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Included here are the current stories. It's just a compilation. Our stories can still be written here btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-2902100976337035387?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/2902100976337035387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=2902100976337035387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/2902100976337035387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/2902100976337035387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-180117684225171832</id><published>2007-06-21T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-21T21:13:01.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>next part</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna went to Jet's house. She found the key under the carpet in the front door. She went inside and tried to look for stuff. She looked around, through hidden doors. Mishka was on the other side of town, communicating with her through the sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;"What am I looking for exactly?" She whispered to the hidden mic.&lt;br /&gt;"Something." Mishka replied back. He looked through the computer and to Jet's room.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait," he said. "Get that Sudoku Samurai magazine."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" She replied.&lt;br /&gt;"I've always been interested in those number puzzles."&lt;br /&gt;"Mishka, get back on track. We're looking for something out of the ordinary."&lt;br /&gt;She flipped the first page. It was heavily marked with numbers. But Puzzle 1 had letters instead of numbers.&lt;br /&gt;"See? Out of the ordinary." Mishka said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went out of the house and started to go PINK miles southwest. She arrived at a treehouse. She climbed it. By the looks of the treehouse, it was probably burned. Old pieces of newspaper and scrap were on the floor. There was a laptop on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;"It doesn't look broken," Yanna told herself. She turned it on, "Missing Operating System" was on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;"Never mind that. Bring it here," Mishka advised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4:00&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem took a right turn to the Math convention. There were a lot of people.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Jem. You want some background music?" Josh said through the sunglasses. He played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ale&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks. Maybe I should start southwest." She told him.&lt;br /&gt;She arrived at a broken dilapitated house.&lt;br /&gt;"Eh. I don't wannt go in there..." Jem told Josh.&lt;br /&gt;"You have to. We might something or someone or someplace or some..."&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring his sentences, Jem pushed through the door. There were no windows in the house. It was terribly dark. She lit her flashlight watch which they used in their last expedition in another mansion (where they found Carlos). The corridor had no doors or hallways. There was just a broken piano at the end.&lt;br /&gt;"Creepy. It's weird though that this house has rooms but no doors that you can go through to reach them." Jem said.&lt;br /&gt;"Check the piano seat." Josh told her. She followed and what they found was to their surprise. They were 2 files. One that said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naomi&lt;/span&gt; and one that said &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;"Lauren?" Jem asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Naomi!" josh exclaimed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nicole?" Jasper tapped her shoulder. Nicole glanced at him.&lt;br /&gt;"Jasper!" She said. "You're so tall!" She stared upwards.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you doing here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Eating. Duh!"&lt;br /&gt;"No. You can't just be eating. The store just opened and we haven't even cleared it yet. You were here to talk to me."&lt;br /&gt;"Good one Jazper," Nicole complimented. Then she got serious. "Yesterday, three people caught me and dragged me into an alley. They asked me if I knew Jet. I said no. But they told me I was lying. So they put me in the trunk of their car. We drove for miles. Jasper! Yesterday I was in Peru!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm..."&lt;br /&gt;"I heard them say something about a secret organization and about Jet. They also asked me if I knew Carlos but I totally don't know him. Do you?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh no... The others are in trouble. If this gang is after Jet and Carlos, then the others who are looking for them are also looking for trouble."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey... I haven't finished my story yet. When they opened the trunk, I tried to escape but they were too fast. Then somebody came in the way and hit them both. They looked like they recognize him because they chased him."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait... tell me how this guy looks like."&lt;br /&gt;"Well... he had a weird hairdo, he was shorter than you but taller than Nicah."&lt;br /&gt;"I believe Carlos saved your life." Jasper concluded. They were dumbstruck. Carlos in Brazil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Classified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: Classified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos was running out of time. He was typing like mad. He heard two voices and the door behind him was pushed down. He felt a rope around his neck. He reached for the Enter button. Just the Enter button.&lt;br /&gt;"No running away this time." The man said. And with a buzz, he felt electricity around his body. He fainted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-180117684225171832?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/180117684225171832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=180117684225171832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/180117684225171832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/180117684225171832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/next-part.html' title='next part'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-4970708724003151006</id><published>2007-06-14T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T22:46:03.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BTW</title><content type='html'>Here's the current storyline (which means done and final)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. What is Pink?&lt;br /&gt;2. Carlos's History&lt;br /&gt;3. Manila&lt;br /&gt;4. Operation: Banana Split&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna's is still with Mish for editing so it's not gonna be here for now. Am gonna post a sequel tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview: Jasper danced, "Pearly shells!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-4970708724003151006?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/4970708724003151006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=4970708724003151006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/4970708724003151006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/4970708724003151006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/btw.html' title='BTW'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-6111511864914901677</id><published>2007-06-13T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:55:32.938+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saga Continues.'/><title type='text'>My turn. ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFDUzHzksPI/Rm_DMZr9QCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/njK_Pbyvtns/s1600-h/decoded+msg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5075489922890940450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFDUzHzksPI/Rm_DMZr9QCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/njK_Pbyvtns/s400/decoded+msg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yanna quickly grabbed the laptop, typed on the URL bar, and clicked enter. Her eyes lit up as she studied the screen for several minutes. She grabbed a piece of paper and scribbled. Then she turned to the others.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's in Carlos' site..." she started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"What is?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She grinned at them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Our next clue."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;======================&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check it! I feel fulfilled. Yeah, baby.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-6111511864914901677?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/6111511864914901677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=6111511864914901677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6111511864914901677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6111511864914901677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/my-turn.html' title='My turn. ;)'/><author><name>Yanna L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760229939330717618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-A4qPss6s/TWj-ZfNL3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZQZYXr3BtO0/s220/daughter%2B3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QFDUzHzksPI/Rm_DMZr9QCI/AAAAAAAAAAU/njK_Pbyvtns/s72-c/decoded+msg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-6536225739528040096</id><published>2007-06-13T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T16:42:27.677+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heck...'/><title type='text'>Whoooaaa.</title><content type='html'>Uhm, guys...what happened to our cbox?! Love the new posts, by the way. ;D&lt;br /&gt;WHERE'S THE CBOX?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,prosperity, and love for all mankind,&lt;br /&gt;Yanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-6536225739528040096?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/6536225739528040096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=6536225739528040096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6536225739528040096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6536225739528040096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/whoooaaa.html' title='Whoooaaa.'/><author><name>Yanna L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760229939330717618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-A4qPss6s/TWj-ZfNL3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZQZYXr3BtO0/s220/daughter%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-6775220630269768044</id><published>2007-06-12T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:17:13.641+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfics'/><title type='text'>FanFic: It Can't Be (200th post!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;PART 1&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There's no easy way to do this, guys...”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It's okay Carlos, we're here for you. Just tell us. Everything will be fine,” Nicah said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah,” Yanna added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a long pause as the P.F.kada waited for their friend, Carlos to tell them the news. You see, the P.F.kada is a group of &lt;del&gt;currently&lt;/del&gt; 8 kids. Namely, Joshua, Jasper, Mishka, Ren, Jem, Nicah, Yanna and Jet. Their mission? To tell the world about Jesus Christ. But lately, they've found themselves saving their friends, themselves, and the world. And right now, they're in a small room with a very good friend, Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'm...” Carlos breathed heavily. His eyes started tearing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Go on,” Jasper encouraged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone waited. And waited. No news came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Here, take these. It'll be easier,” Jem said, as she handed him a piece of paper and a pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos worked quickly, writing, perhaps, 5 sentences in 30 seconds. Scribble here, smiley face there. He started folding it. Once. Twice. Then he handed it to Mishka. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I need to go, guys. I'm sorry. I really am. Good bye.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Already? We haven't read the news yet!” Mishka frantically said, waving the folded piece of paper in the air. Everyone was staring at Carlos, who was already standing up to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It's best that way. And another thing, I don't know when I'm going to see you again. Maybe tomorrow, next week. Maybe never.” Carlos was halfway to the door, facing the team, tears rolling down his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence. The girls started sniffling. The boys just couldn't make anything out of it. After a long minute of silence, Mishka finally spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At least let us say good bye. After we read the news, everything will be clear, right? So just give us this chance. We'll miss you.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that, Nicah stood up; head bowed, tears dripping from her face, tension in her hands. And Carlos couldn't take it anymore, he ran towards her, and gave her a long hug. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I'll miss you,” she said, her voice muffled by her tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We'll all miss you,” Jasper followed, standing up to give Carlos a hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With everyone crying, Carlos ran out the door, leaving the news with Mishka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Reminder: This is purely FanFICTION. It has nothing to do with the current story, "Pink", whatsoever. :)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-6775220630269768044?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/6775220630269768044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=6775220630269768044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6775220630269768044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6775220630269768044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/fanfic-it-cant-be.html' title='FanFic: It Can&apos;t Be (200th post!)'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-1427620250448888932</id><published>2007-06-12T09:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:08:03.765+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoucements'/><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>Okay guys, since we're getting bigger and BETTER, who wants to get a new layout? I think the pink stars against the black background is a bit... Out of place. Or kinky. Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had one made a few months ago, but I'm not sure whether or not it's ready yet. :)) I need to check up on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything you guys want to change, just let me know. :D or do it yourselves, we're all admin of this blog. ;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`Kay guys! Take care. ;) God bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Fan fic from "yours truly" coming soon. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-1427620250448888932?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/1427620250448888932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=1427620250448888932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/1427620250448888932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/1427620250448888932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-5569552421640944635</id><published>2007-06-11T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T19:05:12.453+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annoucements'/><title type='text'>labels</title><content type='html'>ok, now that the blog is getting really active, some want to use it and others want to write their fanfics and others contribute to the story, i propose that we make use of labels. labels are the thingys you enter at the box BELOW your entry for the blog. labels are for when like, for an example you want to read JUST the fanfics, then you can get all the fanfics written without having to browse the whole archive, which obviously will take a long time, 'cause the archive has like almost 300 entries. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the tags we can use are&lt;br /&gt;announcements like this one right here.&lt;br /&gt;pictures like &lt;a href=http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/10/pfkada-pic-i-dug-up.html&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fanfics like &lt;a href=http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/pure-fanfiction-3.html&gt;this one right here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journalities like &lt;a href=http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-its-josh.html&gt; this one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;carlos pertaining to the hunt for the real-life carlos such as &lt;a href=http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/gasp-carlos-has-spoken.html&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the saga continues for all your plotline needs such as &lt;a href=http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-way-to-jetplane.html&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there ya go. to use these tags whenever you write a post just type announcements, pictures, fanfics, journalities, carlos or the saga countinues on the box where it says "labels for post"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suggest you should also edit you previous posts for this for easier browsing. so thereya go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and one more thing, i don't really know what tag goes with the kind like what dianna just posted. help and suggest pls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-5569552421640944635?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/5569552421640944635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=5569552421640944635' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/5569552421640944635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/5569552421640944635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/labels.html' title='labels'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-7383503423642081216</id><published>2007-06-10T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:00:18.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfics'/><title type='text'>Operation: Find Ren.</title><content type='html'>"has anyone seen ren?" quoth nicah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was in a box. how on earth did he get here? how did he leave the group? was it just his being emo in the corner? is that why he got kdnapped? i think not. so anyway, he was imprisoned. now the only way to get out was &lt;a href=http://www.audio.avatarspiritmedia.net/2x19%20I%27m%20The%20Greatest%20Earthbender%20In%20The%20World.mp3&gt;this.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;done listening to the clip? that was a joke. this is fanfiction people. ren is not toph. if he was...then i'd have a crush on ren. ew. and ren cannot earthbend. poor ren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-7383503423642081216?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/7383503423642081216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=7383503423642081216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/7383503423642081216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/7383503423642081216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/operation-find-ren.html' title='Operation: Find Ren.'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-4970757970471938392</id><published>2007-06-10T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:00:51.474+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saga Continues.'/><title type='text'>Operation: Banana Split</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;2:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stuck again," Yanna complained. "We solved everything, only we didn't solve the starting point."&lt;br /&gt;Jem got an idea. "Mish, gimme some places here in singa where jet could be starting in."&lt;br /&gt;'What is Jet doing here anyway?" Yanna asked herself.&lt;br /&gt;"I got 3 places. One, his sister's house. I heard Jet moved there a while back," Mishka typed on his computer. "Another would be... ahh. The math competition. Convention I mean. Did I tell you he was addicted to sudoku samurai?"&lt;br /&gt;"Logical." Jem said. "Let's split. You and Yanna take his sister's house. I'll take the convention."&lt;br /&gt;"Communicate with eachother through these sunglasses," Mishka gave Jem and Yanna. "Extend the earphone from the sides of the glasses. My computer can track the visuals. Basically, I see what you see. I'll be in the hotel, aiding you guys. And, the visuals can reach Josh in the Phil, so he can help too."&lt;br /&gt;"Good. All right, let's split." Yanna said.&lt;br /&gt;Mishka saw his 2 companions walk in opposite directions. Then he saw both of them come back.&lt;br /&gt;"Where is his sister's house?" Yanna asked.&lt;br /&gt;Jem asked, simultaneousley, "Where is the convention?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manila&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;2:10 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The computer chirped again. Mishka was online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mishka: Josh, I may need help. See if you can get 2 visuals.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yep, I see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Josh saw the two videos connecting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Mishka: The left one is Yanna, the right one is Jem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I suspect they are splitting. Let's call this Operation Banana Split. Brb, me gonna get dessert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: I need you to help me. And maybe I can help you guys too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Nicah joined the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Hello Mish. I'm using Josh's other laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Almira joined the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almira: Hi Mish! Wow, us here in Manila are communicating through computers even if we are two feet away from eachother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: What? How many computers do you have Josh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Jasper joined the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Sorry, guys. It's getting too complicated for the readers now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Oh man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Jasper has left the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Almira has left the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              Nicah has left the conference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Okay, so how do I talk to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: Get a pair of headphones and a mic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Josh and Mishka stayed on the conference while also talking with Nicah and Almira.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said, "I don't get it. Why does she sound so familiar and yet... not so familiar?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm completely lost," Almira confessed.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's try a different perspective. What if Sly (we all agreed to call him Sly now right?) used a voice modulator?" Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. Still wouldn't make him sound familiar to you," Almira said.&lt;br /&gt;"Unless... wait a second. Naomi... where have I heard her name before?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------Flashback------------------&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Naomi!" Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;"Nicah!" Naomi replied. "How are you?"&lt;br /&gt;----------End of Flashback-------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. What a short flashback." Joshua muttered over his computer as Nicah told about her flashback.&lt;br /&gt;"I've met Naomi before? But where?" Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;Almira asked her, "Did you seem to be good friends?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah snapped. "That's it! My classmate! It's all coming back!"&lt;br /&gt;"If she was your classmate, why is she throwing a party?" Almira asked. "Is she crazy? Mad?"&lt;br /&gt;"Unless, Sly threatened her to do as he said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were getting to something here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rio de Janeiro, Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;6:15 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Touchdown." A voice from the airport said.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper looked at his wristwatch. He hadn't set the time yet. "Wow. I traveled from Manila to Rio in 15 hours. 2:10 departure. 6:15 arrival. 4 hours in 15?"&lt;br /&gt;Complicated it may seem. But let us stick back to the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper reached the main store.&lt;br /&gt;"Good morning." He formally said.&lt;br /&gt;After the meeting, he checked the store for any casualties or anything. He finally allowed its opening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day (Jasper got a hotel in Rio) he went back to Jollibee to eat a pocket pie. He spotted someone familiar.&lt;br /&gt;"Nicole?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Classified&lt;br /&gt;Time: Classified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet struggled to get another piece of paper. He wanted to warn pfkada.&lt;br /&gt;"You!" A big man pointed at him. Jet's hands were suddenly forced to his back and was tied.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll bring you to our boss."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Also Classified&lt;br /&gt;Time: Also Classified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos was running through files. He knew he shouldn't be there. He eyed one file with a particular name on it. He read it to himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Naomi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He kept it in his jacket. He looked for another one... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lauren&lt;/span&gt;. He pocketed that too. He heard the door open. He bolted for the fire exit. "Gotta warn the gang." He jumped off the building onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now how do I give this to them."&lt;br /&gt;Internet: too risky.&lt;br /&gt;Mail: too sneaky&lt;br /&gt;Package: too expensive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard a box of files fall to the floor. Apparently, the person who entered the room saw the fire exit open but stumbled on the box of files. The files flew down from the building and fell to the floor. Carlos stopped. One of them had a red mark. He ran towards that file, while keeping hidden from the man. It read &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Apoptoxin&lt;/span&gt; and under Apoptoxin was &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Carlos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-4970757970471938392?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/4970757970471938392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=4970757970471938392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/4970757970471938392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/4970757970471938392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/operation-banana-split.html' title='Operation: Banana Split'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-1003512648037788284</id><published>2007-06-10T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:01:39.318+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saga Continues.'/><title type='text'>manila</title><content type='html'>*seperate posts para intriguing*&lt;br /&gt;*and manila first cuz its araw ng kalayaan*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manila&lt;br /&gt;Almira's house&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;2040 hours&lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Weird."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After about two hours of thinking and three (and one on the way) bowls of popcorn, Nicah, Jasper, Almira and Joshua were stumped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almira came back with their FOURTH bowl and said, "Hey, isn't carlos' house a wreck? why would anyone want to have a party in a wreck? wouldn't someone get hurt or something?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah!" Joshua answered. "Who'd be dumb enough to have a gathering in some place where someone could possibly fall to their deaths?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmmmm..." Said Nicah, "What about Naomi? She sounded like the girl kidnapped by 'Sly', and how could she possibly throw a party after being kidnapped?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the enth time she asked this, and the things on Josh's notepad regarding this were...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Naomi does not know Nicah.&lt;br /&gt;2. Nicah does not know anyone named Naomi.&lt;br /&gt;3. Naomi sounded like someone familiar.&lt;br /&gt;     -Voice changer&lt;br /&gt;     -&lt;s&gt;Plot twist&lt;/s&gt; oops.&lt;br /&gt;     -We got the wrong house. did anyone notice if the house looked bombed?&lt;br /&gt;4. Naomi is &lt;s&gt;Nicole&lt;/s&gt; familiar.&lt;br /&gt;5. Who on earth is Sly?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As joshua was reviewing his notes, Nicah and Almira studying a map of carlos' vicinity and jasper pigging out on the popcorn, Jasper's Cellphone started bleeping. Jas picked it up and started talking (with a mouth full of popcorn) in a rapid mix of english, chinese and filipino. He suddenly looked surprised and spat out his popcorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cool!" was the last english word he said before hanging up. "Guys..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah?" Asked the three.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to Rio."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rio?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, Rio de Janiero in Brazil as well as Sao Paulo and Brasilia. Jollibee is launching its first South American branches. I gotta go now, since we're leaving so soon that i only have few time to pack." With that he gave everyone a hug and bolted out the door after a beep-beep of a car horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Take care Jazz!" Shouted Nicah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almira was about to clean the mess jasper made with the popcorn when suddenly Joshua jumped up and said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys! I think I got something!" With that he pulled out his laptop and accessed YM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-1003512648037788284?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/1003512648037788284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=1003512648037788284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/1003512648037788284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/1003512648037788284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/manila.html' title='manila'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-6405294042567513653</id><published>2007-06-09T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:55:33.538+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saga Continues.'/><title type='text'>carlos's history</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manila&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;12:30 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jasper rang the doorbell. A girl opened the door, smiled at the gang and told them,&lt;br /&gt;"Hello! Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;Well, a better way of starting the conversation would be something on the lines of "May I help you?" but obviously, this is not what we see here.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... I'm Pie," Josh said with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Carri (short for Carribean)," Almira said.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Music," Jazz said in a jazzy way.&lt;br /&gt;"And I'm Lyrics," Nicah introduced herself.&lt;br /&gt;They did not know why they used aliases or why the author of this story made them use different names but it all turned to good.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh." The girl said, looking desatisfied. "I'm Naomi. We were having a party... Why did you go here?"&lt;br /&gt;"We were looking for a friend of ours..." Almira said.&lt;br /&gt;"Really? I've never seen you before in my life. Now if you would please go away now, leave and never come back, I would be most delighted." Naomi slammed the door on them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they reached the car, Nicah told the rest, "I recognized her voice, she was the one who wanted my help. She was the one who called me!"&lt;br /&gt;"That doesn't make sense. If she is being held hostage by that sly person, why did we just see her..." Joshua said, "... slam the door on us?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;1:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cmon. The bus is gonna leave any minute!" Jem shouted to Yanna and Mishka.&lt;br /&gt;They all hopped on the bus. They had discovered through GPS the place Jet indicated.&lt;br /&gt;"Jet must have written that email long ago, and may have been transferred to another place by now," Mishka said.&lt;br /&gt;"Then we'll have to look for the tiniest clues to his next whereabouts," Yanna told them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus dropped them at a location 4 meters away from Jet's previous whereabouts.&lt;br /&gt;"Guys!" Mishka pointed at his laptop. "There's wireless internet here! That's how Jet sent the message." They looked around them. This was a park. A playground.&lt;br /&gt;"I had a revelation," Jem said. "I don't think this is the right place."&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Yanna asked.&lt;br /&gt;"He may have used the internet here to send the email to us... and this is 510 meters southeast from the place we started in," Mishka elaborated.&lt;br /&gt;"Unfortunately, we didn't decode where we should start..." Jem sadly said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location: Classified&lt;br /&gt;On the Run&lt;br /&gt;Time: Classified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos was running. Faster than he ever ran before. He didn't look back. He knew what was behind him. He knew WHO was behind him. Still, he continued to run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------Flashback----------&lt;br /&gt;"Son, I want you to be a doctor when you grow up." A fatherly figure told his son.&lt;br /&gt;"I always wanted to be, all my life," replied a grinning 9 year old Carlos P.&lt;br /&gt;"Be careful, you do not want to mess with the wrong sort," his dad told him back.&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you always think I am going to mess up??" Carlos shouted back.&lt;br /&gt;"No I don't, son. It's just that you're too good for your age and I just..."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah yeah, I know. You want me to be careful. Well, I'm sick of being careful."&lt;br /&gt;Carlos packed his stuff up. He ran for the door. His father couldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos was already a a block away when he heard an explosion. "No..." Carlos gasped.&lt;br /&gt;He ran back to his house. His only home. "Dad?!" he shouted. "DAD!!" No reply.&lt;br /&gt;His house had been nuked. Totally demolished. A bomb. Nobody else was there. He cried.&lt;br /&gt;"DAD!!!" No reply. He found his dad on the former living room. "Dad?"&lt;br /&gt;But too late. Carlos wept. He went outside, and saw a piece of parchment on the road. He picked it up and realized...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos only said one word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nautilus&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------End of Flashback---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/RmrE1_51CsI/AAAAAAAAABM/mMsUBVp3LNA/s1600-h/nautilus.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/RmrE1_51CsI/AAAAAAAAABM/mMsUBVp3LNA/s320/nautilus.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5074084362152381122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-6405294042567513653?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/6405294042567513653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=6405294042567513653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6405294042567513653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6405294042567513653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/carloss-history.html' title='carlos&apos;s history'/><author><name>josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/RmrE1_51CsI/AAAAAAAAABM/mMsUBVp3LNA/s72-c/nautilus.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-7709021501101179186</id><published>2007-06-09T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:04:03.886+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoilers'/><title type='text'>preview *grins*</title><content type='html'>I'm not that well done with the plot, but i'll give you the timestamps and plot elements. that oughta, um, excite you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;timestamps:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Manila&lt;br /&gt;2040 hours&lt;br /&gt;Pilipinas&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rio de Janeiro&lt;br /&gt;0929 hours&lt;br /&gt;Brasil&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Reykjavik&lt;br /&gt;1235 hours&lt;br /&gt;Island&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;0545 hours&lt;br /&gt;Canada&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;2030 hours&lt;br /&gt;Singapura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tokyo(or was it Kyoto *shifty eyes*)&lt;br /&gt;???? hours&lt;br /&gt;Nippon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elements:&lt;br /&gt;-Lauren at the Iceland Iceskating Invitational(i think thats the right word.)&lt;br /&gt;-Sudoku Samurai Magazine with crucial info&lt;br /&gt;-Jollibee Brazl&lt;br /&gt;-The wrong house. 2&lt;b&gt;2&lt;/b&gt; George&lt;b&gt;TON&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;avenue&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-No pocket pie in Jolibee Brazil (poor josh)&lt;br /&gt;-Fibonacci Numbers(joke)&lt;br /&gt;-Nautilus Casual Teens Wear. The kids in singapore lovin' it. (no jas, not McDo, NCTW)&lt;br /&gt;-Mishka missing KCA. wait. that happened na.&lt;br /&gt;-Jet is NOT found.&lt;br /&gt;-Ren is missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cameos(gasp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Raimundo Pedrosa in Rio&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Toph Bei Fong(i got carried away *sheepish grin*)&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Badong and Hannah (dont worry, they won't be &lt;s&gt;punk'd&lt;/s&gt; pfkada'd until after a few episodes or maybe next season, but they play a part here.)in Vancouver&lt;br /&gt;-Björk(well DUH.)in Reykjavik&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;Chow Yun Fat&lt;/s&gt;   &lt;s&gt;Sao Feng (gasp!)&lt;/s&gt; Some mysterious bald thug in Singapore.&lt;br /&gt;-Puffy AmiYumi(well DUH.)in Tokyo&lt;br /&gt;-Carlos in the wrong places at the same time (huh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-7709021501101179186?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/7709021501101179186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=7709021501101179186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/7709021501101179186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/7709021501101179186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/preview-grins.html' title='preview *grins*'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-6959210862584013483</id><published>2007-06-07T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:55:33.810+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saga Continues.'/><title type='text'>What is PINK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/RmfyCP51CqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/anB-efPGAm4/s1600-h/Jet%27s+clue.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/RmfyCP51CqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/anB-efPGAm4/s320/Jet%27s+clue.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073289625698896546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;9:35 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"So what does pink mean?" Mishka asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Is there a specific color pink?" Jem asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. He just said pink. And weirder, pink meters ahead."&lt;br /&gt;"Let us take this thing one by one," Yanna said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"Plane... airplane... flying... jetplane..." Jem enumerated. "... jetplane... jet... Jet!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mishka wrote that down. "Okay. Jet! Jet... what?" He stopped writing and looked at the paper. "Arrives? Well it's obvious that that is where he was put in or where he went."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/Rmfxp_51CpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N7CPVHcdXG8/s1600-h/Jet%27s+clue+decoded.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/Rmfxp_51CpI/AAAAAAAAAA0/N7CPVHcdXG8/s320/Jet%27s+clue+decoded.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073289209087068818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;"4:00. We know this letter is from Jet. Now he would give us clues to where he was going to..." Jem remarked.&lt;br /&gt;"That's it! 4:00 is the direction!" Yanna said.&lt;br /&gt;"How can it be?"&lt;br /&gt;"If you will point 12:00 to the north... then 4:00 would be somewhere southeast!"&lt;br /&gt;"Now we think of pink..." Mishka said.  The paper which held their clue now looked like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked back and forth "4:00" trying to figure out something. Also, they watched for suspicious houses along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;10:24 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;After a long night's sleep at the room Jasper purchased for them, they continued searching for the meaning of Pink.&lt;br /&gt;"Mishka, think of everything Jet was fond of. It might give a clue," Jem suggested.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright. Well... for one, he liked learning different languages," Mishka said.&lt;br /&gt;"Well that won't help unless "pink" is German or something," Yanna gloomily added.&lt;br /&gt;"Unless... pink IS German!" Mishka said.&lt;br /&gt;They laughed.&lt;br /&gt;"And," Mishka added. "He liked doing stuff with his computer. Building websites and such."&lt;br /&gt;"Nice, we could let him do the Pfkada official website," Yanna said.&lt;br /&gt;"He taught me a lot too... He also does this math thingy. I'm not sure if it really is math. Converting hexadecimal numbers to decimal numbers to binary numbers to somethingy numbers. A hobby I think. Or maybe helping him in creating his websites..."&lt;br /&gt;Jem suddenly remarked, "Websites! That's it! He converts hexadecimal numbers to decimal numbers, loves making websites and liked different languages! Thanks Mish!" Jem said. She told Mishka to open his computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Manila&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;11:30 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mishka, come on. Come on." Joshua muttered to himself. Suddenly, the name "Mishka" came up on yahoo messenger. Josh started the conversation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Joshua: Hi Mish. How are you guys and Jet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: We're doing well. We figured out the note Jet sent us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Oh. Us here have found somebody in help. You know, just like Carlos. Speaking of Carlos, somebody should go after him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: Oh. By the way, Jem is asking what the hexadecimal code for pink is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Here: FF00FF&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: Can you convert it to decimal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Slowly, I'm becoming a BOB (Beast of Burden). What is this supposed to be for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: The number of meters southeast to Jet's location.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Then I suggest you take a plane, coz it's a really high number of meters. Might I suggest something?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: FF = 255&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: 00 = 0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: FF = 255&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Add them all together, you get 510.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: Thanks Josh.Regards to everyone else. Hi from Jem and Yanna to everyone there. And Ren too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mishka signed out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"They're doing all right." Joshua told the others as the car slowed down to a halt.&lt;br /&gt;When Jasper, Almira, Nicah and Joshua got down, it wasn't what they expected it to be. Carlos's place was a bombed forgotten old place. This time they dropped in at what seemed to be a party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-6959210862584013483?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/6959210862584013483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=6959210862584013483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6959210862584013483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6959210862584013483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/06/what-is-pink.html' title='What is PINK?'/><author><name>josh</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_q-N7-H4Tzfg/RmfyCP51CqI/AAAAAAAAAA8/anB-efPGAm4/s72-c/Jet%27s+clue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-3649389490028071107</id><published>2007-05-31T18:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:04:47.487+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomities.'/><title type='text'>the corkboard!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/board/board.swf?instanceid=1848391" quality="high"  scale="noscale"  salign="lt" FlashVars="instanceid=1848391" width="426" height="320" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=CB&amp;d=CF73&amp;c=1&amp;id="&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com?type=corkboard&amp;refid=1848391"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" style="padding-right:0px;" href="http://www.rockyou.com/board/corkboard-create.php?refid=1848391"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" style="padding-right:0px;" href="http://www.rockyou.com/board/corkboard-create.php?instanceid=1848391"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_note.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-3649389490028071107?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/3649389490028071107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=3649389490028071107' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/3649389490028071107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/3649389490028071107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/corkboard.html' title='the corkboard!'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-216540464846005816</id><published>2007-05-29T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:55:34.113+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='randomities.'/><title type='text'>Pfkada Dodgeball Team and others</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Again, this has nothing to do with the storyline (especially carlos) It's just a teeny tiny thing i wanted to show you...I was just playing a game and just for kicks, decided to customize the dodgeball team to make pfkada. Here are some screenshots :D.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlvZHYuum-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/buKrSiiVA-I/s1600-h/Picture+1.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlvZHYuum-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/buKrSiiVA-I/s400/Picture+1.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069884526456380386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlvZHouum_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1tv6rSetNug/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlvZHouum_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/1tv6rSetNug/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069884530751347698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this last photo is...uh...you know...see he really looks like jasper! well sorta...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r143/milky_cow_of_love/306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://i143.photobucket.com/albums/r143/milky_cow_of_love/306.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-216540464846005816?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/216540464846005816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=216540464846005816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/216540464846005816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/216540464846005816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/pfkada-dodgeball-team.html' title='Pfkada Dodgeball Team and others'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlvZHYuum-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/buKrSiiVA-I/s72-c/Picture+1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-3287209171835435759</id><published>2007-05-27T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:06:07.483+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fanfics'/><title type='text'>Pure Fanfiction &lt;3</title><content type='html'>------------------&lt;br /&gt;CAUTION: THIS IS PURE FANFICTION AND HAS ABSOLUTELY NOTHING TO DO WITH THE PRESENT STORYLINE. seriously. IF YOU ARE FOLLOWING THE STORY THAT INVOLVES A SHRUNKEN JOSHUA AND MYSTERIOUS CARLOS, DON'T MIND THIS STORY. IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH IT.&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just another one of those cute but horrendously corny fanfics to &lt;s&gt; confuse and mislead&lt;/s&gt; amuse our readers...by the way its a 2007 remake of one of Joshua's posts. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Actually, it's mostly the original post, just beaten up and &lt;s&gt;massacred&lt;/s&gt; given a makeover (innocent smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown, in one of those rooms where a children's choir was currently practising in,  9 (or more) kids(but they were mostly teens, and the rest of them were like, undergoing puberty and stuff) sat on the corner(what corner!?!?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure they looked normal, one even looked like a monkey, and three were acting like cows! But they were more than that. For instnce...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah, formerly the team leader,the first girl in the group, makes great decisions for the group. She is a smart thinker. She has a special super power of magically summoning a magical walrus that will protect her *poke poke* (by the way, if that was preety offensive ask me to remove it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna is the keen observer. She has 40-40 vision! (if she wears her glasses!!) She, although is not the only one, is the one who can talk her way out of anything, even out of proving the fact that she can. Yanna also, if agitated can shoot lasers out of her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazper, the tall guy who looks almost exactly like prince Zuko in book 2, without the scar, always stays at front, protecting the group from harm's way with his super powered chinese black belt karate chops (or is karate japanese?). He's also the guy with private jets, giant chessboards, a spaceship, a motorized rickshaw, free trips around the world and free jollibee(yum!). Even though its Joshua who drives, Jasper drives better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua is the last member as of years ago and the most supportive. Usually he is on the computer, researching for the group's top secret missions and prepares all the stuff like food, water and Bibles. If you'd see him right now, he will have such big eyebags and super high grades in his eyes. He drives, he builds, he cooks and sweats!!! for the group! Don't be fooled by his multi-tasked activities, he is just a very very very corny person who has 1% sight, 1% hearing, 1% taste, 1% touch, 1% touch and 345.678% nonsense. Someday, he wishes to make the perfect "creme brulee"! Joshua has the superpower to shrink and become younger at will, and it's all Carlos' fault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem is the ultimate bloomfields fangirl. She has the magical power to scream anyone deaf and can summon an army of cows. She also likes taunting losers, according to a few blog posts. Jem is always the first one to make a run for it, especially if she's chasing a cow or the bloomfields.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almira is the Über movie critic and is always the first to spoil the next hit film's plots. Almira, like josh is good at science. Her super power is confusing people with questions. Occasionally, she will permit hugs, but if you hug her at the wrong time she will release ninja cheerleaders of flaming fury out of nowhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka is the weird guy who also likes cows and the resident sushi chef. He's the happy bunny of the bunch, and will make sure you are sunny, upbeat and cheerful wether you like it or not. Mishka has the power to imitate any animal sound including Joshua. Mishka is the only pfkada member who is able to listen to Björk and actually like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jet is the ultimate math mastermind of DOOOOM! his mind works faster then any nintendo ds's and abacuses bill gates could ever put together. His dream is one day get as filthy rich as Jasper, and be a doctor who could outsmart any carlos. Jet is skilled at catfighting, like mishka and yanna, but catfighing's for girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren is the group's linguist. Lauren can translate anything from the rosetta tablet to davinci's codexes to what you just ate. Lauren, like yanna, iceskates, and the two are extremely agile with those ice blades. If you notice, Lauren dissapears between episodes of the pfkada saga. When this is happening, she's either ice skating or way ahead of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicole (oops! spoiler! let's just pretend i never said nicole is the next kid to be &lt;s&gt;punk'd&lt;/s&gt; pfkada'd.) Well fine. Let's just wait. Nicole's personality and superpowers will be revealed in the near future &lt;s&gt; along with ren and the fate of carlos&lt;/s&gt; along with other interesting twists, because it's like, 10:47 and i'm really sleepy *yawn*. Night Night guys!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-3287209171835435759?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/3287209171835435759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=3287209171835435759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/3287209171835435759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/3287209171835435759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/pure-fanfiction-3.html' title='Pure Fanfiction &lt;3'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-9117523778454469217</id><published>2007-05-25T10:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:55:34.311+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='carlos'/><title type='text'>Gasp. The Carlos Has Spoken...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlZG_Yuum9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0prboNZ97RM/s1600-h/Picture+2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlZG_Yuum9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0prboNZ97RM/s400/Picture+2.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5068316485436218322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Click to enlarge. Sometimes the plot unravels with a single email&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-9117523778454469217?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/9117523778454469217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=9117523778454469217' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/9117523778454469217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/9117523778454469217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/gasp-carlos-has-spoken.html' title='Gasp. The Carlos Has Spoken...'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/RlZG_Yuum9I/AAAAAAAAAAs/0prboNZ97RM/s72-c/Picture+2.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-3614472521645958246</id><published>2007-05-24T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:06:32.425+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Saga Continues.'/><title type='text'>pink (btw, forget that other story)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Metro Manila&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;1:34 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah was alarmed with another phone call. She was in the middle of reading a book.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" She answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Nicah! Help me!" a frantic voice at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? You are..."&lt;br /&gt;No reply.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey." Another voice.&lt;br /&gt;"You're not her."&lt;br /&gt;"I got your friend. Correction, friend&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I am sly."&lt;br /&gt;Phone hangs.&lt;br /&gt;"No. Not again."&lt;br /&gt;She picked up the phone and dialed Jasper's number. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hmm... deja vu? First time it was Carlos. Now it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Hey Jasper. I got a phone call from my friend. She was kidnapped!"&lt;br /&gt;"Like Carlos?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. But this time it's a girl. And I do not recognize her. I'm not even sure if I even met her."&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. Josh here will track the call."&lt;br /&gt;"Thanks. And I got to hear the voice of their captor. He sounds pretty young but he's sly."&lt;br /&gt;"Sly?"&lt;br /&gt;"You know Jasper..."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not even allowed to be on the phone talking with a guy."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh. Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;"Bye. And be sure to figure them out. Meeting tomorrow"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;11:23 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, Nicah, Joshua and Almira gathered in Jasper's house the next day.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "Here are the results of the tracking. The number Nicah gave us showed that it leads to this place over here." Joshua showed the computer to the others and pointed to the map and a certain block.&lt;br /&gt;In the far side of the room, Almira asked Nicah, "Where are the others? Didn't they come back from Singapore?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. They're looking for Jet and all possible things that may have happened to him." Nicah answered.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper decided, "Okay. Let's go to that place indicated in Josh's tracking device. Probably that sly person and his hostages have transferred to another place but it's well worth investigating. Nicah, try to remember people in your past. Almira, bring a camera. Josh, try to keep in touch with the others at Singapore. As for me, I will drive the car. You know what happened last time."&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed. Almira stared at them.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua answered her look, "Complicated story. I drove a car and we merely exploded into a billion pieces."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Singapore&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday 9:30 AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mishka, Yanna, Jem and Ren started looking for clues for the past whereabouts of Jet.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. I never thought Singapore-ans speak Tagalog." Jem remarked.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna asked, "Where's Ren?"&lt;br /&gt;"Dunno. Didn't wanna stay out of that corner. No matter how much I hugged him." Mishka answered.&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you say Jet was?" Jem asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Well... let's review."&lt;br /&gt;Mishka took out a notebook. Yanna handed a pen.&lt;br /&gt;"Point one." Mishka said, while writing it down. "We know he's in Singapore."&lt;br /&gt;"Point two," Jem continued. "We got an email from Josh saying he found an email from Jet. Encrypted of course."&lt;br /&gt;"Point three," Yanna continued. "We have to solve the encryption or we may not get anywhere."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly why did I need to take out my notebook?" Mishka asked himself. Instead, he pulled out Jet's code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Plane arrives at 4:00. Pink miles ahead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Pink?" They asked themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To be continued...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-3614472521645958246?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/3614472521645958246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=3614472521645958246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/3614472521645958246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/3614472521645958246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/pink-btw-forget-that-other-story.html' title='pink (btw, forget that other story)'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-2206697849875608514</id><published>2007-05-17T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:18:32.798+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='messages'/><title type='text'>to josh</title><content type='html'>this is deja vu josh...i remember this story...and i dont think (no offence) that its an encouraging twist to our plot. first of all, nagugulo na ang bansa sa halalan, so i dont think this story is..you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and besides, arent we still in sg? theres a lead to jet there...and nicole hasnt joined us yet! if youre really natatamad to do the next, leave it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope nothing crushes us isnot copyrighted from bridge to terabithia...love that saying&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-2206697849875608514?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/2206697849875608514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=2206697849875608514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/2206697849875608514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/2206697849875608514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/to-josh.html' title='to josh'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-8588380367219167135</id><published>2007-05-08T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T20:51:29.154+08:00</updated><title type='text'>season ender</title><content type='html'>By the way, yanna, I think Eragon the movie sucked. If you want real action, read the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, why is it poisoned?" Mishka asked.&lt;br /&gt;"If Carlos was missing, and we were looking for him, and if Carlos appeared with some medicine without saying a word, don't you think it's weird?" Nicah reasoned.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry. I don't think it's poison." Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" Jem asked.&lt;br /&gt;"If it was, why would they heal?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh..."&lt;br /&gt;"You know, I don't get what you guys are saying." Ren said.&lt;br /&gt;"What are you still doing here?" Jasper asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh. Sige. Emo na lang ako," says Ren, going to a corner.&lt;br /&gt;"What's with him?" Yanna asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry, he's always emo." Nicah answered her.&lt;br /&gt;"Let's go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrator: So the gigantic pfkada group all went home, well except for Ren who is still in the corner. As this season ends, let's show a preview of the next one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preview:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos: How'd you find me?&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Easy.&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Run! Volcano!&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: Do you need a hug?&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Not at the moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: OMG. We're singing!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jem: Cool! Are the Bloomfields here?&lt;br /&gt;Almira: I think Yanna said sinking!!!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nicole: Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;Lauren: No time! Duck!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Row!!!&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: ARRGH!&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Cmon.We have to stick together!&lt;br /&gt;Mishka: Can't hold on.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Ahh... It's slipping.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Nicah, if I die here... I just wanted to tell you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ready for the next season!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-8588380367219167135?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/8588380367219167135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=8588380367219167135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/8588380367219167135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/8588380367219167135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/season-ender.html' title='season ender'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-1181701096850561936</id><published>2007-05-01T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T14:33:45.374+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's see..</title><content type='html'>Well, I'd like to share with y'all what I've learned from my vacation to the States.&lt;br /&gt;Argh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;1. I'm claustrophobic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. People there are so...foreign. *well, duh*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. I like to shop, after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. It's easier to shop when you know everything isn't expensive.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Sleeping on the floor for one whole week is NOT an easy job.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;6. I liiiiiike my Chucks. Waaaheehee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;7. Ano pa ba?! Heck heck.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;8. I don't like thirteen hour flights.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;9. Stewardesses wear A LOT of make-up.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10. My back aches when I shiver too much.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;11. Cinderella &lt;strong&gt;does not&lt;/strong&gt; wear glass slippers. Gasp!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;12. Well, I guess pie IS good after all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;13. Burger King is okay. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;14. Cold floors in the morning don't feel right.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;15. Little boys talk weirdly at times.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;16. Inflatable beds must never have holes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;17. I've watched Dreamgirls thrice on the plane, and it traumatizes me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;18. I like the movie Eragon. Sorta.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;19. I've finally watched Music and Lyrics (yes, on the plane)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;20. There was this old 50's movie playing on the plane, and they all talk like...basta. haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;21. Never wear socks with slippers.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;22. Watching the Garfield movie too many times can get to your head.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;23. Life is like a pack of gum. *I've yet to figure out why*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;24. Getting your period on a plane &lt;strong&gt;is horrendous.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;=and lastly...=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;I. hate. airplane. food.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;-----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;well, there you go. haha. comprehend my babblings for a moment...&lt;br /&gt;bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=Yanna Banana=&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-1181701096850561936?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/1181701096850561936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=1181701096850561936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/1181701096850561936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/1181701096850561936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/05/lets-see.html' title='Let&apos;s see..'/><author><name>Yanna L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760229939330717618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-A4qPss6s/TWj-ZfNL3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZQZYXr3BtO0/s220/daughter%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-6723811867745957948</id><published>2007-04-23T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T17:07:18.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing crushes us</title><content type='html'>Jasper called the team together. "Okay, who's gonna fly the jet?"&lt;br /&gt;Jem complained, "You're that rich and you have no private pilots??"&lt;br /&gt;"Told ya I wasn't rich."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm glad Josh is not gonna drive."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said, "Yeah, the last time he tried to drive us, we almost exploded into a gazillion pieces."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "And the other time, we got shipwrecked on an island."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait," Mishka said. "How come I didn't know anything about that?"&lt;br /&gt;"You weren't caught by the stuff toy's hidden camera at that time."&lt;br /&gt;"If you were shipwrecked, how'd you get out?"&lt;br /&gt;Jem replied, "Sea turtles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jasper!" Ren said with arms wide open.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;let us skip that part, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Josh?" - Jem&lt;br /&gt;"What Josh?" - Ren&lt;br /&gt;"The Josh." - Nicah&lt;br /&gt;"Who's Josh?" - Yanna&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh. Who cares about him anyway?" - Jasper&lt;br /&gt;"I care!" - Josh&lt;br /&gt;"Josh needs a hug." - Mishka&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. I don't... whaaa!" - Josh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why'd you take him?" Jasper asked Ren.&lt;br /&gt;Ren said, "Wasn't it fun?"&lt;br /&gt;"Wait. So all that part. About Jet. It was all planned out?" Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;"Yep."&lt;br /&gt;"So all the blood we lost was in vain?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm afraid so."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "Umm... wait a sec. It doesn't make sense. Last time, Carlos was somewhere out there. And just before we left, he appeared and gave some medicine to..."&lt;br /&gt;"Quick! Find an antidote." Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't feel anything..." Jem said.&lt;br /&gt;Mishka suggested, "Maybe the medicine triggers after a day or something."&lt;br /&gt;"If it is poison, why?" Jasper asked.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said, "The question we must answer is how Carlos was in two places at the same time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys. I had to cut down the suspense since many ideas might confuse the readers. Wait for the new big mystery tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-6723811867745957948?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/6723811867745957948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=6723811867745957948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6723811867745957948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/6723811867745957948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/04/nothing-crushes-us.html' title='nothing crushes us'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-7138152592311245033</id><published>2007-04-19T15:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T02:55:34.539+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Together We Are Strong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/Richu2wOhOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/53XK1Mu4f0I/s1600-h/moto_0020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/Richu2wOhOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/53XK1Mu4f0I/s320/moto_0020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5055046195602162914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c'mon guys, let's bring carlos back to life. I know we can do it. BTW. you might want to turn your head sideways to see the pic ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-7138152592311245033?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/7138152592311245033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=7138152592311245033' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/7138152592311245033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/7138152592311245033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/04/together-we-are-strong.html' title='Together We Are Strong'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/Richu2wOhOI/AAAAAAAAAAk/53XK1Mu4f0I/s72-c/moto_0020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-117456750383644393</id><published>2007-03-22T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T21:45:03.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh my gawsh...</title><content type='html'>i know this is stupid, but i actually forgot about this site for a time...:(&lt;br /&gt;The stories are going great guys...keep it up!! im sorry i can't contribute. im not much of a story writer...and i have no ideas whatsoever. :)&lt;br /&gt;nwayz..do check out my multiply once in a while. love y'all!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-yannabanana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://yannasoynuttie.multiply.com"&gt;http://yannasoynuttie.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; check this out...or die (in my imagination, at least.).&lt;br /&gt;p.s. we sooo need to catch up on each other. we're losing it!!! lol...cge... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-117456750383644393?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/117456750383644393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=117456750383644393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/117456750383644393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/117456750383644393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2007/03/oh-my-gawsh.html' title='oh my gawsh...'/><author><name>Yanna L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760229939330717618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-A4qPss6s/TWj-ZfNL3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZQZYXr3BtO0/s220/daughter%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-116698445540001875</id><published>2006-12-25T02:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-25T02:20:55.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas PFkada.</title><content type='html'>This is such a very special month for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I remember correctly... This is when we actually formed the group... When Jaz and Josh approached me... And we became close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you guys have a blessed Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lots,&lt;br /&gt;Nicah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116698445540001875?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116698445540001875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116698445540001875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116698445540001875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116698445540001875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-christmas-pfkada.html' title='Merry Christmas PFkada.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-116618114524145843</id><published>2006-12-15T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T19:12:25.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the way to a jetplane</title><content type='html'>Thanks mish for the code.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gathered around.&lt;br /&gt;    "He is accomplice. He is taking me to where Carlos was last. Ren is with me. Driver is Ren in disguise. Meet us at SG."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper shouted, "WHAT?! REN WAS THE DRIVER?!"&lt;br /&gt;"According to josh, yes," Almira said.&lt;br /&gt;"THE DRIVER WAS TOO TALL TO BE REN?!"&lt;br /&gt;*bonk* Time stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua appeared again.&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. These time stops are happening more frequently! Anyways, why did ren use that oh so scary voice and talked about lousy detectives? All will be revealed.&lt;br /&gt;For now, I'm hungry. I want pie!"&lt;br /&gt;A piece of pie hit his face.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... good enough!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time resumes.&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna asked, "What's sg?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah asked, "Why did Ren use that oh so scary voice scaring little Joshua."&lt;br /&gt;Time stops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua appears, mad. "HEY!"&lt;br /&gt;Time resumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren asked, "Why did Josh have to use code. Why didn't he call you guys. And why did he use these foreign languages?"&lt;br /&gt;Jazper said, "Where's youth live?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah concluded, "I think this is more urgent than us asking questions. They'll tell us later. We have to find what sg means. It's where we have to meet Josh and Ren."&lt;br /&gt;Mishka smiled. "I got it. Here's a hint. If ph is philippines, what's sg?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna smiled. "SEGREGATION!"&lt;br /&gt;Almira said, "Wha?!&lt;br /&gt;Lauren suggested, "Switzerland?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna replied, "I was just joking guys. It's in singapore!"&lt;br /&gt;Jem, on her hospital bed said, "No! You're leaving me here!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING DONG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos came in and gave poptoposin to jaz and jem. "Hope that helps. Where are you guys going?"&lt;br /&gt;Mishka replied, "Singapore, in Jasper's private jet!"&lt;br /&gt;Jaz said, "Wha? I DON'T OWN A PRIVATE JET!"&lt;br /&gt;*bonk*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper's mansion later.&lt;br /&gt;Mishka said, "Yanna's coming. Jem too. Almira had to stay with her family. She gave us a gift though. Here..."&lt;br /&gt;He handed out a black flat key. "I bet we'll need it a lot later."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper sighed, "I never thought we'd use my private jet."&lt;br /&gt;All of them arrived and climbed in. A song played on the speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm leaving on a jet plane!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughter!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116618114524145843?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116618114524145843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116618114524145843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116618114524145843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116618114524145843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/12/on-way-to-jetplane.html' title='On the way to a jetplane'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-116605919168793842</id><published>2006-12-14T08:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-14T09:19:52.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The List!!!</title><content type='html'>Almira unfolded the list in her hands. &lt;br /&gt;"Huh?!?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Français ---&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.(hélium)&lt;br /&gt;2(iode,soufre)&lt;br /&gt;3.(actinium,kobalt*)dertien*(fosfor*,lithium,cérium)&lt;br /&gt;5.(hélium)&lt;br /&gt;6.(iode, soufre)&lt;br /&gt;7.(tantale,kalium*,jodium*,azote,)sept&lt;br /&gt;8.treize,cinq&lt;br /&gt;9.vingt,vijftien*&lt;br /&gt;10.(Wolfraam*,hélium, renio**)&lt;br /&gt;11.(Cálcio**)dezoito**, douze (Ósmio)&lt;br /&gt;12.(tungstene, Arseen*)&lt;br /&gt;13.(Lantånio**)dix-neuf, twintig*&lt;br /&gt;14.(sélénium)cinco***(Stikstof*)&lt;br /&gt;16.(Rhénium,Nitrogeno***)&lt;br /&gt;17.(yodo***,Enxofre**)&lt;br /&gt;18.(wolframio***Jood*)vinte**(Wasserstoff****)&lt;br /&gt;19.treize, fünf****&lt;br /&gt;20. quatro**, dix-huit (Iod***, Vanádio**)vijf*,diciotto*****&lt;br /&gt;21. (Iodio*****,Schwefel****)&lt;br /&gt;22. (renio*****, azoto*****)&lt;br /&gt;23. (Jood*, Sikstof*)&lt;br /&gt;24.  quatre(Iodio*****, Seaborgio**, Uraan, Iode, Soufre)cinco***&lt;br /&gt;26. treize, cinq, fünf, vingt&lt;br /&gt;27. (Uran****, Svavel******)&lt;br /&gt;28.(Astat******)&lt;br /&gt;29. (Seaborguim******)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Nederlands&lt;br /&gt;**Portuges&lt;br /&gt;***Español&lt;br /&gt;****Deutsch&lt;br /&gt;*****Italiano&lt;br /&gt;******Svensk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh dear..."&lt;br /&gt;She showed the list to Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;"I can't make head or tail of it. All I can tell is that these require translating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ugh... Head...feels...woozy..."&lt;br /&gt;Diana rubbed her head.&lt;br /&gt;"OH NO!!! He stole your laptop!"&lt;br /&gt;Mishka broke out into laughter.&lt;br /&gt;"That was a decoy laptop! I don't use diskettes, and remember the thingy we found in the diskette? That was a memory card, and not a diskette. We'll use that in a REAL laptop."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah caught up with  Almira and Jazz. After apologizing to jazz about the motorcycle, they went to Mishka and Diana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oooh. What's that?" asked Diana.&lt;br /&gt;"It's a list Joshua gave to us after he was kidnapped." said Almira.&lt;br /&gt;"Foreign language. Nice." said Nicah&lt;br /&gt;"We need this translated right away!" Said Jazz.&lt;br /&gt;"OK, lemme check my server. My house is wifi you know." said Mishka. "Drat! My translation interface is dead. Need a software update.&lt;br /&gt;"Aw man! but that'll take us an hour!" said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt;"We'll have to do this the hard way. Manually. Who knows French, Dutch, Portugese, Spanish, German, Italian and Swedish?" Said Almira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;===FLASHBACK===&lt;br /&gt;A girl not older than Joshua was pointing to her collection of Language books.&lt;br /&gt;"Here's French, German, Chinese...&lt;br /&gt;said Lauren.&lt;br /&gt;===FLASHBACK COMES TO A COMPLETE HALT===&lt;br /&gt;"LAUREN!!!" shouted Nicah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hurried on their way to Lauren's House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they got there...&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Lauren."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys. Why are you guys here?"&lt;br /&gt;"We need your help. Joshua's been kidnapped, and he left this note. It's in 7 different languages, and..."Nicah was interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;"Right away!"Lauren said and grabbed the paper.&lt;br /&gt;Pfkada shrugged at each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here, I translated it into English, but it looks like nonsense to me." said Lauren&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. (Helium)&lt;br /&gt;2. (Iodine,Sulphur)&lt;br /&gt;3. (Actinium,Cobalt)13, (Phosphorous,Lithium,Cerium)&lt;br /&gt;5. (Helium)&lt;br /&gt;6. (Iodine, Sulphur)&lt;br /&gt;7. (Tantalum, Potassium,Iodine,Nitrogen,)7&lt;br /&gt;8. 13,5&lt;br /&gt;9. 20,15&lt;br /&gt;10. (Tungsten, Helium, Rhenium)&lt;br /&gt;11. (Calcium)18,12(Osmium)&lt;br /&gt;12. (Tungsten, Arsenic)&lt;br /&gt;13. (Lanthanum,)19,20&lt;br /&gt;14. (Selenium)5(Nitrogen)&lt;br /&gt;16.(Rhenium, Nitrogen)&lt;br /&gt;17. (iodine, Sulphur)&lt;br /&gt;18.(Tungsten,Iodine)20(Hydrogen)&lt;br /&gt;19. 13, 5,&lt;br /&gt;20. 4,18, (Iodine, Vanadium)5, 18&lt;br /&gt;21. (Iodine, Sulphur)&lt;br /&gt;22 (Rhenium, Nitrogen)&lt;br /&gt;23. (Iodine, Nitrogen)&lt;br /&gt;24. 4(iodine, Seaborguim, Uranium, Iodine, sulfur)5&lt;br /&gt;26. 13, 5, 5, 20&lt;br /&gt;27. (uranium, Sulphur)&lt;br /&gt;28. (Astatine)&lt;br /&gt;29. (Seaborguim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmm...How about replacing the Elements with symbols, and the numbers with letters?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren got the paper again and retreated to her desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I GOT IT!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The group huddled over the list and gasped. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116605919168793842?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116605919168793842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116605919168793842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116605919168793842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116605919168793842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/12/list.html' title='The List!!!'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-116540362843989041</id><published>2006-12-06T18:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-06T19:17:16.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>omg I'm losing my taste!</title><content type='html'>Ack! Well... As it all goes, the first story is always better than the last. Dun worry. "I'm watching Detective Conan to improve my detective skills!" Hahaha. I remember I posted that in the story long ago...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka and Yanna rushed outside the house.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man!" Mishka cried in frustration. "He's gone!"&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a motorcycle was heard.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna looked. "Jasper?"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and Almira were riding on a motorcycle at top speed. In a few seconds they were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stopped. Joshua appeared out of nowhere. "See here, Jasper and Almira are on a motorbike. Clearly, it says 87-000 Jollibee Delivery. Also, you can still smell the taste of Chickenjoy mixed with gasoline. Proves 1 thing. Jasper REALLY IS behind the Jollibee mask!"&lt;br /&gt;"LABO! Booooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;A tomato hit Joshua in the face. "Ouch! What was that for??? Anyways, are jazper and almira really trying to save me??? Or are they more concerned with delivering the chickenjoy?"&lt;br /&gt;"Boooooo!"&lt;br /&gt;A big bookcase narrowly missed Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;"Who threw that? Gotta run!"&lt;br /&gt;Time continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua got a piece of paper. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The driver's more concerned with Jaz and Almira. I guess it's my time to write a note...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took out his handy dandy pen and paper.&lt;br /&gt;"To pfkada:&lt;br /&gt;He is taking me to B.."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you think you are doing???" the driver got the paper from Joshua. Tore it to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;"Trying to tell them where I'm bringing you?? Well kiddie widdy, I'm not letting you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jazper and Almira rode at 100 mph on the supposedly "borrowed" Jollibee Delivery motorcycle. Jasper asked, "How did you know that driver was a fake??"&lt;br /&gt;Almira replied, "No time, follow him! I bet he has something to do with Mishka's framing!"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper took a sidestreet and turned right at an alley.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are you going?"&lt;br /&gt;"Shortcut."&lt;br /&gt;Dead end. A long wooden plank was inclined. One end touching the floor. The other end on the wall. "Hold on."&lt;br /&gt;"Do you have to say so??"&lt;br /&gt;The motorcycle rode on the plank up to the top. They flew over the sky. The taxi was directly below them, beside it a large truck.&lt;br /&gt;Jazper carried Almira and they both jumped out of the bike in mid-air landing squarely on top of the truck.&lt;br /&gt;They saw Joshua on the windscreen nodding his head, saying no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Mishka and Yanna watched the motorcycle, a man dressed in black clothing, similar to the taxi driver, approached them from behind. He hit Mishka on the head with a stick. Mishka fell. Yanna saw with her peripheral vision and immediately gave a karate black-belt level kick. Unfortunately it missed. The person grabbed her leg and twisted it, causing her whole body to fall on the ground. Both unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;Mishka mumbled, "aaa idnahfmsl"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna mumbled, "shoes on sale"&lt;br /&gt;The man threw the stick to the floor and stole Mishka's laptop. He opened it and got a blank diskette. He placed it inside the drive. A few minutes later, he got the diskette and dropped the laptop on the floor. He drew a gun from inside his black jacket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nooo not now...&lt;/span&gt; Mishka and Yanna thought together as they lay down on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah heard Yanna's S.O.S. signal with her earring speakers. She quickly told Jem, "They're in trouble."&lt;br /&gt;Jem replied, "Go."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah rushed and borrowed a McDonalds motorcycle. "Sorry Jasper."&lt;br /&gt;"Now how to drive this thing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----FLASHBACK------&lt;br /&gt;A boy not older than Mishka was riding a motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey, how do you drive this thing?" Nicah asked.&lt;br /&gt;The boy smiled at her. "The secret is in the..."&lt;br /&gt;---END OF FLASHBACK----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"THE SECRET IS IN THE WHAT???!" Nicah shouted.&lt;br /&gt;She banged her hand on the bars.&lt;br /&gt;VROOM!&lt;br /&gt;"Ahh!" She whispered and rushed off.&lt;br /&gt;A traffic light.&lt;br /&gt;"Do I have to follow traffic rules when my friends are in danger?"&lt;br /&gt;She took her chance and drove through the intersection. Narrowly missing a Ferrari, a policeman started chasing her in his motorcycle.&lt;br /&gt;She saw Mishka and Yanna in front of Mishka's house. A man in black pointed a gun at them. He looked at her and quickly vanished. In thin air.&lt;br /&gt;Mishka saw, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna couldn't believe her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah stopped her motorcycle right in front of the scene. The policeman was there right behind her.&lt;br /&gt;The officer said, "First off, I need an explanation."&lt;br /&gt;But what they saw couldn't have had an explanation, could it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper jumped towards the taxi.&lt;br /&gt;"No!" Joshua mouthed. The taxi swerved to the left, missing Jasper. And Jasper fell on the asphalt. "AHH!"&lt;br /&gt;A car stopped just in time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almira was still on top of the truck. The truck slowed down at an intersection. The taxi turned to the right. Apparently, the truck was going to turn left. But she noticed something inside the car, looking through the window. Joshua threw a piece of paper outside his window! Almira hurriedly jumped and ran to retrieve the paper just before the wind took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was old notebook paper, all crumpled and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing written there was a list.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116540362843989041?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116540362843989041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116540362843989041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116540362843989041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116540362843989041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/12/omg-im-losing-my-taste.html' title='omg I&apos;m losing my taste!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-116511629225012216</id><published>2006-12-03T11:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T11:24:52.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>175'th post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/686/1450/1600/650916/th_sweetlove666.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/686/1450/320/778353/th_sweetlove666.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey y'all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cna't believe pfkada is 175 posts old! We're really getting good at this...I also can't believe that it's already December...My mom will be home tomorrow, so Jazz will be home in a few days! I started reading your old posts, and the stories now are veeeeeeery different from the old ones, like there's no more detective conan stuff, josh doesn't define things anymore, lower crime rate, more members, more pie... Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs! &lt;br /&gt;Peace Out&lt;br /&gt;You Know Who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.Can we have a Christmasy twist to the story? BTW, are Jet and Almira invited? Josh asked in the CBOX,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116511629225012216?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116511629225012216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116511629225012216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116511629225012216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116511629225012216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/12/175th-post.html' title='175&apos;th post!'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-116323714446327469</id><published>2006-11-11T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T17:25:44.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuation</title><content type='html'>Jem cried, "Are you leaving me???"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah stopped. "Guess I should stay here with Jem."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper replied, "Okay.  We'll go to Mish's house.  Grab his laptop.  Come back. Check out what's happening to Carlos and Ren."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna smiled, "That's easy enough. Let's go."&lt;br /&gt;Grabbing the CD, they left Jem and Nicah in the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downstairs...&lt;br /&gt;Almira said, "Great! I forgot our car exploded."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "Why not ride a taxi?"&lt;br /&gt;Mishka called for one and in a few seconds, one stopped.&lt;br /&gt;"Bad news, y'all can't fit," the driver said. He was dressed in black and had a cigarette on his left hand.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper told them to split up. Jasper and Almira ride in another taxi to go to Ren's house. Joshua, Mishka and Yanna ride in this one going to Mishka's house. Joshua sat on the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;"Fix your seat belt," Yanna said.&lt;br /&gt;"Okay, Ate," Joshua said. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why am I calling someone older than me Ate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yanna smiled back evilly.&lt;br /&gt;Mishka sat on the back and waved at Jazz and Almira.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and Almira got another taxi and went in the opposite direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah was on the PC. She was researching and surfing the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Hey Jem. Is Jet really in a business trip?"&lt;br /&gt;Jem replied with a cough. "I don't know." "Ahhh!"&lt;br /&gt;She clenched her waist.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah called for the nurse. The nurse went inside the room with a doctor.&lt;br /&gt;"Hang on Jem..." Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For 10 minutes, Joshua felt something strange about the taxi. Especially the driver. He tried to tell the other two at the back but felt as if it wasn't the right time. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This driver's dangerous. If I could only tell them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The taxi stopped at Mishka's house. "We're not leaving yet," Mishka said to the taxi driver. "We're just getting something from this house." Mishka headed to his house.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna got off. Joshua got off too.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to Yanna. Remembering, he said, "Ate, I found something about..."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. Stay inside the car so he won't go." She pushed him back to the front seat.&lt;br /&gt;"Fine," Joshua said.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna went to Mishka to help him.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua started talking, "Hey Mister. You're not a taxi driver, aren't you?"&lt;br /&gt;The driver blew from his cigarette once more. "What makes you think that?"&lt;br /&gt;"My friends from the back seat may have been fooled by you. But I sat here on the front seat."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmm...? What are you talking about. You're just a kid, ain't ya?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not only a kid," Joshua said. "I'm a detective." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh man. It came out of my mouth!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Well... there ain't no place for detectives in my sight." The driver floored the pedal. Yanna and Mishka looked out the window. "Oh no, what just happened?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116323714446327469?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116323714446327469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116323714446327469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116323714446327469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116323714446327469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/11/continuation.html' title='Continuation'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-116260712722091653</id><published>2006-11-04T10:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:27:18.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My turn to dig up a PFKADA PIC!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/686/1450/1600/05292006023%231.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/686/1450/320/05292006023%231.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pic of us on the way to Enchanted Kingdom. This is a pic I'm in! I'll try to take a pic in Grow kids to post here to show Jazz. Hello Jazz by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almira's In the pic too! Too bad for Joshua, Yanna and Jazz. So-reee! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116260712722091653?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116260712722091653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116260712722091653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116260712722091653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116260712722091653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-turn-to-dig-up-pfkada-pic.html' title='My turn to dig up a PFKADA PIC!'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-116252286231570744</id><published>2006-11-03T10:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T11:01:02.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Letter...The Pigeon...The Diskette, and someone familiar!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/686/1450/1600/CARLOSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/686/1450/320/CARLOSP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua's right. Blogger is having trouble posting pictures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A lead?" Yanna said, "We can barely read it!"&lt;br /&gt;"And I have a baaaad feeling that this letter is entirely another thing...maybe it's NOT related to this letter. And maybe this diskette is hiding something!" Mishka said.&lt;br /&gt;"He might be right." Nicah said. "Joshua, Jazz, Yanna, you guys try to figure out the letter. Besides, joshua can't possibly reach the computer, unless one of us carries him."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey!" Joshua said, "But i must admit she's quite right."&lt;br /&gt;"Mishka, Nicah and I can work on the diskette" Almira said. "Jem can get some rest and care for the pigeon too."&lt;br /&gt;"Ok, let's do this!" said Jasper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, while Joshua, Jasper and Yanna were working on the message, and Jem's/Carlos' Pigeon started to coo, Nicah was fiddling with the diskette. The top popped open and revealed a chip thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oops!" said Nicah " I think I broke it."&lt;br /&gt;"Wait! Lemme see that" Mishka grabbed the thing from Nicah. "This looks awfully familiar."&lt;br /&gt;"But WHAT is it?" Jem said.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know what it's called, but I DO know how to use it!" "mishka chirped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody stared at the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What? Jethro uses Macs sometimes!" Mishka cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't tell me I'm the only one who carries a Mac laptop around!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Guys!" Jasper pointed at a word in the letter.&lt;br /&gt;Everybody gasped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dun dun duuuuuuuun!" Almira said.&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued!-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooooow! I acctually wrote a story and FINISHED IT!!!! Yay PFKada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116252286231570744?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116252286231570744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116252286231570744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116252286231570744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116252286231570744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/11/letterthe-pigeonthe-diskette-and.html' title='The Letter...The Pigeon...The Diskette, and someone familiar!'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-116247569390200238</id><published>2006-11-02T21:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T21:56:21.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos P</title><content type='html'>"How many times have we been in a hospital?" Jasper asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm..." Nicah said. "Countless..."&lt;br /&gt;"When will we see Carlos again?" Yanna asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah... I hope I see him," Josh said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they all stayed in a circle, except Jem of course who was in a bed.&lt;br /&gt;Mishka spoke about neopets and other crazy stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah talked about the missions.&lt;br /&gt;Almira talked about Joshua the blue stuff toy alien.&lt;br /&gt;And they had fun as Jem was recovering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yeah! Where's the diskette?" Joshua asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Here," Almira handed it to him.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man! Laptops these days don't have diskette drives."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "But there's this bulky PC in the room with a diskette drive. Good thing they provide PC's in suites."&lt;br /&gt;They all gathered round the computer. Except Jem, of course, who was sleeping and trying to recover.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua placed the diskette and checked it.&lt;br /&gt;"It's blank???" The computer did not show any files.&lt;br /&gt;"Why would a crazy guy break into Jet's house and steal a blank diskette?" Jasper asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Maybe he misplaced it?" Almira said.&lt;br /&gt;"Something does not seem right," Joshua said. He checked the properties of the diskette.&lt;br /&gt;"See! There is something in it!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Strange." Nicah said. And she started to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua did some hacking stuff and finally got through. A blue screen filled with numbers and filled the screen.&lt;br /&gt;"Looks a lot like Matrix, except it's green." Jasper said.&lt;br /&gt;Jaz, Joshua, Nicah and Jem laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Almira and Mishka asked, "What?"&lt;br /&gt;The numbers ran through fast and ended up in a black screen. The computer turned off.&lt;br /&gt;"What just happened?" Mishka said. "You're dead."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua forced the diskette out and placed it inside a plastic bag. Then put it in his backpack then put it under Jem's pillow for safety.&lt;br /&gt;"What now?" Almira asked.&lt;br /&gt;"No lead." Mishka said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pigeon smashed into the glass window of the room. They got frightened. Jem woke up.&lt;br /&gt;"What just happened?"She said gloomily. Then her eyes widened. "Ouch!"&lt;br /&gt;"Stay still," Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper opened the window and untangled the letter from the pigeon's beak. It took a while before he got it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huge black stains were on the letter. And it was sent not in a coincidence. It was from Carlos.&lt;br /&gt;"We now have a lead," Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hey guys. Wait for the pic. Blogger pics can't load properly right now.-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116247569390200238?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116247569390200238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116247569390200238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116247569390200238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116247569390200238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/11/carlos-p.html' title='Carlos P'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-116203512065525969</id><published>2006-10-28T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T21:08:10.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm...</title><content type='html'>The gang waited.&lt;br /&gt;"The police aren't here yet," Nicah said. "After 3 hours!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. I wonder how my apartment is right now?" Joshua said.&lt;br /&gt;"One guess, lotsa unpayed bills."  Jasper said.&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna looked out of the window in the bedroom. "Isn't that... Mishka???!"&lt;br /&gt;They all went downstairs. Jem cried, "Mishka!!!" They ran to the other side of the street.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka said, "Hey guys. Hmm... wow you're all here."&lt;br /&gt;"Yep!" Almira beamed.&lt;br /&gt;"Wait... where's Josh?"&lt;br /&gt;Josh looked down suppressing his anger. "Are you saying I've grown backwards...?"&lt;br /&gt;"No! It's that I finally became taller than you."&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHH! WHAT DO YOU MEAN!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said, "He's so much like Ren."&lt;br /&gt;Jazz said, "Who else?"&lt;br /&gt;"You're teasing Ren too."&lt;br /&gt;"Exactly."&lt;br /&gt;A sound of a motorcycle. Jem looked back, "Umm... Who didn't watch the weird guy?"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper ran towards the apartment. The others followed. Until the man pulled an object from his jacket. Jasper stopped. A gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let me go, and you won't get hurt." He bargained. "I believe you have something that belongs to me..." He motioned his hand. "Give it."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua cried, "NEVER!"&lt;br /&gt;"And what could kids do? Hmm?" He pointed it at Joshua. He pulled the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper was quick. He kicked a small pebble on the floor to the air and then kicked it towards the burglar.&lt;br /&gt;The pebble,  hit the gun and the shot hit Jem's car.&lt;br /&gt;"Worse... the gas tank...," Jem said.&lt;br /&gt;"Run AWAY!!!" Mishka cried.&lt;br /&gt;The burglar drove away from the burning car. One last look, he aimed his gun and shot.&lt;br /&gt;"AHHH!" Jem grimaced in pain. Pretty soon, the man was gone.&lt;br /&gt;The others ran to the other side. Suddenly, moral senses kicked in. "The other people in the building!"&lt;br /&gt;They shouted to the residents, "Get away! Get out! Save yourselves!!!"&lt;br /&gt;The people followed. A girl, somewhat in her 8's tripped right beside the car.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper noticed and started running towards her. But time did not let him save her. For she died in the flames.&lt;br /&gt;The fire from the car swept to the house.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "It's all our fault."&lt;br /&gt;Almira replied, "No it isn't, it's that man's fault." They both helped Jem. "Apparently, she got hit somewhere in her waist." Yanna noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper didn't move an inch. Nicah went beside him. Joshua and Mishka kept quiet and listened to the noise of fire. "Hmm..." Mish said. "This is Jet's house right?"&lt;br /&gt;"Poor Jet... Poor Jem... Poor girl... Poor car... Poor cow..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/pfkada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/400/pfkada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116203512065525969?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116203512065525969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116203512065525969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116203512065525969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116203512065525969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/10/hmm.html' title='Hmm...'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-116167798807698868</id><published>2006-10-24T16:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T16:19:48.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PFkada Pic I dug up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/Pfkada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/400/Pfkada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116167798807698868?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116167798807698868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116167798807698868' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116167798807698868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116167798807698868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/10/pfkada-pic-i-dug-up.html' title='PFkada Pic I dug up...'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-116159605535040884</id><published>2006-10-23T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T17:34:15.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recovered from MISHKA'S Files</title><content type='html'>( no really! mishkasjournal.blogspot.com)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday, October 04, 2006&lt;br /&gt;Finally, A Post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello there. Sorry to leave you hanging there, when it comes to journal writing, I have a tendency to procrastinate when it comes to journal writing. So here I am, in front of my mac mini and typing out on Microsoft word. We have DSL now, so it’s fast and unlimited. But, I can only use it on the weekends. So it is really Monday, and you will see that this was posted on Friday or Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway…rewind until now. What to write about. I mean, I love to write, but I lack motivation. As you can see, I am a really good writer, but I don’t write a lot. Only well, when I feel like it. Check out pfkada [dot] blogspot [dot] com. I only wrote one chapter on the complex saga of the P. F. Kada, and it lacked appreciaton and approval...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...continued....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you Jazz, don't worry, I'll try to make PFKADA have fun for a while so the month will just breeze by, and you'll be back in no time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for still forgiving me, whatever, whenever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mishka&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116159605535040884?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116159605535040884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116159605535040884' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116159605535040884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116159605535040884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/10/recovered-from-mishkas-files.html' title='Recovered from MISHKA&apos;S Files'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-116151857414628908</id><published>2006-10-22T18:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T20:02:54.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>Thanks Jaz for that post. Haha. It brought me back to my life of posting. PFkada is now alive again. I hope everyone can see this. Nicah, Jaz, Dianna, Jem, Mishka, Ren, all others in PFkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime in February, I think it was February 22, I was sick and I stayed home from school. I was so bored with no one else to talk to. Most importantly, I was thinking, "Where should I go to school? Should I stay here in GCF? Or should I go to PhilSci or Ateneo?" Here I was, already transferring schools when all of a sudden thoughts strike. I saw Jaz like this last Saturday. Then I went online and saw one person, my classmate who was also absent that day. I asked her, "Where would you want me to go? Should I stay here in GCF? Or should I go?" She said, "Ummm...." And I waited for her answer. But she replied with a question, "What does your heart tell you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget that question. Or the person who asked it. But she helped me be sure. I said, "My heart tells me to go and share God's Word to the people." She said, "Okay. Follow your heart." I knew what would happen if I left, I may lose friendships, I may lose buddies, I may be sadder than ever. But I'd gain something more valuable, the joy of following God. Equivalent exchange, equivalent exchange...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jaz, moral of my story. Follow your heart. Maybe it is God's will for you to go to China. Maybe it's not. But what do you truly want? I'll pray for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Nicah cry this morning made me remember that person who asked me the same question. I pray for her too, thanking God for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... after a really short introduction and talk on choices, let's go back to posting. Thanks guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, without me, we wouldn't have met together, won't we? Hahaha. Totoo naman! Roflolz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'll start writing the story now.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. Let's have a party when Jazz comes back. And we could revive PFkada for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116151857414628908?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116151857414628908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116151857414628908' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116151857414628908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116151857414628908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/10/choices_22.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-116150635543173823</id><published>2006-10-22T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T16:39:15.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Before China</title><content type='html'>Ey guys... I just felt like posting something before going to China. This will be for those who went to that thing last Saturday :).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I LOVE ABOUT JOSHUA&lt;br /&gt;-He's smart&lt;br /&gt;-He's funny&lt;br /&gt;-He can lose his mind easily&lt;br /&gt;-He wasn't shy to say hi to me&lt;br /&gt;-He made me come out of my shell and meet lots of people&lt;br /&gt;-He gives good advice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I LOVE ABOUT REN&lt;br /&gt;-He befriended me quickly at camp&lt;br /&gt;-He accompanied me to GROW Kids&lt;br /&gt;-When he's serious, he's serious. When it's time to have fun, he's fun&lt;br /&gt;-He cares about me&lt;br /&gt;-He can be a friend, a brother, a counselor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I LOVE ABOUT JEM&lt;br /&gt;-She's fun to be with&lt;br /&gt;-Just when you feel bad, she's suddenly there to say "I'll miss you"&lt;br /&gt;-She's never boring&lt;br /&gt;-She tends to bring laughter in the house&lt;br /&gt;-She can make you feel good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT I LOVE ABOUT NICAH&lt;br /&gt;-She said "hi" to me that one day in PF&lt;br /&gt;-She's a fun girl&lt;br /&gt;-She always comes up with great ideas&lt;br /&gt;-When you're down, she'll always be there to ask what is wrong&lt;br /&gt;-She's honest and can talk to you about anything&lt;br /&gt;-She's fun to hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll come up with more soon... I have to study Science for the exam tomorrow &gt;.&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-116150635543173823?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/116150635543173823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=116150635543173823' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116150635543173823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/116150635543173823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/10/post-before-china.html' title='Post Before China'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115874826546526732</id><published>2006-09-20T17:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:31:05.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burglar... in Jet's house!!!</title><content type='html'>The rain started pouring heavily. Almira was the first to speak up.&lt;br /&gt;"Jet should  be home by now."&lt;br /&gt;"What do you mean?" Jem asked.&lt;br /&gt;"He was on a 1 and a half month vacation. Somewhere in Europe I think. I like his job. Answering surveys on places he visits. So, like for 1 month he's in Egypt, answering a survey, how hot it is, blah. And then the next month, he's in Antarctica, answering a survey on how many hours he stood frozen there."&lt;br /&gt;"Cool job," Jasper exclaimed and they all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The car stopped in front of the apartment. The house had 2 floors. The first with 3 doors. The second with 2 doors.&lt;br /&gt;"Yep, Jet's house, 2nd floor, 2rd door." Yanna said.&lt;br /&gt;"Looks like my old house in Cubao," Joshua said.&lt;br /&gt;They all went down. Joshua got his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;"Isn't that laptop gonna get wet?" Yanna asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me, miss, but do you not know this is waterproof?"&lt;br /&gt;"That's no way to talk to someone older than you!"&lt;br /&gt;"I AM older than you!"&lt;br /&gt;"Not today!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"It stinks being small. How can kids endure the pain of being bossed around by us?"&lt;br /&gt;"Now you know..."&lt;br /&gt;"Stop it guys. Plan? Meet Jet, ask him to help us find Mishka, possibly squeeze him in Jet's old car," Nicah said. "Which means, Joshua needs to sit on someone's lap."&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man..." Joshua moaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up 1 floor, 1st door... they stopped.&lt;br /&gt;Jem knocked, "Jet? Are you home?"&lt;br /&gt;Knock. Knock. "He's not home."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper tried the knob. "It's not locked. Nor is it open." The knob deattached itself from the door and stayed in Jasper's hand. "It was jammed."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "Which means, someone is in there. A burglar."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper kicked the door at it's weak spot. Near the knob. The door opened. Jazz opened the lights and....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing. Almira left her shoes inside near the big gigantic cabinet where Jet keeps his trenchcoats. The others followed. Jet's shoes were just in front of the cabinet. They were slightly overturned.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "Wow. This cabinet's so huge. I bet we could fit two Jaspers in there!"&lt;br /&gt;They laughed. "Don't touch it. That's Jet's." Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;They went to the small kitchen and table and living room. Everything was so neat. Just then, they went to the bedroom. They saw the window wide open with the windows ripped.&lt;br /&gt;"The burglar may have jumped out of here," Almira said.&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, it's too high to jump from and land alive." Nicah said.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna whispered something to Joshua and Jasper. They nodded.&lt;br /&gt;Jem, Nicah, Almira and Yanna then sat at the living room. Trusting Yanna, they pretended to talk about something. Joshua found some rope in Jet's storage room. Jasper and Joshua then stood near the front door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*What in the world are they doing???!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big cabinet door opened. A short man came out. He looked at the girls in the living room. They couldn't see him with their backs turned.He then turned to the front door when... BAM!&lt;br /&gt;Jasper knocked him out of consciousness. He fell down. Joshua then came and tied him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Caught him." The girls then looked back. And together they dragged him to the living room.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah went to the phone and called the police. They'd be here in 15 minitues.&lt;br /&gt;Jem asked Yanna, "How'd you know?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "See how neat everything is? Jet must be a really neat guy. (May not be true in real life but for the sake of the story) Look in front of the cabinet. See the overturned slippers and shoes. When we knocked, the guy must have noticed we were here. So he rushed and hid in that big cabinet. The window was a mere diversion. And when he thought we were not noticing him when we were talking, he crept out of the cabinet. Not realizing Jazper and Joshua were there."&lt;br /&gt;Almira praised her, "You're so good! No wonder you were called Pfkada!"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah explained, "Actually, Pfkada was named after Praise Factory and Barkada. It has nothing to do with detective work or other stuff."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said, "Nicah's real good. She got us involved in our first case with Carlos. That's when I almost died."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "I almost died too!"&lt;br /&gt;Jem said, "Good thing Carlos was there to shrink Josh and heal Jaz. Carlos is the doctor guy."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said, "Well... he's kinda cute."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115874826546526732?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115874826546526732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115874826546526732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115874826546526732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115874826546526732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/09/burglar-in-jets-house.html' title='Burglar... in Jet&apos;s house!!!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115784449588582189</id><published>2006-09-10T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T07:28:15.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored kayo noh</title><content type='html'>Lemme guess... you guys are bored. Anyway, I got this from the GCF Youth, some funny pick-up lines ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you tired? Cause you've been running in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;If you were a burger in mcdo, I'd call you mcbeautiful. &lt;br /&gt;I wish you were a library book, cause i want to check you out. &lt;br /&gt;Can i borrow your slippers? Cause I want to step into your life. &lt;br /&gt;Is your father a terrorist? cause you're the bomb.&lt;br /&gt;Is your father an astronaut? cause someone just took the stars and put them in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Is your father an alien? cause you're out of this world.&lt;br /&gt;If you were a teardrop, i will never cry again for the fear of losing you. &lt;br /&gt;If i were Peter Pan, you would be my happy thought.  &lt;br /&gt;Are you a sharpshooter? cause you keep getting my hurt, but i keep missing you.&lt;br /&gt;Life without you is like pencil without lead, pointless. &lt;br /&gt;Do you have a map? Cause i keep getting lost in your eyes. &lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bandaid? cause i scraped myself when i fell for you. &lt;br /&gt;Can i borrow your number? I lost mine. &lt;br /&gt;What time are they expecting you in heaven? &lt;br /&gt;You make Paris Hilton look like a Teletubbie &lt;br /&gt;Can i have directions? (to where?) To your heart &lt;br /&gt;I counted the stars last night, i think i missed two. They're in your eyes &lt;br /&gt;Can i get a picture of you so i can show santa what i want for Christmas?&lt;br /&gt;Hey, Laura! (Big hug). I haven't seen you forEVER!! (huge kiss) Wow, you've really changed! (I'm not Laura) What? Oh my gosh, you even changed your name! &lt;br /&gt;Well, here I am. What were your other two wishes?&lt;br /&gt;I'm invisible. (Really?) Can you see me? (Yes) How about tomorrow night? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahahah walang magawa hahaha cge yan lang muna. God bwess!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115784449588582189?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115784449588582189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115784449588582189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115784449588582189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115784449588582189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/09/bored-kayo-noh.html' title='Bored kayo noh'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115756895617427395</id><published>2006-09-07T02:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T02:55:56.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOOK!!! IT'S A POST!</title><content type='html'>Hey PFkada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....I just wanted to say that I miss you guys sooo much!!!! I hope we can all go out one of this days... Before Jasper leaves.... *sniff* I'm so excited to see ya'll on Friday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you mind if we go back to the way we posted in the old days? You know... Just telling each other what's been happening in our lives and all that... I miss those kinds of posts. Especially since we're all apart now... We need a form of communication!!! (Gosh I miss you guys &gt;:D&lt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who's birthday is coming up!!! *hint hint* ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, God bless and see you guys on Friday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Nicah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS JASPER DON'T LEAVE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115756895617427395?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115756895617427395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115756895617427395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115756895617427395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115756895617427395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/09/look-its-post.html' title='LOOK!!! IT&apos;S A POST!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115694100917640685</id><published>2006-08-30T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T20:30:09.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we going?</title><content type='html'>After 10 mins., Almira spoke up.&lt;br /&gt;"Where are we going anyway?"&lt;br /&gt;The car drove past a sign that said, "Nowhere... 200 kms."&lt;br /&gt;Jem replied, "Umm... Nowhere?"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said, "We'd better start in Mrs. Grecia's house first."&lt;br /&gt;So Jem turned the vehicle around to where they came from a day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bare lamppost. Nothing. No trail of blood. No amputated body parts. No clues. Or were there?&lt;br /&gt;Yanna noticed, "I don't notice anything particular about this lamppost? Why was Joshua here in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah replied, "Sets me thinking. Why?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "I knew camera eyes were going to be useful someday."&lt;br /&gt;Almira said, "Guys! I found a cellphone?"&lt;br /&gt;"Where?" Jem asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Behind the bushes over there?"&lt;br /&gt;"How dare that person leave his or her cellphone lying around like that! He or she doesn't know how to care for it!" Then Jem got her cellphone and talked to it, "I won't lose you. Oh... no I won't!"&lt;br /&gt;"Anyway..." Joshua said.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah looked. "It's Mishka's!"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna asked her, "How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"See? Look at my text! I texted him a while ago to see if he was okay. Maybe that's why he didn't reply. It was here all along."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna got the phone. "Huh?" She clicked the New Message button. As always, all messages a person writes are not deleted until sent. A message popped out. A message for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jet...lag..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almira asked, "What does that mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua replied, "It means go to Jet's house. Jet, our friend, and lag, which in another language means house."&lt;br /&gt;Jem asked, "And what language is that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... I forgot."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said, "Well... it's worth a try..."&lt;br /&gt;They climbed back in the car.&lt;br /&gt;A minute of silence.&lt;br /&gt;"Where's Jet's house???!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115694100917640685?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115694100917640685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115694100917640685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115694100917640685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115694100917640685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-are-we-going.html' title='Where are we going?'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115659988888309761</id><published>2006-08-26T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T21:44:48.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aggggh!</title><content type='html'>Can't take inactiveness!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see Jasper online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet was busted for 3 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narnia GCF play is funny and cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHy's pfkada not that active anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody check this blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did everyone start becoming invisible in YM?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Post na man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I still love P.S. Hehe. Roflolz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115659988888309761?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115659988888309761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115659988888309761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115659988888309761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115659988888309761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/aggggh.html' title='Aggggh!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115613109501129493</id><published>2006-08-21T11:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T11:31:35.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mishka's taking so long...</title><content type='html'>Anyway, I'm not gonna continue until mishka sends me the next. So... until then, regular posting. Where's the gift that you said you would give us last time, Nicah? Anyway, the first story was a success. Yay! Baliw si jasper! Hahhahahaha. Walang utak. Hmm... oh! He does! Kinuha ng mga "aliens" for dumbness inspection. That is SOOOOOoo coool. Yay! I got to see Dianna yesterday (am sooooo happy!) Jasper got a haircut. Didn't see Mish but I did see Almira! Wala lang magawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start a new story! About SPONGEBOB! Wala lang. Sorry guys. Guess I de-evolved back to regular posting. And check out the Phantom Ice Skating thing. It''s cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115613109501129493?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115613109501129493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115613109501129493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115613109501129493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115613109501129493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/mishkas-taking-so-long.html' title='Mishka&apos;s taking so long...'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115608279709409211</id><published>2006-08-20T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T22:06:37.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look up to the tall, bow down to the short</title><content type='html'>Hayyyyyy how long has it since no one posted ^^. Oh well... guess I'll make kwento :P. GCF Northwest is so cool! La lang, galing kasi ng band eh nax hahhaha. Hayyy... gee... at least may post na kahit walang kwentang baliw na walang kwentang na walang kahulugan na walang kahalagahan na walang maintindihan na walang wala kundi ang wala na post (wah???????). Hayyyyy I'm sleepy so dun blame me for such a weird post :P I hope God will give you peace that transcends all understanding ("God bless" is juz so overused that its meaning is overlooked)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115608279709409211?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115608279709409211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115608279709409211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115608279709409211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115608279709409211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/look-up-to-tall-bow-down-to-short.html' title='Look up to the tall, bow down to the short'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115529763869422542</id><published>2006-08-11T20:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:00:38.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>recovered from nicah's files</title><content type='html'>kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;hi&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;mishka!&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;hiyee&lt;br /&gt;how can i obtain junior inquirer?&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;exam is next year ulit&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;no as in the newsparr itself&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;uhm&lt;br /&gt;Your school has to write a letter to one of the moderators at JI&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;ok...&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;so..how's the story coming along!!!&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;fine&lt;br /&gt;why is your grandpa like, your age i the story?&lt;br /&gt;no offence&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;huh?&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;carlos in your grandpa right?&lt;br /&gt;is pala&lt;br /&gt;BUZZ!!!&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;NOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;they just used his name&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;what?&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;He's Carlos Panginiban!&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;grr&lt;br /&gt;oh ok&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;my lolo is carlos p. romulo &lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;hehe&lt;br /&gt;ok&lt;br /&gt;i want kasi&lt;br /&gt;carlos HAPPEnS to&lt;br /&gt;be related to jet&lt;br /&gt;and left a vial of some sort&lt;br /&gt;to make joshua bigger&lt;br /&gt;and jet found it at his house which explode&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;cool gooo&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;s&lt;br /&gt;and jet doesnt know what its fo&lt;br /&gt;r&lt;br /&gt;nicah peña santos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabelmishka&lt;br /&gt;zzzzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115529763869422542?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115529763869422542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115529763869422542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115529763869422542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115529763869422542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/recovered-from-nicahs-files.html' title='recovered from nicah&apos;s files'/><author><name>mishka</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Gg2HzAb0h9E/S7be392ekcI/AAAAAAAAADg/XNjxs-Fs9LU/S220/IMG_2142.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115494985406726026</id><published>2006-08-07T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:24:14.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes! I found a cure!</title><content type='html'>Joshua clicked the email.&lt;br /&gt;"Hey Josh,&lt;br /&gt;         About the apoptoxin, you do know that was in experimental stage, right? But it was the only way you'd not die. So I'm trying my best to find a reversal drug.&lt;br /&gt;            Apoptoxin actually destroys damaged blood cells, and reduces body composition by half. That's why you're tiny.&lt;br /&gt;            Unfortunately.... I lost the papers and calculations of the Apoptoxin in the house. As you know, it literally exploded so... you know.&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                       Carlos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah, Jasper, Yanna and Jem entered the room, with some peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. Nicah saw the email. "What does that mean?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was boiling mad. "It means... I'll be this small forever!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh cmon. You're cute this way!"&lt;br /&gt;(Note: Mishka's work, filled in the empty gaps) The phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello” she asked.&lt;br /&gt;“Nicah, It’s Almira here” a voice answered.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh hi Almira, sup?”&lt;br /&gt;“I saw you guys at that house with the police…”&lt;br /&gt;“Wait. I’ll put you on speaker” Nicah fumbled with the phone. “Okay…almira?”&lt;br /&gt;“So then, I found Joshua near the house…The plush toy, I mean. And I saw him rigged up to something. A lamppost."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua exploded. "Yeah! I put a microcamera on Joshua. So that’s where I left him” he said.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna was wondering, "You still like stuff toys?"&lt;br /&gt;"Umm.... yeah!"&lt;br /&gt;"Great! I like my Blee too!"&lt;br /&gt;“So I took the toy home.” Almira continued.&lt;br /&gt;“Hey Almira, where did you find that?"&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know. Just come here."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes later, Jem’s car pulled up in front of Almira’s house. “Man,” Jasper said, holding his head “Were we going against the speed limit? My cerebellum hurts.”&lt;br /&gt;They rang the doorbell. They rang the doorbell. Almira popped out and screamed.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my! What’s happened to Joshua?” she said, looking at the small kid…I mean person.&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t ask.” Said Jem. “is this about…”&lt;br /&gt;“YES” all of them said. “Okay, I figured the microcamera would have something to record on, right?” said Almira “ So I found this CD in Joshua’s stuffing.”&lt;br /&gt;She popped the CD in a computer. “Watch.” she said. The Video was a clear view of the street. They saw a man just standing there, on the other side of the street. They could only see his back. Suddenly, he collapsed and lay in a heap on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;“Great. We didn’t even see what killed him.” Mumbled Yanna. “That’s it?”&lt;br /&gt;Then they saw a pair of legs wearing khaki shorts streamed with paint and markers and a pair of Red clogs with something black on them. A hand reached down and grabbed something. Then, catching sight of the corpse. The person screamed a bloodcurdling scream and ran. Then the video went dead. Nicah was taking notes the whole time.&lt;br /&gt;She said “Hmmm. Aren’t those Mishka’s pants?”&lt;br /&gt;“Possible” Said Yanna.”But lots of people could own those kinds of pants, and maybe it was just Mishka you saw in your whole lifetime wearing that.”&lt;br /&gt;“But the clogs…”&lt;br /&gt;“Good Point” Said Jem. “Oh. But who wears clogs, those kind of pants and screams like that?” Dead silence. Only Mishka could. Grabbing Almira who grabbed a backpack, the group headed over to Jem’s car and left at full speed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115494985406726026?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115494985406726026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115494985406726026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115494985406726026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115494985406726026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/yes-i-found-cure.html' title='Yes! I found a cure!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115490095134260834</id><published>2006-08-07T05:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T05:49:11.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nakaka-sniff.</title><content type='html'>Ey guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 5:30 in the morning and I'm posting... Wow, if I'm late for school, it's your faults. :P Jokez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just wanted to express how I feel for GCF. Here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was, WOW, so moved by the worship... All I saw was a church body of over a thousand singing praises to God. Who didn't cry here? Grabe... *sniff* Tapos, when I looked at our new building, it's so touching to see how everything that that building is made of, we worked together to fund for it and help GCF grow. Parang, ang ganda tignan physically, but it's even more beautiful when you realize how and WHY it was made. Di ba? ;) So yun, I cried a lot yesterday. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oo nga Joshua, also the memories at GCF... Not I But You, Christmas Shines, all the drama, December 2005 :P, and of course, that time when we went swimming at this biiiig place.... (you weren't here yet Jaz) And we're still young, meaning there's still lots of time to make more memories. I'm sure they'll be LOADS more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly, the people at GCF. All Christians, it's great to see their love for God in action. But also, how great they are, just as people. Like you guys, you have done so much to help me grow as a Christian. You shared my memories with me. You listened to me when I had problems. You tried to help me with my homework. :P Pero, seriously. I really hope we all stay best friends forever... Those in favor, say "Aye!" :D (yan nanaman ako :P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say, I really love you guys... Don't ever leave GCF!!! &gt;:D&lt; God bless, take care. Don't copy me, going online at 5:40 in the morning. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115490095134260834?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115490095134260834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115490095134260834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115490095134260834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115490095134260834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/nakaka-sniff.html' title='Nakaka-sniff.'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115452464239526605</id><published>2006-08-02T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T21:55:38.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's only one answer...</title><content type='html'>Becky entered the room and saw the kids.&lt;br /&gt;"What are  you doing here?  The police let you in. I don't. Now get lost."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper looked at her. "You just sent them away coz' you're hiding the truth. And... I know how you did it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was shocked. But she remained as cool as a cucumber.&lt;br /&gt;"You haven't got proof young man. Stop pointing at me. That's rude."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper looked at her. "You were at a party and left and came back after 10 mins. During the ten minutes, you killed Mr. Grecia."&lt;br /&gt;"What? You know well that even I can't go from the party and back again in 10 mins if I had to go to this house. Ask the maid, no one came here and no one came out."&lt;br /&gt;"That's because you didn't kill him here. You killed him somewhere else, closer to the place of the party."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah suddenly got the idea. She looked at the fingerprints on the window. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're really smart Jasper.&lt;/span&gt; Joshua, Yanna and Jem were clueless at the clues they have found themselves.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah continued, "We are not looking for where you were. We are looking for where the victim was. See those fingerprints on top?"&lt;br /&gt;The rest looked up. Joshua couldn't see, he was too short.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said, "Why would there be fingerprints on the top. Simple, the victim was trying to get out of the window."&lt;br /&gt;Jem continued, "So the victim went out of the window and jumped out, it's an easy jump anyway."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna replied, looking at the victim closely. "He went to a phone booth near you and called your cellphone. He gave you an address and you followed."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "You fought him but managed to win. You placed him carefully in the car and went back to the party. After that, you came to the house, put him in the bag you had your housemaid bring and brought him up. Knowing your sister was coming back, you rushed up here, leaving two marks on the wood and an overturned carpet."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper summarized, "Now you left it all to acting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Becky said, "Hahaha. Great theory kids, but you can't back it up."&lt;br /&gt;The police came inside. "Who did it?" He asked the kids.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna remembered something. "Ma'am, may I borrow your car keys?"&lt;br /&gt;Becky gave it to her.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna led them all down to the garage.&lt;br /&gt;"Ma'am, here's the proof that you did it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a click of a button, the trunk opened, and inside were flowers.&lt;br /&gt;"They're the same smell as the ones in the room."&lt;br /&gt;The police examined all the facts. "I'm sorry ma'am, you're the one." And they handcuffed her.&lt;br /&gt;Jem just asked one last thing, "Why did you do it?"&lt;br /&gt;Becky answered, "It was because he threatened to kill me. He said I was a nuisance to him and he wanted me gone. But, of course, I stayed." She choked with tears. "Threatened by him, I started training for karate. Then yesterday, he called me, and I didn't know why. So I just went, and there he was, waiting for me. And I found out, I killed him!" Tears dropped to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah decided that people won't believe kids these days, especially a small one (Joshua). So she told the police not to put their names on the newpaper or something. And so, they all rode Jem's car, and drove bcak to Jasper's "mansion."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EPILOGUE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua checked his email. A new email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From "CarlosP."&lt;br /&gt;Subject: "Apoptoxin"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115452464239526605?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115452464239526605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115452464239526605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115452464239526605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115452464239526605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/08/theres-only-one-answer.html' title='There&apos;s only one answer...'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115426062790776869</id><published>2006-07-30T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:59:04.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Phantom on Ice</title><content type='html'>Yes! I was looking for Phantom of the Opera on YouTube. I found some old parts and I thought it was a bit boring. Then I saw a clip where Antonio Banderras (Zorro) actually sang the part of the Phantom. That was interesting. But the thing that interested me most was Phantom of the Opera on Ice. Here's the link. Fascinating and wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=4dg6kmrkLGM&amp;mode=related&amp;amp;search=Phantom%20of%20the%20Opera%20Broadway"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phantom of the Opera on Ice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115426062790776869?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115426062790776869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115426062790776869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115426062790776869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115426062790776869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/phantom-on-ice.html' title='Phantom on Ice'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115415715428922852</id><published>2006-07-29T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:54:39.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>150'th POST!</title><content type='html'>Jasper thought. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9 mins, 14 seconds. Hhow did she do it? How?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah looked at him. "I can see you're upset."&lt;br /&gt;"Huh? No I'm not!" He forced a smile.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah told him. "Don't worry, I know," she smiled. "Oh, and Jasper, thank you for saving me last time, the explosion."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper was blushing and smiled. "Umm... Hehe. Just doing my job."&lt;br /&gt;"No you weren't. That wasn't part of your job."&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem and Yanna were suspicious. What was Jasper and Nicah talking about? They saw them talkking in whispers. Then Yanna's phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna answered it, "Hello? Oh. Hi! yeah....yeah... maybe... I can't... Bye!"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua asked, "Who was that?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna answered, "Classmate. Too bad you are not GCF anymore, and you can't be first year anyway."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, 'Great, I have to start Grade 2 again."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna teased him, "Hmm... Maybe you can be promoted to 1st year high."&lt;br /&gt;"That would be too suspicious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem thought about the phone. The phone. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phone... Phone.... Cellphone... Becky had a phone call...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem realized it at that instant. "Hey guys. I realized something. Who called Becky?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah turned back, "Oh yeah. We didn't think about that yet."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "And... oh yeah! I smelled flowers in the room."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua replied, "Yes. I think that's something significant."&lt;br /&gt;Jem asked, "And why was the man curled up like he was squeezed in a box or something?"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said, "There's only one way to find out."&lt;br /&gt;And all of them entered the house and went to the sister. She was dismissing the police.&lt;br /&gt;"No! Arrest her immediately." She pointed at the housemaid.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper went to the head police, "What is the cellphone number of that lady over there?"&lt;br /&gt;The man replied, "Sorry kid, police business."&lt;br /&gt;"Please?"&lt;br /&gt;"The magic word always gets me." And he wrote the number on a small piece of paper. Jasper gave it to Joshua, who in turn, ran to the car."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna went once more to the crime scene. She searched every nook and cranny but nothing else was interesting. She looked back at the overturned carpet portion. She pulled it up, just to see what was underneath. "Hmm... Strange marks." There were two lines, a bit far from each other. "Looks like something scraped against the floor. She asked photographed it and searched for more clues. She learned a method of getting fingerprints. She checked the large window sill. The police were investigating fingerprints everywhere. They were the fingerprints of the victim. Without any clear direction, she got a chair and searched for fingerprints high in the window. After dusting lots of powder, she found some fingerprints, on the top. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What could this mean? Even if I was tall enough, I couldn't reach that height.  &lt;/span&gt;She checked the fingerprints with the others on the windowsill. It was the same as the victim's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem and Jasper went down to interrogate the housemaid.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper told her, as he turned on the concealed microphone in his jacket, "I know you're innocent, but please cooperate with me. Did Mr. Grecia ever come out of the house? What happened yesterday when Becky came in the house?"&lt;br /&gt;She replied, "No, Mr. Grecia didn't come out of the room the whole night. Yo the second question, I don't know. I am ordered by Mrs. Grecia not to meddle in her family's business. But once in a while, they ask me to bring something to them when they ask. Yesterday, I heard her car coming. And then, she told me to bring a giant bag, with wheels. You know those big bags where a person as tall as you can fit? She said she had lots of food from the party."&lt;br /&gt;Jem asked her, "Did you see such food?"&lt;br /&gt;"I wasn't supposed to help her, but I did see lots of food a while ago."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper told her, "We will get to the bottom of this, I promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, they were assembled in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah looked up at the fingerprints as she listened to Jem and Jasper. "Why are there fingerprints in the first place?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua sadly said, "I found information about the caller. Sadly, it was from a phone booth. Phone booths are public so millions call everytime."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper checked the windowsill. He opened the windows. "What could the victim have been doing with his hands up there?"&lt;br /&gt;He climbed up on the big window and stood on it. He looked down. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's an easy jump from here to the ground.&lt;/span&gt; To keep his balance, he held the top of the window. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Huh?&lt;/span&gt; He looked at his hand.&lt;br /&gt;"My friends..." Jasper lost his balance and fell to the ground. Nicah asked him, "Are you okay?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..." His chest pounded. The Poptoposin still wasn't complete yet. He clutched his chest. "I know who the killer is.""&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115415715428922852?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115415715428922852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115415715428922852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115415715428922852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115415715428922852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/150th-post.html' title='150&apos;th POST!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115409243924137267</id><published>2006-07-28T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:12:58.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Possible Solutions</title><content type='html'>Yanna helped Mrs. Grecia to sit down. She sobbed and sobbed and sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;After the crying,  Yanna finally asked her.&lt;br /&gt;"What happened?"&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Grecia looked at her and started talking. Yanna touched her glasses, which hid a button. That button was used to turn a mic from the eyeglasses on and it instantly recorded on Joshua's computer. "It's my new invention!" Joshua smiled (of course, he was still big then).&lt;br /&gt;"Yesterday, I came home from work. I work in a store as a saleslady and come home everynight at about 12 a.m. since my shift ends at 10. After that, I eat my dinner and go home. I came back home and I saw my sister crying over a dead body..." She choked with tears. "My husband..."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna listened to her and pressed the button on her glasses. She told her, "Don't worry, my friends and I will figure this out. Can you please keep this a secret from the police?"&lt;br /&gt;The woman smiled at her with tears. "Okay."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna asked her once more, "Where is the room you found your sister and your husband?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's the room at the end of the corridor."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She walked from the room to the room the woman told her. She caught sight of the others at another room, interviewing what seemed to be the Mrs. Grecia's sister. Joshua wasn't there.&lt;br /&gt;He must have slipped from them to his computer.&lt;br /&gt;She walked to the room and smelled something fresh.&lt;br /&gt;"Flowers," a young voice suddenly exclaimed. She looked and was surprised to see Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;An outline of a body by tape was left on the floor. It showed a young man curled up like he was squeezed inside a small space.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua looked at her and said, "I have been listening to your conversation with Mrs. Grecia."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna just couldn't believe that a young kid would talk like that.&lt;br /&gt;"I was also listening to the sister's statement. She said she went to a party with her friends. Nicah and Jem have this feeling she did it, and I do too. But it's almost imposible. Jasper called her friends and each said the same thing. She said she had a phone call. She told them to wait for her for ten minutes. After that, she came back and they continued the party."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna replied, "That seems weird. Let us try to find out if she could have gone from the party to this house and back, within ten minutes." Yanna eyed the surroundings, without taking a step. Joshua walked towards her to go out the door. Suddenly, Yanna said "No!" and held Joshua by the shirt. She pointed at a small portion of carpet overturned just near the door.&lt;br /&gt;Jem came in with her camera. "What's worth picturing?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna pointed at the portion of carpet. "That."&lt;br /&gt;The camera the police had given her had flashed and clicked. Click! Click! She shot the taped outline.&lt;br /&gt;Jem asked, "Why are you carrying Joshua with his shirt."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was mad. "You coud have just told me to stop before I hit it."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna apologized while laughing. "Well... Okay! Let's get back to the car. Jasper and Nicah are there, right?" She looked at Jem.&lt;br /&gt;Jem nodded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah decided, "We are all gonna try to figure out if the sister, Becky, could have done it. We're going there now."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said, "Yes. We suspect her because she keeps on denying and was furious. Somehow, I could tell in her eyes, that she was lying. Our list of suspects, Mrs. Grecia, Becky, and the maid. The housemaid is also a likely suspect, Nicah interviewed her. But all we got was that Mrs. Grecia came home at 12 a.m. Becky came home at 11:50. She cried because Mrs. Grecia and Becky suspected her but I could tell she was innocent."&lt;br /&gt;Jem told him, "Wow. For such chinky eyes you could see if others are lying or not."&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time after he shrunk, Joshua laughed with the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 10 mins., they arrived at the place of the party. It was a decent place. Yanna held a stopwatch as Jasper went out of the car and put on his white band, holding a stopwatch himself. He was gonna race the car to the house, but more importantly, he was gonna beat 10 mins.&lt;br /&gt;She shouted, "Ready...Set... GO!"&lt;br /&gt;And cars screeched and Jasper ran and turned left to the subway station. Jasper took the subway, stole a bike, stopped at an intersection, got a Jollibee Pocket Pie from his pocket, and ran all the way to the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper stopped the watch. 9 mins. 14 seconds. He breathed heavily.&lt;br /&gt;The car arrived with the others 30 seconds later.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper shouted at them, "9 MINS. 14 SECONDS!"&lt;br /&gt;Jem went out of the car and looked at Jasper's stopwatch. The others went after her.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said "Yes! I told you she could have done it!"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua replied, "I'm sorry Jaz. But after 9 mins. 14 seconds, she couldn't have time to do the murder and return to the party on time."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper frowned, "Oh man!"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said, "Back to the old drawing board."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115409243924137267?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115409243924137267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115409243924137267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115409243924137267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115409243924137267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/possible-solutions.html' title='Possible Solutions'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115391844493621626</id><published>2006-07-26T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:54:51.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They all went to Jem's new car. It was a big silver one.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah was awed. "Ooooooh!"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper looked at it. "Shiny!"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua frowned. "I think I'm too short to climb in!"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna laughed. "Yeah. I can see that."&lt;br /&gt;Jem opened the car and they all went in.  Yanna helped Joshua up to his seat. Jasper sat at the front. Joshua sat at the back in between Yanna and Nicah.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was asking. "Why do I have to sit in between 2 girls??"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah answered, "Because kids always have to stay in the middle with seatbelts."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "I think I'm changing from optimistic to pessimistic."&lt;br /&gt;And they all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 hour later they arrived at a house. There were police cars around it.&lt;br /&gt;The police shooed them, "Sorry kids. You are too small to get involved. Especially that short guy." He pointed at Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was furious. "How many..." Nicah covered his mouth. He calmed down.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper replied, "We're relatives. Can we please come in? I'd like to see my aunt."&lt;br /&gt;The man said, "Hmm... perhaps I'll let you in. And can you take some pics of the scene? Thanks guys. You may be famous for helping out the police."&lt;br /&gt;He gave them a film camera and he went to the crime scene. Jasper led the way. They entered the big house and went to the second floor. There they heard sobbing. A moan and a cry at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem knocked on the door. "Hello?" She pushed the door open and they saw a woman with her head on the bed. "Oh John! Why'd you have to kill yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna went to her and comforted her. She signalled to the others that they should find the other members while she talks to this woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as they left, Yanna talked to the woman.&lt;br /&gt;The woman said, "I am Ms. Sally Grecia. Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I'm Yanna. Why are you crying?" Yanna asked, although she knew why.&lt;br /&gt;"How did you get here? The police surely wouldn't let you in," she asked her.&lt;br /&gt;"My friends and I wanted to come here to help you. We needed to help you."&lt;br /&gt;"Okay *sob*" she sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys. Sorry if it was too short. I need to sleep na. God Bless!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115391844493621626?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115391844493621626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115391844493621626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115391844493621626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115391844493621626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-all-went-to-jems-new-car.html' title=''/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115382061367547856</id><published>2006-07-25T17:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:08:59.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here are pics from Conan and Tsubasa Chronicles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/Edogawa.5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/320/Edogawa.5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/Syaoran.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/320/Syaoran.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/Shinichi.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/320/Shinichi.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/Together.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/320/Together.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/Sakura.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/320/Sakura.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115382061367547856?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115382061367547856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115382061367547856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115382061367547856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115382061367547856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/here-are-pics-from-conan-and-tsubasa.html' title='Here are pics from Conan and Tsubasa Chronicles'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115380387312514151</id><published>2006-07-25T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T20:40:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Me also!</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna continue too! Jazper, that story bout war seems.. umm... World War na kaagad??? Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua saw the picture and wondered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;get this small? Where am I?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Suddenly, Nicah came in the door. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew it was a girl's room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Hi Joshua!!! You're so cute....." She said as she pinched Joshua's cheeks. Joshua got irritated.&lt;br /&gt;"How'd I get this small??? Tell me!!! What happened???"&lt;br /&gt;"You're cuter now than yesterday. Haha."&lt;br /&gt;"Cmon! Listen to me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Here Joshua. Good thing Jasper found some small clothes in your house. If you gave away your clothes to charity, you would be wearing my old clothes instead."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua shuddered. "Eeeew."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua changed from his too-big-for-his-size-now clothes to his old and small clothes, of course, in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah got a ruler and measured him. "You are 3 feet 6 inches. How's that?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah whatever. Did Carlos have something to do with this?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well... Yes. But we better hurry, Jasper called for an important meeting."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all gathered in Jasper's house.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Jem went to Joshua and pinched his cheeks.&lt;br /&gt;He got irritated again. "Ahhh! Stop it!'&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "Cmon Joshua. It's only now that you get to be cute."&lt;br /&gt;"Shut up."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said, "Back to business." His chest still hurt but it was healing. "We got a message from Carlos. The poptoposin will heal in 10 days. But the Apoptoxin...," he looked at Joshua,"...He has no idea when it will heal."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was furious. "What???! How do you expect I be this small???! Now I feel what Shinichi feels."&lt;br /&gt;"Hey. It's better you became small than die! Anyway," he said. He then looks at the others. "I was watching the news. They have reported the old castle explosion. They didn't see us, they wouldn't believe us either."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jem started talking. "I heard someone died in this place. I saw it in the news. The police suspects it was suicide but the family insists it was murder."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah decided, "We're gonna go there and solve it. Who knows, we might be famous!"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper teased Joshua. "Sorry Josh, PG 12. Haha!"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua frowned. "Oh man! I hate being small!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/24633928-115380387312514151?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115380387312514151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115380387312514151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115380387312514151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115380387312514151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/me-also.html' title='Me also!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115379194073439230</id><published>2006-07-25T09:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:45:40.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story?</title><content type='html'>Okay, I'ma start writing a new story, if you don't want it then just tell me so I'll stop. The characters are the same so it's kind of a continuation but a whole different twist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Jasper," said his mom. "Wake up! There's something on the news!!"&lt;br /&gt; Jasper groaned and moaned until he finally was half awake.&lt;br /&gt; "Hurry!" said Jasper's mom. "Check the TV news channel, okay?" and with that she left.&lt;br /&gt; Jasper checked the clock. In the sleepiest manner one could not even imagine, he said, "Oh my gosh... it's 3 am... gimme a break!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Jasper, still in his sleepwear, went to his mom who was watching TV.&lt;br /&gt; "This is it," said a man on the TV who Jasper recognized... George Bush. "I declare war with the Philippines."&lt;br /&gt; "No way..." said Jasper.&lt;br /&gt; "That's impossible!!!" shouted Jasper's mom.&lt;br /&gt; Jasper reached for the phone and dialed some numbers. "Hello, may I please speak with Joshua? Thanks... ... Joshua! Meeting, outside GCF, ASAP"&lt;br /&gt; He did the same to Jem and Yanna and told Yanna to tell Nicah for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The five then assembled outside GCF.&lt;br /&gt; "Have you guys watched the news?" asked Jasper.&lt;br /&gt; "I can't believe it..." said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "Who does PGMA think we are?" asked Joshua in a furious way. "Does she think we're her progeny sitting like ducks waiting to die?"&lt;br /&gt; "I don't know if PGMA has anything to do with this," said Yanna. "After all, it was George Bush who declared."&lt;br /&gt; "I thought that Philippines and USA are like colleagues," said Jem in a soft voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "This is really strange," said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "I know why," said a man dressed up as if he's part of the military who came out of nowhere. The five suddenly jerked their heads towards him. "Since Philippines and USA are friends, USA decided to take advantage of them."&lt;br /&gt; "Why?" asked Jem.&lt;br /&gt; "Great Depression strikes again..." said the soldier.&lt;br /&gt; "Great depression?" asked the five.&lt;br /&gt; The soldier sighed. "It's like this... USA uses machines right? Now the machines just keep on making product without stop and because of that, they have a big number of products. Now the people in USA bought all the products but still the machines continue making the products and since everyone in USA has these products already, no one buys them, so USA decides to sell them to foreign market but then the demands are low, so basically, USA is out of money."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Is that Great Depression?" asked Jasper.&lt;br /&gt; "That's the cause of Great Depression... surplus products," said the soldier. "Great Depression is when most stores are closed because of this surplus products and people lose jobs and they're all out of money... so USA decides to engage in war with us. Have you hear how they started it?"&lt;br /&gt; "Bush just declared it," said Joshua.&lt;br /&gt; "No... military bases have been bombed by US planes..." said the soldier.&lt;br /&gt; "No way! How come we don't know?" asked Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "It happened in the middle of the night... in secret..." said the soldier. "Buildings just exploded and stuff... we didn't even know they were planes. But I found out."&lt;br /&gt; "How?" asked Jem.&lt;br /&gt; "I'm a spy..." said the soldier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "And also," said the soldier. "I heard about you five... all detective and stuff. Trust me, I can help you."&lt;br /&gt; The soldier handed each one of them a card with his name and contact number. "But my identity should remain a secret and now I should go. Goodbye."&lt;br /&gt; Then the soldier quickly left before anyone could say bye. A soft zephyr blew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "It must be something for that soldier to come to us instead of going to the military for help," said Yanna.&lt;br /&gt; "That means," said Jasper. "This is our job. Joshua, guns, lots and good strong ones. This is serious... and it's our assignment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry if that's boring, but every start of a story is boring right? Don't worry, when we get to the war part it'll be fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115379194073439230?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115379194073439230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115379194073439230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115379194073439230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115379194073439230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-story_25.html' title='New Story?'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115373367365954469</id><published>2006-07-24T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T17:34:33.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts?</title><content type='html'>Man I'm a great writer!&lt;br /&gt;So what are the gifts? Don't tell me it's another hug of yours! Hug Jazz instead!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I do not mind... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt; Yabang ko!!! &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115373367365954469?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115373367365954469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115373367365954469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115373367365954469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115373367365954469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/gifts.html' title='Gifts?'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115372660283702914</id><published>2006-07-24T15:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:36:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG</title><content type='html'>EY GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh... That is one my favorite stories!!! Thanks Josh and Jazz for writing it... And since you did SUCH a great job... I'm giving all of us a gift! But you have to wait... Give it about 2 weeks or so. Then you'll love me forever. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighty then, God bless and love ya'll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Nicah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115372660283702914?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115372660283702914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115372660283702914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115372660283702914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115372660283702914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/omg.html' title='OMG'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115372311611253180</id><published>2006-07-24T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T14:38:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Explosion</title><content type='html'>Wahhh! Since we had no classes today, I have to make up on one Saturday! Haha. Our bonding is postponed. Hahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, let me continue the story. This is what Jasper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man chuckled and pressed the button. He laughed as all the doors closed and a timer started counting, "5..4..3.."&lt;br /&gt;The kids all shouted, except Joshua, who was asleep. "2..1..0...Initiating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BOOM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua woke up. "Phew! It was only a dream" Then he saw a picture of the explding mansios.&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that's a weird story. Who in the world would picture an exploding house at the precise second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is my cont. Thanks Jazz for the idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man smiled and chuckled. *cough*&lt;br /&gt;He clicked the button. The timer sounded counting. "5 mins."&lt;br /&gt;The old man smiled evilly, "Goodbye! Hehehe." And he died.&lt;br /&gt;As soon as Yanna noticed that, the kids ran as fast as they can. But Jasper and Joshua were slowing them down. Then suddenly, a door closed in front of them. "4 mins. 30 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;A computer was on the wall. "Enter Password"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah looked at Carlos. "Do you know the password to override the doors?"&lt;br /&gt;Carlos panicked. "Unfortunately no. But I heard it was related to Sherlock Holmes."&lt;br /&gt;Jem typed Sherlock, Holmes, Sherlock Holmes, Watson, but nothing worked.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos said, "Try other detectives."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna typed Kudo Shinichi. Wrong. Edogawa Conan. Wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah asked, "Why'd you write that?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna replied, "Umm... Nothing..."&lt;br /&gt;"4 mins"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They panicked. Joshua was sleeping. Jasper was hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper thought and coughingly said. "6457530"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah typed it and miraculously the door opened.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah asked, "How did you know?"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper replied, "Help me now. Help you later."&lt;br /&gt;"3 mins. 30 seconds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran and typed as fast as they can. They reached one door however with a diff. password.&lt;br /&gt;"2 mins 45 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;Carlos said. "I don't know anythin else!"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah replied. "What will we do?"&lt;br /&gt;"2 mins. 30 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;They panicked. Typing everything they can.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Jem, unconsciously wroted "cows". The door opened.&lt;br /&gt;"1 min. 30 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;Jem said, "I have no idea why they put that!"&lt;br /&gt;And they ran to the front door. One last computer.&lt;br /&gt;"45 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said. "We have no time." And with his last ounce of strength, he pushed a wooden wall beside the door. Sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper fell. Nicah rushed to help him. "Leave me..." he said.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah urged him on, "No, I won't."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Jem rushed out of the mansion, carrying the small Joshua in their arms.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos ran to the street after them.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah and Jasper were left.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos shouted, "Come on!!!"&lt;br /&gt;"10 seconds"&lt;br /&gt;"9"&lt;br /&gt;"8"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah looked at Jasper, "Jasper!!"&lt;br /&gt;"7"&lt;br /&gt;"6"&lt;br /&gt;"5"&lt;br /&gt;"4"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper looked at Nicah. "Nicah!"&lt;br /&gt;"3"&lt;br /&gt;"2"&lt;br /&gt;"1"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper rolled over, putting Nicah under him.&lt;br /&gt;"Initiating"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos, Jem, and Yanna watched the mansion, as it exploded with Jasper and Nicah outside it.&lt;br /&gt;"NO!!!"&lt;br /&gt;They stood there. As if waiting for them to come out of the smoke.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing came out.&lt;br /&gt;The girls sobbbed and went inside the car, putting Joshua in the back seat. Carlos watched. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tell me the medicine worked...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As they were about to leave, a shadow came out of the smoke. A tall person leaning on a small girl. Nicah and Jasper.&lt;br /&gt;"Yes!" Yanna and Jem shouted.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos smiled. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep. It worked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon they were all going home. Carlos dropped of in one corner.&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be finding a new home. Thanks!"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah asked him. "Are you okay by yourself?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Bye Guys! Thanks! God Bless!"&lt;br /&gt;And they separated their ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epilogue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua woke up on a bed. It was not his bedroom. No.&lt;br /&gt;He saw a picture of Yanna, Jasper, Jem, Nicah and Carlos. And a small kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why am I not there?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fell of the bed. He stood up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I suddenly feel like I shrunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked at the mirror and the picture.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man..." He said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115372311611253180?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115372311611253180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115372311611253180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115372311611253180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115372311611253180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/explosion.html' title='Explosion'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115357459384387172</id><published>2006-07-22T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:05:23.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Denouement</title><content type='html'>Hey! I don't wanna act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun was pointed straight at Nicah. She was sweating.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm going to count to 10..." said the older man. "If you don't become a good girl and go to that room and stay there... I'm going to kill you!"&lt;br /&gt;The old man started to reload the bullets. "S***... one last bullet... oh well... this is where I plan where it all ends up in"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah sighed... "I guess this is it..." A tear rolled down her cheek.&lt;br /&gt;"1..." said the older man. "2... 3.... are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yes..." said Nicah determined. "I'm going home Lord..."&lt;br /&gt;"1..." said the older man again. "2... 3... ellipsis... 10!"&lt;br /&gt;Everything stopped for a milisecond. Joshua stood up and said,&lt;br /&gt;"An ellipsis is in layman's terms, 'dot dot dot.' It is used when you want to skip many words, letters or numbers." Then he sat down on the ground and time replayed.&lt;br /&gt;"10!" the villain squeezed the trigger. Jasper watched from the ground. Voluntarily, he stood, ran, pushed Nicah just in time, and hit the wall.The bullet hit him smack in the heart. The good thing was that he was wearing a bulletproof jacket. Although he was, the impact of the bullet broke his bones. He couldn't stand up. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I need to pretend I'm dead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah shouted, "JASPER!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now two of them were down. Jasper and Joshua. Carlos knew what to do to help them. But he had to make use of the situation facing him. He grabbed a stick on the ground and threw it at the old man's feet. The old man screamed as the pointed part hit his Achille's heel. He knelt on the floor in pain. Nicah ran to him and kicked him hard on the solar plexus.&lt;br /&gt;"Arrgh!" The old man scremaed as he bent over in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna ran and stepped on the old man's back.&lt;br /&gt;"Ooooowwww!" He said.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jem went to him and did the most natural thing.&lt;br /&gt;"We win! You lose! Bluuuh!" With her tounge faced at him.&lt;br /&gt;The three then tied him up on the side of the wall while Carlos did something to him that made him unconscious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man's gun landed at Joshua's feet. Joshua kicked it out of sight. Then he lay down in pain of his head and body. Jasper was lying at the opposite, with cracked bones and blood on his chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos took two pills from his pocket. "Jasper, here are 2 pills I made. One is Apoptoxin and the other is Poptoposin. Both could regenerate body damage."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah went to Carlos, "What's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;"I only have two. Luckily only 2 got hurt today."&lt;br /&gt;"So what's the difference?"&lt;br /&gt;"Poptoposin takes 2 weeks to heal and it is extremely painful. This makes the cells in the body release a chemical called Poptopose. A cell regeneration chemical. Normally, bones would grow back for many months. This reduces it to a few."&lt;br /&gt;Jem and Yanna went to Carlos. They asked, "What then is Apoptoxin?"&lt;br /&gt;"Ahhh. Apoptoxin. It makes cells release a chemical called Apoptose. It is also cell regeneration on two different scales. The first stage takes a few minutes. Apoptose is a dangerous chemical used to destroy cells. It reduces them by 50%. So if your body contained 50000000 cells, it's effects will give you 25000000 cells. I've never tested it myself but the first stage should work perfectly. I tried it on my pet monkey Charles. Charles was reduced to the size of a baby. Apoptose removes the damaged cells and leaves only healthy cells."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna replied. "It sounds so familiar."&lt;br /&gt;"I'm betting you watch Detective Conan. I got the idea from there. Apoptoxin... It also activates another hormone which speeds up cell regeneration. It's different from Poptopose so I called it Hormone X."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper was listening and made his choice. "*cough* I choose Poptopose. I don't wanna reduce my size. I'd rather go the hard way."&lt;br /&gt;Carlos replied. "Which means, Joshua should take Apoptoxin."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah said. "Cool! A real Detective Conan!"&lt;br /&gt;Jem said, "Nah! Joshua's dumb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper drank the Poptopose. His heart or more precisely, the bones surrounding it were paining." Ahh. He could stand, but the pain still hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua lay down unconscious. But he could still feel. He couldn't see, nor hear but he could feel. He felt a small capsule placed on his mouth and water. He felt his body burning. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is this???&lt;/span&gt; And he felt no more. For he swept to unconsciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Jem were carrying the small Joshua, who had shrunk. Carlos and Nicah helped Jasper walk. they all made it to the exit. Yanna looked back at the man. She saw him carrying a remote like thing. He clicked it. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Typical. Self-destruction bomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"SELF-DSTRUCTION BOMB! RUN!," she shouted.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115357459384387172?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115357459384387172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115357459384387172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115357459384387172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115357459384387172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/denouement.html' title='The Denouement'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115355987616646103</id><published>2006-07-22T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T17:17:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hi everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>hi hi hi hi hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are all of you (as if I haven't seen you in long....)??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just posted to say........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AYE!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;See you soon!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lotsa love....&lt;br /&gt;YaNnA&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115355987616646103?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115355987616646103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115355987616646103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115355987616646103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115355987616646103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/hi-everyone.html' title='hi everyone!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Yanna L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760229939330717618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-A4qPss6s/TWj-ZfNL3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZQZYXr3BtO0/s220/daughter%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115354312149141895</id><published>2006-07-22T12:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T12:38:41.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get-Together</title><content type='html'>hey mga peepz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a get-together sometime... Like sa bahay ni Jem... or Joshua. Or sports outing... wall climbing... badminton... or whatever. Let's just have a barkada outing!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in favor say, "aye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aye!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nicah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115354312149141895?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115354312149141895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115354312149141895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115354312149141895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115354312149141895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/get-together.html' title='Get-Together'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115348435793807678</id><published>2006-07-21T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T20:19:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally... a post ^^</title><content type='html'>"This is it..." said the older man pulling a rifle out from its rack. "Say bye bye..."  he said as he pointed the rifle to Joshua.&lt;br /&gt; "No!" shouted Nicah as she ran to the older man and did something really unexpected. She leaped into the air and turned 360 degrees with her leg extended which then hit the older man. "If anyone is to die... it's me..."&lt;br /&gt; The older man then regained his stand and grabbed Nicah by the collar of her shirt. "You think you can just do that?" He then held her collar and pressed her back to the wall. He then lift his rifle up and with Nicah's back against the wall and her forehead pinned with the muzzle of the rifle.&lt;br /&gt; "I'm going to count to 10..." said the older man. "If you don't become a good girl and go to that room and stay there... I'm going to kill you!"&lt;br /&gt; The old man started to reload the bullets. "S***... one last bullet... oh well... this is where I plan where it all ends up in"&lt;br /&gt; Nicah sighed... "I guess this is it..." A tear rolled down her cheek.&lt;br /&gt; "1..." said the older man. "2... 3.... are you sure?"&lt;br /&gt; "Yes..." said Nicah determined. "I'm going home Lord..."&lt;br /&gt; "1..." said the older man again. "2... 3... ellipsis... 10!"&lt;br /&gt; As he counted ten, the old man dropped his rifle. Nicah then saw him being choked by  Joshua. "I love acting," he said.&lt;br /&gt; This was when Yanna suddenly noticed something, the rifle had more than one bullet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry guys... not in the mood to continue so go ahead&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115348435793807678?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115348435793807678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115348435793807678' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115348435793807678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115348435793807678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/finally-post.html' title='Finally... a post ^^'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115322355481255182</id><published>2006-07-18T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:52:34.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Doctor's Climax</title><content type='html'>Nicah woke up. The last thing she knew was that she had been kidnapped and the car broken. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where am I?&lt;/span&gt; She heard a voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you awake now?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who is he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cmon Nicah. You can do it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How does he know me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes opened and she saw a boy. Roughly the same age. She knew who he was.&lt;br /&gt;"Carlos?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah. It's me. Here, drink this, this will cool you down." He showed her a bottle of coca-cola.&lt;br /&gt;'Where are we?" Nicah asked as she drank.&lt;br /&gt;"I believe we are somewhere where are kidnappers brought us."&lt;br /&gt;She looked around the room. It was small, with one small door at the end.&lt;br /&gt;The boy continued, "Frankly, I haven't the faintest idea where we are. We might be in a house, or a dungeon."&lt;br /&gt;"You didn't see them bring you here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Nope, they put me to sleep. Let me guess, while in the car, they stopped and you smelled a chemical gas that made you sleep."&lt;br /&gt;"How many hours have we've been here?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well... If my clock is still working, I'd say I was around here 12 hours. You came in here 5 hours ago."&lt;br /&gt;"Had any luck trying to get out."&lt;br /&gt;"Nope. The door won't budge. It is triple locked from the outside."&lt;br /&gt;"Why did they kidnap you at first?"&lt;br /&gt;"Well... it's something I do."&lt;br /&gt;"What?"&lt;br /&gt;'You may not believe me, but I research on medicine. I'm a doctor. Young as I look, I keep this a secret. Somehow, it leaked. The weird thing is, I've never told this before. Not even my parents."&lt;br /&gt;"Wow. How are we gonna get out of here?"&lt;br /&gt;"I thought about it. If they get captured, they may not tell the police and we will be stuck here...forever."&lt;br /&gt;"No, we won't."&lt;br /&gt;"How do you know?"&lt;br /&gt;"I have faith in God and my friends." A view of the other 4 popped in her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, amidst their talking, the door unbolted and they saw the old man's face again.&lt;br /&gt;"Hehe," smiling evilly. "Here are two of your so-called friends. It won't be long till I capture the other 2. He shoved Yanna and Jem inside and quickly closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Jasper and Joshua are still there." Nicah had hope.&lt;br /&gt;Carlos took out something from his pocket. It was a water of some sort. "Here. I invented this Teoxin. It dissolves in water and takes away sleepiness. Unconsciousness can't be healed though. This is how I stay up late assignments and wake up early for classes." He chuckled. Then he went over to Yanna and Jem and made them drink the Teoxin.&lt;br /&gt;"Give it 5 more minutes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper met Joshua at the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper breathily asked, "You found them?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was losing consciousness then. "No... They're...floor...think..."&lt;br /&gt;"What? I can't understand you."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua's sight was blurring. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They're there in that room. Need to... save... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper put Joshua on his back and ran. Joshua was losing energy. He saw a door. At the front of the door was the old man. With a gun pointed straight at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna woke up. She saw Jem on her side. *cough* "Joshua..."&lt;br /&gt;She stood up. "Joshua's in trouble! He's somewhere..." She looked around. "You didn't get out yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah replied, "Sadly not."&lt;br /&gt;Jem opened her eyes. Carlos was staring right at her. She stammered. "Are...are...are you Carlos?" &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nicah was right. He was handsome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carlos said, "She's awake. Now what do we do?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "You haven't seen how to go out yet?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah replied, "Aha. I forgot about your observation skills."&lt;br /&gt;"The answer is there on the door. This place is so creepy. A man covered us with this chemical. Jasper fell down a floor. Joshua's hitting the wall again and again."&lt;br /&gt;She found a board on the other side. She wedged it in the small gap between the hinge and the door. She pushed. Carlos, Nicah and Jem helped. The door budged.&lt;br /&gt;"Where'd you learn that?" Carlos asked.&lt;br /&gt;"Pirates of the Caribbean." She replied. And they ran to the door at the other side of the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gun was pointed at Jasper. He couldn't move.&lt;br /&gt;"Drop the boy. Let's settle this one on one."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper didn't know what to do. He heard Joshua whisper. "Drop me..."&lt;br /&gt;He did. And quickly he ran toward the old man. He kicked the gun out of his hand. The man was surprised. Jasper took a white belt from his pocket and tied it in his forehead. Surprisingly, the old man, took a black belt from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh man. There is no way I could beat this.&lt;/span&gt; Then he heard someone's voice in the distance. "Yes you can... I believe in you..." This gave him strength. He felt the chinese spirit rushing around him.&lt;br /&gt;"Woooooo-ya!" He cried.&lt;br /&gt;"Haaaaa-yu!" His opponent cried.&lt;br /&gt;And they fought. Jasper kicked high. His opponent punched his stomach. Jasper muffled. He noticed Joshua slowly reaching for the door. He had to give him more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua heard banging on the door. He crawled to it, a nail scraped him in his arm. Blood was oozing out.&lt;br /&gt;"Arrrgh!" He cried. He crawled to the door and rested his back on the door. Vibrations. He heard Jem shout. Slowly, he pulled his hand up. He and Jasper were losing. He couldn't reach the handle. His eyes were dimming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper defended on every move. He didn't have the strength to fight a black belt. He got kicked to the floor. The opponent's foot was on his chin. He was losing. But he nevertheless never gave up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua reached for the handle. He forced hiself up, grabbed the handle, and turned the knob. The others pushed the door and they came out. Yanna came to him with Carlos. Joshua opposed her. "Save Jasper." Then he felt his heart beating, loudly. "Carlos!" He heard a thump on the ground. And that thump simultaneously sent him to a darkness called night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper couldn't move. Evrything ached. He looked to the door. Joshua couldn't open it. No. Jasper looked up, trying to bear the pain the black belt gave him. Then he heard a voice. "Jasper!!!" He looked at a girl. He knew who she was though he couldn't remember. Everything turned white. "Aaah!" He couldn't move. "Here! Save him!" He felt his heart beat. It pained him. He closed his eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115322355481255182?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115322355481255182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115322355481255182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115322355481255182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115322355481255182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/doctors-climax.html' title='The Doctor&apos;s Climax'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115314368377412459</id><published>2006-07-17T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T21:41:45.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the trail once again...</title><content type='html'>Joshua said, "Kerosene. A substance that is very flammable. Usually used in torches and stuff, this string was soaked with kerosene. This makes it very flammable."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna asked, "So what if it's flammable?  What would  happen?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua replied slyly, "Here comes the wine. I guess that wine is one brand called Spirit. It has 96% alcohol in it. If fire comes in contact with it, it might cause a fire or something equal to a bomb. Judging by the wire, I bet it has been used sometime for the past 12 hours."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper checked the time. "1:45"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua smiled. "So it all fits now. If my deductions are correct, we'd find a very important clue in the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They arrived at the crime scene. Yanna started searching for something she doesn't know.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper started lifting some heavy things. Jem stared at Joshua, who was apparently looking for something. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep. It does smell like wine! &lt;/span&gt;Jem saw a glint of glass as Jasper lifted up the broken wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey guys! I think I saw a piece of glass or soemthing!"&lt;br /&gt;They all turned to the glass. "Isn't the glass supposed to be burned or broken by now?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua answered. "It isn't. It wasn't here the first place. It was dropped by one of the guys who kidnapped Carlos or maybe when they kidnapped Nicah."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna noticed something. She broke the glass in half. Sliced in the middle of the two was a piece or paper with an address. "That was easy, wasn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They huried in the car. As soon as they stopped, they looked. A house stood there. A beautiful one. With flower pots, colorful bricks and all.&lt;br /&gt;Jem said. "It seems too innocent to be a villain's house."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna looked at the address and turned around and saw a house on the other side of the street.&lt;br /&gt;"Umm... guys. Turn back."&lt;br /&gt;They all turned back and looked at the house behind them. More precisely, a large, dark, uninhabitated mansion. All but Jasper fidgeted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We can't let those guys kidnap Nicah!" Jasper said.&lt;br /&gt;"And Carlos" Jem added.&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah and Carlos. We have to act right now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They noticed a black minivan on their right. They knew this was the villain's hideout. Somewhere in one of those dungeons hold Nicah and Carlos. Without looking back, they took a step forward... into the darkness of the castle's shadow of doom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...NOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper kicked open the gate. Jem and Yanna followed. With Joshua in the back and his laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They ran across the lawn separating them and the mansion. Each step brought them a sense of fear. Jasper opened the door. "Hello?" It was totally dark. No lights of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua turned on a light. It was coming from his watch. "I installed it in your watches too."&lt;br /&gt;They all walked in. Jasper at front and Joshua at the back. They found nothing. No traces of where Nicah and Carlos are. No voices. No sound. They didn't dare speak to each other and break the silence. It was creepier now. Only Jasper and Joshua stayed calm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper whispered, "Where are they?" Then they heard a cracking of floorboard. Yanna and Jem screamed as Jasper fell down to the floor below.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua beamed the light down on the crack. "Jasper! Are you all right?!" He shone the light. Jasper lay down on the floor looking up. "I think I have found a secret passageway!"&lt;br /&gt;"Great! We'll be down there in a few seconds." Josh replied. "Um.. Yanna, Jem, I think we need to..." He looked back. They were gone. "WHERE ARE YOU??! Oh man. Jasper, I lost them!"&lt;br /&gt;"What???!"&lt;br /&gt;"I smell chemicals or something like that. Wait... I think they were forced to sleep."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah they were. You find them, I'd look for Nicah and Carlos."&lt;br /&gt;"This is getting worse than I thought."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED... NOW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lost Group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper rushed through the corridor. There was no light but the light from his watch. He noticed another hallway covered with boards of wood. He kicked it open and ran. "NICAH! I'M COMING TO SAVE YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua started running. He chased the smell of a chemical, mostly used by crooks to stun people. He knew they were somewhere there. He heard a cough. "Joshua..." He turned to teh hallway to the right. Stop. Dead end. Where did they go? "Joshua..." He heard it somewhere. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It must be behind this wall.&lt;/span&gt; He hit the wall with full speed but the wall wouldn't budge. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;If only I was stronger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was evolving to a life and death situation. Jasper ran. The wall seemed endless. Suddenly he stepped on a liquid. "Oh man. It's oil!" He saw a light at the end. "Yes!" As he got closer, he noticed a man was carrying a torch. Fire. "Oh my!" There was nowhere else to go but back where he started. The man laughed as he tossed the torch in the oil. Fire spurred evrywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper looked back, the fire was gaining on him. Then he stopped running. "For Nicah..." then surprisingly he rushed towards the fire, through the fire at full speed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Aaaaagh!" BAAM It wouldn't budge. Only josh's muscles ached. "I can do this." He paced backwards, ran for the wall. BAAM A frustrated Joshua lay down on the floor. Muscles aching and blood rushing to his head, he stood up once again to try it. BAAM CRASH! Joshua broked the wall. But then he found himself fainting. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No. I gotta save them. I must. &lt;/span&gt;He regained his consciousness and ran down the stairs, hoping to resolve all this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper ran to the man. With his jacket burning he knocked down the man, whom he recognized as the younger man from the police station. He quickly removed his jacke and ran upstairs. Suddenly, he bumped with Joshua at the same level.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper breathily asked, "You found them?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was losing consciousness then. "No... They're...floor...think..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED... (I want to continue this, thanks)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115314368377412459?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115314368377412459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115314368377412459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115314368377412459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115314368377412459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/on-trail-once-again.html' title='On the trail once again...'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115303922417736796</id><published>2006-07-16T16:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:40:24.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Ey guys... sorry if I'm not posting much and not exactly continuing the story... I'm feeling this kinda sad feeling... Well I'm not exactly gonna post what I feel here cause it's kinda... how should I say this... private? Hehe... so sorry nlng, God bless y'all and nice layout :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115303922417736796?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115303922417736796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115303922417736796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115303922417736796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115303922417736796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/sorry.html' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115303706090963169</id><published>2006-07-16T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T16:04:20.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohooo... sharing :))</title><content type='html'>Hey guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't mind naman that I changed the layout... right? Kasi the fonts are too big for my screen. I feel old reading such big letters... @.@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hope you like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;3,&lt;br /&gt;Nicah-nics :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115303706090963169?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115303706090963169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115303706090963169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115303706090963169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115303706090963169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/woohooo-sharing.html' title='Woohooo... sharing :))'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115279324308998101</id><published>2006-07-13T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T20:20:43.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ambush</title><content type='html'>"Wait," Joshua said. Looking at the computer. "The dot's moving again!!!"&lt;br /&gt;They watched the dot move, slowly at first, then faster and faster then at last it disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man!!!" They all said. Jasper deduced. "Must have been destroyed."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They rented a car to go to the address they had seen. Probably something's there. They parked in front of the house. Jasper, Joshua and Yanna stayed in the car. Jem went up to the porch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DING-DONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The door opened. "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;Jem replied, "Hello ma'am. Just asking, did you see a black minivan park here a while ago?"&lt;br /&gt;The kind old lady replied, "I'm sorry. I haven't."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you very much!"&lt;br /&gt;"You're welcome! And, here's a treat for you." She handed her a bag of cookies. She then closed the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem went in the car and told the others. Jasper started driving to his house.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna wondered. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do I have this stain on my shirt? Maybe it's be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua looked at her. "Hey, what's bothering you?"&lt;br /&gt;"It's just this stain on my shirt."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, Jem and Joshua looked back.&lt;br /&gt;Jem asked, "What is it?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua got a small part of it with his hand. "It's liquid. I think it's wine."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper asked, "When do you think did you get that stain?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna replied, "I don't know. Probably in their van."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper parked the car on the street.&lt;br /&gt;"But what is wine doing in a van like that?"&lt;br /&gt;Jem said, "Beats me. We don't even know where they are?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said solemnly. "This is a crime with no clues."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said again, "Wait. In the car I got something. It was so dark I tried to get everything I hold. It's here." She took out, from her pocket, a long piece of rope. "It was so long that I had to cut only a part of it."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua took it. He looked at it, then smelled it. Then smiled. "My friends, I have figured out how, why and when the house burnt up. This piece of rope was soaked with kerosene!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115279324308998101?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115279324308998101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115279324308998101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115279324308998101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115279324308998101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/ambush_115279324308998101.html' title='Ambush'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115278867460488263</id><published>2006-07-13T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T19:04:34.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haha guys. Take a look at this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/1600/Conan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3378/2574/320/Conan.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115278867460488263?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115278867460488263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115278867460488263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115278867460488263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115278867460488263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/haha-guys-take-look-at-this.html' title='Haha guys. Take a look at this!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115275381424507193</id><published>2006-07-13T08:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T09:27:06.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh man.</title><content type='html'>Hey Jaz. That was a bit boring I think. Went straight to the police. I like the part when the guys thought they were joking. But I would when they surrendered. Man that was boring. I'll continue the part from the station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Officer," said Joshua in the car. "We have a friend who's kidnapped."&lt;br /&gt;"We'll talk about it in the station," said the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They then reached the station and the policemen led the five people in. All of them were handcuffed to prevent escape. They were led to a room where one policeman sat down on a chair behind a desk while the five people just sat down on chairs in front of the desk. It was a small room with only a chair, a desk, and six chairs for suspects. Another policeman stood in the back of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We didn't do anything!" The two suspects said.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh yes you did! You kidnapped 2 of our friends. Well, maybe we don't know the other one but who cares?" Joshua said. He looked at the inspector.&lt;br /&gt;"Inspector," said Joshua. "I accuse them of kidnapping Carlos Panganiban from 25 Georgeton Street, Fort City, Metro Manila and Nicole Peña!"&lt;br /&gt;"Is this true?" the inspector asked the suspects.&lt;br /&gt;"Kids watch too much Detective Conan these days." the older man replied. "Of course not! My son and I just went on a trip to Baguio, that's all."&lt;br /&gt;The inspector eyed the kids. "I'm sorry kids. But we just can't arrest an innocent person."&lt;br /&gt;Jem replied, "They're not innocent! They're guilty I tell you."&lt;br /&gt;"Any proof?"&lt;br /&gt;The kids were dumbfounded. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What proof did we have?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yanna answered for the group. "I was there! They kidnapped me."&lt;br /&gt;"We found you outside the truck with the other kids."&lt;br /&gt;"Yes! They rescued me from them."&lt;br /&gt;"No proof."&lt;br /&gt;"Inspector, please search their pockets."&lt;br /&gt;The inspector searched their pockets but found nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The kids jaws dropped.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "What?! Sir believe us!"&lt;br /&gt;The younger suspect said, "Well, if you don't have proof, inspector, may you release us?"&lt;br /&gt;The inspector replied, "Okay. I am very sorry for the inconvenience we have caused you. These kids must have been daydreaming."&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you inspector."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids went out of the station. They saw the two villains get in the minivan.&lt;br /&gt;"I swear they smirked at us!" Yanna noticed.&lt;br /&gt;Jem replied, "Nobody believes kids these days."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua answered, "The good thing is, they didn't catch you for driving without a license. How will we pay your dad back?"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh man..."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "Let's go to the hospital and visit jasper."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked to the hospital. Apparently their car was wrecked. They enetered the E.R. room and saw Jasper in one of those rooms. His foot has miraculously healed. 2 more hours and he is free from the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua was in shock, "Where did you get so cool healing powers?"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper replied, "No matter. Where the guys jailed?"&lt;br /&gt;Jem answered, "No. The police don't believe kids these days. Apparently they escaped."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper replied, "Then we gotta act quickly"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna said, "The good thing is, I left the homing beacon on their car for emergency."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua opened the computer. He searched for the computer. The red dot rested on one address. 67 Johnson St. Rose Village, Mandaluyong.&lt;br /&gt;"We have to catch them once again." Joshua said.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115275381424507193?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115275381424507193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115275381424507193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115275381424507193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115275381424507193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/oh-man_13.html' title='Oh man.'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115274559030427857</id><published>2006-07-13T07:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T07:11:31.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teeheeü</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;You guys are so mean! None of you included me in even one of story. X( Buti na lang I was super demanding. Sinali na ako ni Joshua in the latest post. Haha!ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Sorry if I'm not posting anymore. I've been really busy and hassled by school. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:tahoma;"&gt;Now, sali niyo na ako sa stories niyo. I posted na eh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper/Joshua: I like pie.&lt;br /&gt;Jem: I like cow. (hindi plural form!)&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: I like Jasper.&lt;br /&gt;Dianna: I like.. mommy? (Heheü I dunno.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joke lang yung kay nicah ha! :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115274559030427857?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115274559030427857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115274559030427857' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115274559030427857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115274559030427857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/teehee.html' title='Teeheeü'/><author><name>Jem</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02113981038530864332</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-24633928.post-115274355026946392</id><published>2006-07-13T06:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:32:30.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOOOO COOL!</title><content type='html'>I love this storreeeeee!!!! The island story wasn't going anywhere anyway. xD :)) SEE YOU GUYS ON FRIIIIDAAAAY!!!!! WALANG PASOOOK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nicah nics&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115274355026946392?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115274355026946392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115274355026946392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115274355026946392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115274355026946392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/soooo-cool.html' title='SOOOO COOL!'/><author><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03128438544098242001</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i241.photobucket.com/albums/ff161/nixachu/Walangpasok.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115271645335940453</id><published>2006-07-12T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T23:00:53.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it just me or am I dying?</title><content type='html'>Suddenly, the opponent car started firing our tires.&lt;br /&gt; "Shoot!" shouted Jem. "The tired are punctured!"&lt;br /&gt; "BEAT THAT!!!" shouted the villains.&lt;br /&gt; "I'll handle this," said Jasper as he leaped out of the car. The opponent car then zoomed while Jasper slowly tied a white headband on his head. Then he raced after the car.&lt;br /&gt; "I can't believe it!" shouted a man in the opponent car. There were 2, one in his 60's and on in his late 20's. "He actually chased us!"&lt;br /&gt; "No matters," said the older one.&lt;br /&gt; Jasper then kicked the door really strong and kicked the tires too.&lt;br /&gt; "You're gonna get it kid!!!" shouted the younger man and shot Jasper right on the leg.&lt;br /&gt; "AUGH!!!!!!!!" shouted Jasper in pain as he lie on the floor. Jem and Joshua then caught up... surprisingly... in the car. Since the opponent car's tires were punctured, Jem and Joshua used the oppurtunity to call the police.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Over there officer," said Jem. &lt;br /&gt; "All right," said the policeman. "All of you get in the police cars!"&lt;br /&gt; To their surprise, three police cars and an ambulance were actually behind them. Some policemen came out of the cars to help Jasper into the ambulance.&lt;br /&gt; Jem, Joshua, Yanna and the two men got in the cars. Jem, Joshua and Yanna in one while the two men in the other. They were all driven to the police station.&lt;br /&gt; "Officer," said Joshua in the car. "We have a friend who's kidnapped."&lt;br /&gt; "We'll talk about it in the station," said the officer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; They then reached the station and the policemen led the five people in. All of them were handcuffed to prevent escape. They were led to a room where one policeman sat down on a chair behind a desk while the five people just sat down on chairs in front of the desk. It was a small room with only a chair, a desk, and six chairs for suspects. Another policeman stood in the back of the room.&lt;br /&gt; "Let's get to the bottom of this," said the policeman sitting.&lt;br /&gt; "I kidnapped the girl and shot the kid," said the younger villain. "I will get arrested okay," then he stood up and started leaving with the older man.&lt;br /&gt; Jem stood up, "Oh no you don't!!!" she pointed to them. "Come back now..."&lt;br /&gt; "Why?" asked the policeman. "He admitted it!"&lt;br /&gt; "Because that's not the only thing he did..." said Jem.&lt;br /&gt; "Come back here you two!" shouted the police officer.&lt;br /&gt; The two came back and everyone sat down again.&lt;br /&gt; "What else did you do?" asked the police officer.&lt;br /&gt; "Nothing!" said the older man.&lt;br /&gt; "They kidnapped two other people and until now we don't know where they are," said Yanna.&lt;br /&gt; "Kids are making up stories again," said the younger man.&lt;br /&gt; "Yea," said the older man. "Why would we want to kidnap more kids?"&lt;br /&gt; "Yes," said the policeman. "The kid suspects you of kidnapping more kids..."&lt;br /&gt; "Ya, can you believe them?" asked the older man.&lt;br /&gt; "We are accusing you..." said Joshua. "Of kidnapping two other people. We didn't say kids."&lt;br /&gt; "Okay then," said the younger man. "I made a mistake."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Officer," said Joshua. "I accuse them of kidnapping Carlos Panganiban from 25 Georgeton Street, Fort City, Metro Manila and Nicole Peña!"&lt;br /&gt; "Is this true?" asked the officer.&lt;br /&gt; "Kids, you read too much books," said the older man. "Of course not!"&lt;br /&gt; "I'm sorry," said the policeman to the kids. "But you'll have to prove it."&lt;br /&gt; "And I can!" said Jem standing up. "Officer, inspect their pockets and get EVERYTHING... even the smallest things."&lt;br /&gt; "All right," said the police officer and he did so. "All I found is this piece of paper with and address."&lt;br /&gt; "Find out whose address is that," said Jem.&lt;br /&gt; The police officer then typed it on the computer.&lt;br /&gt; "Wait," said Jem. She turned to the two men. "Do you know anything about this Nicole Peña?"&lt;br /&gt; "No way," said the younger man. "Who is she?"&lt;br /&gt; "I dunno him," said the older man.&lt;br /&gt; "I think it's a her," said the younger man.&lt;br /&gt; "Sorry," said the older man.&lt;br /&gt; "This address is the Peña residence!" shouted the police officer. He turned to the two men. "You say you never heard of Nicole Peña but you have the address to her house!"&lt;br /&gt; "Okay okay," said the younger man. "Here's the address, this is where Nicah and Carlos are." He then jotted down some words and gave it to the police.&lt;br /&gt; "Keep them under supervision for a while," said the police officer to the other police officer.&lt;br /&gt; "Yes sir," he replied.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115271645335940453?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115271645335940453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115271645335940453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115271645335940453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115271645335940453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/is-it-just-me-or-am-i-dying.html' title='Is it just me or am I dying?'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115271329505055346</id><published>2006-07-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T22:08:15.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LOVE WRITING</title><content type='html'>I love this story. It's so cool. I can tell you where I got the ideas from. Detective Conan. Roflolz. Yay. Yanna posted! You should continue this story Jaz. I'm not the only writer. Or maybe I could finish the whole story. hehe. It's so life-threatening now. Sorry I wrote it like that. But it adds to the suspense. Hehe. God Bless! Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL CONTINUE THE STORY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115271329505055346?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115271329505055346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115271329505055346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115271329505055346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115271329505055346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-love-writing.html' title='I LOVE WRITING'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115271179152395902</id><published>2006-07-12T21:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T21:43:11.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang tamad ni jasper...</title><content type='html'>Jasper said, "Here's the plan. First, we need to find out more about these guys. Second, 1 of us goes there as bait to lure them into him. The rest of us watch and observe. And as soon as we can, get in their minivan. Got it?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua looked over his computer. "Okay. First question, how do we go there?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jem is going to regret lending her car to the group. This time, she was driving. Joshua was stuck to the computer researching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna asked, "What are you doing, Josh?"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua replied, "Haha. Developing my detective skills by watching Detective Conan."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna was surprised. "YOU ARE??!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They parked their car one block from the site.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said, "Who's going to be bait?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna volunteered. "For Nicah, yes. For Jasper, no."&lt;br /&gt;They all laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna walked slowly toward the house. She switched her glasses with Joshua's eyeglasses, the one with the hidden camera. While she walked, Joshua and the others were monitoring on the computer.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna looked and saw a car. WDG-456 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Yep it is the car.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;She felt like Ms. Congeniality, with the camera glasses and the hidden speaker. Al she had missing was a gun. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm too young to be carrying guns anyway. &lt;/span&gt;She had to trust her acting skills she went too the old man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man didn't notice. Or at least he didn't seem to be. She went near him. In a flash, he turned and grabbed her. He took a gun and said, "Where are the others?"&lt;br /&gt;She wanted to scream but she couldn't.&lt;br /&gt;"I don't know? Who others?" She hoped this would work.&lt;br /&gt;"Don't lie to me. I could easily squeeze this trigger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joshua, I hope you are watching this because it's getting real scary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua cried. "Oh man! My compuer's busted."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper shushed him. "Shhhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;'I could easily squeeze this trigger.' That was obviously NOT yanna!"&lt;br /&gt;Jem said, "Oh my."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Jasper opened the doors. Joshua didn't care about the computer that fell nor did Jasper care about insulting Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went to the street and was disappointed at what they saw. The car wasn't there. Nor was Yanna. Joshua rushed to the pavement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's no blood. She's alive."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper smiled. My friend, we have succesfully placed a homing beacon on their car. Neither of them would get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;Jem drove the car slowly beside them, also carrying the broken laptop.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua cried. "No! My multimedia library of Detective Conan is ruined!"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper got mad. "How then are we supposed to track her without the computer??!"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua placed the broken laptop in its case and got another one from the bag. "Always keep a spare one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He opened the computer and he tracked down Yanna. Jem drove as fast as she can. They were now on the main highway.&lt;br /&gt;"Their headquarters are far from here I think." Jem said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then the car made a slight turn to the right. Jem followed. It turned to the left, Jem followed.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper replied, "I think you are making him conspicious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115271179152395902?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115271179152395902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115271179152395902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115271179152395902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115271179152395902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/ang-tamad-ni-jasper.html' title='Ang tamad ni jasper...'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115270303652209718</id><published>2006-07-12T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T19:17:16.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....wow...</title><content type='html'>wow you guys are amazing!!! you can think of such kool stories....and im like....wow!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;im sorry im not going online lots.kinda busy with schoolwork and when not,kinda &lt;em&gt;tamad&lt;/em&gt; to go online. :)sorry bout that.&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could add &lt;em&gt;something&lt;/em&gt; to that ala-Conan thing, but once again i'm brainblocked.but let me tell you something.................................WOW!!!!!!!!!! YOU GUYS ROCK!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so happy to find something new every time i visit (not that i'm contributing haha.).&lt;br /&gt;see you and lookin forward to more kool mysteries.......&lt;br /&gt;bye!!!&lt;br /&gt;-----Yanna--------&lt;br /&gt;xoxoxoxoxooxoxoxxo :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115270303652209718?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115270303652209718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115270303652209718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115270303652209718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115270303652209718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow_12.html' title='.....wow...'/><author><name>Yanna L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760229939330717618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-A4qPss6s/TWj-ZfNL3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZQZYXr3BtO0/s220/daughter%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115268783038616119</id><published>2006-07-12T14:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T15:03:50.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little bit of Chess</title><content type='html'>Jasper replied, "It sounds like a chess game. We have to find a way to check mate them. Right smack in the corner."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna asked, "How are we gonna do that?"&lt;br /&gt;"We go to their house and try to sneak in. I have a plan but I need one more person. It was supposed to be Nicah but she's gone. Guess I have to think of another one."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly the doorbell rang. Joshua thought &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Who could that be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi Jem!"&lt;br /&gt;Jasper suddenly shouted, "GREAT!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper, you have to think of your own chess coordinated plan. Thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115268783038616119?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115268783038616119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115268783038616119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115268783038616119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115268783038616119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/little-bit-of-chess.html' title='A little bit of Chess'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115262487418306052</id><published>2006-07-11T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:34:34.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are you Yannaaaaaaaa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115262487418306052?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115262487418306052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115262487418306052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262487418306052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262487418306052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/where-are-you-yannaaaaaaaa.html' title='Where are you Yannaaaaaaaa?'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115262448256648565</id><published>2006-07-11T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:28:02.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangerous Job</title><content type='html'>Joshua couldn't stop thinking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why was Carlos kidnapped? Did he have something? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jasper couldn't stop thinking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why did Carlos call Nicah? Does she have something no one else had?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna couldn't stop thinking. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;How did that old man in the burnt house know sll about Carlos? What guy would monitor a kid until 3 am in the morning?&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As if bulbs had lighted up in their heads, they cried in unison, "NICAH'S IN DANGER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "Oh man. Nicah got the car. How will we get there?"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna got her cellphone and dialled Nicah's number. "Hello? Nicah, where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;"I am already here in his house. The man's here and what's strange is that he seems to know that I'd be here."&lt;br /&gt;"Nicah, whatever you do..."&lt;br /&gt;A sound of glass breaking. Shattered pieces. A terrified scream.&lt;br /&gt;"Nicah! NICAH! Where are you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cmon. Don't tell me the phone was broken.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the screams, she heard a scream. "WDG-456!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper sat down. Mad at himself fornot being with Nicah. Yanna waited. Joshua without any hesitation opened his laptop. Ingeniously, he connected the computer to the phone. He typed the number 5290437. An address appeared on his computer. 25 Georgeton Street, Fort City, Metro Manila and then in all caps - DEMOLISHED. NO BODIES FOUND. But he tried calling the phone through the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" An old voice appeared on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Jasper neared the computer to listen.&lt;br /&gt;"You fool! Don't you know other's might found out..." the line went down.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua called the number again but this time it was a plain dead line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper asked, "Were you able to trace that call?!"&lt;br /&gt;Joshua smiled. "Of course! I got the address."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna then told them about the plate number she heard Nicah mention.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua typed in "WDG-456" in the computer. Through a series of complicated windows, Joshua found a picture of the car. It was a black minivan. Under it was the address.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua smiled, "The addresses match!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115262448256648565?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115262448256648565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115262448256648565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262448256648565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262448256648565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/dangerous-job.html' title='The Dangerous Job'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115262292500627114</id><published>2006-07-11T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T21:02:05.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never did I see the light of the world</title><content type='html'>"Wait..." said Nicah, she dialed 7 random numbers on the phone. The busy tone sounded. She dialed another 7 random number and the busy tone sounded again and she did this several more times. She put the phone down. "I got it!"&lt;br /&gt; "What is it?" asked Jasper, Yanna and Joshua in unison as they directed her attention to her.&lt;br /&gt; "Whenever you call a phone number that does not exist, the busy tone sounds," said Nicah. "When I called that number, we all thought the phone was destroyed because a voice said the number was not available."&lt;br /&gt; "Hey, that's right!" said Jasper. "No wonder the voice did not exactly sound like those in the automatic bank stuff."&lt;br /&gt; "That means," said Joshua. "The number does exist!"&lt;br /&gt; "Of course..." said Yanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "You guys wait here," said Nicah as she ran to the car, leaped in and drove away. "I'll check the area of crime!"&lt;br /&gt; "She's gone..." said Jasper.&lt;br /&gt; Nicah zoomed out of sight driving smoothly yet quickly.&lt;br /&gt; "She's better than you, loser," Jasper said to Joshua.&lt;br /&gt; "She still looks too young too!" shouted Joshua.&lt;br /&gt; "Doesn't matter, she still drives better than you," said Yanna to Joshua.&lt;br /&gt; "All the conspiracies are against me..." said Joshua.&lt;br /&gt; "I haven't updated my vocab lately," said Jasper. "What does that mean?"&lt;br /&gt; "How the heck am I supposed to know..." said Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "By the way," said Jasper. "What's your lead Yanna?"&lt;br /&gt; "Nicah was faster than me..." said Yanna. "She's gone out to ask that man we met."&lt;br /&gt; "That's all?" asked Joshua. &lt;br /&gt; "Not quite," said Yanna. "I didn't tell you this before, but didn't you think of this. Why does a kidnapper kidnap a person?"&lt;br /&gt; "For money..." said Jasper.&lt;br /&gt; "Yes," said Yanna. "Therefore the kidnapper is like saying 'I destroyed your house, I can do the same to your son so give me money'"&lt;br /&gt; "I get it..." said Jasper. "So where did Nicah go?"&lt;br /&gt; "She went off," said Yanna. "She went off to get the reason. The two of us discussed it a while ago."&lt;br /&gt; "I never know anything these days," said Joshua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115262292500627114?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115262292500627114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115262292500627114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262292500627114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262292500627114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/never-did-i-see-light-of-world.html' title='Never did I see the light of the world'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115262203825976171</id><published>2006-07-11T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:47:18.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret Telephone Number</title><content type='html'>Jasper answered, "Don't you understand it? The bomb was a diversion."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "Oooohhh!  So this explosion will cause us to think he died  because of the bomb."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna replied, "I got a theory. At 2 am or earlier, he saw the robbers. Maybe he found his way to the phone and called Nicah. Then he was suddenly grabbed by the robbers."&lt;br /&gt;Nicah mentioned, "Great! Now we are one step closer to finding Carlos."&lt;br /&gt;Joshua replied, "Don't you mean a hundred? We have no clues to where he went. Except for..."&lt;br /&gt;They eyed the piece of paper containing the number.&lt;br /&gt;They all cried in unison, "THE PHONE NUMBER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They all got in the Mini Cooper and started driving back to their headquarters, a.k.a. Jasper's mansion. This time, Joshua drove the Mini Cooper more slowly. It was quiet. They were thinking about the seven numbers. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5290437 What could this mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;They had seen nothing unusual. Yanna could't find anything suspicious. Their only lead was the telephone number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua then said, "What if the "Help" before the telephone number meant something? Or what if the number itself is a code. Nicah, did you record the conversation?"&lt;br /&gt;Nicah sadly replied, "No..."&lt;br /&gt;They all sighed.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly Jasper realized, "Nicah! Did you check your answering machine? Maybe Carlos called back!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They suddenly changed destination. Nicah's house.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah shouted in astonishment. Her house has been ransacked. The door has been left wide open. Nicah rushed to the answering machine, only finding the tape stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah sighed in despair, "They must have got the address from Carlos. Now we don't have any other clues."&lt;br /&gt;Yanna saw something in the corner of her eye. She looked and she smiled. "Maybe not...!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115262203825976171?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115262203825976171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115262203825976171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262203825976171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262203825976171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/secret-telephone-number.html' title='The Secret Telephone Number'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115262014689197326</id><published>2006-07-11T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T20:15:46.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cont.</title><content type='html'>"The place is a wreck," said Yanna.&lt;br /&gt; "We don't need your super good observing power to see that," said Joshua as he got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt; "There's something weird about the formation..." said Yanna as she approached the destroyed house.&lt;br /&gt; Nicah and Jasper got out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "I've got it!" said Yanna as she turned sharply back to the group. "If you look carefully at the pile, the middle is clear. No wood or steel, there is a small empty spot there. Explanation? Simple, it was a bomb. A bomb was placed on the middle which then exploded pushing everything AWAY from it.&lt;br /&gt; "Hey," said Joshua. "That's good thinking."&lt;br /&gt; "That explains it," said Nicah. "But where's Carlos?"&lt;br /&gt; "He's was not found in that wreck," said a rather mature voice from behind the group. It came from a man in his 20's or 30's. "That wreck wasn't exactly moved, but no bodies were found."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Do you know him?" asked Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "Yes," said the man. "He was just at home that time. He said he was not going anywhere. Well, it was around 3 am. His parents were out. Suddenly that house exploded and... he was not in it."&lt;br /&gt; "Okay, thanks," said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "No problem," said the man as he left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "3am?" said Yanna in a rather confused manner. "I thought he called at 2am..."&lt;br /&gt; "That's right..." said Nicah as she thought for a while. "That's it... he was kidnapped."&lt;br /&gt; "What?!" said Yanna, Jasper and Joshua in surprise.&lt;br /&gt; "2am," started Nicah. "He called me at 2am. He seemed calm and wanted a casual talk. Suddenly, he said his phone number and said help. Now, if the reason was the bomb, he wouldn't give his phone number cause then, his phone will have been destroyed. Also, if the reason was the bomb, we couldn't help him before the bomb exploded. He said "Help!" because he saw the stranger. The man then kidnapped him, brought him to wherever, then planted the bomb, and it exploded on 3:00."&lt;br /&gt; "Wow..." said Jasper. "That's nice!"&lt;br /&gt; "But... why?" asked Joshua.&lt;br /&gt; "Good question..." said Nicah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115262014689197326?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115262014689197326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115262014689197326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262014689197326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115262014689197326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/cont_11.html' title='cont.'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115228971699382709</id><published>2006-07-08T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T00:28:37.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GCF...</title><content type='html'>Now in GCF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua said, "I figured out something about the numbers. "&lt;br /&gt;Nicah replied, "I know the address.  25 Georgeton Street, Fort City, Metro Manila."&lt;br /&gt;Josh said, "Great! I packed us some lunch, so we can go there."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper looked at the pack of food Joshua prepared. "You bake?!"&lt;br /&gt;Josh nodded with a smile. "Yup! Creme Brulee!"&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Nicah laughed. "Sounds like something familiar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh sat on the drivers seat.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper volunteered, "Umm... Josh? I think I should drive. you know. You're tooy oung."&lt;br /&gt;Josh replied, "You're too young too!"&lt;br /&gt;"But I look older."&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah whatever."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a very very sharp turn, Yanna shouted, "I'm getting sick of your driving Joshua."&lt;br /&gt;"AHHHHHHH!"&lt;br /&gt;The Mini Cooper they have ridden drove past the street, unaware of the red light on the postr above it. After they had missed a gasoline truck, Joshua stopped the car.&lt;br /&gt;"We're here."&lt;br /&gt;Jasper said "Hey Josh. I need to eat something before I die."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they turned back, astonished as they saw the house that they were looking at. Or more precisely, a burned pile of steel and wood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115228971699382709?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115228971699382709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115228971699382709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115228971699382709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115228971699382709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/gcf.html' title='GCF...'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115228117107616698</id><published>2006-07-07T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T22:06:11.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cont.</title><content type='html'>The next day, Nicah was walking around her favorite park, Clifford Park. She was just slowly taking a stroll and sat on one of the park benches, remembering something that happened at that park just two days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--flashback--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nicah was just sitting down on the park bench looking around and just relaxing. Suddenly, a boy about her age sat down on the bench beside her.&lt;br /&gt; "Hi," said the boy. "I'm Carlos, Carlos Panganiban."&lt;br /&gt; "Hey," said Nicah. "I'm Nicah, Nicah Peña."&lt;br /&gt; "I'm 12 years old," said Carlos. "How about you?"&lt;br /&gt; "Same here," said Nicah. "Well, I just turned 12 last June 30 actually."&lt;br /&gt; "Cool," said Carlos.&lt;br /&gt; The two then talked for an hour... 2... or maybe even 3.&lt;br /&gt; "Oops, I have to go now," said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "All right," said Carlos. "May I have your number?"&lt;br /&gt; "Sure," said Nicah. "Do you have a pen and paper?"&lt;br /&gt; "Yes, I do," said Carlos and pulled out a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket.&lt;br /&gt; "910-**** (I'm not posting ur numbers on the net but I'm trying to keep it as realistic as possible)," said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; Carlos jotted it down and said "Thanks, I'll give you my phone number and address,". He started writing some stuff down. "Maybe I'll call you... 2am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "That's it!" thought Nicah as she snapped her fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt; Carlos gave his phone number and address to Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "Thanks!" said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; Suddenly, a gentle zephyr blew and the piece of paper got free from Nicah's hands and ended up wedged in some branches.&lt;br /&gt; "Oh no," said Nicah. "I'm so sorry!"&lt;br /&gt; "It's ok," said Carlos. "Shoot, that's my last piece of paper. Anyway, I'll call you."&lt;br /&gt; "All right," said Nicah as she left the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Of course!" thought Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; She then looked at at the tree tops of the trees around and indeed, she saw that piece of paper wedged on the tree beside her. She climbed about a foot up or so and jumped, grabbing the piece of paper.&lt;br /&gt; "25 Georgeton Street, Fort City, Metro Manila," Nicah read aloud. "Hah! I got it all right... no wonder the voice sounded so familiar..." She sighed. "It was so cute..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; She then called Jasper, Yanna and Joshua to meet at GCF in an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115228117107616698?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115228117107616698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115228117107616698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115228117107616698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115228117107616698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/cont_07.html' title='cont.'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115217929681823236</id><published>2006-07-06T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:48:16.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cont.</title><content type='html'>"That's strange," said Jasper. "It says the number is not available."&lt;br /&gt; "Hm...," said Yanna. "Maybe it's the wrong number."&lt;br /&gt; "I'm positive it's right!" said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "Nicah," said Yanna. "Can you act out what that guy or girl did?"&lt;br /&gt; "It's a guy," said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; Nicah then did everything again, starting out as a calm "Hello" and ending up in a surprised and desperate "Help!"&lt;br /&gt; "Of course," said Yanna.&lt;br /&gt; "What is it?" asked Jasper.&lt;br /&gt; "He probably," started Yanna while pacing around the room. "He probably called for a leisurely and casual talk, but then a certain something happened to him which then triggered him to put the phone down right away. So he used his remaining time to shout "help!" and his phone number so we could help him and have contacts with him."&lt;br /&gt; "Hm..." said Jasper.&lt;br /&gt; "Most probably," said Nicah. "Probably that "thing" also killed his phone"&lt;br /&gt; "Ya..." said Yanna.&lt;br /&gt; "There's something familiar about his voice though..." said Nicah.&lt;br /&gt; "Oh well," said Jasper as he started picking up his backpack. "I got to go now, bye guys, God bless y'all."&lt;br /&gt; "Bye Jasper," said Yanna and Nicah in unison.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Wait let me continue this some other time, but I'm continuing it :P haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115217929681823236?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115217929681823236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115217929681823236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115217929681823236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115217929681823236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/cont.html' title='Cont.'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115201217252908454</id><published>2006-07-04T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:43:32.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay!!!</title><content type='html'>I'll start...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Downtown, in one of those rooms where  a children't choir was currently practising in, 4 kids sat on the corner. Sure they looked normal, one even looked like a monkey! But they were more than that. For instnce, Nicah, the team leader, though the youngest in the group, makes great decisions for the group. She is a smart thinker. Yanna is the keen observer. She has 40-40 vision! (if she wears her glasses!!) Jazper always stays at front, protecting the group from harm's way with his super powered chinese black belt karate chops (or is karate japanese?). Joshua is the last member and the most supportive. Usually he is on the computer, researching for the group's top secret missions and prepares all the stuff like food, water and Bibles. If you'd see him right now, he will have such big eyebags and super high grades in his eyes. He drives, he builds, he cooks and sweats!!! for the group! Don't be fooled by his multi-tasked activities, he is just a very very very corny person who has 1% sight, 1% hearing, 1% taste, 1% touch, 1% touch and 345.678% nonsense. Someday, he wishes to make the perfect "creme brulee"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story begins one Friday night. Nicah woke up at 2:00 AM, startled at the ringing telephone on her lap. The last night she used the phone to call Jazper, the reason? Unknown. So she answers the phone.&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" the voice on the phone said. "Help! 5290437! Ahhhh!"&lt;br /&gt;"Hello?" Nicah replied but all she heard was the monotonous tone of the phone. Nicah knew what she has to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah turned on her computer. She sent an email to Joshua, telling him to research on this starnge number. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of course, Joshua's 24/7.&lt;/span&gt; She waited until she heard a "cling" from her computer which of course means a message has arrived. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Working on it. 7 numbers? Must be a telephone number.&lt;/span&gt; Nicah closed her computer prayed that everything would be alright and climbed on her bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, she arranged for a meeting in Jasper's house. Jasper's house wasn't just a house, it was a big mansion with a capital M. His room had thousands of awards framed on the walls for winning in karate and chess competitions.&lt;br /&gt;"Why are we all here? Well, Joshua's late. Is he sleeping on his computer again?" Yanna said.&lt;br /&gt;"Someone called me this morning muttering only 7 numbers. Here, I wrote them down on paper." Nicah replied.&lt;br /&gt;"So Joshua's doing this. While waiting let's call this number. Maybe it's a telephone no." Jasper thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I really want to continue this story! Hehe. Comments please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115201217252908454?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115201217252908454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115201217252908454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115201217252908454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115201217252908454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/okay.html' title='Okay!!!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115192797936231007</id><published>2006-07-03T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T19:59:39.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Story?</title><content type='html'>Ok... so I'm really getting bored because someone (ahem ahem) is not going online! ...Make that everyone haha joke. Anyway, I think I'ma make a new story and since you don't want anything mushy I'ma make it a mystery story... as in detective stuff. For now... we're not going to add Jem, if ever Jem posts then we'll put a "special" entrance. That'll be nice haha. Okay I'll need characters, obviously the four of us but you have to decide who'll be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) Fighter&lt;br /&gt;2.) Observant&lt;br /&gt;3.) Good thinker&lt;br /&gt;4.) Knowledge is all person... computer genius, driver, hacker, etc... you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gender doesn't matter, I mean... I'm the only boy... so what... and any of the roles can be for both sexes so kayo bahala.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115192797936231007?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115192797936231007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115192797936231007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115192797936231007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115192797936231007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/new-story.html' title='New Story?'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115192352417014425</id><published>2006-07-03T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:45:24.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello!</title><content type='html'>What does peeps mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang saya sa Pisay!!! Coz there are christian clubs there. And I'm sharing the gospel to my friends. Pray for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to write. I lost my nonsense. Waaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Be online on Friday, all of us so we can have a conference.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115192352417014425?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115192352417014425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115192352417014425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115192352417014425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115192352417014425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello.html' title='Hello!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115191272028078563</id><published>2006-07-03T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T15:45:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wow......</title><content type='html'>OMGulay HAVE YOU PEEPS GONE MAD?!Or maybe I've gone mad and you're all normal.Or maybe I'm normal and you're all crazieee.Back to business....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow,kool story thingie (i'm saying that and i didn't even read halfway through the whole thing).I can't believe that you've already finished more than a hundred posts!!!!BTW sorry if i haven't been posting for a lot.Kinda busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICAH!!!!!!!!YOU'RE BACK!!!!!!!!!!!!.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well,nothing's up so imma go now.&lt;br /&gt;buh-bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115191272028078563?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115191272028078563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115191272028078563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115191272028078563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115191272028078563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/wow.html' title='wow......'/><author><name>Yanna L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01760229939330717618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6B-A4qPss6s/TWj-ZfNL3-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ZQZYXr3BtO0/s220/daughter%2B3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24633928.post-115181862317622655</id><published>2006-07-02T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T13:37:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>^^</title><content type='html'>Jasper: Oh well... you know this island isn't half bad...&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ya there's like... water all around us...&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Hey! Why not?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Huh? What did I say?&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Let's go for a swim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: But... it's like... we don't have any swimming suits.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Wanna swim in your clothes?&lt;br /&gt;Joshua had a big grin on as if he just got the greatest idea in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah and Jasper sarcastically: Sure! Why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ok let's go!&lt;br /&gt;Everyone looks at Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ok never mind...&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Too bad... I really wanted to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Oh well, so what do you want to do now?&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Let's play Truth or Dare!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Gimme a break...&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Fine... never mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Hmm... oh well... this is sad... nothing to do... I guess I'll just walk around.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: I'll go with you.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and Nicah leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Um... Jasper there's something I want to say...&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: What is it Nicah?&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Joshua suddenly run towards them.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Wait for us!!!&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Later, Jasper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115181862317622655?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115181862317622655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115181862317622655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115181862317622655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115181862317622655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title='^^'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115167199268175468</id><published>2006-06-30T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T20:53:12.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Special</title><content type='html'>Yanna: What?!&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Yep. That's what Joshua would do.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Ey guys. (shaking dust off his shirt). And happy birthday Nicah!&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Yeah. Happy Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Happy Birthday! And here's something, open it on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: If we EVER get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: What excatly did you do, Joshua?&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Yeah... Jasper said you were joking everything.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: He's just jealous he can't do crazy stuff like I do.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: He's just jealous he can't make a birthday card pop out of nowhere like Lance Burton.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Yeah! Exactly!&lt;br /&gt;Nicah and Yanna: Yep THEY'RE crazy!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115167199268175468?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115167199268175468/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115167199268175468' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115167199268175468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115167199268175468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-birthday-special.html' title='Happy Birthday Special'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115165292980723102</id><published>2006-06-30T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:35:29.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hm...</title><content type='html'>All right... let's see... I'ma write my last post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: There's something not right here... I just can't ring my finger around it?&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: What?&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Think about it... how many times have we walked around the island and found out that there were no penguins, no rhinoceros and I bet we can't miss a hundred indians in this really tiny island.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: It's that crazy Joshua who's been wrecking havoc with the penguins and the rhino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: You got the start right...&lt;br /&gt;Nicah and Yanna looked at Jasper confused.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: It's that crazy Joshua... period. Basically, he captured himself. There are no indians, he is the "indians".&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: You mean he fooled us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ma go to school and have an overnight... y'all have fun all right and God bless y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115165292980723102?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115165292980723102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115165292980723102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115165292980723102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115165292980723102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/06/hm.html' title='Hm...'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115164906046963427</id><published>2006-06-30T14:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T14:31:00.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Did I See The Light of the World...</title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;Yabang ah Joshua&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115164906046963427?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115164906046963427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115164906046963427' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115164906046963427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115164906046963427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/06/never-did-i-see-light-of-world.html' title='Never Did I See The Light of the World...'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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-24633928.post-115158152747708177</id><published>2006-06-29T19:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:45:27.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Yanna has to read everything too!</title><content type='html'>As Jasper and Nicah walked, they heard chanting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa-oo wa-ee ha oh-oh-oh (repeat)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Now can we investigate?&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: As long as you protect me.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Yanna: (out of nowhere) UUUUYYY!&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Yeah yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got closer to the bushes. They hid behind the tall bushes and peeked through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nicah and Jasper: OH MY GOSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua and Yanna finished eating. Then Joshua started doing a funny pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: What are you doing? Like psychic and all that like in that's so Raven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------FLASHBACK--------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I'm psychic.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Yeah... Like Raven&lt;br /&gt;Jeremy: That's so Joshua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----END OF FLASHBACK----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Joshua hid behind the bushes. They saw Nicah and Jasper, with their hands tied on their backs. They were obviously knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: We've gotta help them...&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: Don't worry. I have a plan!&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Wish your plan isn't crazy or something.&lt;br /&gt;Joshua: I'm sorry but it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joshua came out and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMOMAOMAOAMOMOAMOAMOAMAO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Indians looked back, startled at the crazy monkey who was calling them. They let go of Nicah and Jasper and started chasing the monkey, a.k.a. Joshua. Yanna came out to Jaz and nicah, she untied their ropes and she woke them up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Joshua has been captured!&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Captured trying to save you two!&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: He's great. Greater than Jaz.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: I will save him cause he saved me.&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Yeah...  The native guys thought he was a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper and Nicah: Yep. he's crazy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115158152747708177?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115158152747708177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115158152747708177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115158152747708177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115158152747708177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/06/poor-yanna-has-to-read-everything-too.html' title='Poor Yanna has to read everything too!'/><author><name>josh</name><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-24633928.post-115157997792508034</id><published>2006-06-29T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:19:49.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Nicah, she has to read everything</title><content type='html'>And behold... it was a bird. Dumb Joshua.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: Sigh... oh well, I'm full.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: You only ate... nothing! C'mon Jasper, you have to eat!&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: No thanks, I'm not hungry.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: But what about your health?&lt;br /&gt;Yanna: Why do you care so much about him?&lt;br /&gt;Nicah ignored her.&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: I'm 200+ years old...&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jasper: I think I'll go outside for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;Nicah: I'll go with you...&lt;br /&gt;Yanna and Joshua were still eating and were talking as if they didn't hear anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oops... I think my mom is here, hanggang diyan lang muna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;God bless&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24633928-115157997792508034?l=pfkada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/feeds/115157997792508034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24633928&amp;postID=115157997792508034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115157997792508034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24633928/posts/default/115157997792508034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pfkada.blogspot.com/2006/06/poor-nicah-she-has-to-read-everything.html' title='Poor Nicah, she has to read everything'/><author><name>Jazz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01586950225795053807</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>
