<?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-5313518</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:20:49.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WatZup! tOo aLL mAh lOvErz... And mY pRens! EnjOY</title><subtitle type='html'>uhm!... iTs BLue... but i Was HoPing Pink.. WaLa LAnG hahaha!... jUst CheCk it OuT!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93703598</id><published>2003-05-03T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T06:51:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;HEy GuYs Sup!... i DuNo WAt$uP Wid Me and These $craY $tories... i FeLT LikE iT!... The$e FrEak$ mE oUt liKe HeLL hAhah!... WhiLe I wAs TyPinG it... I goT Goose BomPs... HAHA.. WaLA LanG!... thaNx FoR Vi$iTing!... KeeP up ThE GooD Work HAHAHa! JoKE LAnG!... Muah* muah*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font size&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93703598?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93703598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93703598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93703598' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93703418</id><published>2003-05-03T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T06:43:42.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;b&gt;"MY MOM"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.saviodsilva.net/life/g13/ghost.JPG"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom died very suddenly at the age of 50 in 1981. I had recently remarried and moved to another state and was feeling very guilty that I had moved away and taken her only grandchild with me. The night of the funeral, I let my five year old son sleep with me fearing he would be upset; he was very close to my mom. The sound of his voice in the middle of the night woke me up. He was carrying on a one-sided conversation with my mom. I heard him say,"Will I ever see you again,mama?" He appeared to still be asleep. Funeral being over, I left my hometown and returned to my everyday life. About 2 months later, I got an hysterical phone call a 3 a.m. from my ex-husband. H e could hardly talk he was so upset. Since he and I had been married for some years he and my mom had grown close. His new wife(being the jealous type)would not allow him to go to the funeral or visitation of my mom. He said that he was up late watching TV that night when he heard a knock on the door. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He answered the door and there was a group of ladies standing on his porch. One lady in the front asked him if he knew where "Mackie" lived. He replied that he knew of no one in the nerighborhood with that name. Then he said, a voice from the back said, "can I come in?" My ex said,"no you can't come in, I don't even know you!" At this time the woman from the back stepped forward and said,"yes you do, Rick, it's me Jo Ann", and there stood my mother!!!!! Now I was very curious at this point because my mother's very best friend during her high school years was called "Mackie" and she had died very young having her first child. My ex didn't know this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I asked him what mom looked like and he described everything we had buried her in, in great detail right down to the jewelry she had on. Remember, he had not went to the visitation or funeral!!!! His description of how my mother looked when we buried her was 100% accurate. I at first had thought he had fall! ! en asleep watching TV and dreamed the whole thing, but after speaking to his wife, I know for sure that he had a visit from my mom. Not only because of the description, but because his wife told me that she woke up hearing the door slam. She said she got up and not only found Rick wide awake and very upset, but the door had not latched and was still partially open. After that, I was totally at peace with the loss of my mom. No more dreams about betraying her. I knew she was still around in the hereafter and I think she wanted to let me know that. Maybe she is still looking for Mackie or maybe Macking was one of the other ladies there and my mom just used that as a way to let me know it was all real. She had told me the story about her friend Mackie and her death. It was a very healing experience for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93703418?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93703418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93703418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93703418' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93703107</id><published>2003-05-03T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T06:33:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey Guys This is True..... "A REAL GHOST"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary's grandparents had a house in the Ozarks of Missouri, and owned many acres of land. Mary's family decided to build a house about 100 yards from the grandparents'. As a little girl Mary would often become very frightened when visiting them. Her aunt was old, and used to talk of "the white lady" who was visiting her or setting the dining room table. The family passed it off as senility.&lt;br /&gt;It began with small things. Sounds of foot steps and doors opening on their own. "Wind" and the house settling, her parents told her, but it was a new house.&lt;br /&gt;When Mary would be sitting alone the hair on her neck would prickle, her skin would get cold, her ears would ring, and a sickening perfume would fill the air. It was one afternoon when she was home alone when these things first began. She felt that she was being watched, and she looked up to see a little girl peeking around the corner of the hall into the living room where she sat. She had on an old fashioned dress, and straight hair. She was like a brownish drawing, almost like she had been etched in the air, yet three dimensional.&lt;br /&gt;Like a typical junior high school kid, Mary would have friends over, but after several of them were awakened by "clammy hands" and a "lady in white" they didn't want to come over any more. Mary began to believe her aunt. But she didn't understand why these people were in her house.&lt;br /&gt;Her family moved after her parents divorced, and her mother rented the house out. A year later the renters moved saying that the house was possessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.hauntedamerica.com/ghost/missouri/girl-smx.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93703107?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93703107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93703107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93703107' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93543345</id><published>2003-04-30T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-03T06:29:57.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Girl calling for help&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ey guys... i think u heard this story ... but anywayz... let me just put it hahaha...... wala magawa kase eh!!...&lt;br /&gt;In this story... there was a girl who named amy... she was a sweet little girl who loves playing games... specially the game called hide and seak!... 1 day when her and her friend were really bored and got nuthing to do... Amy suggested to play hid and seak at there school... they were about 6 girls including amy play... well as 1 of her friend was the 1 whose gonna seak... and the rest were all going to hide...  AMy  had the best hiding place coz no 1 cud find her... and it was at the library ... she alwayz hides in 1 of the empty cabinets... well 1 day she did the same thing and hide at the same place exactly... wen all of her friend got bored looking for her coz no 1 can find her... they all went home ... amy got bored ok hiding so she wanted to give up coz no can really find her... but what happened the cabinet was actually stuck and it wouldent open.. and shouted and cryed for help until her voice got dry and tired...  so she started to tap her knees instead... she keep on tapping her knees so that sum 1 or sumbody would show-up... but infact no 1 show-up but she kept on taping her knees( tap!, tap!, tap....) until she fainted and died in the cabinet... it was a holiday... so that means that for about 2-3 days she's havent drunk or ate... when school started again... there... the librarian smell sumthing wierd... in the cabinet that amy was in... he opened it and saw AMY ALL IN BLUE and DEAD!... after a few weaks later.... every holiday at the stroke of 12 midnight the librarian always checks the library (coz of what happened to amy...) ... Well 1 time he checked it... before he turned of the lights he heard a strange sound ... which goes like... Tap!.. Tap!... tap!.. tappp... in the same cabinet where he never shud have 'not' checked or looked at it becoz wen he turned around there he &lt;b&gt;so amy standing on the air with her head tilted side ways....&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93543345?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93543345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93543345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93543345' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93541710</id><published>2003-04-30T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T10:19:34.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;font size=6&gt;"My BrO anD I" ( THE HORROR )&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt; &lt;br /&gt;oK!... $o Here$ tHe tHinG i am &lt;font size=3&gt;BORED!!!...&lt;/font size&gt; haha Today i Woke Up ... got Redy to Go bAck To LAguNa... But u knoW wAt!! i DidnT!... Coz My Bro'$ EnRoLmeNt iS CumInG uP And My MOMMY WANT$ ME TO DO HI$ PAPER WORK$!!!.... God Man!!!.... HiS oLd EnuFF tO Do It By HimSeLf its LikE DUH!!... I Did MInE myself whY CanT My Bro To Hi$.. i DidnT knOw ThIs ScHooL beFore!!... is It Becoz IM His OlDer Bro!!... oH Come On GiVe Me  BrEaK... And soo on... We WeNt Back to KarLY's Dorm and SlePt UliT!... GoT NuThin tO do Now-A-day$... ThEn WE pLAyeD CouNter stRiKE... and U kNow Wat ... It Wasnt That BoRinG coz I mAdE My BrO MAD!! HAHAHA... i kniFed Him MorE tHAn 10 TimE$... HAHAHA... oh WeLL... He GoT mAd And StarTEd To Beat The HeLL oUTTA mE...! Sh*T... CanT Do nuThinG!... hiS stRonGer Than mE ... He GoT The PoWAH!!.... And Now Here i Am.. Wid A borkEn LEg.. Joke lanG$... HaHa... Wat i MeAn i$... Here i aM bored UliT... JuSt TyPing WatEver On my Mind... Oh WeLL... cHAo!* (Thi$ all means.... HI$ BORING WHEN HIS AROUND WITH ME COZ HE ALWAYZ IS THE BOSS).. well i gotta FoLLow... he is My Lil bro AnywAyz......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93541710?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93541710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93541710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93541710' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93469767</id><published>2003-04-29T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T08:35:11.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;"gOT Dam... The$s SoO0oo CuTE!! iT mAke$ mE SmiLE... ju$T lLikE WaT U DoinG NoW :)...."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.100freewallpapers.com/animals/lilbunnyt.jpg"&gt;&lt;space=10&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.100freewallpapers.com/animals/babyseal1t.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.100freewallpapers.com/animals/polarbeart.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.100freewallpapers.com/animals/bassett.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93469767?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93469767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93469767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93469767' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93467956</id><published>2003-04-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T08:18:52.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3&gt;Ey GuY$ tHE$e ArE mY FaVoRiTe RoMaNTic MoViEs.... Dam i Love ThEm.. iT mAke$ mE CrY liKE hELL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;center&gt;( GAIL I LOVE YOU!!!! )...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img src="http://movieweb.com/movie/walkremember/link.jpg"&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.moviecentre.net/movies/m/maidinmanhattan/images/maidinmanhattan.jpg"&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/5313518-93467956?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93467956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93467956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93467956' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93467076</id><published>2003-04-29T07:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T07:36:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=3.5&gt;Ey GuY$... &lt;b&gt;CoOL...&lt;/b&gt; CheCk ThIs OuT... it$ nicE WaLa LanG.. HAhaha&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;img src="http://raph.com/3dartists/artgallery/park5i.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://raph.com/3dartists/artgallery/achard1i.jpg"&gt;  &lt;img src="http://raph.com/3dartists/artgallery/park1i.jpg"&gt;  &lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93467076?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93467076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93467076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93467076' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93341224</id><published>2003-04-27T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T06:57:33.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;HalLo ToO laHaT wala LaNG... Me BoReD&lt;/b&gt; WaTsUp... I GoT NoThinG To do!... im tUrEd Of TyPinG And TyPinG!! GoD .. I WaNt SumThiNg New .... f Only i Had ThE TaLEnTs tO MaKe I Fu*K**G WeBSiTE... haHAh.. SoRRy For SweArIng CAnT HeLP iT!.. WAt u guYs DoInG For a LiVin!? Huh!... HELP!!!! i gOt mY GF MaD At ME... Coz Of My StUpiDiTy... uh!... ChAo.. I GoTTa Slip... Hehehe :) KeEp SmiLiNg*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5313518-93341224?l=bayzil.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93341224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5313518/posts/default/93341224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bayzil.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93341224' title=''/><author><name>Basil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08773660913392562320</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5313518.post-93118136</id><published>2003-04-23T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T09:10:37.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=6&gt;&lt;marquee&gt;&lt;i&gt;RemiNdeR...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/font size&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt; LAnceTamoL &gt;&lt;/b&gt; ey Mah nigGa $up`... mi$$ u Dude!... u Sh*t!!! whEres Me MonEy!... 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