<?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-9038125</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:16:12.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fortress</title><subtitle type='html'>Ricko's (almost) secret sanctuary is bigger than it appears, yet he can contain his "Fortress of Solitude" inside his skull. Originally conceived as a safe repository for preserving his rants and raves, Ricko uses the Fortress - now residing in Friendster Blog - as an occasional escape from the demands of real life. Hidden amazingly inside his labyrinthian mind, the Fortress remains safe and secure, accessible only to Ricko and his closest allies.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-427750879292459782</id><published>2007-11-12T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T08:07:40.945+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever! This is my second time to type this blog.</title><content type='html'>DAMN STUPID Blog with all the links and after all I typed, I get an empty textbox! UGH! Basically, I got drunk with &lt;strong&gt;Eileen&lt;/strong&gt; coz she wanted to hangout coz my current situation concerning my relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about something concerning the sloshed mind being liberated, blah blah-blah blah-blah. Sigmund Freud's psychoanalysis of the Ego, Super-ego and Id. I got too much morale to care a lot of mostly nonsense stuff but I know I really don't have to. &lt;strong&gt;ZERO CONSEQUENCES&lt;/strong&gt;, that what I usually run on. Don't care what you do or say (&lt;em&gt;within socially accepted standards&lt;/em&gt;) and move on to the next conversation. People shouldn't really judge you on what goes on with you one time. There should be LOTS of chances given to someone in order to derive a conclusion on what this lifeform's real personality is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, I'm raving on and on. But in the end, you just gotta think... Will you really judge someone immediately just coz he/she said/done something out of the ordinary according to your own personal standards? Think about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-427750879292459782?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/427750879292459782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=427750879292459782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/427750879292459782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/427750879292459782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2007/11/whatever-this-is-my-second-time-to-type.html' title='Whatever! This is my second time to type this blog.'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-116849664458321895</id><published>2007-01-11T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T14:45:52.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Happy It's Thursday... again!</title><content type='html'>My workweek has officially ended, I now let the weekend take me unto her bosom and lay myself to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a week it has been. It was nuts! I just hate it when people question my methods on how I produce my results. And I produce &lt;strong&gt;VERY GOOD&lt;/strong&gt; results! I remember watching this movie about Donald Trump. I think he came out pretty well when his investors we're suing him for not able to pay back his dues. He told them to get off his back and lend him more money if they ever wanna get paid back. I mean, if you want us to do what we promised to do, &lt;strong&gt;GET OFF&lt;/strong&gt; our backs and let us do our job!!! &lt;strong&gt;JEEZ&lt;/strong&gt;! That tension was there for the past 2 days, good thing it wasn't there anymore a while ago or else it would've drove me more crazy. Well, I don't wanna relive the moment so I'll end my topic here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's my weekend off, I'm just gonna play my DS some more. Currently playing &lt;strong&gt;Dragon Quest Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Rocket Slime&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Dan&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;em&gt;it became interesting&lt;/em&gt;) and &lt;strong&gt;Pokemon Ranger&lt;/strong&gt;. (&lt;em&gt;Yes&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;Pokemon&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Shut up&lt;/em&gt;!) Hehe! I've been trying to finish &lt;strong&gt;Castlevania&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;Dawn of Sorrow&lt;/strong&gt; but I can't beat the damn boss that grows gi-normous (&lt;strong&gt;GI&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;gantic&lt;/em&gt;/&lt;em&gt;en&lt;/em&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;NORMOUS&lt;/strong&gt;) so I'm still trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, my week's boring! Hehe! More to come... Watch this space...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-116849664458321895?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/116849664458321895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=116849664458321895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/116849664458321895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/116849664458321895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-happy-its-thursday-again.html' title='So Happy It&apos;s Thursday... again!'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-113548835703525414</id><published>2005-12-25T13:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T13:25:57.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis the season...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS&lt;/strong&gt; to y'all!!! &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt; too!!! Going on a trip and I'll be back next year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Be excellent to each other!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-113548835703525414?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/113548835703525414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=113548835703525414' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113548835703525414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113548835703525414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2005/12/tis-season.html' title='Tis the season...'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-113508659568150501</id><published>2005-12-20T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T21:49:55.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poetic Rant of a Messed-up Mind</title><content type='html'>This has nothing to do with the people here&lt;br /&gt;But since I'm being poetic, let me be clear&lt;br /&gt;That not any of you here is the subject of my story&lt;br /&gt;Don't anyone dare contradict or you'll be very sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lemme just ask, how can anyone care&lt;br /&gt;If commitment is something no one can dare&lt;br /&gt;Words are meaningless unless someone acts&lt;br /&gt;Magnets are the ONLY opposites that attracts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When nothing is the matter, help is abundant&lt;br /&gt;But when problems go asunder, everyone is reluctant&lt;br /&gt;There is no "I" but there's "M" and "E" in TEAM&lt;br /&gt;It's really difficult to do a silent scream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day this has been, I just need a release&lt;br /&gt;If only there's a way to have my mind at peace&lt;br /&gt;Too chaotic to describe, erratic to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;The subject can be very difficult to apprehend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the time in reading my rant&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna crawl under a rock, but I definitely can't&lt;br /&gt;Answers must be acquired and one thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;To face this problem alone, that's the only cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-113508659568150501?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/113508659568150501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=113508659568150501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113508659568150501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113508659568150501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2005/12/poetic-rant-of-messed-up-mind.html' title='The Poetic Rant of a Messed-up Mind'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-113444677321742493</id><published>2005-12-13T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T12:18:33.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>By &lt;strong&gt;Eduardo Jose E. Calasanz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met a man who didn't want to be  loved. But I have seldom met a man who didn't fear marriage. Something about the closure seems constricting, not enabling. Marriage seems easier to understand for what it cuts out of our lives than for what it makes possible within our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was younger this fear immobilized me. I did not want to make a mistake. I saw my friends get married for reasons of social acceptability, or sexual fever, or just because they thought it was the logical thing to do. Then I watched, as they and their partners became embittered and petty in their dealings with each other. I looked at older couples and saw, at best, mutual toleration of each other. I imagined a lifetime of loveless nights and bickering and could not imagine subjecting myself or someone else to such a fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yet, on rare occasions, I would see old couples who somehow seemed to glow in each other's presence. They seemed really in love, not just dependent upon each other and tolerant of each other's foibles. It was an astounding sight, and it seemed impossible. How, I asked myself, can they have survived so many years of sameness, so much irritation at the other's habits? What keeps love alive in them, when most of us seem unable to even stay together, much less love each other?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The central secret seems to be in choosing well. There is something to the claim of fundamental compatibility. Good people can create a bad relationship, even though they both dearly want the relationship to succeed. It is important to find someone with whom you can create a good relationship from the outset. Unfortunately, it is hard to see clearly in the early stages.&lt;br /&gt;Sexual hunger draws you to each other and colors the way you see yourselves together. It blinds you to the thousands of little things by which relationships eventually survive or fail. You need to find a way to see beyond this initial overwhelming sexual fascination. Some people choose to involve themselves sexually and ride out the most heated period of sexual attraction in order to see what is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can work, but it can also leave a trail of wounded hearts. Others deny the sexual side altogether in an attempt to get to know each other apart from their sexuality. But they cannot see clearly, because the presence of unfulfilled sexual desire looms so large that it keeps them from having any normal perception of what life would be like together. The truly lucky people are the ones who manage to become long-time friends before they realize they are attracted to each other. They get to know each other's laughs, passions, sadness, andfears. They see each other at their worst and at their best. They share time together before they get swept into the entangling intimacy of their sexuality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the ideal, but not often possible. If you fall under the spell of your sexual attraction immediately, you need to look beyond it for other keys to compatibility. One of these is laughter. Laughter tells you how much you will enjoy each other's company over the long term.&lt;br /&gt;If your laughter together is good and healthy, and not at the expense of others, then you have a healthy relationship to the world. Laughter is the child of surprise. If you can make each other laugh, you can always surprise each other. And if you can always surprise each other, you can always keep the world around you new. Beware of a relationship in which there is no laughter. Even the most intimate relationships based only on seriousness have a tendency to turn sour. Over time, sharing a common serious viewpoint on the world tends to turn you against those who do not share the same viewpoint, and your relationship can become based on being critical together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After laughter, look for a partner who deals with the world in a way you respect. When two people first get together, they tend to see their relationship as existing only in the space between the two of them. They find each other endlessly fascinating, and the overwhelming power of the emotions they are sharing obscures the outside world. As the relationship ages and grows, the outside world becomes important again. If your partner treats people or circumstances in a way you can't accept, you will inevitably come to grief. Look at the way she cares for others and deals with the daily affairs of life. If that makes you love her more, your love will grow. If it does not, be careful. Ifyou do not respect the way you each deal with the world around you, eventually the two of you will not respect each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look also at how your partner confronts the mysteries of life. We live on the cusp of poetry and practicality, and the real life of the heart resides in the poetic. If one of you is deeply affected by the mystery of the unseen in life and relationships, while the other is drawn only to the literal and the practical, you must take care that the distance doesn't become an unbridgeable gap thatleaves you each feeling isolated and misunderstood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many other keys, but you must find them by yourself. We all have unchangeable parts of our hearts that we will not betray and private commitments to a vision of life that we will not deny. If you fall in love with someone who cannot nourish those inviolable parts of you, or if you cannot nourish them in her, you will find yourselves growing further apart until you live in separate worlds where you share the business of life, but never touch each other where the heart lives and dreams. From there it is only a small leap to the cataloging of petty hurts and daily failures that leaves so many couples bitter and unsatisfied with their mates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So choose carefully and well. If you do, you will have chosen a partner with whom you can grow, and then the real miracle of marriage can take place in your hearts. I pick my words carefully when I speak of a miracle. But I think it is not too strong a word. There is a miracle in marriage. It is called transformation. Transformation is one of the most common events of nature. The seedbecomes the flower. The cocoon becomes the butterfly. Winter becomes spring and love becomes a child. We never question these, because we see them around us every day. To us they are not miracles, though if we did not know them they would be impossible to believe. Marriage is a transformation we choose to make. Our love is planted like a seed, and in time it begins to flower. We cannot know the flower that will blossom, but we can be sure that a bloomwill come. If you have chosen carefully and wisely, the bloom will be good. If you have chosen poorly or for the wrong reason, the bloom will be flawed. We are quite willing to accept the reality of negative transformation in a marriage. It was negative transformation that always had me terrified of the bitter marriages that I feared when I was younger. It never occurred tome to question the darkmiracle that transformed love into harshness and bitterness. Yet I was unable to accept the possibility that the first heat of love could be transformed into something positive that was actually deeper and more meaningful than the heat of fresh passion. All I could believe in was the power of this passion and the fear that when it cooled I would be left with something lesser and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is positive transformation as well. Like negative transformation, it results from a slow accretion of little things. But instead of death by a thousand blows, it is growth by a thousand touches of love. Two histories intermingle. Two separate beings, two separate presence, two separate consciousnesses come together and share a view of life that passes before them. They remain separate, but they also become one. There is an expansion of awareness, not a closure and a constriction, as I had once feared. This is not to say that there is not tension and there are not traps. Tension and traps are part of every choice of life, from celibate to monogamous to having multiple lovers. Each choice contains within it the lingering doubt that the road not taken somehow more fruitful and exciting, and each becomes dulled to the richness that it alone contains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only marriage allows life to deepen and expand and be leavened by the knowledge that two have chosen, against all odds, to become one. Those who live together without marriage can know the pleasure of shared company, but there is a specific gravity in the marriage commitment that deepens that experience into something richer and more complex.&lt;br /&gt;So do not fear marriage, just as you should not rush into it for the wrong reasons. It is an act of faith and it contains within it the power of transformation. If you believe in your heart that you have found someone with whom you are able to grow, if you have sufficient faith that you can resist the endless attraction of the road not taken and the partner not chosen, if you have the strength of heart to embrace the cycles and seasons that your love will experience, then you may beready to seek the miracle that marriage offers. If not, then wait. The easy grace of a marriage well made is worth your patience. When the time comes, a thousand flowers will bloom...endlessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a good article. I suggest you internalize what it's trying to convey coz you may realize that being in a relationship is more that what you might think it should be. &lt;strong&gt;ENJOY&lt;/strong&gt;! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-113444677321742493?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/113444677321742493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=113444677321742493' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113444677321742493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113444677321742493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2005/12/partners-and-marriage.html' title='PARTNERS AND MARRIAGE'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-113437411793055950</id><published>2005-12-12T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T16:03:37.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind</title><content type='html'>Hmmm... It's the first song that played in my WinAmp. &lt;strong&gt;Blind&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;em&gt;Lifehouse&lt;/em&gt;. I'm enjoying my sounds right now coz I bought myself a brand-spanking &lt;strong&gt;NEW 5.1 SURROUND SPEAKERS SYSTEM&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;strong&gt;WooHoo&lt;/strong&gt;! I can play my songs, watch &lt;strong&gt;SMALLVILLE&lt;/strong&gt; and play my games in 3D surround quality! I'm &lt;strong&gt;SO HAPPY&lt;/strong&gt;! (&lt;em&gt;this blog&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;GREATLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;needs emoticons&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since receiving my coveted &lt;em&gt;13th month pay&lt;/em&gt;, I've been thinking on what I can acquire for myself this year. I already got my &lt;strong&gt;5.1&lt;/strong&gt;, also I bought a &lt;strong&gt;512MB RS-MMC&lt;/strong&gt; for my phone so I can now place &lt;strong&gt;LOTS&lt;/strong&gt; of songs and videos on my &lt;strong&gt;3230&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;shibby!!!&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm... I don't seem to have lots to talk about lately. I've always wanted to write down a "&lt;em&gt;Day In My Life&lt;/em&gt;" but what if I had &lt;em&gt;superpowers&lt;/em&gt; in the mix. Would my life be more interesting? I'll find out when i have a day when I do get to go somewhere else other than work and home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darn, why can't i say anything else? I'm stumped. Nothing's bothering me! Have I reached a peak and just waiting for me to crash and burn? &lt;em&gt;Stay tuned...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-113437411793055950?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/113437411793055950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=113437411793055950' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113437411793055950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113437411793055950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2005/12/blind.html' title='Blind'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-113402989559685642</id><published>2005-12-08T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T16:18:26.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back in Blogspot</title><content type='html'>Greetings! Haven't posted here for OVER A YEAR! But I'll set it up again! I know it's gonna have the same posts as my other but it's for others who can't view my other blogs (Y!360 and Frienster Blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-113402989559685642?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/113402989559685642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=113402989559685642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113402989559685642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/113402989559685642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-back-in-blogspot.html' title='I&apos;m back in Blogspot'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-110194072358171459</id><published>2004-12-01T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T06:38:43.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.30.2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Helped my brother practice his sing for the "American Idol"-esque contest from my mom's company. It always reminds me how... how can I say this?... "&lt;strong&gt;ORIGINAL&lt;/strong&gt;" this country can be! It's just me. Im full of angst. How can you be not angry with the world today, right? But unlike others, I just sit on one corner and let it be coz there might be some things worth fighting for but most things are just a waste of time fighting for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My brother's singing career isnt taking off at the rate he's going. Always missing the beat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;BEAT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And then when I tell him how the beat goes, he overthinks the obvious and makes him more confused as he is. We'll find out what happens tomorrow...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-110194072358171459?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/110194072358171459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=110194072358171459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110194072358171459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110194072358171459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/11/11302004.html' title='11.30.2004'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-110177148820247456</id><published>2004-11-30T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T06:32:21.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.29.2004</title><content type='html'>Vended in Ragnarok Online while I read my downloaded comics and listen to my MP3s. Im still getting the hang of using WinXP SP2 since with my previous Win98SE, I couldnt Alt-Tab pRO since it would create an exception error.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's raining harder now, making me feel VERY sleepy. Had enough strength to give Paolo his Mocking Muffler and Blast Clip. Hopefully on Wednesday I get tanked for 2 hours and be almost Job Level 50 so I can make my Crusader. Funny that I havent made a 2nd Level Job in all my time wasting money over Ragnarok Online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-110177148820247456?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/110177148820247456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=110177148820247456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110177148820247456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110177148820247456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/11/11292004.html' title='11.29.2004'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-110168375482664782</id><published>2004-11-29T13:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:44:54.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>11.28.2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Bluetooth Device still wont get recognized, but eventually got to establish a pairing of my &lt;strong&gt;3650&lt;/strong&gt; and my PC. I dont know if it's an accident or I did something different from the usual procedures. Guess Ill never know until the next time my PC gets attacked by spywares and I have to reinstall &lt;strong&gt;WinXP SP2&lt;/strong&gt;. But it bothers me that it STILL cant backup my phone. Ill have to check that again later. But, nonetheless, I can move on to different projects with my PC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got myself a Globe Application form, gonna get that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6260&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; soon. It costs &lt;strong&gt;P13500&lt;/strong&gt; now, &lt;em&gt;P200&lt;/em&gt; less than what my mom showed me last week. Things are looking up. Hope my brother can keep his half of the bargain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-110168375482664782?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/110168375482664782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=110168375482664782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110168375482664782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110168375482664782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/11/11282004.html' title='11.28.2004'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-110035610670981766</id><published>2004-11-13T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T07:26:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>NOKIA 6260 (It will be mine... oh yes... It WILL be mine!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nokia-asia.com/BaseProject/Sites/APAC_18024/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/ttl_main_6260.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whatever you do, the Nokia 6260 matches your moves perfectly. Open it to make a call or check your email. Twist the display to use the camera and send your favorite shots to your friends. Or, fold it to browse the Internet or access applications. The choice is yours. Get the Nokia 6260... it's as adaptable as you are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nokia-asia.com/BaseProject/Sites/APAC_18024/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/img_sml_ft_6260_work.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Work Mode &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Local or remote synchronization of contacts, calendar, to-do list and notes using the built-in SyncML client or Nokia PC Suite &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Check and read emails securely with the built-in VPN client &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;View PowerPoint and Word attachments using the pre-installed Quickpoint and Quickword viewers &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Read and write emails easily with the portable Wireless Keyboard enhancement &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Record your ideas immediately as voice memos or type them as notes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Series 60 icon menu for easy-to-navigate user interface, or create your own folders and map the applications to the desired folders &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nokia-asia.com/BaseProject/Sites/APAC_18024/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/img_sml_ft_6260_browse.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Browse Mode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twist the display 180 degrees for a fully functional browse mode &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;In this compact mode, you can get fast and easy access to the menu, applications and browsing, as well as make and receive calls &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Mobile xHTML browser gives rich access to Internet pages &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wallet for convenient online use and storage of your numbers and passwords &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Video and audio streaming &lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.nokia-asia.com/BaseProject/Sites/APAC_18024/CDA/Categories/Home/images/phones_2/_Content/_Static_Files/img_sml_ft_6260_camera.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Camera Mode&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;A built-in sensor activates the integrated VGA camera when display is twisted to the side &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Display rotates to automatically fit screen orientation, convenient for self-portraits &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Specific side keys let you zoom in and out for capturing great details &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoot short videos clips and play them on the large, bright 65,536 colors active TFT display &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Show pictures of your choice in a slideshow &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paste your favorite shots as wallpapers in idle mode &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Phone display used as a viewfinder &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-110035610670981766?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/110035610670981766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=110035610670981766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110035610670981766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/110035610670981766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/11/nokia-6260-it-will-be-mine-oh-yes-it.html' title='NOKIA 6260 (It will be mine... oh yes... It WILL be mine!)'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979597199345417</id><published>2004-10-12T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:53:23.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christopher Reeve, dead at 52</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BEDFORD, N.Y. - Christopher Reeve, the star of the “Superman” movies whose near-fatal riding accident nine years ago turned him into a worldwide advocate for spinal cord research, died Sunday of heart failure, his publicist said. He was 52.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve fell into a coma Saturday after going into cardiac arrest while at his New York home, his publicist, Wesley Combs told The Associated Press by phone from Washington, D.C., on Sunday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve was being treated at Northern Westchester Hospital for a pressure wound, a common complication for people living with paralysis. In the past week, the wound had become severely infected, resulting in a serious systemic infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“On behalf of my entire family, I want to thank Northern Westchester Hospital for the excellent care they provided to my husband,” Dana Reeve, Christopher’s wife, said in a statement. “I also want to thank his personal staff of nurses and aides, as well as the millions of fans from around the world who have supported and loved my husband over the years.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve broke his neck in May 1995 when he was thrown from his horse during an equestrian competition in Culpeper, Va.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passionate advocate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enduring months of therapy to allow him to breathe for longer and longer periods without a respirator, Reeve emerged to lobby Congress for better insurance protection against catastrophic injury and to move an Academy Award audience to tears with a call for more films about social issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He returned to directing, and even returned to acting in a 1998 production of “Rear Window,” a modern update of the Hitchcock thriller about a man in a wheelchair who becomes convinced a neighbor has been murdered. Reeve won a Screen Actors Guild award for best actor in a television movie or miniseries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was worried that only acting with my voice and my face, I might not be able to communicate effectively enough to tell the story,” Reeve said. “But I was surprised to find that if I really concentrated, and just let the thoughts happen, that they would read on my face. With so many close-ups, I knew that my every thought would count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”In his public appearances, he was as handsome as ever, his blue eyes bright and his voice clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hollywood needs to do more,” he said in the March 1996 Oscar awards appearance. “Let’s continue to take risks. Let’s tackle the issues. In many ways our film community can do it better than anyone else. There is no challenge, artistic or otherwise, that we can’t meet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Symbol of recovery&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2000, Reeve was able to move his index finger, and a specialized workout regimen made his legs and arms stronger. He also regained sensation in other parts of his body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve’s support of stem cell research helped it emerge as a major campaign issue between President Bush and John Kerry. His name was even mentioned by Kerry earlier this month during the second presidential debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the strain of traveling to Hollywood, Reeve said: “I refuse to allow a disability to determine how I live my life. I don’t mean to be reckless, but setting a goal that seems a bit daunting actually is very helpful toward recovery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His athletic, 6-foot-4-inch frame and love of adventure made him a natural, if largely unknown, choice for the title role in the first “Superman” movie in 1978. He insisted on performing his own stunts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he reprised the role three times, Reeve often worried about being typecast as an action hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Look, I’ve flown, I’ve become evil, loved, stopped and turned the world backward, I’ve faced my peers, I’ve befriended children and small animals and I’ve rescued cats from trees,” Reeve told the Los Angeles Times in 1983, just before the release of the third “Superman” movie. “What else is there left for Superman to do that hasn’t been done?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escaping the cape&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though he owed his fame to it, Reeve made a concerted effort to, as he often put it, “escape the cape.” He played an embittered, crippled Vietnam veteran in the 1980 Broadway play “Fifth of July,” a lovestruck time-traveler in the 1980 movie “Somewhere in Time,” and an aspiring playwright in the 1982 suspense thriller “Deathtrap.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“After the first ‘Superman,’ I had the compulsion to do parts that were really weird,” Reeve told The Associated Press in 1987. “That freaked people out. I’ve passed that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recent films included John Carpenter’s “Village of the Damned,” and the HBO movies “Above Suspicion” and “In the Gloaming,” which he directed. Among his other film credits are “The Remains of the Day,” “The Aviator,” and “Morning Glory.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet Reeve always will be known to movie fans as the strapping, boyishly handsome stage veteran whose charm and humor brought a new dimension to the characters of Superman and his alter-ego, Clark Kent. The film co-starred Margot Kidder as Lois Lane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve said in public appearances promoting the “Superman” films, he tried to get children to better themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“They should be looking for Superman’s qualities — courage, determination, modesty, humor — in themselves rather than passively sitting back, gaping slack-jawed at this terrific guy in boots,” Reeve said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Child star&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve was born Sept. 25, 1952, in New York City, son of a novelist and a newspaper reporter. He in around 10 when he made his first stage appearance — in Gilbert and Sullivan’s “The Yeoman of the Guard” at McCarter Theater in Princeton, N.J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starred in virtually all of the theatrical productions at the exclusive Princeton Day School. By age 16, he had joined the actors’ union.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduating from Cornell University in 1974, he landed a part as coldhearted bigamist Ben Harper on the television soap opera “Love of Life.” He also performed frequently on stage, winning his first Broadway role as the grandson of a character played by Katharine Hepburn in “A Matter of Gravity.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve’s first movie role was a minor one in the submarine disaster movie “Gray Lady Down,” released in 1978. “Superman” soon followed. Reeve was selected for the title role from among about 200 aspirants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devastating riding injury&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Active in many sports, Reeve owned several horses and competed in equestrian events regularly. Witnesses to the May 1995 accident said Reeve’s horse had cleared two of 15 fences during the jumping event and stopped abruptly at the third, flinging the actor headlong to the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors said he fractured the top two vertebrae in his neck and damaged his spinal cord. When he finally was released from a rehabilitation institute in December 1995, he thanked staffed members “who have set the stage for my continued journey.” He underwent further rehabilitation at his home in upstate New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While filming “Superman” in London, Reeve met modeling agency co-founder Gae Exton, and the two began a relationship that lasted several years. The couple had two sons, but were never wed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve later married Dana Morosini; they had one son, Will, 11. His wife became his frequent spokeswoman after the accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reeve also is survived by his mother, Barbara Johnson; his father, Franklin Reeve; his brother, Benjamin Reeve; and his two children from his relationship with Exton, Matthew, 25, and Alexandra, 21.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plans for a funeral were immediately announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months after the accident, he told interviewer Barbara Walters that he considered suicide in the first dark days after he was injured. But he quickly overcame such thoughts when he saw his children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I could see how much they needed me and wanted me ... and how lucky we all are and that my brain is on straight.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Reeve (1952-2004)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979597199345417?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979597199345417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979597199345417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979597199345417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979597199345417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/10/christopher-reeve-dead-at-52.html' title='Christopher Reeve, dead at 52'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979514402510617</id><published>2004-10-01T14:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:39:04.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPTEMBER 30, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We went to Megamall first and she helped me get new pair of glasses since my old one broke na and it's hanging on by mightybond. Then we went to Great Images Studios to have our VERY FIRST official picture together (6 years na kami but no formal pic yet) and the pics are AMAZING! Itll be posted here soon. Then we went to T.G.I.FRIDAY'S Glorietta 3 to have our dinner there. I even surprised her with the crew singing "Happy Birthday" to her (They really do that to those who have birthday that day). Actually, there were 4 of them celebrating their birthday there. We didnt even get to finish our meal kasi it's SO BIG! We had it wrapped and I told her that my gift is at home in the penthouse. So we went there, then it began to rain. I thought it would ruin the moment coz the "EVENT" will happen on the open penthouse roof. So we got home and requested for the penthouse to be opened even for a few minutes (I told Jelyn that my surprise is kept there so we really "NEED" to get it). Then we went to the penthouse. To my surprise, it stopped raining! We got to the top of the penthouse, I told her to look at the view of the city coz the surprise will be there. Then I knelt down behind her, got out the ring and said that "Nasaakin pala yung surprise." She turned around and I did the proposal line "Will You Marry Me?". She was shocked and asking me if I was serious a couple of times. I also answered her "SERIOUS!" a couple of times so it can get through her surprised skull about my actions. She said "YES", I stood up and placed the ring on her finger. Then I did my speech which was adlib so I dont remember but it was enough to make her cry. We went down then and proceeded to bring her home. Then it started to rain again. That's the sweetest part, the rain stopped just for that moment, giving us time to have that memorable moment. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979514402510617?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979514402510617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979514402510617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979514402510617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979514402510617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/09/september-30-2004.html' title='SEPTEMBER 30, 2004'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979490258355437</id><published>2004-06-02T06:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:35:02.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Libra</title><content type='html'>I'm walking without a care &lt;br /&gt;Not a clue to where I'm going &lt;br /&gt;Could this be an oasis? &lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should stop and have a look &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I notice somebody there &lt;br /&gt;Underneath a tree she's waiting &lt;br /&gt;With the sun in her hair &lt;br /&gt;She looks like an angel &lt;br /&gt;Flew down from heaven &lt;br /&gt;She's a lady Libra! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can do &lt;br /&gt;Is hope that she &lt;br /&gt;Will share it all with me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;You find someone (someone you could fall in love) &lt;br /&gt;Libra...shining in the sun (by a waterfall she's waiting) &lt;br /&gt;She's my reason to run (every breath anticipating) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running for the first time &lt;br /&gt;Running for the first time &lt;br /&gt;In my life &lt;br /&gt;Through the mist I see her &lt;br /&gt;Gotta catch that girl &lt;br /&gt;Before she is gone &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979490258355437?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979490258355437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979490258355437' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979490258355437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979490258355437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/06/libra.html' title='Libra'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979485557321062</id><published>2004-05-25T05:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:34:15.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Save A Little Something For Me</title><content type='html'>One fall-out &lt;br /&gt;And you've found somebody else &lt;br /&gt;What can I say? &lt;br /&gt;You don't think you belong to me &lt;br /&gt;Oh, what I wouldn't give &lt;br /&gt;For some down time with you &lt;br /&gt;I'd wait in line &lt;br /&gt;If only I could find a way to break on through... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you &lt;br /&gt;Save a little something for me &lt;br /&gt;Just a little &lt;br /&gt;Save a little something for me &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know &lt;br /&gt;You're something special to me &lt;br /&gt;All I own is nothing &lt;br /&gt;Compared to your love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you &lt;br /&gt;Save a little something for me &lt;br /&gt;All I own is nothing &lt;br /&gt;Compared to your love &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979485557321062?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979485557321062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979485557321062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979485557321062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979485557321062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/05/save-little-something-for-me.html' title='Save A Little Something For Me'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979480853505441</id><published>2004-05-14T05:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:33:28.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of Breath</title><content type='html'>Scratchin' on another door &lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a chance to score some more &lt;br /&gt;"Whatcha' doin'?" &lt;br /&gt;I can see my life before me &lt;br /&gt;I know that I can't afford procrastination &lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be on an empty road &lt;br /&gt;Full of these empty promises &lt;br /&gt;I've got something more to give this universe &lt;br /&gt;Now! I've got so much more &lt;br /&gt;And my word is my ammunition &lt;br /&gt;I've got something more to give this universe &lt;br /&gt;Start listening to it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out of breath &lt;br /&gt;Fighting back tears &lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for years &lt;br /&gt;For a moment like this &lt;br /&gt;I'm out of breath &lt;br /&gt;And I can't find the words &lt;br /&gt;It's a chance in a lifetime &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to miss &lt;br /&gt;Gonna give it my all &lt;br /&gt;'Till I stand or fall &lt;br /&gt;Gonna test every limit &lt;br /&gt;Break every wall &lt;br /&gt;'Cause I want you to know &lt;br /&gt;That I'll never let go &lt;br /&gt;'Till I get my moment of glory &lt;br /&gt;And I can almost taste it &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979480853505441?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979480853505441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979480853505441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979480853505441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979480853505441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/05/out-of-breath.html' title='Out of Breath'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979453815975189</id><published>2004-04-28T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:30:03.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE Horoscopes for 04/27</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Jelyn's Sun Opposition Ricko's Mercury:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lively exchanges of ideas are common between the two of you. Fortunately, you understand each other well, but unfortunately you sometimes have opposite opinions and perspectives on an issue. Despite your differences, you work together very well in practical matters, planning, organizing, developing or communicating ideas, and your differing viewpoints are not likely to be a serious problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricko's Sun Square Jelyn's Moon: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The distinct differences in your temperaments inclines you to periods of personality clashes and misunderstandings. In particular, Jelyn often feels that Ricko does not sympathize enough or try to really understand Jelyn's feelings. Both of you will have to understand and respect your differences, and make a concerted effort to harmonize your very different temperaments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricko's Sun Square Jelyn's Neptune: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must guard against mutual deception and misunderstandings. Ricko tends to have an unrealistic view of Jelyn, and Jelyn has a tendency to unconsciously capitalize on Ricko's imaginative and often simply erroneous perceptions. The tendency to be dishonest, hide things from each other, exaggerate, and spur each other to unrealistic hopes and dreams is very strong. Both of you must be able to distinguish fantasy from fact, and utilize the increased sensitivity and heightened imagination that you inspire in each other, without letting it cloud your ability to clearly and realistically see other and understand each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ricko's Sun Trine Jelyn's Mars:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Successful cooperation in achieving goals and accomplishing tasks is highlighted. You make an excellent working team and you are able to assist each other in achieving specific, concrete goals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jelyn's Sun Trine Ricko's Venus:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours is a congenial and enjoyable relationship, for you both appreciate and like one another. You also share a similarity in tastes and enjoyment of leisure activities and pleasures.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979453815975189?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979453815975189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979453815975189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979453815975189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979453815975189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/04/love-horoscopes-for-0427.html' title='LOVE Horoscopes for 04/27'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979433141647686</id><published>2004-03-10T10:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:25:58.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Horoscopes for 03/09</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday, March 9, 2004&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an astrologer sees a combination of Neptune, Jupiter and the ruling planet for today, Mars, this usually and does in this instance indicate the presence of power, especially in the the way of transcendence. The person born on this day exudes strength and cerebral dominance in the workplace and in relationships, which they may encounter in their ever changing lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socially and romantically, this could be one of the best days of the year, so put your chores on hold and don't let anyone burst the bubble of optimism and happiness that currently surrounds you. Your positive attitude will attract others to you like bees to a honey pot. The sweeter you are, the more admirers you will collect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early today, a financial matter appears to be in good shape, but this may prove to be an illusion. Almost as soon as you begin counting your chickens before they are hatched, new information or questions arise. Clearly, more work and planning are called for. You don't have to like this, but are advised to be cooperative and rethink your prior strategy. What seemed apparent a week or two ago may no longer be appropriate. Don't view another's resistance as criticism. View it as part of the cost of getting things right. P.S.: No matter what occurs in one particular area of concern, your social and romantic possibilities should be improving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979433141647686?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979433141647686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979433141647686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979433141647686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979433141647686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/03/birthday-horoscopes-for-0309.html' title='Birthday Horoscopes for 03/09'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979345977704264</id><published>2004-03-03T12:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:22:37.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARCH 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;CENTER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.supermanhomepage.com/images/cards/i-bday.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARCH 9, 1979&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/CENTER&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979345977704264?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979345977704264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979345977704264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979345977704264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979345977704264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/03/march-9.html' title='MARCH 9'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109979321081796737</id><published>2004-02-03T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T10:06:50.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of You, Baby!</title><content type='html'>I start my day with thoughts of you and I cant help but smile&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the last time we were together even for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Sharing sweet nothings, exchanging sweet glances, learning to dance&lt;br /&gt;Having you in my arms, cheek to cheek, I'm almost in a trance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the midday, thoughts of you continue to flow in my head&lt;br /&gt;Wondering how you are makes me want to be with you instead&lt;br /&gt;Kissing you in between bites of your favorite cake&lt;br /&gt;Sugar or no sugar, turtle cake never tasted so great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know before I retire tonight you will still be on my mind&lt;br /&gt;What best way to end the day but imagine being with someone so beautiful, so kind&lt;br /&gt;I miss you, I love you so much, that's all I can say&lt;br /&gt;This is how I will be until we can be together again, maybe on Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109979321081796737?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109979321081796737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109979321081796737' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979321081796737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109979321081796737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/02/thinking-of-you-baby.html' title='Thinking of You, Baby!'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9038125.post-109976606620204506</id><published>2004-01-18T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T02:41:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT'S THE POINT TO ALL THIS?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After signing on to this kind of subscription, checking around, looking for people i know and people i wanna meet, it kinda bothers me that most people take for granted the true essence of this kind of "friendly" environment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I thought this was a place to &lt;strong&gt;MEET&lt;/strong&gt; new people. To be able to &lt;strong&gt;MAKE NEW FRIENDS&lt;/strong&gt;. Sure, I have a lot of friends past and present who're here, but hoping to make new friends not only in title but to the point that there's gonna be a commonality between 2 or more people that make them friends. Never have I seen such frivolousness in the fact that nobody wants to receive messages from people who wants to be friends. And if nobody wants to be exploited, &lt;strong&gt;STOP&lt;/strong&gt; giving others reason to do so! Well, &lt;strong&gt;DUH&lt;/strong&gt;!!! I dont know why you have friends in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It seems more like a race for who has the most friends which makes them seem popular since they have a jillion-bajillion friends enough to burst in the seams! (so, i exaggerated! I need to make a point!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If it's so hard to make a conversation to someone or dont really want to talk, why make them part of your friendlist? It's like the craze these days for kids: Trading Card games, Mini Racing Cars, Battling Tops, Yo-yos... We just want to collect for the sake of collecting, not really putting value in what that person can offer you. Why buy something you dont use? Why add if they're only gonna be mugshots in your wall like a hit list.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Forgive me, im just ranting. I got inspired to rage out what I see here. I just dont want the word "friend" to become another tangible object.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If nobody can understand this message, &lt;strong&gt;then what the hell are you doing here&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9038125-109976606620204506?l=superricko.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/feeds/109976606620204506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9038125&amp;postID=109976606620204506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109976606620204506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9038125/posts/default/109976606620204506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://superricko.blogspot.com/2004/01/whats-point-to-all-this.html' title='WHAT&apos;S THE POINT TO ALL THIS?!'/><author><name>SuperRicko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14153966783366917043</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
