<?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-6481338</id><updated>2011-04-22T10:00:33.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shityard</title><subtitle type='html'>food for the soul... nah!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>91</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-111416055494143000</id><published>2005-04-22T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T17:03:48.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;center&gt;Why anwar?!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why not scott or anthony? &lt;strong&gt;darn stupid americans!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-111416055494143000?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/111416055494143000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/111416055494143000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111416055494143000' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-110982343111822019</id><published>2005-03-03T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T12:38:16.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo no soy estupido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No esconda lo que usted se siente&lt;br /&gt;Diga mi lo que es verdadero&lt;br /&gt;Soy no estupido y insensible&lt;br /&gt;se su intencion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;digame por favor esto no es apenas mi imaginacion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-110982343111822019?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110982343111822019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110982343111822019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110982343111822019' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-110958740240136138</id><published>2005-02-28T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:43:22.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hurray for ray!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shout outs to ma'boy jamie foxx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-110958740240136138?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110958740240136138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110958740240136138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110958740240136138' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-110631343614060317</id><published>2005-01-21T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T21:17:16.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ocean's Twelve&lt;/strong&gt;... I would pick an episode of CSI over this movie...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-110631343614060317?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110631343614060317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110631343614060317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110631343614060317' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-110413018884645444</id><published>2004-12-27T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:49:48.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;Jam time (part2)&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same place, sunday night... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-110413018884645444?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110413018884645444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110413018884645444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110413018884645444' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-110389421518122830</id><published>2004-12-24T21:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T21:16:55.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-110389421518122830?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110389421518122830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110389421518122830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110389421518122830' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-110352284207601341</id><published>2004-12-20T14:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:07:22.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;jam time&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jammed with 7th sign last night at &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;legend live house&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in malate! &lt;strong&gt;ASTEEG!&lt;/strong&gt; I had nine beers but I was sober enough to sing. And I sing better when I have a little alcohol in my system. Next week ulit! Nood naman kayo!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-110352284207601341?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110352284207601341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110352284207601341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110352284207601341' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-110240996383808498</id><published>2004-12-07T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T17:01:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;I sure wish we had snow...&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/kevon/snowman.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Wouldn't that be &lt;strong&gt;cool&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-110240996383808498?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110240996383808498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/110240996383808498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110240996383808498' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109879348227955185</id><published>2004-10-26T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T20:24:42.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't ya'll just love Christmas!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite time of the year! Merry Christmas everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109879348227955185?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109879348227955185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109879348227955185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109879348227955185' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109835348099547462</id><published>2004-10-21T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T18:11:20.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Currently Re-grouping&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in little bits and pieces. Keep taggin'! I guess that'll make me feel better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109835348099547462?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109835348099547462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109835348099547462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109835348099547462' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109730419940423393</id><published>2004-10-09T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T14:43:19.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;freaky earthquake!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Did you feel the earthquake last night? Scared the crap outta everyone! I was in Mc Donald's last night when that happened (Don't you just love Mc Donald's.). Anyway, Everyone ran out of the building! I don't know what's wrong with me, but earthquakes, they don't scare me. Not a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just sitting there enjoying my fries, but in my head, I was like, "hang in there kev, when everyone's out, go for the burgers!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! At least I wasn't going for the cash-registers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109730419940423393?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109730419940423393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109730419940423393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109730419940423393' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109712298073815339</id><published>2004-10-07T13:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T12:30:27.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;personal style&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how in an urban jungle like ours, people still think that personal style is about fitting in, getting lost in a sea of sameness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out for a nice afternoon stroll at the mall yesterday. Visiting power books, M1, basically just walking around green belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now usually when I go out, I don't think about what to wear, I just wear what I feel like wearing. So I put on a pair of chucks, a pair of faded and torn pants (my brother calls it &lt;strong&gt;"101H"&lt;/strong&gt; pants as in &lt;strong&gt;"101 Holes"&lt;/strong&gt; I love wearing those pants.), a shirt I got from Rustan's (it looks old but it's really new, I think they call it &lt;em&gt;vintage&lt;/em&gt;.) and to top off my ensemble, I wrapped my head with an old shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I may look ridiculous... Better that than look like everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was standing in line at Mc Donald's, I noticed a group of high school boys (all covered in fake silver bling) from across the room were laughing and pointing at me. Of course I didn't care. But one of them punk asses yelled out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Yan ata ang uso ngayun"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I still wouldn't give a damn, but I figured I should take it upon myself to teach these kids some manners. So i came up to them, slammed my fist on their table and asked them, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Is there a problem?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't picking on a fight or anything, but they chickened out anyway.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109712298073815339?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109712298073815339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109712298073815339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109712298073815339' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109696676621304670</id><published>2004-10-05T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T17:30:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;With The Birds I'll Share This Lonely View&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happened to us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was there ever an us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or was it all just my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Joy siy, and a jagged little pill&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the stage, about to sing and someone yelled out my name! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEVIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my former classmate Joy Siy. Weird, but somehow I knew I was gonna bump into someone I haven't seen in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the show there's an after party. And in that after party there's a lot of craziness goin' on. I haven't smoked for almost three weeks now and I don't plan to start the habit again. But being in the middle of three-dozen chain smokers wasn't easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was sitting on a corner, a beautiful girl came up to me and handed me a pill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"ano to?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Valium, inumin mo na para hindi ka naman malungkot diyan."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the pill with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not taking it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with smoking, I'm not gonna start with something worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109696676621304670?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109696676621304670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109696676621304670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109696676621304670' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109644005181853115</id><published>2004-09-29T14:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T14:40:51.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Isn't it obvious? I have the biggest crush on her!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.google.com.ph/images?q=tbn:YYFjRCgjhNoJ:www.cattdaddy.com/alicia6.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                ++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;My dad left for Thailand this morning&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take care dad! Get me something you think I'll like! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109644005181853115?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109644005181853115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109644005181853115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109644005181853115' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109628308077351518</id><published>2004-09-27T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-27T19:04:40.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heard Prayers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;br /&gt;This is so weird!&lt;br /&gt;Right after finishing my last post last night, I received a message from her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night kev.&lt;br /&gt;hope you sleep &lt;br /&gt;well tonight.u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender:&lt;br /&gt;Kate&lt;br /&gt;+63927...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sent:&lt;br /&gt;21:48:12&lt;br /&gt;09/25/2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart leaped with joy! My hands were shaking as I typed my reply message...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEEP!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check Operator Services!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I almost cried! Good thing Vea was there to save my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were chatting through YM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vea: globe ka diba? sheran nalang kita ng load. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Vea you're a real life saver! I can't thank you enough! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I texted her good night, sweet dreams and all the cheesy things that I could think of. Then I told her that i really, really miss talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this is what she had to say, &lt;em&gt;"Edi let's talk sometime.u"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty simple huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to me that meant a lot! A whole lot! I am so looking forward to that talk!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109628308077351518?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109628308077351518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109628308077351518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109628308077351518' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109620422360506574</id><published>2004-09-26T20:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T21:31:54.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why are you so torpe?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions regarding my love life (If I have one) usually fall under the category of &lt;em&gt;"non of your business!"&lt;/em&gt; And by the manner that person asked me that question, I'm positive he's referring to my love life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not torpe! I do talk to kate when i have the chance. It's just don't get that chance quite often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her... We used to text each other every couple of hours just to check up on each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss her... I really mis her...&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     ++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Dry Your Eyes&lt;/h4&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In one single moment your whole life can turn 'round &lt;br /&gt;I stand there for a minute starin' straight into the ground &lt;br /&gt;Lookin' to the left slightly, then lookin' back down &lt;br /&gt;World feels like it's caved in - proper sorry frown &lt;br /&gt;Please let me show you where we could only just be, for us &lt;br /&gt;I can change and I can grow or we could adjust &lt;br /&gt;The wicked thing about us is we always have trust &lt;br /&gt;We can even have an open relationship, if you must &lt;br /&gt;I look at her she stares almost straight back at me &lt;br /&gt;But her eyes glaze over like she's lookin' straight through me &lt;br /&gt;Then her eyes must have closed for what seems an eternity &lt;br /&gt;When they open up she's lookin' down at her feet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up &lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea &lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts &lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now &lt;br /&gt;It's over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then I move my hand up from down by my side &lt;br /&gt;It's shakin', my life is crashin' before my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Turn the palm of my hand up to face the skies &lt;br /&gt;Touch the bottom of her chin and let out a sigh &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I can't imagine my life without you and me &lt;br /&gt;There's things I can't imagine doin', things I can't imagine seein' &lt;br /&gt;It weren't supposed to be easy, surely &lt;br /&gt;Please, please, I beg you please &lt;br /&gt;She brings her hands up towards where my hands rested &lt;br /&gt;She wraps her fingers round mine with the softness she's blessed with &lt;br /&gt;She peels away my fingers, looks at me and then gestures &lt;br /&gt;By pushin' my hand away to my chest, from hers &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up &lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea &lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts &lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now &lt;br /&gt;It's over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm just standin' there, I can't say a word &lt;br /&gt;'Cause everythin's just gone &lt;br /&gt;I've got nothin' &lt;br /&gt;Absolutely nothin' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to pull her close out of bare desperation &lt;br /&gt;Put my arms around her tryin' to change what she's sayin' &lt;br /&gt;Pull my head level with hers so she might engage in &lt;br /&gt;Look into her eyes to make her listen again &lt;br /&gt;I'm not gonna fuckin', just fuckin' leave it all now &lt;br /&gt;'Cause you said it'd be forever and that was your vow &lt;br /&gt;And you're gonna let our things simply crash and fall down &lt;br /&gt;You're well out of order now, this is well out of town &lt;br /&gt;She pulls away, my arms are tightly clamped round her waist &lt;br /&gt;Gently pushes me back and she looks at me straight &lt;br /&gt;Turns around so she's now got her back to my face &lt;br /&gt;Takes one step forward, looks back, and then walks away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up &lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea &lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts &lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now &lt;br /&gt;It's over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know in the past I've found it hard to say &lt;br /&gt;Tellin' you things, but not tellin' straight &lt;br /&gt;But the more I pull on your hand and say &lt;br /&gt;The more you pull away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know it's hard to take but her mind has been made up &lt;br /&gt;There's plenty more fish in the sea &lt;br /&gt;Dry your eyes mate &lt;br /&gt;I know you want to make her see how much this pain hurts &lt;br /&gt;But you've got to walk away now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad Song...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109620422360506574?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109620422360506574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109620422360506574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109620422360506574' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109600036157238262</id><published>2004-09-24T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-24T12:32:41.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;The prank tagger just won't give it a rest!&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys! don't worry, I'm getting flooble! But for now no tag board. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't say anything like that to Vea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good Christian Boy... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109600036157238262?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109600036157238262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109600036157238262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109600036157238262' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109582403468117257</id><published>2004-09-22T11:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-22T11:35:41.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h4&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you're going to make a mistake, do it right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plural form of &lt;em&gt;Stuff &lt;/em&gt;is not &lt;em&gt;Stuffs&lt;/em&gt;, it's still &lt;em&gt;Stuff&lt;/em&gt;. But if you're going to make this mistake, pls. do it right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knife-Knives&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Leaf-Leaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loaf-loaves&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, &lt;em&gt;Stuff-Stuves&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that was a joke. I am not Simple-minded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109582403468117257?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109582403468117257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109582403468117257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109582403468117257' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109568303785314815</id><published>2004-09-20T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-20T20:51:14.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v498/kevon/shangdi_210213142175_44290.jpg"&gt; Shang Di&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the God i worship. Learn more about my God, &lt;a href="http://www.wbschool.org/chinesecharacters.htm"target="_blank"&gt;click&lt;/a&gt; here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109568303785314815?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109568303785314815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109568303785314815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109568303785314815' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109559512794825777</id><published>2004-09-19T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-19T20:01:35.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just so you guys know, I'm back in my happy mode!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://veascharmbracelet.blogspot.com/"&gt;vea&lt;/a&gt; great party! Happy birthday again girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vea one of the sweetest, if not the sweetest girl I know! From baka ng batangas to bagging first prize in last year's drama fest! We've come a long way, i guess... Anyhow, We were the key players! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://photobucket.com/albums/v498/kevon/UST%20days/?action=view&amp;current=86e22a4b.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://photobucket.com/albums/v498/kevon/UST%20days/th_86e22a4b.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(a year ago)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=http://photobucket.com/albums/v498/kevon/?action=view&amp;current=e578ec9b.jpg&gt;&lt;img src=http://photobucket.com/albums/v498/kevon/th_e578ec9b.jpg&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The reunion!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA! miss you vea! &lt;h4&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE YOU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109559512794825777?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109559512794825777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109559512794825777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109559512794825777' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109540937692437624</id><published>2004-09-17T15:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T16:50:11.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;there's an A-Hole on the loose!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've heard of prank callers and prank texters before. But prank taggers? please! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kevin: cha, it's none of your business okay? and arianne: i know you wanted to have sex with me huh? right? what a flirt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see folks, i don't do these sorta tags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the one who's doing this &lt;h3&gt;may the wrath of God fall upon you!&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;strong&gt;You have pissed me off so badly that you leave me no choice but to place a hex on you!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;h3&gt;May you have sleepless nights, may you lose your eyesight! May your feet and hands and face be filled with horrible blisters!&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;h2&gt;MABAOG KA SANA!!!&lt;/h2&gt; There that should teach you a lesson...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;GET A LIFE YOU PRICK!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109540937692437624?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109540937692437624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109540937692437624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109540937692437624' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109505393898094603</id><published>2004-09-13T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T13:40:04.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h4&gt;If I Aint Got You&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me all night to get to play this song right. All the hard work infront of the keyboard payed off. Now i just need a female vocalist to sing Alicia Key's part. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109505393898094603?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109505393898094603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109505393898094603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109505393898094603' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109452896100492949</id><published>2004-09-07T11:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-07T11:49:21.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;no mo' drama!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate: The girl who cracked me up when I thought smiling was impossible. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109452896100492949?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109452896100492949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109452896100492949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109452896100492949' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109436714696506088</id><published>2004-09-05T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T11:25:18.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h3&gt;post replay&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4/4/2004 "Goodbye" 604 K.A.L.C. version&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could find the perfect words to say,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe silence is the best way to explain.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could buy a little more time,&lt;br /&gt;but everything changes I guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away all the moments that we had.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away but don't walk away mad.&lt;br /&gt;Coz we knew this time would come soon,&lt;br /&gt;But now it's too late and it is time for us to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny how the way time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought you knew, it just passes you by.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time to turn the page, another chapter is about to end&lt;br /&gt;and that's the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away all the moments that we had.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away but don't walk away mad.&lt;br /&gt;Coz we knew this time would come soon, &lt;br /&gt;But now it's too late and it's time for us to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's time.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's here, the time we all feared&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling hard tryin' to hold back tears,&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the time go I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what happens while you're makin' plans.&lt;br /&gt;On and on time flows on,&lt;br /&gt;Quickly here and now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;But hey... let's celebrate the good times&lt;br /&gt;But for now I guess this is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      ++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Square in the ass!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: reality bites!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe: square in the ass dude! Square in the ass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the gang,&lt;/strong&gt; I didn't tell you this when I had the chance, so I really hope you get to read this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A huge part of me wants things the way they were, a small part of me tells me that i should face the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how that small part can be so influential. Somehow I knew this was coming. I can't blame you guys, us not being with you as often as before could be the big factor. let's face it we've grown apart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm starting to care less about the group, and that's just sad. I don't care if you find new people to hang out with, that's understandable. I went to mina's party just for old time's sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, I'm not bitter and I still care for each one of you, individually but I'm afraid not as a group. I just think that it would be so selfish of me to expect the same treatment I had from you guys before now that I'm not around that often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you guys and you know that!&lt;/strong&gt; I still have a lot in mind but I can't spill everything. I just want to clarify one thing, the degree of our friendship may change but I don't want our friendship to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tina, Ak, Toni, Mina Keep in touch, you know how to reach me. I'm one call away.  &lt;br /&gt;           ++++++++++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h3&gt;This is what's really on my mind.&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still very.&lt;br /&gt;I tried but I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I can't so I can't.&lt;br /&gt;I tried pretending. &lt;br /&gt;I did a great job.&lt;br /&gt;And so I think.&lt;br /&gt;I still.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm a coward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll regret this day!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't make sense? Believe me it does. If you know me, you'll know what's on my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again, no body knows me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109436714696506088?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109436714696506088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109436714696506088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109436714696506088' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109426553743226915</id><published>2004-09-04T10:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T10:54:34.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Happy Birthday Mina!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;drink! eat! and be merry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be poppin' the first beer to Mina and the gang! fa' sho'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The video goes out to the birthday girl Mina. Well at least the part where 50 goes "go shorty it's ya, birthday!" I don't really dig this song... it's just the only video i can find that has the words "happy birthday" in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaybee, thank you for the video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109426553743226915?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109426553743226915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109426553743226915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109426553743226915' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109410714322241671</id><published>2004-09-02T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T14:58:46.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"It's beginning to look/smell a lot like Christmas" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The smell of puto bung bong and bibingka woke me up this morning! Don't you just love fatty Christmas food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109410714322241671?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109410714322241671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109410714322241671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109410714322241671' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109402701276683307</id><published>2004-09-01T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T16:27:22.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Flood boy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the floods of metro manila, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loose, I'm dirty, and you can try to step on me or you can run me over with your car but I don't go down easy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109402701276683307?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109402701276683307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109402701276683307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109402701276683307' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109384250957805602</id><published>2004-08-30T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T15:10:48.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm back!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the joys of having to be gone for so long is that the moment you come back, you get hugs from everyone. Well that isn't always the case, but more often than not, especially when you have marked their lives one way or another, people are actually gonna be happy to see you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a lot of catching up to do with "the gang" and some fella's at ABSC. It's nice to know there's gonna be plenty of time for that come Saturday! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chatting with a friend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: hey prata!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prata: hey Filipino guy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: guess what? I saw her again! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prata: Oh cool! did anything happen this time?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: What do you mean?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prata: Never mind. so, did you tell her how you feel about her?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: Nah! I have a good thing going on. I don't need a girl to mess things up. I'm happy with my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prata: Sure you are...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: But seeing her again is like, is like,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Prata: Let me guess, It's like stepping out into the rising sun,Or taking in the first breath of a new country.It's like feeling the touch of raindrops on your skin,Or running your fingers over freshly grown grass.It's like the caress of the wind on a hot summer day,Or smelling the dew on the early morning air.It's like seeing the sun set in beautiful hues,When I watch her come my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Me: whow! where did that come from?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://resplendentenlightenment.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Prata: My latest post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109384250957805602?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109384250957805602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109384250957805602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109384250957805602' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109325726967655600</id><published>2004-08-23T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:57:30.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The Different Sides of Me"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I'm &lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;, this is me:&lt;br /&gt;How to make a kevin&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 5 parts pride 1 part humour 1 part instinct&lt;br /&gt;Method: Layer ingredientes in a shot glass. Add a little lustfulness if desired!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I'm &lt;strong&gt;Kevon&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How to make a kevon&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 3 parts competetiveness 5 parts brilliance1 part ego&lt;br /&gt;Method: Stir together in a glass tumbler with a salted rim. Serve with a slice of caring and a pinch of salt. Yum!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When I feel like just being &lt;strong&gt;Kev&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How to make a kev&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 5 parts friendliness 5 parts humour 1 part instinct&lt;br /&gt;Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add fitness to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When &lt;strong&gt;Alphonsus&lt;/strong&gt; kicks in:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;How to make a alphonsus&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients: 5 parts success 3 parts humour 5 parts ego&lt;br /&gt;Method: Combine in a tall glass half filled with crushed ice. Add wisdom to taste! Do not overindulge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I drink, therefore I am!" &lt;/strong&gt;This is but just another personality test, they say it's not accurate, but surprisingly, in my case it is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;form action="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php" method="post"&gt;Username:&lt;input name="uname"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="How do you make a 'you'?"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com/cocktail/cocktail.php"&gt;Personality cocktail&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.go-quiz.com"&gt;Go-Quiz.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109325726967655600?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109325726967655600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109325726967655600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109325726967655600' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109298989668818735</id><published>2004-08-20T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T15:33:21.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dead Old lady&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was my grand pa's sister's funeral. The weirdest funeral ever! First things first, I wanna congratulate my grandma Sophie for a very long life! 87 years old! High five grandma! Okay, why was it weird? Because we had to follow these crazy traditions I never knew existed. But I guess that's just how things work in the barrios of bulacan. One thing I realized, if I'm going to die, just burn my body and put it in a jar. I don't want people to go through the trouble of following weird traditions on the day of my funeral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109298989668818735?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109298989668818735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109298989668818735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109298989668818735' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109266700401215108</id><published>2004-08-16T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T22:36:44.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I so don't have time for this anymore!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick update: saturday, We partied all night! Padis Las Pinas, Featuring Passage.&lt;br /&gt;              sunday, Church, as usual. &lt;br /&gt;              today, my grand daddy's sister died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109266700401215108?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109266700401215108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109266700401215108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109266700401215108' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109212279637269494</id><published>2004-08-10T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T15:26:36.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA I'm 18!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i take that back! By birthday didn't suck!&lt;br /&gt;I Had a great time. My friends took me to this place in Las Pinas, it looked real fancy! A cafe' With a billiard hall. but what made the night really fun was the fact that everything in the menu cost 15 bucks! Guys you should try this place! the place is called kinse lang, beside padis point L.P. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the cheapest birthday party ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109212279637269494?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109212279637269494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109212279637269494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109212279637269494' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109195279707010041</id><published>2004-08-08T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T16:17:17.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's my birthday, it sucks! I'll just fill you in with the details tommorow. I need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109195279707010041?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109195279707010041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109195279707010041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109195279707010041' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109099275933611842</id><published>2004-07-28T12:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T13:34:52.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My apologies"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my friends, my deepest apologies if&amp;nbsp;I have not been texting back. &lt;strong&gt;Wala akong load!&lt;/strong&gt; Okay, that would probably be the biggest lie ever invented by the cellphone-using public. It's just that I have been really busy lately making money and at the same time looking for a new school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll catch up with you guys soon, I promise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Living up to its name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"shityard"&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It seems that no one, not even me,&amp;nbsp;wants to check this shityard out anymore. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakasama ng loob... =( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it because of my pictures? I hope not! Anyway,&amp;nbsp;who am I to complain? &amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Easytech&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since the last time I wrote something here. Blogger.com&amp;nbsp;seems to be getting a lot more user-friendly.&amp;nbsp;Frankly,&amp;nbsp;I still would prefer&amp;nbsp;using HTMLs instead of&amp;nbsp;having&amp;nbsp;it this easy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109099275933611842?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109099275933611842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109099275933611842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109099275933611842' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-109029926760627926</id><published>2004-07-20T12:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T12:54:27.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The mystery of the monoblock lock&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why stores inside malls put a monoblock chair on their doors when they close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the answer. But I won't tell you! Hahaha! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you guys are thinking, enjoy the Bob Marley video "Buffalo Soldier"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-109029926760627926?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109029926760627926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/109029926760627926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109029926760627926' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108970625018173316</id><published>2004-07-13T15:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T16:50:55.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is one proof that not all the rappers have lost their minds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to rap about blings, drugs, sex and guns to sell records or to prove that you're tough... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics to Jesus Walks by Kanye West. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to recruit all the soldiers&lt;br /&gt;All of god's soldiers&lt;br /&gt;We at War&lt;br /&gt;We at war with society, terrorism, racism, but most of all we at war wit ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks - God show me the way because the devil's tryin'a break me down&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks With Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kanye West Lyrics. Jesus Walks lyrics. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Ya know what the mid-west iz? Young and Restless&lt;br /&gt;Where restless [niggaz] might snatch yo necklace&lt;br /&gt;And next these [niggaz] might jack yo lexus&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell these [niggaz] who Kanye West iz&lt;br /&gt;I walk through the valley of the Chi where death iz&lt;br /&gt;Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless &lt;br /&gt;Try to catch it&lt;br /&gt;Its kinda hard getting chocked by detectives &lt;br /&gt;Yeh Yeh now check the method&lt;br /&gt;They be askin us questions, harrasin, arrest us&lt;br /&gt;Sayin we eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast, huh&lt;br /&gt;Yall eat pieces of shit? Whats the basis?&lt;br /&gt;We aint goin nowhere..but got suits and cases&lt;br /&gt;A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis&lt;br /&gt;My momma used to say only Jesus can save us&lt;br /&gt;Well momma I know I act a fool but ill be gone to November&lt;br /&gt;I got packs to move, I hope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kanye West Lyrics. Jesus Walks lyrics. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks- God show me the way because the devil tryna break me down&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks With Me- The only thing that I pray iz that my feet dont fail me now (i waaaaant jeeeesus)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks- And I dont think theres nothing I could do now to right my wrongs (Jesus walk Jesus walk)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks With Me-I wanna talk to God but im afraid cuz we aint spoke in so long. (i waaaaant jeeeesus)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks- God show me the way because the devil tryna break me down (ooh believe)&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks With Me- The only thing that I pray iz that my feet dont fail me now&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks- And I dont think theres nothing I could do now to right my wrongs&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks- I wanna talk to God but im afraid cuz we aint spoke in so long.&lt;br /&gt;(jesus walks) So long (jesus walks) So long (jesus walks with me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kanye West Lyrics. Jesus Walks lyrics. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers, even the strippers&lt;br /&gt;(jesus walks with them)&lt;br /&gt;To the victims of welfare, feel we livin in hell here, hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;(jesus walks with them)&lt;br /&gt;Now hear thee hear thee, wanna see thee more clearly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know he hear me when my feet get weary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we're thee almost nearly extinct&lt;br /&gt;We rappers is role models, we rap we don't think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I ain't here to argue about his facial features&lt;br /&gt;Or here to convert atheists into believers &lt;br /&gt;Im just tryna say the way school need teachers&lt;br /&gt;The Way Kathy Lee needed Regis...thats the way y'all need Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So here go my single dawg, radio needs this&lt;br /&gt;They-said-you-could-rap-about anything except for jesus&lt;br /&gt;That means guns, sex, lies, videotape&lt;br /&gt;But if I talk about God my record wont get played, huh?&lt;/strong&gt;Well if this take away from my spinz...which will prolly take away my endz..&lt;br /&gt;Then i hope it take away from my sinz and bring the day that im dreamin bout...&lt;br /&gt;Next time im in the club, everybody screaming out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Kanye West Lyrics. Jesus Walks lyrics. ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks- God show me the way because the devil tryna break me down&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Walks With Me- The only thing that I pray iz that my feet dont fail me now (with me... with me) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check out the video in my video box!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Welcome back!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://images.google.com.ph/images?q=tbn:mmHT_7D2wekJ:www.click2music.fi/finland/viikkarit/vk01/mase.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember him? The rapper from harlem who turned evangelist...&lt;br /&gt;He's back with a new cut, He's not his old self though... This time he says he's all clean. Anyway, see for yourself... &lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/users/5034093"&gt;Click&lt;/a&gt; this link that leads to my myspace account, the videos under the heading "music"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108970625018173316?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108970625018173316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108970625018173316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108970625018173316' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108955419305163139</id><published>2004-07-11T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T21:56:33.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nuttin' much&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since the last time I wrote something worth reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has really been going on in my life?, well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't write anything... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting some pictures from our band's recent gigs, just so you guys can see something new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to change the background music as often as possible, just so you guys can listen to something while there is nothing to read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, thanks for stopping by...   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108955419305163139?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108955419305163139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108955419305163139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108955419305163139' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108945545626767015</id><published>2004-07-10T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-10T18:30:56.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee direction=up&gt;&lt;h2&gt; happy birthday mom! &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108945545626767015?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108945545626767015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108945545626767015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108945545626767015' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108899577618309710</id><published>2004-07-05T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T16:32:10.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my band!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://photos.friendster.com/photos/20/19/3819102/4475184150704m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These chicks don't even know the name of my band...&lt;br /&gt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! kidding guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Red!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there Bro! It's your first birthday away from home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy 19th birthday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108899577618309710?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108899577618309710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108899577618309710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108899577618309710' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108841635595778407</id><published>2004-06-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-29T14:11:26.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bull's eye&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;balisong-river maya&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your face lights up the sky on the highway. &lt;br /&gt;Someday, you'll share your world with me someday. &lt;br /&gt;You mesmerize me with diamond eyes; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I try to fool myself to think I'll be alright.&lt;br /&gt;But I am losing all control - &lt;br /&gt;My mind, my heart, my body and my soul &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never in my life have I been more sure, &lt;br /&gt;So come on up to me and close the door. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's made me feel this way before; &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wanted and more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To speak or not to; where to begin. &lt;br /&gt;The way dilemmas I'm finding myself in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For all I know you only see me as a friend. &lt;br /&gt;I try to tell myself wake up fool; this fairy tale's got to end.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Never in my life have I been more sure, &lt;br /&gt;So come on up to me and close the door. &lt;br /&gt;Nobody's made me feel this way before; &lt;br /&gt;You're everything I wanted (more)."  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're everything I wanted &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the one who took my breath away...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108841635595778407?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108841635595778407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108841635595778407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108841635595778407' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108756613180948483</id><published>2004-06-18T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T21:42:11.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;some random thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have a girl tell me off than for me to be left hanging...&lt;br /&gt;I'm a night person...&lt;br /&gt;But don't get me wrong, I love the sun, I love the daytime. It's just that I love the stars and the moon better... &lt;br /&gt;I have trouble sleeping...&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep no matter what I do... &lt;br /&gt;I can't write anything, I just wanna write something...&lt;br /&gt;I'm so stressed out! &lt;br /&gt;This is my outlet...&lt;br /&gt;But the only thing that makes me forget about all these crap is her smile...&lt;br /&gt;Her voice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108756613180948483?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108756613180948483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108756613180948483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108756613180948483' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108616330995541772</id><published>2004-06-02T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T16:38:16.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;h1&gt; SHIT HAPPENS!&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rule #1: never give your URL to someone who's not supposed to see your blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a fact that I am the most stupid person in this sick sad world of ours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have messed everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messed up my friendship with her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! talk about hitting rock bottom!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108616330995541772?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108616330995541772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108616330995541772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108616330995541772' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108562675307759269</id><published>2004-05-27T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T10:59:13.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from the girl who took my breath away.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/10170288_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kate:upper right corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she sent me this testimonial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This guy right here is someone so unpredictable. I've watched him go through numerous escapades (ehem) and not that i know it all, its just that he never fails to amaze me knowing he's gone for a moment, and he's back the next. Know what i mean? Anyhow, kevin's been a great friend, we've had talks and stuff but we really havent got the chance to really know each other. He's a singer-rapper-beatboxer- dancer...whatever you want him to do- expect it done. We've had some good laughs in the past and i look forward to spending more times with this guy! 1 problem - there's just too many girls around! haha! I dont really know if the problem is that he cant decide or pinag- aagawan lang talaga sha. (ehem) From what I gather so far, he fancies being his younger brother's part-time yaya, he is a text freak (like me), and he's really soft hearted down there. Siguro i'll get to tell you guys much more after I interview him personally. Watch out for it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108562675307759269?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108562675307759269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108562675307759269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108562675307759269' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108488222983140612</id><published>2004-05-18T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-18T20:10:29.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Time out!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time out from blogging, time out from everything...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108488222983140612?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108488222983140612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108488222983140612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108488222983140612' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108476696844551325</id><published>2004-05-17T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T12:11:55.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss high school,&lt;br /&gt;I miss elementary,&lt;br /&gt;I miss high school friends,&lt;br /&gt;I miss elementary friends,&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing under the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my first crush,&lt;br /&gt;I miss eating peanut butter and fita,&lt;br /&gt;I miss chasing stray cats,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my cousins in Canada,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my friends in the states,&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing basketball,&lt;br /&gt;I miss miss J.,&lt;br /&gt;I miss Mr. C.,&lt;br /&gt;I miss making prank phone calls,&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping early,&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching the sun rise,&lt;br /&gt;I miss star gazing,&lt;br /&gt;I miss writing songs,&lt;br /&gt;I miss having clean lungs,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my long straight hair,&lt;br /&gt;I miss having money in my wallet,&lt;br /&gt;I miss playing the guitar,&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a rocker,&lt;br /&gt;I miss being a hip hoper,&lt;br /&gt;I miss banaue,&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleeping all day,&lt;br /&gt;I miss UST,&lt;br /&gt;I miss AB,&lt;br /&gt;I miss 1CA3,&lt;br /&gt;I miss ABSC,&lt;br /&gt;I miss the gang,&lt;br /&gt;I miss D'fort,&lt;br /&gt;I miss cafe' dapits,&lt;br /&gt;I miss taking the jeepney to school,&lt;br /&gt;I miss sleep-overs,&lt;br /&gt;I miss walking someone home,&lt;br /&gt;I miss flying a kite,&lt;br /&gt;I miss cooking,&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I miss doing a lot,&lt;br /&gt;I miss swimming in the beach in the afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;I miss holding her hand,&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old gameboy,&lt;br /&gt;I miss laughing so hard,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108476696844551325?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108476696844551325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108476696844551325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108476696844551325' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108417849376346788</id><published>2004-05-10T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T16:42:21.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Better late than never!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A day late, still, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2&gt;happy mother's day mom!&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People say we have a lot in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, "The fruit can never fall too far from the tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liquor ban&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weekend with out alcohol is worse than a regular day. If it wasn't for Anna the night would've sucked!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108417849376346788?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108417849376346788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108417849376346788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108417849376346788' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108393519055944832</id><published>2004-05-07T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T21:20:08.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;:p&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that you are still inside my head. Though I try so hard, I can't seem to find a way to get you out of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's weird, you're inside my head but you wreak havoc on my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm just gonna hold back the tears for the rest of my life, well at least till it hits the fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the people who think that I'm being such a baby about this, leave me alone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To each his own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108393519055944832?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108393519055944832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108393519055944832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108393519055944832' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108357290333229578</id><published>2004-05-03T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T17:35:04.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                                                    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a long week for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out with a friend last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Selene, 21 year old single parent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real tough girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a real cute 3 year old kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We watched &lt;strong&gt;"Starky and Hutch"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! I had a great time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Selene...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me one good reason to let go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so damn hard to let go of something you never had...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't make any sense...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108357290333229578?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108357290333229578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108357290333229578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108357290333229578' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108305671229213209</id><published>2004-04-27T16:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-27T17:10:43.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a lot of crazy stuff going through my head lately. I can't even figure out a way on how to put these thoughts into words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all doesn't make any sense...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I figure out a way on how to express this craziness, you guys will be the first people to know what's going on my strange, inexplicable, odd, puzzled, baffled, bewildered, bemused, peculiar, weird, enigmatic, shadowy, furtive mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I'm crazy!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108305671229213209?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108305671229213209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108305671229213209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108305671229213209' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108280505859515617</id><published>2004-04-24T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T19:22:52.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well I guess after so long I have managed to smile...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just got home from Laguna. I must say, high school friends are the people you could call real friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not saying that it's impossible to find real friends elsewhere. It's just that high school friends are different. I guess all yah'll know what I mean...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing my guts out all day!  Reminiscing the old days. (Geeez, I'm talking as if I'm 50!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I felt like I was in high school again! There we were doing some stupid stuff like pulling each other's shorts down and using an inflated condom for a beach ball. Hell yah it was real stupid but no one cared. We were all having fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;katz, lyka, ian, allen, carlo, daniel, jonathan, thanks for making me laugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108280505859515617?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108280505859515617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108280505859515617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108280505859515617' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108261244552024587</id><published>2004-04-22T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:44:52.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>:( I'm in GLUM town!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a while since the last time I smiled... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will somebody get me out of this phase! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108261244552024587?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108261244552024587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108261244552024587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108261244552024587' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108235040846708843</id><published>2004-04-19T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T13:43:06.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try this!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crush007.com/love.cgi?id=1082353263gwb"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;click here&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you wish to find out if you're going to end up with the person that you truly love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108235040846708843?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108235040846708843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108235040846708843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108235040846708843' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108212773201658578</id><published>2004-04-16T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T23:18:06.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me against an army!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was in my room watching T.V. a swarm of little flying bugs filled my room. (Those are what the old folks would call &lt;em&gt;gamo-gamo.&lt;/em&gt;) And what I would like to call, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;winged ants from hell!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming out of a little crack on my bedroom wall, they blanketed the entire room. Flying around like they were under some sort of spell, enchanted by my bedroom light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frozen with fear until I had mustered enough courage to reach under my bed for my secret weapon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAYGON!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spraying at point-blank range, I watched as these little demons &lt;em&gt;"dropped like flies"&lt;/em&gt; so to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! I won the battle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My bedroom floor was covered with dead bugs. I watched as their corpses were sucked in the vacuum cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I'd say this but I felt a bit sorry for those little critters. They never knew what hit them. But I sure ain't gonna let them take over my bedroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108212773201658578?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108212773201658578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108212773201658578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108212773201658578' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108202420657831017</id><published>2004-04-15T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T18:23:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"I got the mumps!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/7182516_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nope! that's a little too much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/7182522_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there, that's better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is bullshit! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, &lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Patch&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a great time guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108202420657831017?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108202420657831017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108202420657831017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108202420657831017' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108195071525702658</id><published>2004-04-14T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T21:55:51.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I spoke too soon!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is set for me to take up Music Ed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to the kind dean and to the whole Conservatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I am now facing a major set-back, I don't have the money to send myself to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sad, so down, again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108195071525702658?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108195071525702658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108195071525702658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108195071525702658' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108175333969563521</id><published>2004-04-12T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T15:06:13.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ecstatic yet Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still in UST, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not in AB.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy, really happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though sad at the same time. I'm gonna miss my AB friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember writing something like this on top of a desk in room 213.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is in memory of my AB days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute of my day, all the days of my week.&lt;br /&gt;Echoing in my head the name I dare not speak.&lt;br /&gt;For if I speak the name the earth will shake, &lt;br /&gt;if I speak the name my heart will break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one of the many things that I will miss in AB. The desks that I love to vandalize.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108175333969563521?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108175333969563521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108175333969563521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108175333969563521' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108168074172612686</id><published>2004-04-11T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T18:56:56.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Easter!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Easter! To all the Christians like me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Jews, don't get mad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We just thought that he has been here, you're thinking that he's coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just a slight difference. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108168074172612686?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108168074172612686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108168074172612686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108168074172612686' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108151927198952487</id><published>2004-04-09T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T23:16:51.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My life is similar to that of a dead plant's. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so here I am... Bored!&lt;br /&gt;Never been so bored before in my entire life! My whole family's in Subic havin' a grand time. It's okay I never intended to go with them anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like one of my all time favorite movies "Home Alone" minus the adventures. Funny, I just realized my name is also Kevin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit! Nothing to do! Smoked two packs of cigarette today due to extreme boredom. Hey that's something new for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dishes to wash for I have been eating microwave dinners for two days now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No where to go. The whole hood's like a ghost town, the only open store lies a mile from where I am right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long will this last? When will this end? I need something to do! Like the famous saying goes, "Idle hands are the devil's playground or workshop." Whatever! I think my life's too damn idle for the devil to be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108151927198952487?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108151927198952487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108151927198952487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108151927198952487' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108107650197328505</id><published>2004-04-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T22:24:22.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Goodbye" 604&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K.A.L.C. version&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the seven who changed the way I look at life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6612712_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6612727_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dipa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6612793_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6612739_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shobe AK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6612828_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6613068_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6612803_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shobe Tina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could find the perfect words to say,&lt;br /&gt;But maybe silence is the best way to explain.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could buy a little more time,&lt;br /&gt;but everything changes I guess that's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away all the moments that we had.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away but don't walk away mad.&lt;br /&gt;Coz we knew this time would come soon,&lt;br /&gt;But now it's too late and it is time for us to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda funny how the way time flies.&lt;br /&gt;Just when you thought you knew, it just passes you by.&lt;br /&gt;You know it's time to turn the page, another chapter is about to end&lt;br /&gt;and that's the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't throw away all the moments that we had.&lt;br /&gt;Just walk away but don't walk away mad.&lt;br /&gt;Coz we knew this time would come soon, &lt;br /&gt;But now it's too late and it's time for us to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe it's time.&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess it's here, the time we all feared&lt;br /&gt;I'm struggling hard tryin' to hold back tears,&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the time go I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what happens while you're makin' plans.&lt;br /&gt;On and on time flows on,&lt;br /&gt;Quickly here and now it's gone&lt;br /&gt;But hey... let's celebrate the good times&lt;br /&gt;But for now I guess this is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Goodbye...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108107650197328505?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108107650197328505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108107650197328505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108107650197328505' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108082576821846822</id><published>2004-04-01T20:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T21:30:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tsk! tsk!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel numb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't explain it, it feels like the end, but you know there's a lot more to come...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is just so hard for me to tell myself that this is the end, no where to go, let's just call it a day... So I won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just picturing my life as a book torn in half, with the end part missing. You know that there is an existing end, but I wouldn't care to look for the end, I'm just gonna let time reveal the end to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too late, too many regrets, too bad...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be needing all the help I could get, I'm willing to sing for any band of whatever genre, I'm willing to play anywhere I can stage. This is the only thing I could do without screwing up, to blurt music out of my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depressed and ready to rest.&lt;/strong&gt; Yah the thought actually crossed my mind, the thought of killing myself. You guys can't blame me, I know it is a stupid idea. Still I am keeping it as my last option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You wouldn't be normal if you didn't go through this. This happens even to the best of us. It's O-K, take it easy."  From Ogoy to &lt;a href="http://dysfunction.imess.net/"&gt;Moe&lt;/a&gt; from Moe to me. Thanks a lot Moe. I needed that. I wished I had a brother like Ogoy, a guy who can really talk some shit into your head...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we all bleed the same way as you do. And we all have the same things to go through. Hold on." - Good Charlotte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in deep shit! Someone get me outta' here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108082576821846822?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108082576821846822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108082576821846822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108082576821846822' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108074059373334240</id><published>2004-03-31T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T22:37:31.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's over... It's all over...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6418001_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;USTe, why have you foresaken me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see my personal profile, you'll gonna see this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Occupation: &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COLLEGE DROP OUT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes ladies and gentle men, &lt;strong&gt;DEBARRED NA AKO!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108074059373334240?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108074059373334240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108074059373334240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108074059373334240' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108063686223326745</id><published>2004-03-30T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T17:31:56.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Farewell to the God Father...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the God Father and the rest of the fourth year council people, may the Lord bless you as you leave the four corners of our beloved school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/6353381_m.jpg&gt; "The God Father"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farewell party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a long day, I attended the graduation of the seniors. Well, actually I helped out with the ushering of the guests. Got 300 bucks for that! Easy money &lt;strong&gt;$catching!$&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we went to kuya christer's grad celebration, had a couple of beers and I ate a lot. The dinner should've been great &lt;strong&gt;if it wasn't for this sissy, former atenean dude&lt;/strong&gt;. What is with this guy? He was acting like a baby! And he must've left his manners at home or he didn't have any manners at all! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sissy boy&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;"Pahimay naman nung fish, hindi kasi ako marunong kumain niyan eh..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While a girl friend of mine was trying to get herself some rice, here comes &lt;strong&gt;sissy boy &lt;/strong&gt; saying, &lt;em&gt;"oy akin yang rice!"&lt;/em&gt;  huh??  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sissy boy again&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;uy akin yang liempo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another friend of mine&lt;/strong&gt;: ay sorry, eto oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sissy boy&lt;/strong&gt;: sayo na lang nahawakan mo na eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the deal with you! I thought you were cool. And the worst part of it all, &lt;strong&gt;inubos niya yung yosi!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, after that we went to this place and continued to party! Billiards, snacks and never ending beer! Whew! I got home at around 4A.M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108063686223326745?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108063686223326745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108063686223326745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108063686223326745' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108028713883916681</id><published>2004-03-26T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T15:52:00.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Crash and pee"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my weak bladder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after having a beer at cafe' dapits, &lt;a href="http://dysfunction.imess.net/"&gt;Moe&lt;/a&gt; and I went to Intramuros along with the other council people. Long story, we just ended up crashing a beautiful wedding to take a leak... nakakahiya! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't ignore the call of nature...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108028713883916681?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108028713883916681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108028713883916681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028713883916681' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108028629755445086</id><published>2004-03-26T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T15:35:07.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"blue"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have anything to write... nothing to do, so I just gave my site a little make-over...&lt;br /&gt;tadah! &lt;strong&gt;Blue...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108028629755445086?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108028629755445086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108028629755445086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028629755445086' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-108002797558290078</id><published>2004-03-23T15:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T15:49:41.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need a beer!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a beer!&lt;br /&gt;nothing to write...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-108002797558290078?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108002797558290078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/108002797558290078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108002797558290078' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107984725743593190</id><published>2004-03-21T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T13:37:40.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I finally got rid of Bart!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goodbye bart! hello sleepy head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107984725743593190?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107984725743593190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107984725743593190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107984725743593190' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107970187475547644</id><published>2004-03-19T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T21:15:24.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm gonna miss you guys!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the 1ca3 peeps, I love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/5849500_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/5849627_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src=http://i.myspace.com/88/72/1292788/5849633_m.jpg&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sure am gonna miss you guys!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107970187475547644?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107970187475547644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107970187475547644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107970187475547644' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107960864864969033</id><published>2004-03-18T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T19:31:03.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This goes out to all the people that I've met in UST... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for making my year an extraordinary one, thanks for making my first year in college a memorable one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1CA3 people, I'm gonna miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D'gang, thanks for all the moments we've shared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Council peeps, &lt;strong&gt;etong styro niyo!&lt;/strong&gt; joke lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Potswing /D'fort boys, keep in touch, keep bloggin', see you guys around!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foz, one day you'll meet your match, and he's gonna kick your ass!!! hahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shobe tina, shobe Ak, luv yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much! This has been Kevin Alphonsus Lopez Concepcion, now signing out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107960864864969033?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107960864864969033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107960864864969033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107960864864969033' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107943969780684167</id><published>2004-03-16T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-16T20:35:26.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMS out of the blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always take the road less traveled... Choose to be different... You shouldn't fail to appreciate the simplicity of life and know that there is more to it than taking the overused road...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                      SMS from my favorite high school teacher: &lt;strong&gt;miss Jay&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks miss jay! I badly needed that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the road less taken anyway? geez! I'm lost! I'm very lost!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people get tired, I'm tired of being me... But I don't have a choice...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't complain, this is just but an inconvenience. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive, I still have my whole life ahead of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tip to a stress free life: &lt;strong&gt;Never act as if every problem is a national emergency...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  &lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                      &lt;strong&gt;-As told by Ginger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107943969780684167?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107943969780684167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107943969780684167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107943969780684167' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107935512038044980</id><published>2004-03-15T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T21:19:48.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;song for the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one for you, don't push my love away cause I'd still stay. Can I just wait for the day, when you could say you love me like the way I do love you.-K24/7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a few more days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four days to go and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;madedebar na ako!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-bye UST! hello cheap assed universities!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;didn't learn a thing, though I've met a lot of new friends. met a lot of new people from different walks of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna' miss you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got a job!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no time for the beach! no time to unwind! i gotsta work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new band! new gigs! whew! and i'm gonna be doing the one thing that i do best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhia(ang ex kong singer): ei kevs! kinukuha kasi akong kumanta sa bar sa las pinas. wala pa akong banda, hanapan mo naman ako nang banda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: edi kami na lang! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhia: okay lang sayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin: Oo naman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll just let you guys know kung saan kami tutugtog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eto lang naman ang alam kong gawin! tatangihan ko pa ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need all the extra cash that I can get. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107935512038044980?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107935512038044980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107935512038044980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107935512038044980' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107923764063269851</id><published>2004-03-14T12:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T12:17:13.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through the same shit! It's just a matter of how you handle things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all thirst when there is nothing to drink, We all experience hunger when there is nothing to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the worst, and you will never find a reason to complain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expect the worst but strive for the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107923764063269851?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107923764063269851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107923764063269851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107923764063269851' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107915807407223137</id><published>2004-03-13T13:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T14:12:24.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To the one who knocks me off my feet:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your smile as sharp as a razor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scratch, pierce, slash, cut, stab, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleed, bleed, bleed...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dying, dying, dead...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107915807407223137?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107915807407223137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107915807407223137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107915807407223137' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107901193410413654</id><published>2004-03-11T21:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T21:58:17.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the way you make me feel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crushed heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crying emotions...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hard to control...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired body...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tortured spirit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears I hold back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still can't hide it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep smiling; it is the only thing that gives me reason to live...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though it kills me to realize that you're smiling because of him... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107901193410413654?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107901193410413654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107901193410413654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107901193410413654' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107892018181114847</id><published>2004-03-10T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T20:09:24.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm going a million miles per hour, and I'm headin' nowhere!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tons and tons of problems cluttering my mind. Days pass by, hours wasted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still thinking about this girl, who should be the least of my worries right now, but no! &lt;strong&gt;She's in there, deep in my mind, deep in my heart...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe how dim-witted I am! Can't believe how ludicrous my heart has  become!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the dude who couldn't care less about relationships. Now this thing's eating me up inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to pretend anymore. I just wanna forget about all of this. Sometimes I wish all of this never happened... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107892018181114847?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107892018181114847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107892018181114847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107892018181114847' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107884096486766520</id><published>2004-03-09T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T22:05:52.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To whom it may concern&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still think about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still dream about you, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still wan't you and need you by my side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still mad about you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all I ever wanted was you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're still the one...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107884096486766520?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107884096486766520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107884096486766520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107884096486766520' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107859906621231143</id><published>2004-03-07T02:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:39:04.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The night of the never ending theisis!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three am and nothing to do!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OUT OF EIGHT, three down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moe, toni, mina, steph and I still standin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107859906621231143?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107859906621231143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107859906621231143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107859906621231143' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107849101093532864</id><published>2004-03-05T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T20:53:11.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OFF TO RETARDVILLE WE GO!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit! Have to wake up early, for tom. we will visit the looney capital of kaloocan! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AK's house! hehehe... just kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;socio thesis about mentally ill people...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls. pray for our safety... thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107849101093532864?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107849101093532864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107849101093532864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107849101093532864' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107840947777546558</id><published>2004-03-04T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T22:26:16.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;it got me laughing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50 bucks for a burger and a cup of soda! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yah! ofcourse i'm upset! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but this is what got me laughing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I feel, i'm just on the fone and I feeeeeel whahahahah! WHACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gee! that got me laughing my lungs out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is what i'm talking about!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://ipa.buffalostate.edu/~etrigan/stfu.html"&gt;click here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107840947777546558?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107840947777546558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107840947777546558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107840947777546558' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107832104918942241</id><published>2004-03-03T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:43:02.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Try to guess why this nursery rhyme freaks me out?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring around the rosies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pocket full of posies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashes... ashes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all fall down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107832104918942241?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107832104918942241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107832104918942241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107832104918942241' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107831894175355119</id><published>2004-03-03T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T21:09:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feel the pressure!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming, the moment we have all been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Finals is coming! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit! I can just imagine what my class card would look like.&lt;br /&gt;A couple of 5's and the rest 3's, that's the grade that I would most likely receive from my professors. Oh shit! My mom's gonna to turn into a monster! I can just imagine her furry. Yelling with her teeth together! I don't know how the hell she does that but whenever she does, she never fails to scare the crap outta' me! Oh talk about the sum of all my fears! Oh but my dad's cool, he won't yell at me. He'll just grab me by the back of my neck and mop the floor with my tongue! Just the thought of it gives me Goosebumps. Oh fuck I'm dead! I'm really dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107831894175355119?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107831894175355119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107831894175355119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107831894175355119' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107814925603106076</id><published>2004-03-01T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:57:12.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Strikes galore!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the rich is getting richer the poor is getting poorer!&lt;br /&gt;Think twice if you are planning to vote FPJ.&lt;br /&gt;F-fucking&lt;br /&gt;P-president &lt;br /&gt;J-junk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107814925603106076?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107814925603106076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107814925603106076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107814925603106076' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107814639762922381</id><published>2004-03-01T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T21:11:54.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAMBO SHIT!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The annoying sound of my message alert tone woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 messages reveived:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS from Mina: Kevin dear, walang pasok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: ayos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS from AK: diyah wala daw pasok. True ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS From Rica: Kevin, classes are suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS to Mina: wala ba talagang pasok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMS from mina: wala. nagpass na po ako ng text, hindi niyo po ba nareceive? anyway aral sa Geo and Socio. Reaction paper sa mambo italiano tiyaka distance to Andromeda. Next reading sa lit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit! And I thought that I could rest today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went off to go look or that stupid movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been to every video store in the area, still no sign of that &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAMBO fucking ITALIANO! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope my professor will understand that it is close to impossible to find that stupid movie!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107814639762922381?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107814639762922381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107814639762922381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107814639762922381' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107805598731697563</id><published>2004-02-29T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T20:03:27.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"crunch time!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have got to clean up my act! I'm running out of time!&lt;br /&gt;I only have three weeks left! &lt;br /&gt;Oh what the fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn't be easy, shit if only I could turn back time.&lt;br /&gt;Start from day one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh that would be nice!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;papers, papers, papers! &lt;br /&gt;tests,tests,tests!&lt;br /&gt;fuck,fuck,fuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not cutting a single class this week.&lt;br /&gt;I have to suck up!&lt;br /&gt;I have to wear a halo.&lt;br /&gt;Be in my best behavior!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107805598731697563?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107805598731697563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107805598731697563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107805598731697563' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107803644856971178</id><published>2004-02-29T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T19:31:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The Case of The EX"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Anna! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been what? Four years? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yah, geez that long? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never told me that you are also studying in UST. Accounting right? Uy! Same building!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw your photo when I was checking my friendster account. You've changed! You've changed a lot! You look like a woman already. Hehe, just kidding. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But honestly You've really changed. You're different from the Anna that I used to know. The "mataray" and "fearless" Anna that is never afriad to beat up the boys! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you've become a real demure woman! Pardon me for the term, but you look really HOT! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I used too suck up on your older sister because I had a crush on her? Hehe, you would get really mad and you won't talk to me for days. I heard she's already married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really miss you Anna, I really do... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We never really broke up right? Well at least not officially. But don't get me wrong. I know you're currently in a relationship. I hope you're happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still if you need anything, I'll be around. I miss you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107803644856971178?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107803644856971178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107803644856971178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107803644856971178' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107777604587365530</id><published>2004-02-26T13:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T14:59:14.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Damn! I really feel like shit today!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel sorry for Moe. I don't blame him if he thinks I betrayed him. Maybe I did.&lt;br /&gt;If I considered myself as a real friend, I should have been honest with him. &lt;strong&gt;Wrong move Kev!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the thing is, I did love Tina. I just had to tell her. &lt;strong&gt;I never asked her to feel the same way for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I chose not to tell Moe because I thought that he didn't have to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I have accepted the fact that whatever I do, I can't make Tina feel the same way for me as I feel for her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;She loves Moe! That is a fact. Tina told it to my face!&lt;/strong&gt; I heard it from the horse's mouth, "so to speak". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe, dude you don't have anything to worry about, believe me, I just had to tell her, &lt;strong&gt;I just had to let it out of my chest. &lt;/strong&gt;That's why I needed to tell her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never in a million years will I stab you in the back! Never in my lifetime will I let anything get in the way of our friendship.&lt;/strong&gt; You can ask Rica, you can ask Mina, A.K., they all know about this. You are my friend Moe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand if you are still pissed, or if you want to whack me in the head for being so stupid!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107777604587365530?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107777604587365530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107777604587365530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107777604587365530' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107770218240240090</id><published>2004-02-25T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T20:40:16.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;HIT ME!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sometimes there is this guilt inside you that eats you up. And the only way to relieve you of that guilt is for someone to knock it out off your system."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at Ken's house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: ang tagal naman nila!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rica&lt;/strong&gt;: padating na yun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: Rica diba nagpalit kayo ng cel ni kev? peram naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Moe picking up the phone from the ground)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: ahh nooooH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I didn't want Moe to see my phone is because a bunch of tina's messages are saved in my archive. Okay I admit I had a thing for Tina. I really used to like Tina. Take note "used to" so actually there is nothing for Moe to be upset about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we were, the three of us in the room. An uncomfortable silence filled the room while Moe was reading the messages in my archive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rica&lt;/strong&gt;: patay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: kasi naman ang tagal ko nang gustong burahin yun eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Moe had read all of tina's massages it seemed like nothing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: tara labas tayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rica&lt;/strong&gt;: malayo ba yung store? bili na kaya tayo ng maiinom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe and I volunteered to buy some beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: tara bike tayo angkas ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: hindi ako marunong magpaangkas eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: sige ikaw nalang ang umangkas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: hindi rin ako marunong eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But actually I just pretended not to know how to do those stuff, I really needed to talk to Moe straight, man to man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we took the long walk to the liquor store. And I started the long talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: I know you're upset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: dude there is nothing to be upset about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the talk went on and on and on and on...&lt;br /&gt;funny thing, Moe took it so well, maybe too well for me to believe him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: dude I really feel like an ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: dude no big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: but I still feel like an ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: how many times do I have to yell you that it is not your fault!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he kept on telling me that, I still wasn't convinced. And so I prooved that Moe is not your regular guy. He is a guy who thinks before he makes a move. A real rational dude. But the guilt was still in my chest. And the only way for me to be relieved of this guilt is for me to take a blow. I thought I deserved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: its okay dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: no its not. I still feel like an ass! I know you're upset so if you want to hit me,go ahead!, I wont hit you back I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;:are you crazy? I wont hit you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We argued all night, about me trying to tell him that he should punch me, and him trying to tell me that he didn't have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not going to live the rest of my life with this guilt in my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: dude go ahead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: I'm not gonna punch you dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: go punch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: no way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: I insist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moe&lt;/strong&gt;: well if that is the case!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kevin&lt;/strong&gt;: finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BANG!&lt;/strong&gt; I got one real strong one on my left shoulder. Blood rushed to my head. Areaway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all good! I deserved it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107770218240240090?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107770218240240090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107770218240240090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107770218240240090' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107754587859572394</id><published>2004-02-23T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T22:46:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;weird day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off I go to school, not ready, unprepared, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I was about to reach school...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What the fuck!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAIN!&lt;/strong&gt; Big droplets of &lt;strong&gt;RAIN! (gee that ruined my day)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First period, &lt;strong&gt;Quiz!&lt;/strong&gt; Second period, &lt;strong&gt;Quiz again! (fuck,fuck,fuck)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just when I thought that this day couldn't get any worse, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAIN AGAIN!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that. What made this day weird? Besides the surprise rain shower, Moe was acting really weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No beer for Moe today. &lt;strong&gt;What!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He visited the library. &lt;strong&gt;What!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cigarettes for Moe today. &lt;strong&gt;What!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, wait he did smoke today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude what the hell's wrong with you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told us it has something to do with the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, come to think of it, maybe it did have something to do with the weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(gloomy weather=gloomy mood)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107754587859572394?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107754587859572394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107754587859572394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107754587859572394' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107743070217541275</id><published>2004-02-22T15:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:19:35.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sunday blues&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning and everybody was gone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it hit me, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh!, yah!, its Sunday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a bath, dressed up, ate my breakfast, then I went to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm here, inside a computer shop. For some weird reason, I can't enter the church building. Its like some sort of force is preventing me to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to force my self, I'm not going to waste my time either. And so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think something is wrong with me, and I don't think that what I'm doing is a sin. &lt;strong&gt;I don't think God's gonna' strike me with a bolt of lightning or anything...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah! I don't deserve that sort of punishment for not going to church...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure the Lord understands that we all need our timeouts... Don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107743070217541275?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107743070217541275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107743070217541275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107743070217541275' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107735689053986403</id><published>2004-02-21T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:18:39.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;oh yah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally! The bully issue is fixed, AB elections done, and I am now completely sober...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got up, weird, no hang over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say it like its a bad thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny story, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, I was all alone, Moe was not around, Rica went home to change, cap went home early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just not to break the tradition, I went to D'fort to get my daily dose of alcohol. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there I was drinking my beer, all by myself &lt;strong&gt;(give me an "L" for loser!).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not going to tell every detail. But to cut the long story short, I started with a bottle of beer all alone, and I ended up with 5 bottles of gin, a bunch of strangers infront of me, &lt;strong&gt;and I can remember making out with a girl that I just met.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that doesn't make a loser after all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking that "L" back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107735689053986403?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107735689053986403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107735689053986403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107735689053986403' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107725299418402268</id><published>2004-02-20T12:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:17:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK THAT BULLY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't write, I can't type! Shit I'm suppose to talk to this dude in school who has been bullying me around since this Monday. But I have to face my fears. Shit why do I have to do this!!! I thought there were no bullies in colledge but noooooooo! Shit! And I'm suppose to talk to this guy with Moe but noooooo!, he has to perform his duties as an older brother. nah! I'm not mad, I understand why he has to do stuff like that. goodluck man! So here I am, left with this big question in my head. Why can't we all just get along???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107725299418402268?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107725299418402268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107725299418402268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107725299418402268' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6481338.post-107683832311046396</id><published>2004-02-15T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T21:15:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"first time"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first time to post somthing here... today the day after the international day of heartache. can't wait to go to school, not to study but to join my bud moe in a drinking fest!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6481338-107683832311046396?l=shityard.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107683832311046396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6481338/posts/default/107683832311046396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shityard.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107683832311046396' title=''/><author><name>kevon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00458720562234676335</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://dysfunction.imess.net/blink_kevin.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
