<?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-16746824</id><updated>2011-07-30T17:23:37.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>-=CHIKA-KATz=-</title><subtitle type='html'>Katherine M. Domine 
**born in August 03,1987**16702855289**PO BOx506446**
                                      Holla Back 2 me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746824.post-114669968561075426</id><published>2006-05-03T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T16:41:25.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What are the advatages of living in SAIPAN</title><content type='html'>There are actually so many advantages in living on a tropical island. And that for sure is a the clean enviroment, congenial people, less traffic, less crime, and most of all good nature.  These advantages are few of the reason why people choose to stay in an island like SAIPAN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      First advantages is clean environmnent. Saipan may seem really tin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-114669968561075426?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/114669968561075426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=114669968561075426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114669968561075426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114669968561075426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-are-advatages-of-living-in-saipan.html' title='What are the advatages of living in SAIPAN'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-114549080919409940</id><published>2006-04-19T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T16:53:29.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Classification Essay</title><content type='html'>There are only few reason on why students are not devoted to their studies.&lt;br /&gt;That divide them to three section. Active, Lazy, and neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the ACTIVE batch. Well, everyone knows that education is the key to successs. That is why the active batch are doing their best to pass the class and devote their time to study and read books to learn more often. They actually can spend their time staying at the library all day or even ditch their friends just to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-114549080919409940?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/114549080919409940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=114549080919409940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114549080919409940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114549080919409940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2006/04/classification-essay.html' title='Classification Essay'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-114367574281441811</id><published>2006-03-29T15:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T15:42:22.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe @ FiRsT SiGhT</title><content type='html'>I still remember the day, I attended my friends birthday party. And the usual we drank hard liqour, sang (karaoke, Chit chats and picture taking. This day took place at my friends house at Garapan. So unexpectedly, while sitting down on the side of the couch. A young virile twenty-eight years old stood up in frong of me and sang me a LOVE SONG. Apparently i blushed. But i didn't made it so obvious that i admire his way of flirting. Although it seems do flippant, I thnk it was his way of showing that he is intrested or  likes someone. At that moment it;s really hard to tell whether it is a love at first sight or it was just a fling between us. But the more he glanced at me the more i blushed. And the longer u stayed at the party the better we gotten to know each other very well. So as of thast moment i think ir was more like a love at first sight to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-114367574281441811?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/114367574281441811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=114367574281441811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114367574281441811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114367574281441811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-first-sight.html' title='LoVe @ FiRsT SiGhT'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-114360018227938620</id><published>2006-03-28T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:43:02.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..How To Make Coco Papaya..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One of the basic ways to make a delicious appetizer. First step is to peel off the skin and slice the papaya into thin slices. After slicing, put sliced papaya in a bowl then rinse it with salt. Then after rinsing, add salt, vinegar, black pepper and a pinch of food coloring. Mix well and ready to serve.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-114360018227938620?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/114360018227938620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=114360018227938620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114360018227938620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114360018227938620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2006/03/how-to-make-coco-papaya_28.html' title='..How To Make Coco Papaya..'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-114185933814740245</id><published>2006-03-08T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:43:13.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" what is Friendship "</title><content type='html'>Talking about friendship is really touching, but getting to know the true meaning of friendship is really one experience i'll never forget. One reason is because most of them ended up backstabbing, betraying and talking  behind one another.For me, that is not my idea of defining a FRIENDSHIP. &lt;br /&gt;I realize that the true meaning of friendship is all about "being who you are." Not only for being yourself but to be an open minded person. Because that's what a friend really need, but showing the world the "n0t" natural you will end up with an ugly relationship. For instant, a true friend is a person that really would be there for me no matter what. Through thick and thin, through a very rough road. A friend that is always there by our side is a person we consider a true friend. And one important thing is TRUSTWORTHY.  &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Friendship doesnt always end up with good relationship. So i assure that having an open relationship/friendship will all be worth at the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;====&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;Friendship is a promise made in the  heart...silent....inwritten...unbreakable  &lt;br /&gt;         by distance..unchangeable by time&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;&lt;=======================&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-114185933814740245?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/114185933814740245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=114185933814740245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114185933814740245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114185933814740245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-is-friendship.html' title='&quot; what is Friendship &quot;'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-114065202680262005</id><published>2006-02-22T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:53:17.493-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TORETE</title><content type='html'>TORETE in filipino means PARANOID. Using the word TORETE is describing someone inlove and paranoid on the other hand. Or lets say when she or he is having alot of thoughts regarding their teared up relationship. Torete comes in their mind.  TORETE is mostly used when an arguement between a couple start to appeal.There is also another meaning for this word  TORETE which is BANGAG. Meaning when your on drugs you used this to express and describe that you cant do anything but to just lay down and that your under some circumstances because the cell in your body say to do so. There are actually alot of meaning for TORETE and this example are the basic one. We filipino randomly used the word torete when expressing our feelings of irrational fears. It is because there are certain way how we express the way paranoid is to us. But behind this examples of TORETE, we used this a commonly an idiom in filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-114065202680262005?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/114065202680262005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=114065202680262005' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114065202680262005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114065202680262005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2006/02/torete.html' title='TORETE'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-114004752443750961</id><published>2006-02-15T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T15:11:05.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Semester 2006</title><content type='html'>Its finally 2006. Year of the DOG. And everyone seems so paranoid about what their NEW YEAR RESOLUTION is. But as for me i feel like nothing has change but the date of the year. Anyhow since its another semester for me in ENGLISH 84, I for sure have to start all over again with my writings.&lt;br /&gt;I, first of all want to welcome all the readers to my blog. And please feel free to leave a comment upon reading my writings. I hope in any chance this comment would help get some ideas in my writings and make a corretion.I also want to welcome everyone to inform me regarding my writings and will challenge me with a college vocabularies.&lt;br /&gt;So that my writing in english will look more appopriate and suffice to present.&lt;br /&gt;I Fortunately wish that,this semester in this class will definitely enhance my writings. And will pass me to a higher level of writing, although college writing is really intricate to understand I very much acclaim that ill pass this semester for ENGLISH 84. Lastly i will pray and hope that everyone would pass this class and move on to a higher level of english writing class..Thanks everyone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-114004752443750961?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/114004752443750961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=114004752443750961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114004752443750961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/114004752443750961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2006/02/spring-semester-2006.html' title='Spring Semester 2006'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-113097585557211795</id><published>2005-11-02T15:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T15:57:35.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place to relax</title><content type='html'>When I am not in the mood, there is one place i go to, that takes away my problem, stress, and frustration. The beach!! The only place in my mind that i could think of i can go to when my day begin to blur. I sit down, breath deeply, relax while watching the sunset go down. Its really a breathtaking when watching the orange color sunset, hearing the birds flying, and one of my favorite, the sound of the water splash. I choose this place because i know that it would make a perfect combination for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       isla de marianas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-113097585557211795?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/113097585557211795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=113097585557211795' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/113097585557211795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/113097585557211795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/11/place-to-relax.html' title='A Place to relax'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-113037132670084007</id><published>2005-10-26T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T17:02:06.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A HALLOWEEN EXPERIENCE</title><content type='html'>MY CAR CANNOT START, MY CELLPHONE IS DEAD, AND STRANDED IN THE MIDDLE OF NO WHERE!! WHAT AM I SUPPOSE TO DO NOW? I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO KNOCK ON THE OLD HOUSE WITH NO LIGHT AND WITH THE SPOOKY SOUND GOING ON. I AM SCARED ON WHAT MIGHT HAPPEN TO ME BUT I MUST GO ON AND DO WHAT IM SUPPOSE TO DO. I’LL BE BRAVE TO GO IN THAT HOUSE AND DO MY BEST. WHEN ALL OF A SUDDEN A DEAD BIRD FALL ON ME! EEEEWWW! WHY ME?   COULD THIS BE THE SIGN OF ME NOT GOING IN OR COULD IT BE FOR FUN.  IM COLD AND I FEEL NUMB. I FEEL LIKE SOMEONE IS IN THE BACK OF ME.  AND SO I TURN AROUND TO HAVE A LOOK BUT NO ONE IS AROUND. HELLO! IS ANYONE HOME? PLEASE HELP.I REALLY NEED HELP! MY CAR CANT START AND I NEED A PLACE TO STAY. STILL NO ONE REPLIED. SO I WENT INTO ONE OF THE ROOMS AND SUIT MYSELF. I FEEL LIKE I WILL BE SAFE HERE. BUT I WAS WRONG, THE HORRIBLE SOUND IT THE HOUSE KEEPS GETTING LOUDER TILL’ A LADY IN WHITE SHOWED UP AND GREET ME. I GREETED HER BACK WITH A SMILE AND OFFRED ME IF I WANT TO EAT. OF COURSE I AGREE WITH THAT BECAUSE I KNOW SHE WONT HARM ME OR ANYTHING. I DIDN’T KNOW THAT IT WAS A BAIT. TILL I SMELL SOMETHING BAD.(TO BE CNTINUE)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-113037132670084007?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/113037132670084007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=113037132670084007' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/113037132670084007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/113037132670084007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/10/halloween-experience.html' title='A HALLOWEEN EXPERIENCE'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112901446078693614</id><published>2005-10-10T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T05:58:43.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Controversial  athletes</title><content type='html'>I Choose Dawn Fraser, because she was one of most controversial athletes of all times. Dawn Fraser was born in 1937 in Balmain, Sydney. Australians adore her and view her as royalty fir the athletic honour she brought the country. Never has an olympics athlete been in more trouble with officials. In 1956, at the age of 19; Dawn was qualified for the Melbourne Olympics, and won a gold in the 100 metre frestyle event and become a permanent member of the Australian Swimming team. Two more medals followed at the Commonwealth games.&lt;br /&gt;In 1960 at Rome Olympics, Dawn was the only Australians to win a gold medal and the only woman to win 100 metre freestyle at successive olympics. Dawn had a wildly independent streak which, while it pushed her to excel, also got her in trouble with the officials, becauseshe did not follow the rules. Dawn partied on the night after her gold medals and insisted on wearing a white tracksuits instead on Australian green one. Typical behavior for a 23 years old, But not acceptable for a world athlete ans certainly not acceptable for the officiald.&lt;br /&gt;In 1964, a fatal car rash took the life of her mother and left Dawn with a broken neck in the hospital for nine weeks, she thought that this would end her career. But didnt. She went on ans  won her third olympics gold medal in 100 metre, the only athlete to ever accomplished that. She also swam the 100 metre in 59.5 second breaking the worlds record establishing a new one which that cannot be broken for another four years. From that moment, Dawn managed to infuriate the official wishes and wore an old swimsuit (which also angered sponsors) moreover, she climbed a flagpole at 2:30 am trying to steal a japanese flag as a souvenir and was caught by police. The Australian Swimming Union banned her from all competitive swimming for ten years. However later they lifed the ban for four years, but it was too late because Dawn had already retired.&lt;br /&gt;In 1988, she was elected into parliament and to this day remains a beloved figure among Australians who love her as much for her athletic achievement, as for her rugged streak of independence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112901446078693614?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112901446078693614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112901446078693614' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112901446078693614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112901446078693614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/10/controversial-athletes.html' title='Controversial  athletes'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112891691142221239</id><published>2005-10-09T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T21:01:51.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>los familia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;My Family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Living under one roof is a family of five. That includes my dad, mom, brother and my sister. In my family we all have different personalities. There is my dad who is very humorous yet very understanding daddy, my mother who is just a tightwad, strict, and so dramatic, my brother who is just lazy, lazy, lazy and lastly my sister who is very energetic and smart. Although all of us have different personalities we still have the tolerance for each other.&lt;br /&gt;Describing my dad is really is really just the same as describing other daddy’s. He is just a quite man, but when he gets mad is hardcore mad. He loves to joke around and cheer up my sister and me, when we are quite, because he knows when our mom scolded us. My dad is also kind in a way weird because in his age he still likes buying new toys (toy guns, any remote control kind of toys) and play with it, and sometimes just collect it them. He said, because when he was young he never had any toys he wanted. Anyways in short my dad is an easy-going dad.&lt;br /&gt;And my mom, she is just like other mothers, She is very loud and noisy, discipline a lot. She is the kind of mother that really shows she cares, even though she knows we are not listening to her " words of wisdom" she still go on and repeats the same old thing. My mom in short is really just bringing the old times rules and would prepare for us to stay home and not to be influenced by others.&lt;br /&gt;And of course my brother, who just stay home and sleep all the day. And not working at all, he is the only boy and really just depending on my parents. Although he is just like that, he is also a good brother and easy to get along. And my sister, the youngest one in my family, she is the only one who is really willing to learn and putting up all her time studying and helping around the house. My brother and my sister is moody at a time, sometimes its really hard to tell whether if they’re in a good mood.&lt;br /&gt;And finally me! I am between my 2 siblings. I am the only one in my family who has 2 job and work. And I am the serious one yet loud and very unique. I am the person who is fast to believe.&lt;br /&gt;The personalities of my family is really just one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;Now that’s what I call DOMINE family. Very active and alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112891691142221239?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112891691142221239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112891691142221239' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112891691142221239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112891691142221239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/10/los-familia.html' title='los familia'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112855609407074514</id><published>2005-10-05T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T19:31:45.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;People say love is blind,some also say love is all about sex,love is a game. For me the meaning of love is sacrifice. Why?... because if you love someone, you'll do anything for them. You'll fight for them, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;You'll get hurt but atlist you'll learn something from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to love is to share life together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to build special plans just for two&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to work side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and then smile with pride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as one by one , dreams all come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to love is to help &amp; encourage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;with smile and sincere words of praise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to take time to share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to listen and care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;in tender, affectionate ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to love is to have someone spacial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;one you can always depend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to be there through the years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sharing laughters and tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;as a partner, a lover a friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;to love is to make special memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of moment you love to recall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of all the good things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;love is the greatest of all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i;ve learned the full meaning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;of sharing and daring &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and having&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;my dreams all come true;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;i've learned the full meaning of being love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;by loving and living with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;keith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112855609407074514?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112855609407074514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112855609407074514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112855609407074514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112855609407074514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-is-love_05.html' title='What is love...'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112849318833572786</id><published>2005-10-04T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T23:19:48.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PREWRITING</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;5 Minutes Prewriting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im so lost that i sont know where to start. This prewriting is starting to to make me go blank out!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Im so clueless...And i think i'll start writing with what is on my mind right now. Anyways just today (8.24.05), I realize that college is no longer high school, I mean everything is all up to us. No rules and no more referring to office by getting tardy and trouble. I miss my high school year ,were we can argue and trip on our teacher for fun. I miss my friends ..If before we always together. Now we're all slpit into pieces. I miss my classmate, whom i get along with. I miss myself from being enthusiam and bwing known by my nonsens ejokes, my rudeness ans etc. Now that i am here in college i feel like i cant do those things that i use to do during high school. I feel like i have to be more independant and be more realible...oooopsz time is up!!! i have more things to day but the time is not enough....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112849318833572786?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112849318833572786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112849318833572786' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112849318833572786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112849318833572786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/10/prewriting.html' title='PREWRITING'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112797673799350356</id><published>2005-09-28T23:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:38:53.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive and forget&lt;br /&gt;      How do you get over your first loved after he/she betrayed you? First thing to do is throw his/her picture and all the things he/she gave you away. Second express all your feelings that you’re keeping inside you to someone whom you trust. Spill out all that madness and anger. Then take a deep breath and try not to think about ex-lover. Fourth find something to do that will keep you busy. And lastly, move-on and never look back. It’ll take days, months, years, but for sure it’ll work. Never seek for revenge. For it is a really bad idea. Keep your head-high up and never ever give that person a call.&lt;br /&gt;That simple.&lt;/strong&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/16746824-112797673799350356?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112797673799350356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112797673799350356' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112797673799350356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112797673799350356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-to.html' title='how to..'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16746824.post-112795215814245314</id><published>2005-09-28T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T17:02:38.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>GET OVER IT!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112795215814245314?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112795215814245314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112795215814245314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112795215814245314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112795215814245314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/09/get-over-it.html' title=''/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112795199464735980</id><published>2005-09-28T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-05T16:20:59.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how i really feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TEACH ME HOW 2 BE STRoNG BEFORE YOU GO&lt;br /&gt;TEACH ME HOW 2 BELIEVE IF YOU EVER LIE,&lt;br /&gt;TEACH ME HOW TO CONTROL MY TEARS BEFORE I START 2 CRY,&lt;br /&gt;AND..PLEASE..TEACH ME HOW TO MAKE YOU STAY IF YOU SAY GOODBYE!&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU BABE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/16746824-112795199464735980?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112795199464735980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112795199464735980' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112795199464735980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112795199464735980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-i-really-feel.html' title='how i really feel'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112795145350445821</id><published>2005-09-28T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T16:50:53.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my room</title><content type='html'>I WOULD DESCRIBE MY ROOM AS “'HEAVEN''&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE EVERYTHING ELSE IN MY ROOM IS &lt;br /&gt;BLUE AND THAT YOU FEEL RELAX WHILE LYING DOWN. I PAINT &lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING BLUE IN MY ROOM BECAUSE FOR ME ITS REALLY A COLOR &lt;br /&gt;THAT WOULD KEEP ME RELAX  AND LAZY.  FROM THE RIGHT SIDE OF MY &lt;br /&gt;WALL IS MY WINNIE THE POOH PICTURE,AND FROM THE LEFT SIDE IS MY &lt;br /&gt;BIG BLUE CABINET. AND AS SOON AS YOU ENTER THE DOOR YOU'LL &lt;br /&gt;FIRST SEE MY RADIO AND ON THE TOP IS SCENTED CANDLES. SO WHEN &lt;br /&gt;YOU ENTER MY ROOM ITS REALLY JUST A PLACE WHERE YOU CAN PUT &lt;br /&gt;YOUR MIND TOGETHER AND STUDY.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112795145350445821?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112795145350445821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112795145350445821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112795145350445821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112795145350445821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-room.html' title='my room'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112734757900997664</id><published>2005-09-21T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T17:06:19.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>winnie the pooh</title><content type='html'>My Favorite…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   There are a lot of things that I love to do. But there is only one thing in the world that I love the most is collecting WINNIE THE POOH paraphernalia! Oh how I die each time I see any Winnie the Pooh stuff. I find pooh bear cute so I decided to collect pooh bear since I was 15 years old and I am now 18 and I'll still collect them till I grow older. Oh bother!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112734757900997664?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112734757900997664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112734757900997664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112734757900997664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112734757900997664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/09/winnie-pooh_21.html' title='winnie the pooh'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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-16746824.post-112674521844876073</id><published>2005-09-14T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:27:09.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know kat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,255)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,255,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Who kathy really is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was born on august 03, 1987. I am now 18 years old. I would describe myself as nice and friendly person. You see me as a happy girl at all time. I love making new friends and hangout with them. I am the kind of person who is there when you need someone to lean on. I am the person whom you can trust.I am also very sensitive when it comes to romance. And most of all  I am easily touched by the people with a sad story. I plan to be a care givers one day and help homeless people. I spend my spare time reading CHICKEN SOUP , watching television while eating my favorite food (potato chips), cleaning my room and just hanging-out at the beach alone. I'm really an easy-going person&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16746824-112674521844876073?l=kathdomine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/feeds/112674521844876073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16746824&amp;postID=112674521844876073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112674521844876073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16746824/posts/default/112674521844876073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathdomine.blogspot.com/2005/09/getting-to-know-kat.html' title='Getting to know kat...'/><author><name>katz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08674214978441734784</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>
