<?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-8561907056986113698</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:00:36.865-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Itz Dat A StoRy N0no!"</title><subtitle type='html'>"A newbie Writer that Want is to tell HIs stoRiEs To Others"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8561907056986113698/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678029376721671834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hez71u_QZig/SRlcSxU3ZbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D6duBcmKV7c/S220/nomer.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561907056986113698.post-1558460650973766606</id><published>2009-02-24T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T05:40:13.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"RARE VICE VERSA"</title><content type='html'>John saw a beggar beaten by the man because hew was trying to steal a piece of candy on his kiosk. John, akind hearted person, called the beggar and bought him some foods to eat. The beggar thank him so much.&lt;br /&gt;And then one day,John is about to go home and about to cross the street when somebody pointed a gun on his back and announced holdap. The holdaper get his wallet, cellphones, and bag. Nothing left but a twenty peso bill for his fare.&lt;br /&gt;After a week of that traumatic experienced; John is about to take a bath when someone knocked on his door. He didn't expect a visitor on that day. He was surprised when he opened the door..... it's the beggar. How the beggar know the address of John. And beggar said:" I am really sorry for what my son did to you. You are a nice person and you shouldn't be treated like that...... here take this bag.All the things my son get from you are in there. And again, I'm really sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8561907056986113698-1558460650973766606?l=itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/feeds/1558460650973766606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8561907056986113698&amp;postID=1558460650973766606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8561907056986113698/posts/default/1558460650973766606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8561907056986113698/posts/default/1558460650973766606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/2009/02/rare-vice-versa.html' title='&quot;RARE VICE VERSA&quot;'/><author><name>nono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678029376721671834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hez71u_QZig/SRlcSxU3ZbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D6duBcmKV7c/S220/nomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561907056986113698.post-3751340795257622569</id><published>2008-11-11T02:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T02:03:05.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"SacriFiCe"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;There was a couple who are happily married….. The people in there village admired them because of there good relationship. Suddenly… the happy lives of this couple was deminish and they decided to have a divorce. The people in the village was shocked about what happen…. they never expect that to happen because this couple is ideal. No ones know what really happen……?&lt;br /&gt;After 8 Years….. A kid name Eliza went to her Mom’s best friend House. She want to visit her "ninang" because she promise that after her schooling, she will go there to visit her. Her ninang was surprise of her arrival…, she made her a cake and a fresh orange juice. While eating there merienda….. Eliza ask her ninang: "Nang, did you have a boy friend ?" Her ninang was shocked about her question….. then suddenly her ninang got into tears. "Did I say something wrong Ninang? she asked. "No my Dear…, I have a boyfriend and we got married… but our relationship end up in divorce" still in tears. "Why Ninang? asked Eliza. "So that when you grow up…. you have someone to called "DAD"".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8561907056986113698-3751340795257622569?l=itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/feeds/3751340795257622569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8561907056986113698&amp;postID=3751340795257622569' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8561907056986113698/posts/default/3751340795257622569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8561907056986113698/posts/default/3751340795257622569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/2008/11/sacrifice.html' title='&quot;SacriFiCe&quot;'/><author><name>nono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678029376721671834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hez71u_QZig/SRlcSxU3ZbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D6duBcmKV7c/S220/nomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8561907056986113698.post-3387794609143535350</id><published>2008-11-11T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T01:37:10.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"a GlasS Of MiLk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt; In the middle of the cold and stormy night….. there someone knocking in the womans door. The woman doesn’t expect any visitor that night… She look in her window… she was shocked about what she see! She saw a child,wet and weak outside. She immediately open her door and let the child in her house. She made a child a glass of milk. Then he asked the child name:"What’s your name child?" Child replyed:"Howard,mam".&lt;br /&gt;After a long forgotten years…. the woman turn into old woman who is weak now. One day the woman got a serious medical problem. Her neighbor brought her to the hospital. She need a immediate operation for her to survive….. She is worried because she doesn’t have enough money to pay for the bill. The operation happen and she’s survive.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in her room and worried about the hospital bill…. the woman was shocked when there’s someone open her door. Thank God it’s only the hospital nurse. The nurse smiled to her and  she gave her a fold note. "Who gave this note? she asked. The nurse only reply is smile and went out to the door. Trembling(because she expect that it maybe the bill that she’s going to pay for) and slowly open the note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;NOTE:" Hospital bill paid by a glass of MiLk"-Dr. Howard Kelley.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8561907056986113698-3387794609143535350?l=itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/feeds/3387794609143535350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8561907056986113698&amp;postID=3387794609143535350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8561907056986113698/posts/default/3387794609143535350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8561907056986113698/posts/default/3387794609143535350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itzdatastoryn0no.blogspot.com/2008/11/glass-of-milk.html' title='&quot;a GlasS Of MiLk&quot;'/><author><name>nono</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15678029376721671834</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Hez71u_QZig/SRlcSxU3ZbI/AAAAAAAAAA8/D6duBcmKV7c/S220/nomer.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
