<?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-1979514955039229777</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:39:18.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>debrutz journal :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-2403911766604569237</id><published>2009-08-31T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T01:15:28.562-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my co deejay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SpycUzVSL5I/AAAAAAAAABU/_x4Y8JmQMhU/s1600-h/5250_1146283349770_1608123731_365323_4589459_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SpycUzVSL5I/AAAAAAAAABU/_x4Y8JmQMhU/s320/5250_1146283349770_1608123731_365323_4589459_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376343936364326802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;beverly laurete or best known by her airname 'DJ BIANCA'&lt;br /&gt;at first, i don't like her that much(knowing she was from ifm) till we gt the chance to go out together on 'hosting events'. and i finally had a chance  to know her. . she's the person who taught me about being 'transparent' ..that is the best adjective that describes her personality. . it is such a privilege knowing her.  she is one of the good people i have met through magikfm. . well, 'busy type of person' sya.. very workaholic unlike me 'lax' hihihi.. we don't have anything in common. but the good thing is, everything went fine :) everything will go well when we are teamed up.. :)---- gee!! i just love this chick! she's an 'ATE' to me :) go bianx!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-2403911766604569237?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2403911766604569237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=2403911766604569237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/2403911766604569237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/2403911766604569237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-co-deejay.html' title='my co deejay'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SpycUzVSL5I/AAAAAAAAABU/_x4Y8JmQMhU/s72-c/5250_1146283349770_1608123731_365323_4589459_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-3631079537038087516</id><published>2009-06-05T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:53:12.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO: Redentor Paurom Tanginan</title><content type='html'>i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; regretful of having you as my father. You were the  one who helped my mom to give me a chance to experience  life on earth. I was born because of your strongest sperm cell who was very determined to reach his goal. Did you really love her?..  well, my mom used to tell me negative things about you and never heard anything but all cautions. some of them were true and some were only my mom's ideas she would like to impart. . . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;xmpre&lt;/span&gt; she had a very bad experience with your relationship. mom were not treated right. Well, guys are all the same. They are just better on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt; day. &lt;br /&gt;I used to see my mother crying inside our room because of you. She seems strong and vulgar but she &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;ain't&lt;/span&gt; really. You keep on telling me when i was young that someday i would realize that they were all lying about you. someday i would realize that you are nothing but a good father. I can never forget that. Because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;until&lt;/span&gt; now, it is still on my head. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; trying to prove them wrong but what is happening now, seems like i was wrong how i used to look you up.&lt;br /&gt;At night, before i sleep, i think of you. Thought you think of me. I laughed when i woke up one morning, i remembered my dream the other night how i missed you.&lt;br /&gt;I cant blame you for everything that is happening right now.. Maybe you are not yet fully matured to stand with the right decision. I can understand that. Now we live separate lives. Like a strangers as if we never met. I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; know if you still care about me when you are already happy having &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;jayboy&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;dynjy&lt;/span&gt; and your wife. Perfect family! i hope you will be as good as worst in reverse to us.  From now on, I'm forgetting you and will move on. Life will lead me anywhere but to path you and will meet. So long! May you enjoy the life you chose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-3631079537038087516?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3631079537038087516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=3631079537038087516' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/3631079537038087516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/3631079537038087516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-redentor-paurom-tanginan.html' title='TO: Redentor Paurom Tanginan'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-5731533281009102291</id><published>2009-04-30T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T01:50:08.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;today is the day the 'existence' started....&lt;br /&gt;well, i never even hoped to live life this way.&lt;br /&gt;but time runs so fast.. I have not yet achieved those plans i have wished for..&lt;br /&gt;but slightly enjoying every experience i am experiencing every day.&lt;br /&gt;happiness and loneliness, mixed together and came up with a brilliant perception.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live everything not that seriously..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-5731533281009102291?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/5731533281009102291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=5731533281009102291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/5731533281009102291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/5731533281009102291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2009/04/existence.html' title='existence'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-8242637598125018124</id><published>2009-04-05T05:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T06:21:46.132-07:00</updated><title type='text'>untitled</title><content type='html'>i don't know how to start this....&lt;br /&gt;this certain moron who i have been anticipating since i was on lower grades. well, i really thought that he will be the one and the only one. maybe i was kinda shocked that time that what was on my mind was all those silly things. hmmmmm?.. but those so-called 'silly things' went on for almost 10 years. can you imagine that?. when i shared this feeling to some persons, almost of their comment was 'how can i keep my feelings that long'?.. (sigh..) does it make any sense to me?. . why would i keep on hoping to this certain moron who i never be friends with?. i don't even know him. bah?..&lt;br /&gt;i closed my window to other dudes because of him. . . . Obssession right?.. whatcha think?.. it is a disorder!!!!!! but the QUESTION is.................. WHY DO I STILL HOPE??? i risked so many things for this. People who i used to consider as a 'family'. . they're gone now... But i didnt regret of loosing them. My dad, Uncle and brothers. (thats true!) nobody knows my whole story yet. my written journals, well, it is inc0mplete and scattered since an intruder came in to my cottage. with the initials J.T.T!!! i really hate her!.. together with R.P.T both of them i have wished to suffer in hell. I dont care if J.T.T doesnt believe in HELL!!. . They are now a part of my past! No matter what will happen! They are gone! totally GONE!.. and No longer EXIST!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........! thngs changed so fast!.. just a blink, and everything has changed! ... i never wanted this, and never planned for this. . . but it is happening already.. and it keeps on happening.. SUCKS!!!!! I wish i can go advance and escape from all of these tragedies. .&lt;br /&gt;Give any adjectives of what you think about me!!.. it is your opinion and you have the freedom!&lt;br /&gt;i can manage.. My emotions often fluctuate. . . Maybe beacuse i have been thinking a lot lately. Stiffed with negative stuffs. . . But WHHHHYYY? do i keep on missing him and always think of him?. . I used not to believe on falling stars but now i am into it. Horoscopes?.. maybe...&lt;br /&gt;but i cant promise to forget everything about this certain MORON... i will set him free if that's what he wants.. but i will always be here for him, no matter how hard to cross to an erupting volcano.. i will still be waiting for him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-8242637598125018124?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/8242637598125018124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=8242637598125018124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/8242637598125018124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/8242637598125018124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2009/04/untitled.html' title='untitled'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-9039095002212903172</id><published>2009-03-01T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T04:51:16.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/Sap9UMNyTsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w3L4rSHp1js/s1600-h/SANY1233-1-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/Sap9UMNyTsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w3L4rSHp1js/s320/SANY1233-1-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308192896639454914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sen.Chiz Eascudero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;when i had my last minute of adlib of my program the ''PLANET ROCK" ... My boss, sir Philip was there messing up my show. But i was happy when he told me to inform our fellow KABERKZ that sen. chiz will be visiting on our station..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;WHOOOHAAATTTT??.. i was really shocked.. i even told my listeners that i was realyl! hmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;gee! on that night i wasnt able to sleep well beacuse of the excitement.. wew!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;and finally.. i able to talk with my crush! hahaha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;yah! hes cute.. and i like him.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-9039095002212903172?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/9039095002212903172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=9039095002212903172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/9039095002212903172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/9039095002212903172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2009/03/sen.html' title=''/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/Sap9UMNyTsI/AAAAAAAAAA8/w3L4rSHp1js/s72-c/SANY1233-1-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-6799806645670378154</id><published>2009-02-14T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T00:53:06.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a thought</title><content type='html'>You can't let other people's jealousy get you down. If they feel threatened by your success, that is their problem -- not yours. Your job today is to just keep on being smarter and faster. Once you stop caring about what other people are freaking out about, you'll feel a lot freer -- which in turn will help you be even better at what you do! Serve as a good example to others by being honorable and not getting down in the mud with someone full of envy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-6799806645670378154?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6799806645670378154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=6799806645670378154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/6799806645670378154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/6799806645670378154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2009/02/just-thought.html' title='just a thought'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-2297517144601023388</id><published>2008-12-11T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T01:19:32.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Talking to a friend who has been acting out of character</title><content type='html'>They say that today is a good day to have a serious talk with a friend or loved one who has been acting out of character lately. Casually ask about what is new in their life and see what they say -- whatever i do, musn't accuse them of anything or push them to reveal things. They will open up when they feel like i aint going to judge them or get angry, not before. If they never spill their feelings, musn't take it personally. They just don't feel like sharing yet... And i received a text message from this dude earlier, asked me to meet him on the station. But the problem is, i dont really like him that much and i don't wanna talk with him, because i know what will be our topic. It's not that i am snob.. But i just dont want him to expect and to think that im an easy type of person. Well, i am really a friendly type of person, but some people will take advantage of my 'goodness' haha is that the right word? well, sounds like correct!.. anyways, this day.. it's totally different. There were things changed. Like my feelings? towards this person. i've been thinking about it lately, because i know this isn't right. SO i better stop this. Aint good to love someone and at the same time hurting somebody. ayt? Music can really help change things. . through it, i was able to meet this dude. it's blitz.  we bceame friends beacuse we listen to the same music, and im a dj. .. he loves listening to me on the radio, and telling me how special i am even i am not. he make me feel so good when i hurt so bad. . its started with the 'collide' song. he is the first person who shared me that song without knowing that i have been dying to hear that. . maybe its only a coincidence. well, i cant really say that this is it.. But all i know, is that he also contributed much happiness in my life. . and i dont want him to go away.. and just want him to say he'll stay. But me and him? what's going on?  All we seem to know is how to show&lt;br /&gt;The feelings that are wrong..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-2297517144601023388?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2297517144601023388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=2297517144601023388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/2297517144601023388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/2297517144601023388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2008/12/talking-to-friend-who-has-been-acting.html' title='Talking to a friend who has been acting out of character'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-2428968672709768718</id><published>2008-11-19T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:51:04.919-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cutting out edges</title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-family: arial;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diplomacy skills came in handy today after facing this powerful person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is this person in my life who has been working on my last nerve and it's time for them to go. .. (wanted them really to be gone).. Stars told me that today is going to be the right day to tell them what  i am feeling -- gently and with my trademark diplomacy skills, of course.. Should let my own compassion guide me through this tricky conversation and let them know that it's nothing personal, but I myself  just need a break ( don't have to get specific as to why). Cutting out whatever is holding myself back in my life ..is liberating and healthy.. So what do you think about it?. Uhm, but there is also this big problem, and that is, i just can't explain to this another person how i feel, how i hate to be treated this way. I know, it's crazy! Maybe i am just too much afraid to take the risk right after what may happen?. well, i have seen this movie this afternoon. I can really relate. Because we do have absolutely the same character of the girl on the movie. Though, different situation. But still the same. And it's insane! ! It's not that i want to be different. It is just I don't see the point of trying to be like everyone else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Besides, we all have different backgrounds and point of views. Different fav. colors and perceptions. So that's it. I dont mean that, all i can do is to bottle up my emotions with me. But, im ok after blowing everything on my journal notebook. Free writing can ease the pain.. It can make me feel better. . And when i look up to the sky and music of course!.. they just make me feel calm.. though sometimes i just have to cry out loud. (it's normal) ayt? life of mine is totally different. . and very crazy. . ME living on a Bitter Sweet World. . Trying to cut out edges.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-2428968672709768718?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/2428968672709768718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=2428968672709768718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/2428968672709768718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/2428968672709768718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2008/11/cutting-out-edges.html' title='cutting out edges'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-6797853883800725654</id><published>2008-11-07T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T03:57:09.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>my story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;La vida techvoc&lt;br /&gt;Seizing breakthroughs thru small ways&lt;br /&gt;By: Gervacio C. Dauz, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;TESDA Agusan del Norte Provincial Office&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was already wafting her way in college as an Education student in the most prominent school in Cagayan de Oro City known as the Xavier University.  At that time, she knew that her university encounter was tough to surmount. But tougher still was that galling episode she had to go through in relation to the lady love of her dear father under one roof.  Eventually, after hurdling three semesters, she had to pull her own plug and return home in Butuan City, to the embrace and solace of her mother, all because her relationship with her father’s “number two” his was crudely and intensely becoming mutually exclusive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But instead of considering the event as a road block to her dreams in life, Debra Rutz Tanginan reckoned it with a grain of salt.  Toughened by the storms of having to go through “la vida loca”, she briskly buckled down to taking up a post-secondary course, which is Household Services at the Butuan City Manpower Training Center.   After finishing it, she took the licensure exam and emerged a victor with a National Certificate Level II to boost. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still quenching for more knowledge and skills, she further consoled herself by taking up the English Proficiency Training at the Language Skills Institute of the Northern Mindanao School of Fisheries in Buenavista, Agusan del Norte under the PGMA-TWSP support.  Little did she know that after finishing the course itself, several opportunities for employment started to open their doors for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a sample, when she went to apply for employment at a Jobs Fair tendered by TESDA Agusan del Norte and the Association of TVET Schools in Butuan City and Agusan del Norte, she was instantly promised with a slot by Sykes Call Center in Makati City.  But she declined, considering that she was already well on board as a part-time Disc Jockey of DXMK, a local radio station popularly known as Magic FM and airing at 97.5 frequency. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, “Debrutz” – as she is fondly called and known in airwaves – is just a whisper away to her Station Manager of becoming a full time Disc Jockey of Magic FM.  But she is still putting on hold said dangling opportunity; she is still snowed over by her other priority of finishing a Caregiver Course to broaden more her opportunities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of this time, she is just whiling away her time, feeling satisfied that she is getting droves of avid listeners and callers as the months go by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as a go-go lady, she desires that after finishing her current Caregiver Course, she would continue with a degree course, preferably Development Communication, Mass Communication or Journalism to improve more her knack in media. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pondering over the recent positive developments that have come her way, she indicated that the most telling, “big bang” precursor to many of these myriad opportunities was when she seriously trained for 100 hours or about three weeks at the Language Skills Institute of TESDA.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having improved her communication skills and grammar, and likewise gradually erasing her social phobia and metamorphosing into a confident, blooming lady, meeting and expanding social contacts, these are just some of the dividends she reaped out of said training.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the bottom line, being transformed into a job-ready, job-fit specie is the best thing that has happened to her so far.  And for this blessing, she is thankful to TESDA for igniting the flames and opening the doors.  More so, she is thankful to her mother dear, kin and peers for being there during the rough sailing.  Above all, she returns all the glory and praises to the Lord, “who owns the cattle on a thousand hills.”  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-6797853883800725654?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/6797853883800725654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=6797853883800725654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/6797853883800725654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/6797853883800725654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-story.html' title='my story'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-7673475891823119026</id><published>2008-10-23T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:05:40.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the MAGIK 97 and a half Disc jocks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SQC2Oyc9ApI/AAAAAAAAAAg/s1Q-z6Z-95I/s1600-h/nash-carey-debrutz-nikki-flex-cassie-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260404729946374802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SQC2Oyc9ApI/AAAAAAAAAAg/s1Q-z6Z-95I/s320/nash-carey-debrutz-nikki-flex-cassie-red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; nikko nash..carey..debrutz..nikki..flex..cassie..red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NASH:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he's the MAN WHO CANT BE MOVED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;you can't easily convince him to divert.. he decides for his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CAREY:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he's the POP DIVA &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he doesnt talk that much to people who's not so closed to him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;he memorized all mariah carey's songs. (addicted to MAriah Carey)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;DEBRUTZ:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;has more than 10 PERSONALITIES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;she's not really the one you see and hear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;NIKKI:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the Rnb PRINCESS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;she can convince you that black is white.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;FLEX:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;supah duppaaa HIP-HOP dude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;He handles the 'deeper jam' because he only knows that hip-hop songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;CASSIE:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;the ROCKCHICK JORDIN SPARKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;she's the giddy clown who hates to be called as an EMO.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;RED:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;The PROGENITOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ccff;"&gt;ok. . he's the only one who signed a contract on our station. $$$$$&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-7673475891823119026?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/7673475891823119026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=7673475891823119026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/7673475891823119026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/7673475891823119026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2008/10/nikko-nash.html' title='the MAGIK 97 and a half Disc jocks'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SQC2Oyc9ApI/AAAAAAAAAAg/s1Q-z6Z-95I/s72-c/nash-carey-debrutz-nikki-flex-cassie-red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-1197648511936984154</id><published>2008-10-23T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T10:34:07.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>defeated plan ^.^</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well, i just cant sleep now.. so i'm here.. its been a while since i posted my previous entry.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;well..  i dont really often visit here.. but good im here now! hahaha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;ok.. i supposed to attend the PAZIKLABAND 'O8 at magallanes..  (just be with the other djs who hosted the show) .. but sad to say.. my mood fluctuated.. grrr.. and nash felt ill.. he was not in good health.. and i cant just make apas2x over there alone!.. so.. we decided to stay inside butuan city.. haha.. lolz.. tsk! and we had our first dinner together at the Rosario's.. the waiterz there were very smiling. hahaha.. but im unsatisfied with their service.. the waiter didnt know how to serve the food properly and it S****!! and the ice tea was bad.. but i love the spaghetti. . very much!!!..  ok.. i hope that dj carey wont be very much disapointed. . :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-1197648511936984154?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/1197648511936984154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=1197648511936984154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/1197648511936984154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/1197648511936984154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2008/10/defeated-plan.html' title='defeated plan ^.^'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-3203089619397578652</id><published>2008-10-15T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:16:19.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magik experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;when i was in high school, i wanted to become a dj.. been listening to our local disc jockz.. but i didnt really expect to become one.. because i thought it will be difficult for me to get in. . Untill, i was bored when i was able to stop in school. (college) .. i was bored staying at home.. And i wanna have fun!.. and i wanna have a good experience!. i tried at magikFM.. since it was the only good station left in BXU who plays good music. . and i got in.. because of (dj nash).. hmmmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;but it was not easy on my first 2 weeks of training.. soooo many criticisms... and the people there were so negative. some pretends to be good.. but trully heLL indeed.. but i always thought about positive things. I wanted the job, so i have to be strong.. take criticisms as a stepping stone upward. And because of being patient, im still with them. :) and im now close to my fellow disc jocks!.. //.+  Sir philip will be here soon.. i dont know if he will like me or not. but i'll still go on and face the challenge!.. whatever it may take.. i'll be strong.. (feeler)  more effort!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;i'll just tell you when he's here already and what will happen!!.. i'll look forward to our meeting soon!!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-3203089619397578652?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/3203089619397578652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=3203089619397578652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/3203089619397578652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/3203089619397578652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2008/10/magik-experience.html' title='magik experience'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1979514955039229777.post-817522489512951083</id><published>2008-07-20T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T04:36:00.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mon meilleur ami --&gt; pSykolokAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMiw9gJpiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVKflXbiNJQ/s1600-h/1_613816173l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMiw9gJpiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVKflXbiNJQ/s320/1_613816173l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225058217218385442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;sHe knows me well, She's my bestfriend. i've been friends with Nadine Fuertes Ordiz since before either of us knew how to walk or talk. JOKE! It all started when we've been together in the same class. 2nd year aQuino untill 4th year SUN.. You would not think the two of us would have a lot in common- she's as brash self-confident as Iam quiet and shy (--,) in highschool class. And she Like s Ben Adams of A1 and that I'm a freakathoid avid fan of Marshall Bruce MAthers III :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;But  we compliment each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;She's a real "idea person" and always has been an easy-going type and tolerant. And she knows her own mind! A one hell smart and fun to be with...She's full of enthusiasm for whatever shes doing. And she does a lot.. By the way,She enjoys math! which i dont usually.. :-( She always seems to finish 5 different math problems at once.. And has been one of Mr. kobe's fav. studentz..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;She looks very different beacause her beauty is exotic.but not an alien typE. .gee! she has a nice glossy hair that glows in the dark..but she sure doesnt think the way i do. She's pretty!But she doesnt care much about clothes and make-up!. She's happiest wearing JEans and simple shirts!.. I Love her and you'll surely love her too0!..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1979514955039229777-817522489512951083?l=debrarutz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/feeds/817522489512951083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1979514955039229777&amp;postID=817522489512951083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/817522489512951083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1979514955039229777/posts/default/817522489512951083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debrarutz.blogspot.com/2008/07/mon-meilleur-ami-psykolokay.html' title='mon meilleur ami --&gt; pSykolokAY'/><author><name>debrutz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06912531011638647715</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMkR0XbmUI/AAAAAAAAAAY/eaC2WEZgmW0/S220/debrutzzzzz.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_lpqpjmYROto/SIMiw9gJpiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/xVKflXbiNJQ/s72-c/1_613816173l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
