kinda miss watching tagalog movie's even sometime they are corny or sumfin, but its still different. Then went to bed at 3am again. lol. Kat still not back from the Manila quickturn flight, So i just decided to go to sleep since i needed to wake up early coz' i still have to drive to San Rafael.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i woke up this morning, i found out that Kat messaging me but unfortunately my TV was off so i couldnt hear her buzzing me, chatted with her for awhile. I started getting ready for work and left. So far its been a boring day, while doing nothing here at work, just been playing my PSP console then playing the game " Metal Gear Portable Ops " im starting to get addicted to the game. lol. Right now Kat is still sleeping.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-4980702419697270644?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/4980702419697270644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=4980702419697270644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/4980702419697270644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/4980702419697270644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/just-another-boring-sunday.html' title='Just Another Boring Day....'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-502731066436885329</id><published>2007-08-11T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-13T00:31:39.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another late post but another great time with Kat</title><content type='html'>I wasn't able to update this thing... Late post alert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, August 08:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I set the karaoke up and started singin'. A little while later kat was singing too. She said she doesn't do karaoke but I don't know... We ran a lot of errands this day. had my seatbelt fixed then while waiting for it for two hours, kat shopped at Target and then we had lunch at Sizzlers. We went to the office, then the bank, a few more errands and then we went to the gas station. Kat pumped the gas lol it was her first time to do it, then we went for a carwash and it was her first time too. She looked silly, amazed. lol... Then we went to Marco's work on Ocean and Mission to exchange kat's phone but unlucky girl, phone's out of stock. Marco and I tried calling up other SF stores but all SF stores have run out of it. Too bad. Anyway we took the pink one and took off... to the grocery. We had to buy lots of meat and drinks and a lot more things. We set up a barbecue party... I invited Marco, Shikes and Raymond over. Raymond brought some beer. Then a neighbor knocks on the door and complains about the noise and then goes back and apologizes and goes back again to make sure everything's cool between him and us (my mom and I). LOL. Kat says the barbecue was great. :) We both smelled like barbecue before we slept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday, August 09:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up and didn't find Kat in bed...she was having breakfast and talking with my mom already. Poor girl had a migraine. After we left home we went for a different carwash then while driving we pass by the national cemetery and Katia suggests we go in. lol. So we did, it was peaceful and I took a lot of photos of her and she took photos of me and my car lol. She wanted to have a photo among the tombstones but I didn't. it was weird. We were hungry so we went by Krispy Kreme and got her a dozen then stopped at See's to get some chocolates for her family. Then we headed to Mark's place for the practice but no one's there but Alner and Mark, So i tried calling Shikes to see if he needs a ride, but he wasn't picking up. So we just went to Tanforan and went malling. I tried a white jacket that left lint all over my black shirt! ( freakin jacket ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went back home and went with my dad and Sid, picked my mom up from work and went to Hotpot City to have dinner. Ate a lot that we could hardly breathe. On the way back we got ourselves coffee from Starbucks. Balcony effect. Then Kat started uploading photos from her slr and started packing everything too. It was her last night at home ( sigh ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday, August 10:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We woke up and hurried to take baths, have breakfast and drove to her hotel. She's leaving by 11 and we got to the hotel past 9. Had to iron her uniform while she was gettin' ready...lol ( fun fun fun ). We talked on the phone while she was on her way to the airport until before she went in the plane. Then I went to work and church band practice at night. Went to Mark's place to hang out for a bit, but i started to get tired. So i decided to go home, so drove Alner home, on the way to his house we stopped by Jack In The Box to get something to eat coz' i was really hungry. When i got home, put the movie i borrowed from Mark then watched it. But then my parents ended up sitting in my room and watching the movie with me lol. I tried waiting for Kat, but it seem that she's goin to be late, so i just dediced to go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday, August 11:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up today and did my morning routine ( coffee at the balcony ), Kat's sleeping so i didn't try to wake her up. Got ready for church and left. After church went home and tried to lay down, but i ended up falling asleep. When i got off work and got home, Kat and I started chatting, changed clothes then headed off to Band Practice " The Emoticons " at the Hitwall Studio in South SF. When i arrived practice no one was there and the front door was locked so i ended up wating outside for the guys. It was a better session compared last week. After practice we decided to go to " Lucky Chances " to grab something to eat before we go home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-502731066436885329?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/502731066436885329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=502731066436885329&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/502731066436885329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/502731066436885329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-wasnt-able-to-update-this-thing.html' title='Another late post but another great time with Kat'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-4896633972335959875</id><published>2007-08-08T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:26:45.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kat's back</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/Rrn2O_IF8BI/AAAAAAAAABk/TDB-7dWYjU0/s1600-h/olivegarden01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096375190670405650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/Rrn2O_IF8BI/AAAAAAAAABk/TDB-7dWYjU0/s400/olivegarden01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;kat's back in sf :) , then went to pick her up... then went to dinner with her and my mom (and sid in the car) at olive garden. then picked up mark and went to starbucks... and did laundry haha coz kat wants to learn how to use 'em, lol...then ended up watching " Are We Done Yet? " while waiting for the laundry to get done... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-4896633972335959875?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/4896633972335959875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=4896633972335959875&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/4896633972335959875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/4896633972335959875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/kats-back-in-sf-then-went-to-pick-her.html' title='Kat&apos;s back'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/Rrn2O_IF8BI/AAAAAAAAABk/TDB-7dWYjU0/s72-c/olivegarden01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-940498459150661663</id><published>2007-08-07T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T21:34:04.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>D-Day</title><content type='html'>Another day at work and the day is just starting, im still sleepy. Went to sleep late lastnight coz' i was watching a dvd lol, then i fell asleep watching it while sitting on the couch. Today, Kat is gonna be arriving..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-940498459150661663?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/940498459150661663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=940498459150661663&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/940498459150661663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/940498459150661663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/d-day.html' title='D-Day'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-8943712718131953351</id><published>2007-08-06T03:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:26:45.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Laundry and a Movie night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrdiZvIF8AI/AAAAAAAAABc/NknLZJUZWr0/s1600-h/LM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095649697679667202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrdiZvIF8AI/AAAAAAAAABc/NknLZJUZWr0/s400/LM.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrdiBPIF7-I/AAAAAAAAABM/xZ8ArjrMJow/s1600-h/haunted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095649276772872162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrdiBPIF7-I/AAAAAAAAABM/xZ8ArjrMJow/s400/haunted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;It was a long and boring day at work, it was very slow at the store and the weather didnt help too, it was really foggy. Before i got off work Mark called and wanted to hang out, then i after i left work i went to Hollywood Video to return the movies and rent new ones and went to meet up with Mark at Alners place. When i got there Alner and I ended up waiting for Mark for almost close to an hour, then when he got there we went to Starbucks near Jollibee down mission st. in Daly City, we hanged at the parking lot while drinking coffee and eating donuts ( like the Po' Po's hahah ). Since im already close to Albertsons, i went to buy my laundry soap then got me and my mom some dinner from Jollibee. After Mark, Alner and I hanged, I ended up going home since it was getting late. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got home started preparing my laundry but chatted with kat for awhile ( lol ) before i actually took my laundry to the L.R. downstairs, I was hella pissed coz there are only 2 washers and only 1 was actually working, and i already ended up putting 3 quarters out of 6... ( fucking washer eating my quarters ), so had to do 2 loads out of 3. So while waiting for my laundry just went back upstairs, ate dinner while eating dinner and chatting with kat. Then i asked her to change my skin here... again lol ( sorry hun ), Then she convinced me to just use the design i used for my multiply. I liked the layout i have for my multiply so i agreed, then she ended up redoing my whole page ( really have alot of patience, thank you ). Then she left with her co worker to have an early dinner and i ended up watching the rest of the movie and finishing my laundry then went to bed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-8943712718131953351?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/8943712718131953351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=8943712718131953351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/8943712718131953351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/8943712718131953351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/laundry-and-movie-night.html' title='Laundry and a Movie night'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrdiZvIF8AI/AAAAAAAAABc/NknLZJUZWr0/s72-c/LM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-473083723048529201</id><published>2007-08-05T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:26:45.967-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long and Tiring day....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrWgcPIF77I/AAAAAAAAAA0/doXxYxMBMp8/s1600-h/emoticons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095154960396840882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrWgcPIF77I/AAAAAAAAAA0/doXxYxMBMp8/s400/emoticons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woke up to day to get ready for church.... its the first time that there wasnt a keyboard player playing with the praise team... but i think it was pretty interesting.. lol, we kinda got the hang of it, hehe, we tried pluggin the bass, the guitar and putting a single mic infront of the drum kit, and recorded the whole music we played. After the service, i listened to the video and it sounded ok.. i just wish they video the music part since all i can see are the lyrics of the songs everytime we play.. kinda wanna see how we look like playing infront of the church crowd.. After putting away everything.. i went to pick up my mom and the other car to drop off the my car to the shop, to get my freakin' seat belt fixed, then i found out that i have to spend almost 500 bucks... since the mechanic said that i have to change my two back tires too and the whole seat belt assembly plus labor fee... too much money... * sigh *... took my car thinking ill just take it next week to get it fixed but my dad said just to get the tires replaced first then the seat belt, so i had to take the car back to the shop after picking it up an hour before.. so now i got new tires, just need to get my seat belt fixed on wed. when the parts arrive, then spend another 200 something bucks for it.. oh well... After work, got ready for band practice... a new keyboard player is auditioning... it went ok, it kind felt we started over again.. since we havent practiced for almost a month i think... but it was ok... hopefully everything goes well with this... after band practice... everyone decided to hang out at the starbucks near the studio... then mark, alner and I left early.. leaving marco, shikes, raymond , rico and chaz at starbucks... we hanged at mark's for awhile then i decided i wanted to go home coz' it was getting later, dropped off alner and now im sitting infront of the comp again lol. I think we're gonna need to change the " Emoticons " logo since theres a new addition to the group.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-473083723048529201?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/473083723048529201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=473083723048529201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/473083723048529201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/473083723048529201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/long-and-tiring-day.html' title='Long and Tiring day....'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrWgcPIF77I/AAAAAAAAAA0/doXxYxMBMp8/s72-c/emoticons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-6199838571072224883</id><published>2007-08-04T02:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-04T03:09:07.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>another day... another blog.....</title><content type='html'>Woke up early today.... my alarm worked hehe.... had my morning coffee then talked to kat... then got ready for work... when i got to work, it was a slow day .... not much customer... then half way thru my shift it started getting busy... but all in all it was ok .... everyone was talking about hanging out today at work and planning to drink... even i did want to go, i couldnt got church band practice, so just told them that ill skip, after my shift went to band practice then when i got off, hanged with my friends ( mark, alner and raymond ) at starbucks, then my boss called my phone asking me where i was, coz they still wanna drink. I said im probably gonna go home after the coffee, but they went to starbucks and asked me to go with them, so we ended up eating at Lucky Chances in Colma, Ca. Man.. those people were drunk, they were just loud and i can smell the alcohol from them when they talk.. One of my co worker even got lost inside the place, he couldnt find the table we were sitting at... i was hella laughing... he had to ask the security guard.. but ramon went to get him.. so after that.. i ended up driving my boss and my other co worker home.. thank god it was just like 15 minutes from my house... and im already tired and sleepy.. so i just got home few minutes ago... tired.... another day tomorrow, still gotta wake up early for church... hopefully i wont be late this time ..... lol.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-6199838571072224883?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/6199838571072224883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=6199838571072224883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6199838571072224883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6199838571072224883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-day-another-blog.html' title='another day... another blog.....'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-1452258881826562129</id><published>2007-08-03T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:26:46.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Late Post lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrNlVfIF76I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cLUDaAhnvtg/s1600-h/pathfinder.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094527023293263778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrNlVfIF76I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cLUDaAhnvtg/s320/pathfinder.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was from yesterday 2nd of August forgot to update this.... so here it is....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the morning... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Got off work, came home, got ready for work... left for work.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;it was a slow day at work, so my manager asked me if i wanted to get off early, so went home early... got home then took a nap, then when i woke up, chatted with kat, then got ready to go to mark's crib... lol, then raymond came then we went to the famous LC ( lucky chances casino ) ate at Cafe Colma, then after that i went home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was planning to do laundry but i forgot to get some laundry soap and the one we have was left in the other car which my dad had... so im doin laundry tonight after band practice... hopefully nothin will come up and put me on a set back .... so since i didnt do laundry i ended up watching " PATHFINDER " on dvd while eating Kat's ice cream lol, ( ill get you a new one ). Got tired that i totally forgot to update this thing... so now all i need to do is remember to update this tonight haha.... later....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-1452258881826562129?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/1452258881826562129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=1452258881826562129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1452258881826562129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1452258881826562129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/another-late-post-lol.html' title='Another Late Post lol'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrNlVfIF76I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cLUDaAhnvtg/s72-c/pathfinder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-5166594585769386740</id><published>2007-08-01T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-01T21:28:55.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It felt like a long day......... but got a new phone lol</title><content type='html'>Today i got home from work.... did the morning routine ( coffee break and sit infront of the comp ) lol exciting... talked to kat, had a little disagreement ( coz of me --- sorry ) thank god we made up lol. Mark and Albert came over to hangout for a bit, then  they left to check out some car for Albert, then i went to run errands ( wed. routine as usual --- fun ) then went to Mission and Ocean to stop by Marco's work to get new phones.. wow it was a little expensive.... but its both cool phones.. got kat a razr with a dragon lol ( astig )...  i thought i was gonna pay more since it took awhile for Marco's boss to reply ( marco sent him a message asking to just void the activation so i dont have to pay for it ) but at the end i didnt have to pay for it.. After leaving the T-MO shop, went to the pharmacy to pick up something for my dad then went home and chatted.. Then im back here at work, i just realized my fingers is a lil' big for the keys of the new phone. Thanks for fixing my page hun....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-5166594585769386740?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/5166594585769386740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=5166594585769386740&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5166594585769386740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/5166594585769386740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/08/it-felt-like-long-day-but-got-new-phone.html' title='It felt like a long day......... but got a new phone lol'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-1555768067440517928</id><published>2007-07-31T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:26:46.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crushed and Brokenhearted similar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrArcPIF74I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BMH4aIrDMtM/s1600-h/brokenhearted.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093618942652837762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrArcPIF74I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BMH4aIrDMtM/s320/brokenhearted.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is the feeling of being crushed and down the same as the feeling of being broken hearted?&lt;br /&gt;right now i just wanna sink in into a dark hole.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-1555768067440517928?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/1555768067440517928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=1555768067440517928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1555768067440517928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/1555768067440517928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/07/crushed-and-brokenhearted-similar.html' title='Crushed and Brokenhearted similar?'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrArcPIF74I/AAAAAAAAAAc/BMH4aIrDMtM/s72-c/brokenhearted.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4247097755088639268.post-6567718073540671713</id><published>2007-07-31T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T19:26:46.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrArvfIF75I/AAAAAAAAAAk/trSAfeWTsf0/s1600-h/sunriseGG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093619273365319570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrArvfIF75I/AAAAAAAAAAk/trSAfeWTsf0/s320/sunriseGG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;new page.... new beginning... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;i had a page on xanga, which i tried to update.. i kinda dont like the site anymore... so i decided to start a new one here.. lot of things have been goin on lately, lot of feelings to think about.. hoping to write new stuff on here.. but i hope i remember to update this thing lol, kept forgetting to update my old one.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;grabbed the photo of the golden gate sunrise... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pretty pic... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4247097755088639268-6567718073540671713?l=1c3burn.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/feeds/6567718073540671713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4247097755088639268&amp;postID=6567718073540671713&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6567718073540671713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4247097755088639268/posts/default/6567718073540671713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://1c3burn.blogspot.com/2007/07/1st-post.html' title='1st post.......'/><author><name>1c3BuRn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02458153793563710073</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VECOdGg3ItA/RrArvfIF75I/AAAAAAAAAAk/trSAfeWTsf0/s72-c/sunriseGG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
