<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31026913</id><updated>2011-04-28T13:24:58.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blood flavored popsicle</title><subtitle type='html'>Blood Flavored... It is.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>blood flavored popsicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813120830023800683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31026913.post-115444164045959775</id><published>2006-08-01T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T07:14:00.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unit 20 -A</title><content type='html'>I is like a thousand years since my last post... Anyway. This day is post is about 20-A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alocer came home much late than the usual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alocer: What the hell is happening here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan: Boss is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wonder they were busy, Sir Yusuf is coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Yusuf is one of our BIG boss. I mean BIG!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody in the house really knew why boss is paying us a visit. Alocer knows that if the boss is coming, unit 20-A becomes a 1st class restaurant. He was happy about it. He always liked it when the boss arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody got in their best clothes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the boss arrived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Do you know why I came here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No" was everybody's reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I came here to drink tea!" Yah right! rplied techno hafiz, he was now pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I came here to talk about something." Everybody was know quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you know... Blah! Blah!" That was one boring speech made by the boss about the education system, religion, friendship and the importance of promises, not so interesting really. (and quite long to type.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boss started to drink his tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Alocer, do you know what Im holding?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sir, it's the so called USB."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good you are still in the right state of mind."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What the..?" Sir John was puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Does anyone here eats sushi?" The boss asked us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody raised his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"OK im showing an article about sushi. To Gokhan's room please."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody was excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the human brain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuri asked: "So it is a brain?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is a parasite in the brain..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alocer fell down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuri went to the cr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Techno hafiz turned around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir John removed his glasses. (That way he cant see the whole thing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I dont know if this whole article is true... What i want to say is, be careful of what you eat.&lt;br /&gt;Sushi is raw fish meat. Even fishes have parasites... It is possible for them to get to your brain too. Alocer do some research on this."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alocer did so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He found out that:&lt;br /&gt;1.) He can not find something about the worms growing on the brain because of sushi.&lt;br /&gt;2.) That there are really some parasites on poorly served sushi.&lt;br /&gt;3.) Those parasite are worms, they grow inside the human body. dont know if they can grow on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;4.) The best way to prevent them is too freeze the meat before serving it, but that would spoil the sushi.&lt;br /&gt;5.) Unit 20 -a decided not to buy sushi anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31026913-115444164045959775?l=blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115444164045959775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31026913&amp;postID=115444164045959775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115444164045959775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115444164045959775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/2006/08/unit-20.html' title='Unit 20 -A'/><author><name>blood flavored popsicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813120830023800683</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-31026913.post-115339633097896746</id><published>2006-07-20T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-20T04:56:36.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Teamwork....</title><content type='html'>A corny title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teamwork... is really important in group works. He he he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE-Man is darryl's favorite hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERO ba ang pangalan nung nanalo sa star cirle quest?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUESTion me about love, i'll probably have silence as my answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER the phone.. GOD DAMN IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you observe something?&lt;br /&gt;I just so happens that i must post something so this blog will be worth calling a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway about my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wounds on my palms seem not to heal.&lt;br /&gt;Bloody arnis.&lt;br /&gt;Im accustomed to pain anyway.&lt;br /&gt;And...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Think NOBODY cares anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im fine really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^ &lt;---- My favorite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31026913-115339633097896746?l=blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115339633097896746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31026913&amp;postID=115339633097896746' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115339633097896746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115339633097896746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/2006/07/teamwork.html' title='Teamwork....'/><author><name>blood flavored popsicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813120830023800683</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31026913.post-115302957834148235</id><published>2006-07-15T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T00:18:55.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>20-A</title><content type='html'>Is it 3 days since my last update?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, im not home when I made this. Im in a place called Platinum towers in Annapolis Street, Santolan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every Sunday I go to this place to get my weekly taste of hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, just kidding it is SOMETIMES fun here. Because of this i will dedicate my Sunday entry on Blood flavored Popsicle to this freaking place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start with, I need to introduce the people staying in the so called Unit 20-A Platinum Towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alocer Darksoul (Ako!)&lt;br /&gt;The protagonist! (Yeah, Hell Yeah!) He likes to drinks tea (well everybody in this freakin place likes to) and sometimes drinks the tea leaves. He uses 5 spoonfuls of sugar per tea cup. He is a comsci student. He beats everybody in Tekken and has the best moves in Devil May Cry. Everybody in this house calls him "Earth"(I dont know why).&lt;br /&gt;"I'll probably die of Diabetes, dont you think abi?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What others usually say to him...&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan: Look lan, WE are the ones who pay for the sugar.&lt;br /&gt;Techno Hafiz: WHat the? You drink sugar?&lt;br /&gt;Nuri: Abi help me at "C" please.&lt;br /&gt;Omer: Yes... Earth. You will lose.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jhon: Earth? Where are you going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan Yigit (The cook)&lt;br /&gt;The Kitchen man. The Grandfather. The Old hermit. He doesnt really like cooking but is good on the said task. He likes to pawn Alocer on Fifa world cup (well evrybody does).&lt;br /&gt;"Most of the time in the movies the crocodiles eat the people, well im going to change that!"&lt;br /&gt;What others usually say to him...&lt;br /&gt;Alocer: I have a skill which you don't have. I can shout for help!&lt;br /&gt;Techno Hafiz: We have the same name but im more handsome.&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jhon: Can i use the computer?&lt;br /&gt;Nuri: What's for breakfast ?&lt;br /&gt;Omer: What is the meaning of &lt;insert&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan Hafiz (Techno Hafiz)&lt;br /&gt;A hafiz means someone who is holy. He is really holy but is also open minded. At first, you might think he is a party animal(he is) but he never forgets to pray (that is why we named him "Techno Hafiz").&lt;br /&gt;"Earth, watch out your sugar levels!"&lt;br /&gt;What others usually say to him...&lt;br /&gt;Alocer: "Let us now pray... YOU LEAD!"&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan: "Accept it man, Im more handsome."&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jhon: So how is school? Had you found a girl friend yet? Look at me im engaged hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Nuri: Yes! It is the Techno Hafiz! We can not argue with him. HE IS ALWAYS RIGHT!&lt;br /&gt;Omer: Oha! Is that true techno hafiz? That &lt;insert&gt;is true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jhon (The one with Glasses)&lt;br /&gt;The one with four eyes. He is the only one who is engaged (he is proud of it because he doesnt need to problem about having a girlfriend). He God Damn annoying. He can piss off anyone (including techno hafiz) in 3 words.&lt;br /&gt;"See you soon Earth, and dont forget my book next week. Always remember im waiting with four eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What yadada...&lt;br /&gt;Alocer: "Im fine thank you, Teseekurler abi, Hoschakalin, Gule gule!"&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan: Halahala Lan! No turn that off.&lt;br /&gt;Techno Hafiz: What? Shut up!&lt;br /&gt;Nuri: "Ill pawn you! God damn it!"&lt;br /&gt;Omer: Oha? You think youre smart? What is the meaning of perseverance? Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuri (The light bringer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well his name means light. He is always silent. He only talks when he needs to. Something is weird with this guy. When he eats, he always wears somesort of a headgear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What blah blah....&lt;br /&gt;Alocer: "What's with the hat?"&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan: "Ei, Nuri... Wake up! Time to eat."&lt;br /&gt;Techno Hafiz: Don't edit me. (His picture, nuri is good at photoshop).&lt;br /&gt;Omer: Nuri....! Wait For me!&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jhon: Don't kill me pleaseee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omer (the linguist)&lt;br /&gt;     The linguist... Omer knows a lot of language. He can speak english, turkish, korean and is know learning tagalog. He sucks at math though.&lt;br /&gt;What....&lt;br /&gt;Alocer: My jersey... Dont forget about it!&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan: Behave lan!&lt;br /&gt;Techno Hafiz: Ei, Qamat!&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jhon: Sinek!&lt;br /&gt;Nuri: Abi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesut(The scientist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    HE can EXPLAIN EVERYTHING. He doesnt talk to us muvh but when he talks EVERYBODY LISTENS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The earth is &lt;insert&gt;. It is &lt;insert&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alocer: What did he say?&lt;br /&gt;Gokhan: Im fuckin confused...&lt;br /&gt;techno Hafiz: hahaha!  You made me dizzy.&lt;br /&gt;Omer:Oha? Really? YEs, YEs! I did not understand?&lt;br /&gt;Nuri: No way? reallY?&lt;br /&gt;Sir Jhon: Earth, he is crazy... Dont listen to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is them all right... The ones in Unit 20-a.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31026913-115302957834148235?l=blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115302957834148235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31026913&amp;postID=115302957834148235' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115302957834148235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115302957834148235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/2006/07/20.html' title='20-A'/><author><name>blood flavored popsicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813120830023800683</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-31026913.post-115279675867551073</id><published>2006-07-13T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:24:19.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Typhoon</title><content type='html'>I promised to someone to make my blog unique...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know how to do it and i also dont know if i can maintain this blog, anyway im already here. It is too late to turn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Typhoon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sfx:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because somebody opened the freakin' window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was just curious about the weather, he decided to check out "the events outside."&lt;br /&gt;So much for my planned 12 hr sleep. I woke up and did my daily morning rituals.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect that curiousity can be contagious, I also want to check out "the events outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want anybody to see me peek out of the window (baka sabihin nila gaya gaya ako), so i went outside of our unit and went to the nearest window (outside of our unit).&lt;br /&gt;I opened it, and all i can say was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Holy ShiiiT!!!! This is Awesome." The strong wind was great, I can hear it whisper to me "WHOOOOOSH" said the wind (parang pambata noh niyahahaha).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt take my breakfast because breakfast time was over when i woke up. All i needed to do was to wait for lunchtime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went outside of our unit to see some of my friends, they were playing DOTA in a nearby internet cafe. They were busy playing so i decided to use a computer and listen to Maki (at you tube).&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends happen to see me type my ym password.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tae na? Ano yan password ng pentagon?"&lt;br /&gt;"Hindi naman password ko lang."&lt;br /&gt;"Putchhaaa ang haba naman ilang letters yun?"&lt;br /&gt;"32."&lt;br /&gt;"Putcha 32? Tang-inang yan. Tae."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup, i have 32 letters for my password for my ym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for the typhoon as my title.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's with the last sentence? Nothing really, i just needed to put it for someone. &lt;winks&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31026913-115279675867551073?l=blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115279675867551073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31026913&amp;postID=115279675867551073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115279675867551073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115279675867551073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/2006/07/typhoon.html' title='Typhoon'/><author><name>blood flavored popsicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813120830023800683</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31026913.post-115272196220360001</id><published>2006-07-12T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T06:04:29.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My 2nd post...</title><content type='html'>So you might be asking why im posting again... on the same day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did so because for me this is a blog and a blog contains "your day".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 1st post was some sort of intro (it is more like a victim's testimonials though).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start by telling you how "FUN" my day was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up to find out that i had 7 unread messages. One of them reminded me of the meeting my friend and i had arranged. The other six were trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went out of the house... dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a jeepney and rode on it... wet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always loved the rain, but not a typhoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The classes were suspended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to go home (My friend too, our meeting was useless because of the typhoon).&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that a in manila could be like this. Parang swimming pool. Pwede kang lumangoy.&lt;br /&gt;I arrived home at approximately 5:30 PM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slept for 1 hr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that i was victimized by miss patty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this blog was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31026913-115272196220360001?l=blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115272196220360001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31026913&amp;postID=115272196220360001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115272196220360001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115272196220360001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-2nd-post.html' title='My 2nd post...'/><author><name>blood flavored popsicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813120830023800683</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-31026913.post-115272062651343925</id><published>2006-07-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T09:10:26.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my 1st entry</title><content type='html'>How This blog came to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One night, miss patty had nothing to do, poor Gin happens to be her victim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And this blog was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Flavored popsicle is something i want to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today is: Just look for the date somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood Flavored popsicle was born.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31026913-115272062651343925?l=blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/feeds/115272062651343925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31026913&amp;postID=115272062651343925' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115272062651343925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31026913/posts/default/115272062651343925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blood-flavored-popsicle.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-1st-entry.html' title='my 1st entry'/><author><name>blood flavored popsicle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12813120830023800683</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
