<?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-1724547420014013266</id><updated>2011-09-07T20:38:27.634-07:00</updated><category term='alternative metal'/><category term='_SaYuKe_'/><category term='cool'/><category term='funk rock'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='red'/><category term='black and white'/><category term='japanese'/><category term='rock'/><category term='visual kei'/><category term='family'/><category term='j-rock'/><category term='emo'/><category term='hard rock'/><category term='punk rock'/><category term='weird'/><category term='music'/><category term='loneliness'/><category term='alone'/><category term='love'/><category term='handsome'/><title type='text'>[ stiLL UnDone ]</title><subtitle type='html'>--i just need something to do--</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724547420014013266/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>...pandamai...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231795330052591495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsV0Ns6zDk0/TY1eZBb0JyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tq0rl3yaZoo/s220/180041_188593991165156_100000436682582_588510_2044418_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724547420014013266.post-6509436433727380852</id><published>2011-03-30T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T03:25:44.316-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='punk rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funk rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='handsome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='visual kei'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='japanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='j-rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hard rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alternative metal'/><title type='text'>My Favorite Band</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;khyaa~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Okay, so I posted this to share to you my favorite J-rock Band. THE GAZETTE. I know a lot of people around the world recognizes the GazettE. There are people who likes them and there are also who do not. I so love them! Their musics are so freaking awesome! The feelings are there when you listen to the music. They play Alternative Metal, Hard Rock, Punk Rock, Funk Rock, and Visual Kei. Here are some information about them. (from www.wikipedia.com) hehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OboZag9uNm8/TZPd8er4xxI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZYs-0RdT8Js/s1600/japanese_gazette_logo_by_okani0013.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OboZag9uNm8/TZPd8er4xxI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZYs-0RdT8Js/s320/japanese_gazette_logo_by_okani0013.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The GazettE Japanese Logo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hGv85JaT5E/TZPd9VOUk2I/AAAAAAAAABM/ArOdl5UySCE/s1600/logo-nagy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="216" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4hGv85JaT5E/TZPd9VOUk2I/AAAAAAAAABM/ArOdl5UySCE/s320/logo-nagy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="font-family: inherit; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;The GazettE English Logo ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;(haha..well I don't know how to put thet up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJrFrCbOyLs/TZPc9LilfxI/AAAAAAAAABE/6_hDaNtkXwE/s1600/The_Gazette_Logo_by_pucchan_miau.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cool, is it not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I can still remember the time I first heard their music. The music was Cassis. Then&amp;nbsp; the next thing I know, I fell in love with the song. Haha!! Anyway, below are the band members of the GazettE. Be sure never to freak out!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oC97jPBYkjk/TZPhQbw6-QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iEmHy8DwrhY/s1600/screenshoths1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oC97jPBYkjk/TZPhQbw6-QI/AAAAAAAAABQ/iEmHy8DwrhY/s320/screenshoths1.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Ruki&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;~[ Vocalist ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matsumoto Takanori (松本　たかのり）&lt;br /&gt;February 1, 1982&lt;br /&gt;29 y/o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erGUV2iN_iA/TZPhf1272GI/AAAAAAAAABU/yRh5pWBNHUg/s1600/gazette-pledge-uruha1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-erGUV2iN_iA/TZPhf1272GI/AAAAAAAAABU/yRh5pWBNHUg/s320/gazette-pledge-uruha1.jpg" width="242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Uruha&lt;/u&gt;~[ Lead Guitarist ]&lt;br /&gt;Takashima Kouyou (高島 宏陽)&lt;br /&gt;June 9, 1981&lt;br /&gt;29 y/o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSlUU3u3nfI/TZPhhdxBnvI/AAAAAAAAABY/lej3K14Ux4I/s1600/gazette-pledge-aoi1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rSlUU3u3nfI/TZPhhdxBnvI/AAAAAAAAABY/lej3K14Ux4I/s320/gazette-pledge-aoi1.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Aoi&lt;/u&gt;~[ Rhythm Guitarist ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Shiroyama Yuu (城山　優) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;January 20, 1979&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;32 y/o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6RI_rQpRwU/TZPhj_rMbRI/AAAAAAAAABg/yOI4P1-5FAk/s1600/gazette-pledge-reita1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e6RI_rQpRwU/TZPhj_rMbRI/AAAAAAAAABg/yOI4P1-5FAk/s320/gazette-pledge-reita1.jpg" width="235" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reita&lt;/u&gt;~[ Base Guitarist ]&lt;br /&gt;Suzuki Akira (鈴木　亮)&lt;br /&gt;May 27, 1981&lt;br /&gt;29 y/o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNwwqp-FgLo/TZPhigCY71I/AAAAAAAAABc/7UAxjfCd4c8/s1600/gazette-pledge-kai1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yNwwqp-FgLo/TZPhigCY71I/AAAAAAAAABc/7UAxjfCd4c8/s320/gazette-pledge-kai1.jpg" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Kai&lt;/u&gt;~[ Drummer ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="bb-blue" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uke Yutaka(受　毛豊)&lt;br /&gt;October 28, 1981&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;29 y/o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cool and handsome. I always go crazy every time I look at them. Kyaa~~ !! There's nothing else I could say. Oh My Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God Bless Japan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724547420014013266-6509436433727380852?l=still-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/6509436433727380852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-band.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724547420014013266/posts/default/6509436433727380852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724547420014013266/posts/default/6509436433727380852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/2011/03/my-favorite-band.html' title='My Favorite Band'/><author><name>...pandamai...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231795330052591495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsV0Ns6zDk0/TY1eZBb0JyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tq0rl3yaZoo/s220/180041_188593991165156_100000436682582_588510_2044418_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OboZag9uNm8/TZPd8er4xxI/AAAAAAAAABI/ZYs-0RdT8Js/s72-c/japanese_gazette_logo_by_okani0013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724547420014013266.post-462948670423937254</id><published>2011-03-26T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T00:04:17.787-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='black and white'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='red'/><title type='text'>Color of My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XQjNhbA5w_o/TY2OYBGEOGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w9oZBJRG99w/s1600/Color+of+my+life.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XQjNhbA5w_o/TY2OYBGEOGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w9oZBJRG99w/s320/Color+of+my+life.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first picture I took when I first had a digital camera. I decided to edit it. Emo style was still famous at that time so I changed the color effect and painted my lip and my eye red. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I named it "Color of My Life" is that, the color red is one of my favorite colors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724547420014013266-462948670423937254?l=still-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/462948670423937254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-was-very-first-picture-i-took-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724547420014013266/posts/default/462948670423937254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724547420014013266/posts/default/462948670423937254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/2011/03/this-was-very-first-picture-i-took-when.html' title='Color of My Life'/><author><name>...pandamai...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231795330052591495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsV0Ns6zDk0/TY1eZBb0JyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tq0rl3yaZoo/s220/180041_188593991165156_100000436682582_588510_2044418_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-XQjNhbA5w_o/TY2OYBGEOGI/AAAAAAAAABA/w9oZBJRG99w/s72-c/Color+of+my+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724547420014013266.post-5246771344684129144</id><published>2011-03-25T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:55:54.717-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loneliness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alone'/><title type='text'>CHILDHOOD COMPANION</title><content type='html'>"...as if awakening from a dream..."&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was ones a child named Theo. He was always alone and he has no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends even just one. He always stays in his room and watch the children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;playing. He only seldom goes out of their house. Because of that, the other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children tease him and call him, "weirdo". Since then, his parents, Theodore &lt;br /&gt;and Rhodora, didn't see him smile again. Theo is now 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;years old, but he never felt having a friend. This coming September 8,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2004, he will be 11 years old, so his parents decided to buy foods for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his birthday and decided to do a party just only with the family in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Now, September comes. Rhodora,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decided to talk to Theo. When She knock to Theo's door, Theo didn't res-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pond, so Rhodora decided to open the door. There, she saw Theo near the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;window, watching the children play. Rhodora asked Theo of what he wants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in his birthday. Theo didn't replied. So Rhodora decided to go and better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave Theo alone. But when Rhodora was about to hold the door knob, Theo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said, "A FRIEND". Then her mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cried silently and went out then closed the door. When Rhodora closed the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;door, teardrops fell from Theo's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And now, its September 8, 2004. That night, Theo was sleeping, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theodore knocked at Theo's door and wake him up to eat dinner. So Theo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woke up and went down the stairs with his father. When they was al-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready down stairs, the lights suddenly turned on and his mother and fa-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ther shouted, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY THEO!!!" Then they hugged him. Theo smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slightly and of course he thanked his mother and father. Then someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;knocked the door. So Rhodora opened it then she saw a little girl, just like &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the age of Theo. Rhodora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doesn't recognize her and asked, "Yes?" "Hi. I'm Trixie. Is Theo in here?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replied. So Rhodora let her enter. Then Theo looked at her. They had a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long exchange of looks. Then slowly and happily, Theo smiled and then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trixie replied a smile. And then Rhodora cried yet happy because she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can't believe what she saw, that Theo is now smiling happily and Theodore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugged her. Theo and Trixie went close to each other then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trixie gave her gift to Theo. Then they talked and talked. And of course they&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eat food. Then the time comes, Trixie needs to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo went sad again. Then Rhodora and Theodore took something, "Don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;worry cause we still have a present for you." Rhodora said. Then Theodore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gave the gift. "A basket" Theo said, "It's not just a basket." Rhodora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replied. "Open it so you'll know." Theodore added. When Theo opened the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basket. There he saw a little wolf-dog(snow-dog) sleeping. "Wow. Thanks!" Theo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said, took the dog then immediately ran into his room and slept. There beside &lt;br /&gt;him, was the dog. "Good night, Thrix" Theo said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Morning comes, and Theo woke up early. For the first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time, he woke up with a SMILE. And he played with Thrix. Then suddenly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhodora called, "Theo! Trixie is here!" Then Theo immediately ran and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went down the stairs. "Trixie!" Theo shouted. "Hey!" Trixie replied. "Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is Thrix." Theo introduced Thirx the dog. "How cute. Where did you get&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his name? Its so cool" Trixie asked."I combined my name and your name."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo answered. "Really? Amazing." Trixie said. "Yeah. 'Th' from Theo, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'rix' from Trixie." Then they laughed together while Rhodora was watching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her son with Trixie, Theodore went to Rhodora, " I'm so happy for our son"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rhodora said, then teardrops are falling from her eyes. Then Theodore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugged her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After how many hours, days, months, and years... Theo, Trixie, and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thrix grew together. And now, Theo is already 18 years old, Trixie is al-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ready 17 years old, and Thrix is now just right the age of a grown dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is already September 30, 2018, the birthday of Trixie. She will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be having a debut, and she will be 18 years old. After the preparation, the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most awaited event had started. The EMCEE announced, that before any events&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the debutant, Ms. Trixie, should enter first with her escort, Mr. Theo. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Trixie is getting nervous, and she's ready to enter, but she can't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because Theo had not arrived yet. So everyone waited. For how many hours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo arrived, with tears in his eyes, "Trixie..." Theo called with a low&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voice. "Theo.." Trixie said with a worried face. Then Trixie imme-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diately went to Theo and hugged him. "What's wrong? Why? What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trixie asked with a ruttled face. "Thrix is dead." Theo answered. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what?!?" Trixie said, shocked. "When I went out from the house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to ride in the car, I just saw him lying on the ground. He can't breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. And when I looked around, I saw Martin. And then he ran away." Theo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stated. "Martin?" Trixie wondered. "And now! May we call on, the debutant!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Emcee said. "Are you ready?" Trixie asked Theo, Theo just replied a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nod. When they entered, they both saw Martin looking at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;them angrily. After that grand entrance, everyone enjoyed eating foods,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and talking from one person to another. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After almost 6 hours, the debut was finished. All the visitors went home in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their respective houses. And only Theo, Trixie, and Martin are left. "Why are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still here? Go!" Theo shouted to Martin. "Theo." Trixie stopped Theo and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tried to calm him down. "Relax.. Look I didn't mean to kill your dog." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hearing this, Theo suddenly get angry and went to Martin and punch him in the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;face. And of course, Martin punched Theo in return. And then Trixie stop-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ped them. "How dare you!" Trixie shouted at Martin. "Its your fault!" Martin &lt;br /&gt;shouted to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trixie. "Don't ever blame Trixie about what happened!" Theo replied shouting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letting Trixie stay at his back. "You forgot about your friends before! But we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never forget about you! Even a single memory of you! You know Theo. You should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be dying now. But the problem is you didn't drink your wine and you didn't eat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anything from you food!" Martin said. "Why are you doing this!?! You're not &lt;br /&gt;like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this before!" Trixie said. "Why? Because I LOVE YOU!" Martin said with tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that are falling from his eyes. Trixie didn't move. Then Martin ran away &lt;br /&gt;while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trixie went to Theo and helped him to stand. "Are you ok?" Trixie asked. "What&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;does it mean? That you forgot about your friends before?" Theo asked. Trixie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replied with a low voice and sad face, "Martin and I are close friends. And we&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had our circle of friends. One day, I saw something that Martin, with the &lt;br /&gt;others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did. And I didn't like it. So decided to leave them. Then I saw you on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your window watching the kids playing. And..." Trixie stopped. "...and you &lt;br /&gt;decided to make&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friend with me." Theo said. And Trixie replied with a nod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You didin't choose a wrong friend." Theo said then hugged Trixie. "Thank &lt;br /&gt;you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trixie replied while crying. Then Theo wiped her tears away. "Whatever &lt;br /&gt;happens,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will always be here for you." Theo said. "Trixie, I LOVE YOU..." Upon &lt;br /&gt;hearing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this, Trixie can't explain what she felt inside, then said "I LOVE YOU, TOO, &lt;br /&gt;Theo."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then felt very happy, and kissed Trixie at her forehead then hugged her &lt;br /&gt;tightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and sweetly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Then morning comes... Theo and Trixie decided to have Thrix burried peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fully, and neatly. After Thrix was burried, they prayed for Thrix's soul to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peaceful. After praying, Theo painted Thrix's image in his mind and said in &lt;br /&gt;his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul, "I will never forget you, my CHILDHOOD COMPANION."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1724547420014013266-5246771344684129144?l=still-undone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/feeds/5246771344684129144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/2011/03/childhood-companion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724547420014013266/posts/default/5246771344684129144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1724547420014013266/posts/default/5246771344684129144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://still-undone.blogspot.com/2011/03/childhood-companion.html' title='CHILDHOOD COMPANION'/><author><name>...pandamai...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18231795330052591495</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VsV0Ns6zDk0/TY1eZBb0JyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Tq0rl3yaZoo/s220/180041_188593991165156_100000436682582_588510_2044418_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1724547420014013266.post-4205865511985974199</id><published>2011-03-25T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T23:45:31.825-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='_SaYuKe_'/><title type='text'>Maikling Kwento</title><content type='html'>It was jazz an ordinary day.&lt;br /&gt;the skies were clear, the birds were chipping. Ang ganda-ganda ng araw!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nasa SM ako noon at katatapos ko lang mamili ng groceries. Timing naman nasa&lt;br /&gt;foodcore si Angel Locsin, nagpro-provoke ng movie nya. Grabe, andaming fans,&lt;br /&gt;pull-packed talaga! Dahil fans nya rin ako, nakipila rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, out of the loo, may bumulong sa akin ng: "Cholengggggggggg. ......"&lt;br /&gt;Huh? It sounded like a familiar sound. Who can it be now?&lt;br /&gt;"Dodong!" sigaw ko.&lt;br /&gt;Napalakas yata voice ko. Kasi the other fans turned their backs to their&lt;br /&gt;behind at napatingin sa amin. Sabi ko "Sorry, I didn't mean to be loud and&lt;br /&gt;proud." Hinawakan na lang ni Dodong ang kamay ko at lumayo kami from the&lt;br /&gt;crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Kamusta na Choleng? Do you come here open? tanong nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bihira lang, Dodong. I'm just droppings by. Ethnic and schedule ko eh" sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories came flushing in my mind. How can I forget to remember Dodong? Siya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na may mata ni Piolo, dimple ni Aga, at bigote ni Rex Cortez. he's every&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;woman's dreamboat. I was just starting my tour of duty kay ate noon nang unang makilala ko si Dodong. Contraction worker siya sa ginagawang bahay sa tapat namin. Naging kami for a while then after that were not an item anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tanghali na Choleng. What did you say we have lunch together?" tanong ni&lt;br /&gt;Dodong. "I don't mine" sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;Sa restaurant, nilapitan kaagad kami ng waiter. "What's your odor sir?" sabi&lt;br /&gt;nung waiter kay Dodong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have porkshop?" tanong ni Dodong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir" sabi nito. "Our porkshop with a resistance to the teeth of boast&lt;br /&gt;of our chef. Domestic careful selection of pork with little fat of female liking is used. The exquisite cooking which repeated trial and error and was completed. it also has healthy vegetables with salad feeling fully" dagdag niya.&lt;br /&gt;"And you mam?" sabay tingin naman sa akin.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... mukhang masarap yung porkshop. Pero I'm cutting down on my carbon kaya&lt;br /&gt;pinigilan ko.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll just have water, thanks. Liquidate diet ako eh." sagot ko.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos kumain, nagyaya si Dodong manood ng sine. Teka teka, this is going too far. Besides, it's a long, long way to run.&lt;br /&gt;"Reality chess, Dodong. May asawa na ako, si Jay. As a mother of fact, I'm&lt;br /&gt;happily married" pagmamalaki ko.&lt;br /&gt;"Di na pwede yung tulad ng dati. Sorry pero I didn't expect you still have&lt;br /&gt;more feelings than I expected. i don't want you getting the way. Past is&lt;br /&gt;fast. Therefore, cause and defect." dagdag ko pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumahimik sya. Parang may language barrel na namagitan sa amin. The seconds&lt;br /&gt;that passed seemed like fraternity. Di nagla-on, nagsalita na rin sya.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care less!" sigaw ni Dodong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shocks, give me a brake! The nerd ng taong ito para sigawan ako! To think&lt;br /&gt;it's his other woman that caused our separation to part.&lt;br /&gt;Kinabahan na ako. I felt speedbumps all over my body and was having panic&lt;br /&gt;attach. Tinalikuran ko siya at nagmadali akong lumakad palayo. Pero sumunod pa rin siya like a monkey on my butt. Hanggang sa makakita ako ng security guard.&lt;br /&gt;Biglang nawala si Dodong.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me kuya, pwedeng magtanong?" sabi ko sa mamang guard.&lt;br /&gt;"Of course miss, I can help you with my pleasure." sagot niya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Saan po ba ang exit? Could you point me to the right erection? I got lost in my eyes."&lt;br /&gt;"Diretso lang." sabi niya. "Then turn right anytime with care."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks for your corporation" sabi ko.&lt;br /&gt;Buti na lang nandun si kuya. Pero saglit lang, I smell something peachy. As I turned, nakita ko na namang nakasunod si Dodong! Delaying static lang pala kanina ang pag disappear nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nyahahaha! You can run but you can hide, Choleng. No matter where you go,&lt;br /&gt;there you are!" pananakot nya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, is this the end? This is too much, I feel degradable. My world&lt;br /&gt;started falling afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly, Jay come from behind! Dodong was caught to the act! In the&lt;br /&gt;matter of minute, it's all over. I'm out of arm's way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks Jay, my love. But how did you?" bago pa man ako matapos, sabi niya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was in the neighborhood. Fans din ako ni Angel eh. I heard you shout but&lt;br /&gt;at first I didn't give it a thought. Pero nang makita ko kayong magkahawak&lt;br /&gt;ng holding hands, then i give it a thought. I know something is a missed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From then on, Dodong did not brother me again. In fact, he didn't even&lt;br /&gt;sister me. As in platonic at wala na talaga.&lt;br /&gt;Pero kami ni Jay, heto, shoot sailing pa rin ang relationship. Lalo pa&lt;br /&gt;ngayon, open na kami sa isa't-isa at walang exhibitions. i feel I'm on cloud...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___this is was just passed to me by my brother. 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