tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30661836968306813342011-04-21T16:01:30.047-07:00karl sheenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14401656833508899644noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066183696830681334.post-72737440261279422622008-11-03T18:12:00.000-08:002008-11-03T18:21:26.224-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yH3EkpBb6tI/SQ-vtOrunfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yy-gWIeukTU/s1600-h/karl123.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264619680989879794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 301px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yH3EkpBb6tI/SQ-vtOrunfI/AAAAAAAAAA4/yy-gWIeukTU/s320/karl123.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div> Name: Karl Sheen Ates</div><div> Age: 16</div><div> Address: 104 Meciano Road Dumaguete City</div><div> Motto: " What is Beauty if the brain is empty "</div><div> Hobbies: Playing computer games, playing soccer, drawing, </div><div> eating and sleeping</div><div> Favorite color: pink and black</div><div> Favorite TV series: Betty la Fea and Kahit isang saglit</div><div> Favorite music: Otso-Otso</div><div> My Bestfriend: My lola</div><div> My favorite food: piniritong baboy</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066183696830681334-7273744026127942262?l=karlmanaloss23.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>karl sheenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14401656833508899644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3066183696830681334.post-22272296837983873982008-11-03T17:32:00.001-08:002008-11-03T17:35:37.949-08:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">FRIENDSHIP<br /><br /></span></span><p>Friendship isn't always easily described. The Eskimos, they say, have a hundred different words for snow. Unfortunately, the English language isn't quite as innovative, though it has vast opportunities to differentiate meaning. Certainly, Love is one of those opportunities. And so, too, is Friendship.</p> <p>Instead of different words, however, we're stuck with simple adjectives. Close friend. Best friend. Childhood friend. Intimate friend. Trusted friend. Beloved friend. But whether you use adjectives or different words, few could deny the nearly infinite meaning in such a simple word.</p> <p>Friends are special people. We can't pick our family, and we're sorely limited in the number of them at any rate. Society and mores (and often our own conscience) dictate we select a single mate. But our friends can be as diverse and infinite as the adjectives we choose. Our friends, in a very real sense, reflect the choices we make in life.</p><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3066183696830681334-2227229683798387398?l=karlmanaloss23.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>karl sheenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14401656833508899644noreply@blogger.com1