<?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-10597651</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:17:54.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faye - The Fallen Angel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10597651.post-113156201905876906</id><published>2005-11-10T02:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:46:59.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here we go again</title><content type='html'>Hiyee!&lt;br /&gt;Classes have started again and I'm really not in the mood to start, I guess like anybody else. We were all commenting the our sembreak is bitin. Definitely true.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as usual we had the giving of merit cards for the honor students. Something more surprising happened. Well, actually not at all but because it's not unusual. What I'm talking about is I've got the Character Excellence Award. It's not new for I already received that award twice when I was still a sophomore. I was not expecting it though I have lots of Os in my report card. Last time, during the first quarter, I also had more Os than anybody else in the class but I am not the one who received the award. So, what I was thinking is it not because I had more Os than anybody else, it doesn't mean I'm the one going to receive the certain award.&lt;br /&gt;We had quizzes yesterday, I just hope it will be high. I just want to maintain what I have now, as much as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-113156201905876906?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/113156201905876906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=113156201905876906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113156201905876906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113156201905876906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/11/here-we-go-again.html' title='Here we go again'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-113101817149500476</id><published>2005-11-03T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T19:42:51.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have my XANGA</title><content type='html'>I posted there some of my thoughts for November 1 &amp; 2, so if you wanna read it, just click the link below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/yousei_faye0017"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I'll just update you soon, when i feel like it. I'm currently using 3 blogs but i don't want to close my Blogger. I've been with it for months already. &lt;em&gt;Sayang naman lahat ng linagay ko dito!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-113101817149500476?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/113101817149500476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=113101817149500476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113101817149500476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113101817149500476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-have-my-xanga.html' title='I have my XANGA'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-113070625868871895</id><published>2005-10-31T04:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T05:10:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 2005 is ticking to its end</title><content type='html'>October is about to end again and I have to wait for another year to get older (at least I won't lie in &lt;a href="http://www.friendster.com"&gt;Friendster&lt;/a&gt; about my age).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so glad we have a sembreak. I can get off some tiresome work for the meantime. But some teachers let us make our homeworks at home, kaya yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not anymore sad about my birthday. All is okay, but please &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DO PRAY FOR MY SISTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. She has scoliosis. For those who don't know what it means, better get a dictionary or even have a search engine define its meaning. The spine has rotated (sorry, I don't know if the term is right) 60 degrees already and she must have an operation before November ends, that is, to lessen the degrees to half I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those people who are close to me might consider that we're not close, and often have a fight. But this is a different thing. I don't mean to exaggerate my next statement or what,but there is a possibility she might die because she might not bear the severity of the operation. To think, she is just 10 years old. She was crying to me last night, and I can't resist to cry myself. We've been fighting for years but I can't think that I'll be left alone. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;For 5 years, I was alone&lt;/span&gt;. What I mean is that I'm the only child, and for me there's no wish greater than having a sister or brother. Even though she might not be the sister I've been wishing, she has been with me for 10 years. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I don't want to think that I'll be left alone in my bed again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. No, no and no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I've had the same post in my &lt;a href="http://http://yousei17faye.blogs.friendster.com/faye_the_fallen_angel_v2/"&gt;Friendster Blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-113070625868871895?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/113070625868871895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=113070625868871895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113070625868871895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113070625868871895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/10/october-2005-is-ticking-to-its-end.html' title='October 2005 is ticking to its end'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-113046498911221322</id><published>2005-10-28T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T10:03:09.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am now 15</title><content type='html'>Yup, and my birthday is not too good, really. My 14th birthday is way better but I'm thankful Yahweh let me live another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my birthday, it is quite obvious that something is missing, and I've told some friends about it. I am really in deep sorrow because of that - my wish. My wish is not any material thing, but something that made my heart tremble during my 14th birthday - a person. Yup, I've got a new cellphone but everything dimmed when I just realized that the day ended without that person even greeting me, I have been waiting all day, I almost slept, but nothing happened. The bad memories just kept flashing back into my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I knew being a high school junior isn't going to be easy, for the fact that someone left already. The subjects are a little harder too. It is said to be the most enchanting level, but I ain't feeling anything, just LONELINESS, WORRY, nothing that is not negative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been so happy since 3rd year satrted except that one day in September.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll stop grieving over something that is quite possibel to happen before, but not now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-113046498911221322?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/113046498911221322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=113046498911221322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113046498911221322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113046498911221322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-now-15.html' title='I am now 15'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-113026904843208401</id><published>2005-10-26T03:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T03:37:28.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's my BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>My day has just started and I ain't sure if it's one good birthday...&lt;br /&gt;or just another day. We'll see that later on.&lt;br /&gt;Basta I'm just greeting myself a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Jobelle for greeting me first ahead of them all... ahihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-113026904843208401?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/113026904843208401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=113026904843208401' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113026904843208401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/113026904843208401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-my-birthday.html' title='It&apos;s my BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112988743146868097</id><published>2005-10-21T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T17:37:11.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm...</title><content type='html'>Hiyee, finally the press con is over, and as expected, I didn't make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine with me, I don't want to experience hardships again (in the venue). Darn it, we were so dirty... all over! DAMN! Neil won the 10th but I, &lt;em&gt;hehe, wala&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pero ok yun kasi&lt;/em&gt; this is our first time&lt;em&gt; sa&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;pagsabak sa ganun&lt;/em&gt;. School &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;na lang pwede&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My birthday is just a few days away... and still, I ain't happy. I am still waiting for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;SOMETHING ELSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to happen which is the same wish I had last year. It eventually happened, &lt;em&gt;pero&lt;/em&gt; now? I am losing hope. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'm gonna be one old hog in my birthday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun na muna, gonna read the controversial &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The DA VINCI CODE&lt;/em&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/10597651-112988743146868097?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112988743146868097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112988743146868097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112988743146868097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112988743146868097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/10/uhm.html' title='Uhm...'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112940624228253635</id><published>2005-10-16T03:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T04:09:45.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><content type='html'>...the exams are over! hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to show you my crush but I hope he doesn't see it or else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'LL REALLY CRY HARD!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know me, but my best friend does, for the reason that they are cousins. It might be too vulgar to let it be shown here, &lt;em&gt;kaya&lt;/em&gt; just click the link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y215/yousei_faye0017/838015942515l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;CLICK HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, about (highlight the name) &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JERAMY MENDOZA&lt;/span&gt;, yep, he's still my crush but unfortunately I do not have any picture of him. :( All I know is that he looks like Khuleitte (that's a codename).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y215/yousei_faye0017/16994900460699l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Anyway, this is a picture taken (out of the blue). They were covering my face, and the biggest hand belongs to Bhea. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay enough.&lt;br /&gt;Let's go to the story. I'm so sorry if I sound like a lunatic, it's just that I'm a little bit sleepy (if you wonder why then look at the time I posted this).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;JAMES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday! I hope he had a great time, and today is &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;RACHELLYNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ATE IVY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'s birthday. Yesterday was a not-so-tiring-day because it's rest day. I am so happy the exams are over, but I'm worried about some of the subject's outcome. At this time, I don't care much. But maybe I'll burst into tears the time I see a failing mark. The subjects I'm worried about are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Elective (Advanced Algebra)-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everyone thought it was going to be the easiest exam in the first day, but we were all wrong, it was the hardest, just because its contents and some terminologies weren't discussed. I suppose it wasn't Sir Mark who made it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Filipino&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - Sir Mheong's subjects are always the subjects whose results I am worrying. But this time, it's only Filipino.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;PEHM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; - don't complain! I know it may be easy to some but I'm quite confused with the drawings (ain't talented in such).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chemistry&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; - The subject I hate the most.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just have to pray them over (like what I usually do). We had games last Friday, and fortunately (for the 2nd time) we won! But before that, Kate and I were in a hassle for Lendl brought home Kate's cell phone (shh...) while I on the other hand, got it before Lendl went home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be going &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;press conference on Wednesday, but I'm not too confident our school will make it, we're just a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;neophyte in the world of journalism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I almost forgot, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I'll be celebrating my birthday on the 26th,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 days from now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ano kaya mangyayari dun?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112940624228253635?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112940624228253635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112940624228253635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112940624228253635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112940624228253635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112871428081964471</id><published>2005-10-08T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-08T03:44:40.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's the Month of my Birthday Again</title><content type='html'>... but I can't feel it. &lt;em&gt;Parang&lt;/em&gt; nothing's gonna be special on my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I took the monthly exams &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;, with only one subject left: Advanced Algebra. &lt;em&gt;'Di ko nga namalayan na exam na namin&lt;/em&gt; next week. I hope I'll get good grades, &lt;em&gt;letsugas na&lt;/em&gt; Chemistry &lt;em&gt;yan&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;a href="mailto:+@#&amp;!%"&gt;+@#&amp;amp;!%&lt;/a&gt;@ &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt;! Last week, Thursday and Friday, we had the seminar for Journalism &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; but with a different speaker. This time, marami na kami. &lt;em&gt;Ayun&lt;/em&gt;, the speaker, Mr. Crisanto Avila, always mentions the associate editor (which is my position) and EIC. It went well, and in the upcoming Division Press Conference, I'll be the representative for copyreading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kanina&lt;/em&gt;, we had the mass and the rosary. I sang at the program and it was a duet with Kyle again. Anyway, Kyle is cooperative &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; so I don't have any problems but I know my voice isn't so good as his &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;. The intramurals also started today. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Go JUNIORS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Hindi na&lt;/em&gt; sophomores 'cause 3rd year &lt;em&gt;na kami ngayon&lt;/em&gt;. Good thing, all our games were won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tambak kami sa&lt;/em&gt; project, uber. Goodness, are they killing us?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112871428081964471?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112871428081964471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112871428081964471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112871428081964471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112871428081964471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/10/its-month-of-my-birthday-again.html' title='It&apos;s the Month of my Birthday Again'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112764335083315029</id><published>2005-09-25T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:15:50.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uhm.. Erm..</title><content type='html'>I wasn't expecting that I... I mean we...&lt;br /&gt;will snatch a place from the top 10 in the seminar I was telling you in my previous post!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yeah, I was so glad about it. To think there were almost 60 schools within Cavite who attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ma'am Cherie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;7th place in Editorial writing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Kate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;9th place in Photojournalism.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Neil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;10th place in Editorial Cartooning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (heck, that's me) got the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;5th place in Copyreading &amp; Headline writing&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time (as Ma'am Cherie says) I can join Ma'am Myrna in doing the copyreading, but I won't, and never will give up my position as associate editor. Haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112764335083315029?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112764335083315029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112764335083315029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112764335083315029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112764335083315029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/09/uhm-erm.html' title='Uhm.. Erm..'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112738636174652488</id><published>2005-09-22T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T18:52:41.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update v.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I can't still think of an appropriate title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, it took days before I update again. Im am busy, not just busy but very busy. It is all because of the school paper. Our target date for its first release this S.Y. 2005-06 will be within September. Actually, some of my classmates even told me that they miss me already, just because they can't see my face in the classroom. I am always out because of the layouting of paper. It started last Friday, and I need to review for Chemistry, though I'm not quite sure if I will represent the school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has also been weeks since the last time I've attended scouting (Rovers). The last time was last August &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;. I was absent because of flu, then there were 2 weeks wherein &lt;em&gt;wala kaming&lt;/em&gt; scouting. It's fine with me. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;To be honest, scouting is my hatest subject or org (whatever).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Last week I had to layout and review for that mind-blasting CHEMISTRY subject. Whew! It was really tiring. Then a new week started. Monday and Tuesday, we were still layouting - the very reason that I haven't had the recitation of elements in Chemistry (again). The from yesterday up to tomorrow I will be attending the First Division Seminar in Campus Journalism for Private Schools, held at Woodridge College in Molino, Bacoor. It was so darn boring. Fortunately, the last day will be tomorrow. But today and tomorrow are the scheduled dates for our monthly exams. I just wonder, when will we take our exams? btw I'm with Ma'am Cherie, Neil, Kate, Kuya Abby and Junnie Mae, my co-staffers in the school paper. It is a seminar and a contest at the same time. I'm not expecting to win and I really won't expect, it gives me the nerves. I'm not in condition to write such a beautiful article. All I expected was it is a usual seminar wherein I can sleep. Damn! Okay. Tomorrow will be the awaited awarding, haha. I'm just waiting for my certificate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, 'til here. Buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112738636174652488?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112738636174652488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112738636174652488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112738636174652488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112738636174652488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/09/update-v2.html' title='Update v.2'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112641552193897249</id><published>2005-09-11T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T13:12:01.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>I just can't think of any appropriate title for my post, sorry. My mind is not working too much lately (quite obvious in my previous post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how am I? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;So damn bored but a lil' happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;, I went in my dad's internet cafe, and in the same time I updated my blog. I was such in a hurry then that's why my post is shorter than usual. CJ and Lucille together with Janine kept bugging me about Kuya Veinh (oops, here we go again). They kept on saying the next day that &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Sinilip si Faye ni Kuya Veinh!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Plain weird but true, goodness. At least he remembered me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the mass last &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sept. 08&lt;/span&gt; to commemorate Mama Mary's birthday and also Ma'am Verdadero's, but she wasn't present there. This time, I wasn't able to sing for the choir, the student-teachers sang, together with James, Kuya Edward and Kuya Ark. Okay &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;, less work for me, nyahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sept. 09&lt;/span&gt; was the opening of &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CISAA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As what we usually do, we go to La Salle Dasma and watch the opening (yup, together with the cheering competition and the muses). We were the first batch of BMAers to enter the Grandstand but we had had no seats, they were full. We had no choice but to stand. I saw some of the 4th year students last year, first of them was Kuya Joen. I thought he was angry with me so I wasn't speaking with him. &lt;em&gt;Hindi naman pala galit&lt;/em&gt; so I talked to him minutes later. He was one of my closest friends &lt;em&gt;pa naman&lt;/em&gt; sa batch nila. I'm bored by that time because I can't see anything other than the heads of other students from other schools. Then we went downstairs to accompany Elaine, at the same time, the muses were presented. I saw someone from Starstruck batch 2 but I forgot her name because I'm not a fan of those kinds of shows. And later on, I saw Ate Marie! Actually it was our agreement to see each other &lt;em&gt;kasi sabi niya sisislip daw siya sa&lt;/em&gt; Grandstand. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Ayun, medyo&lt;/em&gt; happy &lt;em&gt;tapos may nangyari pang&lt;/em&gt; something. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;CONFIDENTIAL!&lt;/span&gt; After a long time, &lt;em&gt;sa wakas!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112641552193897249?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112641552193897249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112641552193897249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112641552193897249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112641552193897249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112599617242750591</id><published>2005-09-06T16:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:42:52.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I had&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; influenza (a.k.a. flu)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; last week. I didn't go to school and I wasn't able to witness the school event I was preparing for. &lt;em&gt;Ilang araw din kaming nag-practice for&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Pinoy MTV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. But I felt good after having a rest. Maybe it was meant for me to get sick for me to be able to get a rest. &lt;em&gt;Tulad ng sinasabi nila, inaabuso ko na katawan ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! I topped our class again! I felt so fine. I was so nervous about it. I promise myself that I'll be better para tuloy-tuloy na 'till my final year in high school. We had the merit cards yesterday, as usual. I'm fine with my grades but I felt it's not as high as before. Anyway, we have harder subjects &lt;em&gt;na kasi&lt;/em&gt;. And I have to strive harder, no grades lower than 85 is a requirement for me to be an honor student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sir Ronndell is leaving for Korea (totoo naman kaya?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. He texted me yesterday. I felt sad (of course). Aside from he became my crush, he became a good friend. &lt;em&gt;Kaasar!&lt;/em&gt; Pero good thing I was able to see him before he leaves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aww, katamad mag-&lt;/em&gt;update. Til next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112599617242750591?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112599617242750591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112599617242750591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112599617242750591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112599617242750591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/09/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112514415163449940</id><published>2005-08-27T19:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T20:17:52.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chemistry spells NEW CRUSH</title><content type='html'>Yeah, it's because of chemistry that I got a new crush. I'm talking about the subject Chemistry not the word they use when somebody is "&lt;em&gt;bagay&lt;/em&gt;" with the other. And he looks like my ex-crush, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Khuleitte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;DLSU Manila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; today and I was super excited about it. It will be my first time going to Manila without my relatives and my first time to enter DLSU Manila. We attended a seminar about chemistry and two of our 4th year students competed for the quiz bee. Next year, it will be us who will compete for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Chemistry Challenge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and next year, it will be the 7th time. Our representatives didn't qualify for the top 11 so all we did was to watch those who qualified. There was this guy there who was uber cute! And a plus factor was is that he is great in Chemistry! He led the score in the easy round and ended up being the 3rd when the quiz bee ended. Actually, he was the first guy I noticed there. I didn't intend to find another crush but I can't resist the fact that he looks like Khuleitte - but this time, the Chem wiz. I just can't help but notice him when he had consecutive correct answers in the quiz bee. And because of him, now &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am inspired to be a Chem wiz as well --- just like HIM!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, I won in DLSU's raffle. I got a hot oil. Actually I was surprised to get one because I'm not lucky in those kinds of things, things that require &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (e.g. &lt;em&gt;hula-hula&lt;/em&gt; in tests).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fine now. Not so fine but I'm better this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might ask what's the guy's name, but please keep this as a secret --- &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;JERAMY MENDOZA&lt;/span&gt;... just highlight the text to know his name. But the chances to meet him again is one in a thousand... he's from Bulacan. Haha. Till here!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112514415163449940?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112514415163449940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112514415163449940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112514415163449940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112514415163449940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/08/chemistry-spells-new-crush.html' title='Chemistry spells NEW CRUSH'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112442748863039586</id><published>2005-08-19T12:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:56:57.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FREAKIN Worried</title><content type='html'>I am so worried with my grades, feels like I won't be able to top the class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel the love of anybody right now, I can't feel any support. They keep on telling me that I can do it but right now ... feels like I'm all alone. Sometimes, the internet makes me happy because of comrades I don not see but make me feel that I am loved, but it doesn't last for long.. I am alone in this world, full of miseries and I am suffering from one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm different, far from good. I ain't no use in this f*ck*ng world. Everybody leaves, while I pretend to be happy. The truth is I'm not, who the hell cares? &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;ANYONE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my old life back, a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that's harmonious,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt; friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; that do not leave me and make me feel bad, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;who is HIGH spiritually. The one who never gives up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not that FAYE anymore, are you willing to help?&lt;br /&gt;Darn it, I'm totally helpless, but let's pretend I am, I can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ang babaw ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112442748863039586?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112442748863039586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112442748863039586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112442748863039586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112442748863039586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/08/freakin-worried.html' title='FREAKIN Worried'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112398974026963157</id><published>2005-08-14T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-14T11:42:05.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Exams Ahead</title><content type='html'>We're going to have our exams on Tuesday. It will be up to Friday. Holy crap, this is what I hate the most. What I really wait for is whenever the exams end, I'll have 2 days of nonstop sleep, but then I can't stop thinking about my grades. Being grade-conscious is one of the things I hate about myself yet, I can't stop. It has always been a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't make my entry too long for I still have to study for our exams. I'm quite scared of what will become of my grades. I hope it will be all fine. If you have read my posts last &lt;a href="http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_yousei17faye_archive.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;April 2005&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you'll know that I am a sort of an achiever. Most people think it is good to be part of the top, yet sometimes I imagine myself of not being in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Being an honor student isn't always&lt;br /&gt;good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I hate it when people notice whenever I get low grades. Feels like it's always a big deal. Like most of us use as an excuse, "&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tao rin ako at nagkakamali&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;." I must be ready for whatever that will happen. I know I won't always be in the top. But as long as I can do it, sige lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'll get good grades this quarter. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Being a high school junior gives me the creeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112398974026963157?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112398974026963157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112398974026963157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112398974026963157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112398974026963157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/08/quarter-exams-ahead.html' title='Quarter Exams Ahead'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112332761571899634</id><published>2005-08-06T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T19:26:55.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, Busy, Busy</title><content type='html'>The past week is a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUSY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; one. This is the week that we really have to work on our projects. I really don't like it! Who likes projects anyway? Good thing we are grouped. I don't want to have all the expenses! haha. Actually this was the school year wherein I gotta go to places to buy things needed for our projects. &lt;em&gt;Kaya, nagiging lakwatsera na tuloy ako&lt;/em&gt;. My classmates aren't used to it. &lt;em&gt;Nagiging gala na ako! Isa itong malaking pagbabago!&lt;/em&gt; I usually stay at home &lt;em&gt;lang kasi&lt;/em&gt;. I'm more of the introvert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Last Monday&lt;/span&gt;, we had our seminar for the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;FIRE DRILL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We had our classes shortened as well. It was up to Tuesday. After having the seminar, Ralph, Claudine, Joana Lei, Lendl (our new classmate) and I went to Walter then to SM Dasma but before going there I accompanied Ralph at Robinsons Pala-pala (malapait lang naman yun sa SM) because we aren't allowed yet to enter SM. Students are allowed to enter at 5 o'clock. I saw Sir Ronndell but it looks like he doesn't remember me anymore *sobs* but it doesn't hurt too much, he isn't my crush anymore (and I don't have any crushes either). I was kinda worried and nervous when I saw him. It was 2 years since we last met so maybe he can't remember how I look like anymore. But some said &lt;em&gt;na siguro kaya ganun is dahil hindi ko siya binati&lt;/em&gt;... &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;MAYBE&lt;/span&gt;. Anyway, Lendl was my groupmate and the rest were members o diferent groups (it's for our project in Chem).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday, August 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- We went to Lendl's house to do our project. We had the chance to meet his mom and his sister. Kate, Ralph and Claudine cooked spaghetti. It was our merienda.&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Thursday, August 4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Classes shortened up to 1:30! But our curfew is only until 4. We are not allowed to stay at school later than 4, and it was all the thief's fault. We had 3 lost wallets last week.&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Friday, August 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was tthe first day that we are going to use our &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ROVER NECKERCHIEF&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; at school and we are instructed how to fold it, kinda hard though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TODAY, August 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I woke up at around 7. I had to because Lea and Marian together with Neziel will come over. It's for our project in Values. At 1;30, we went to Lendl's cribs. We finally saw Lendl's father. I think his family is fine, we are warmly accepted in their house, we had fun (I think so) while doing our project. I forgot to tell you theat lendl calls me &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Ate Faye&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Te Faye&lt;/span&gt; (despite the fact that he is older than me by months) and I call him &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Bunso&lt;/span&gt;. Nyahaha. We're getting closer &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; (all our classmates as well).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm to tired to write, till next time. Wiedersehen!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112332761571899634?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112332761571899634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112332761571899634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112332761571899634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112332761571899634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/08/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, Busy, Busy'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112277310510415739</id><published>2005-07-31T08:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T09:25:05.110+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I WON!</title><content type='html'>Uhm, well sorry for not updating you the past week. I've been so busy, &lt;em&gt;sunud-sunod pa man din ang&lt;/em&gt; activities and &lt;em&gt;puyatan pa&lt;/em&gt;! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last July 23-24, we had our &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;recollection&lt;/span&gt; sa BMA compound, sa school and the fee was 700 pesos, WHATTA?! Yeah it's expensive yet &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;school &lt;em&gt;lang ang&lt;/em&gt; venue and I can say &lt;em&gt;na hindi sulit&lt;/em&gt;. Okay si Brother Boy (our facilitator) but the food and the sleeping quarters? A BIG NO! My back ached when we were sleeping, and the food, it didn't taste that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, that is, Monday, we only had 3 classes. The admin allowed us to go to school at 12. I was soooo TIRED! But I'm glad they let us relax. It was really tiring, and I was bringing a really big bag to carry my stuff together with the beddings (we have to bring our own beddings, including the comforter) and I just walked. Anyway, walking distance &lt;em&gt;lang ang&lt;/em&gt; house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday&lt;/span&gt; - looks like I can't remember anything except that ex-crushie thing &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;(I don't have any crushes at the present but I'm still thinking of somebody)&lt;/span&gt; and the article I had to follow-up. Ma'am Verdadero (the owner of the school) was the one I am assigned to interview but she was very busy that whenever I go to her office, she's not there, so I made an appointment &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt;, and at last, &lt;em&gt;naabutan&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;ko rin siya&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, July 29, the program proper for the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nutrition Month&lt;/span&gt; is scheduled for this day as well as the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rover Vigil&lt;/span&gt;. In the morning, some selected Rovers and Roverettes (including me) assisted elementary students in the parade. I was assigned sa Grade II Meekness, and they were OMG! But it was fun, haha. Everytime the kids see a baby, laging "HI BABY!" Kuya Kiko even said "&lt;em&gt;Hi baby kayo ng hi baby, kilala niyo ba yang mga 'yan&lt;/em&gt;?"  There was this kid, Kurt, who was holding my hand and saying, "&lt;em&gt;Isasama kita sa classroom namin para classmates na tayo&lt;/em&gt;!" He was playing with me, hehe. Anyway, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I won the essay contest, first place&lt;/span&gt;! I thought it was the 4th year who got the place, but I heard the name so I was happy and I ran &lt;em&gt;papunta sa&lt;/em&gt; stage. It was my second time winning the 1st place, &lt;em&gt;ansarap ng&lt;/em&gt; feeling! In all the activities nanalo ang section namin. For NutriSong and Cooking, we got 1st place as well. Sa slogan and poster, we won 2nd place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;AND AT LAST, THE &lt;strong&gt;ROVER VIGIL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really not enthusiastic about this, actually I hate, well urm... I don't like activities like these but it's compulsary so I can't do anything about it. It was held at the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Vel Maris school&lt;/span&gt;. I also saw &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Sir Jun Cuneta and Sir Ronnie de Luna&lt;/span&gt;,  former scout masters of our school. My least fave part? The lecture. It was so darn boring, plus the fact na I'm sleepy already. My fave part? When we were holding each other's shoulders and we were blindfolded. We don't know where the hell we are going. And at last, the giving of neckerchief and certificates, I'm finally a &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;ROVERETTE&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to rest, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; To August, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;WELCOME&lt;/span&gt;! (August &lt;em&gt;na bukas&lt;/em&gt;!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112277310510415739?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112277310510415739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112277310510415739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112277310510415739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112277310510415739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-won.html' title='I WON!'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112158511164995258</id><published>2005-07-17T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T15:25:11.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding my SOULMATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit kaya parang ang bilis ng panahon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Before I totally dc and go on with my life without being online, lemme update you first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past week, well &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang napakabilis&lt;/span&gt;. Then later on, it's my birthday again, then Christmas, then another year. I'm getting older by days! Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something this week that I've been really waiting for. Guess what? As what the title implies,  it's all about SOULMATES! I don't entirely believe soulmates but after knowing Sir Mheong's experience,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; parang naniwala na ako!  &lt;/span&gt;Too bad I wasn't there when they did it. I'm lazy of telling you the whole story again so I'm gonna copy my post in &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/teentalk"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;TeenTalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="overflow: auto; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dunno if anyone knew this procedure eh but I think it's real fun! Kasi naman eh, di ko tuloy nakita dahil sa essay eriting contest, hope I'll win!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;May pinagawa yung teacher namin sa amin na parang mga yoga exercises. Nagmukha kaming mga engot dun ah, but it was fun tas pinaupo kami. Pinapikit ang mata at sasabihin daw namin (sa aming mga sarili) na "enerhiya, manatili ka sa aming katawan." Pag naramdamn mo na parang may part sa katawan mo na naninigas at di mo na talaga magalaw, ibig sabihin pinagbigyan ka ng kapaligiran. Tsaka mo lang muling ididilat mata mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2ND PART - Hindi ko na naabutan 'to. Ang ginawa nila parang pinaglakbay sila (yung mga diwa nila) at may pinapuntahan sa kanila ang teacher ko na isang lugar. Tas may makikita kang tao which is, yung soulmate mo! Kaso, oftentimes, you won't see his/her face. At pwede ka niyang kausapin. May ibibigay siya sa'yo at may ibibigay ka rin sa kanya. Pwede rin siyang sumagot sa mga tanong mo. Pero 2 mins lang kayo mag-uusap, then ibabalik na ang diwa mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3RD PART - Dahil wala ako nito, hindi ko ito ginawa. Ido-drawing mo lahat ng nakita mo at i-interpret ng teacher ko. Pati kung ilang taon bago mo makita soulmate mo, sasabihin niya. Astig diba? Yung nangyari noon sa teacher ko, ang dami nilang similarities at nagkita talaga sila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may ask, pa'no pag wala akong nakita. Sabi ng teacher namin, mutant daw yun, either good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uulitin naman so I'll have the chance! Astig.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask my other classmates &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang&lt;/span&gt; and some high school students in our school! It's kinda scary but I'm really determined to do it next time. I was really curious about it. Anyway, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'di lang naman ako ang 'di naka-&lt;/span&gt;experience&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eh, pati si&lt;/span&gt; James. He was in the Poster making contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My school orgs? Going well! I' quite busy and lazy at the same time! I'm included in all the orgs I applied for.  I dunno if they'll allow me to have 5 but as long as it's okay, then fine, haha. In &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;CHOIR&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I'll be singing in the mass together with Kyle (duet)&lt;/span&gt; for next month. A lil' scary, never experienced to sing for the whole school. In &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;BLUE &amp; WHITE&lt;/span&gt; (the official school paper), I need to interview Ma'am V (owner of the school) about the new building and it is due on Thursday this week. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Computer Club&lt;/span&gt; is the club that really excites me! Surprising, I'm the president in Computer Club for this school year 2005-06! Whoa. *drops jaw* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nasabi ko na ba na&lt;/span&gt; I'm the auditor for &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Math &amp; Science&lt;/span&gt;? Hehe. And Yasmin's our PresElect, Azteeg \m/ Finally, sa &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;LRC&lt;/span&gt;, we haven't had our meeting yet and the election of officers are not yet finished. Gotta wait till next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I'll win in the essay contest, kahit 2nd or 3rd lang, it's fine with me. Last year, I won the first prize, i wasn't expecting it! I don't wanna expect too much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman eh&lt;/span&gt;, anyway I'm &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;pessimistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; naman&lt;/span&gt; eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112158511164995258?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112158511164995258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112158511164995258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112158511164995258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112158511164995258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/07/finding-my-soulmate.html' title='Finding my SOULMATE'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112099726513210098</id><published>2005-07-10T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T19:25:05.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment of Meditation</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy this past week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;The ELECTION:&lt;/span&gt; I lost, twas because of the elementary votes. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt; okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;. Good luck to the winners, actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;straight yung kabilang&lt;/span&gt; party, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lahat sila&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nanalo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Malakas daw yung &lt;/span&gt;party &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namin sa&lt;/span&gt; high school &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaso unti lang daw kasi sila kung iko-compare sa&lt;/span&gt; elementary. Anyway, I'll still continue to serve our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://http//www.candymag.com/teentalk/index.php?topic=76535.930"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kung pwede, yung iba na lang&lt;/span&gt;. I'm speaking in behalf of the party, but I'm feeling well now. So doncha worry. I just typed in my thoughts by the time I felt so stressed and surprised about the results. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walang samaan ng loob sa makakabasa nun ah! &lt;/span&gt;I'm in my normal mode already. My crush supported me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;naman&lt;/span&gt; so it's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"bawi " na&lt;/span&gt;. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My clubs? I'm getting busy, really. I'm scared na I won't make it in the top this time but I'll continue to do my best. All I have with me is my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;education&lt;/span&gt; and my &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;rich spiritual life&lt;/span&gt;. Losing the election will open new opportunities. My sister in TeenTalk (Erika) even said that, "When God closes the door, He opens a window." My other sissie in TeenTalk (Karen) said that Erika's right and hope I'll be able to find that window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start working on Blue and White and the choir (we'll be having a mass this week).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I went to Bhea's place. We made our project in English, and fortunately we already finished it. I'm proud we all made our part there and I think it's really amazing! We're going to pass it tomorrow (ahead of time, it's due on the last week of July). After that, I went to Hazel for our practice in our role playing. We have to do our best so that we'll be exempted in our Filipino quiz (it's for our Filipino class). It was real fun, I'm going to do my best now, you'll see! With God by my side I know I can do &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;ABSOLUTELY ANYTHING&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gusto ko bawiin yung&lt;/span&gt; 6/20 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ko sa &lt;/span&gt;quiz in Chem because I was so stressed and depressed by what happened in the Miting de Avanse. Last Friday, I was so ranty because of what happened, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang sakit kasi&lt;/span&gt;. I treated them as bros and sissies, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya kahit makulit ang&lt;/span&gt; boys especially Von, okay &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lang&lt;/span&gt;. I don't have any brothers &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About VEINH (it's his codename), if you'll ever read my post, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;MAMANSIN KA NA! MISS NA KITA!&lt;/span&gt; We see each other nga but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wala naman&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puro&lt;/span&gt; glimpses &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang ako sa iyo. Intindihin mo&lt;/span&gt;, I'm so shy in front of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.naruto-kun.com/images/narutotest/neji.jpg" alt="naruto" border="0" height="97" width="212" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;a href="http://naruto-kun.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Which Naruto Character Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Test by &lt;a href="http://www.naruto-kun.com/" target="_blank" title="naruto"&gt;naruto&lt;/a&gt; - kun.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Amazing! Am  I really like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;HYUUGA NEJI&lt;/span&gt;? Haha, My confidence is not as oozing as his. Ta-tah for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-112099726513210098?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112099726513210098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112099726513210098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112099726513210098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112099726513210098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/07/moment-of-meditation.html' title='A Moment of Meditation'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-112021880123066666</id><published>2005-07-01T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T20:18:24.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A FREAKY week</title><content type='html'>Oh well, what does &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FREAKY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; really mean? Will you please tell me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are lots of things that happened this week. But I don't have much time telling my story. Besides, the computer is really working very slow. I'll just tell you the memorable or &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;pinaka-naalala ko&lt;/em&gt;" events&lt;/span&gt;. That &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KHULEITTE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;em&gt;Walang araw&lt;/em&gt; na he won't greet me "Hi Faye!" or a smile, &lt;em&gt;talagang&lt;/em&gt; everyday! &lt;em&gt;Kanina&lt;/em&gt;, I was inside my classoom (we have a class) and he was outside, then somebody greeted me, "Hi Faye!" in a really loud voice that some of classmates started giggling (&lt;em&gt;kinikilig&lt;/em&gt; for me). I dunno the reason why, &lt;em&gt;basta 'pag di ko siya binati&lt;/em&gt;, he makes the first move. &lt;em&gt;ASTIG&lt;/em&gt;! I wonder why. &lt;em&gt;Pero nung&lt;/em&gt; Tuesday, I dunno what happened to me but I greeted him first! He was like two kilometers away from me when I called him up and said, "Hello!" with matching &lt;em&gt;kaway&lt;/em&gt;. I dunno what came into my head. Maybe it's because they were insisting that I like his other classmate (which is not true, his classmate may be impressive, but I really don't like his 'tude) and I only wanted to prove them it wasn't true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy today! Aside from that CRUSHIE THING huh? It's because of the clubs I joined (not all but some). I have some really good news about our offcial school paper (Blue and White)! I became the &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ASSOCIATE EDITOR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Which means, I am second to the highest position (the Editor-in-chief)! *tears in eyes for joy* haha. Our adviser in the school paper (Ma'am Cherry) told me that since the Editor-in-Chief should be in fourth year, she put me into the associate editor. Whatta a big break! I'll be trained to be the EDITOR-IN-CHIEF next school year. In computer club, I dunno why but Ma'am Che always says that I know more about computers than her, looks like she really is OVERestimating me. She even said in a jokingly way that I was overqualified for the club! I think I'm not that great, pero Ma'am Che is one of my closest teachers 'coz we both share the same interest, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;COMPUTERS&lt;/span&gt;! When I was in first year highschool, I'm the only member who is a freshman, all the other members were older than I am. In SBC, we had the meeting. We'll have the campaign on July 5. Will you help me have some ideas for my speech? I have the talent for speechmaking, but I'm really nervous about this. SCOUTING - I'm one of the leaders, in Rover scouting to be specific. &lt;em&gt;'Di kasi kami&lt;/em&gt; C.A.T. (&lt;em&gt;tama ba&lt;/em&gt;?). This really is a big break for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I received that strange e-mail telling me I was about to inherit big money (US dollars 2M) from a deceased person named Mr. David something who died with his family last February 4, 2000. I guess that was just one of those pranks, so I ignored it but haven't erased the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#9999ff;"&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/10597651-112021880123066666?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/112021880123066666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=112021880123066666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112021880123066666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/112021880123066666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/07/freaky-week.html' title='A FREAKY week'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111979168190127912</id><published>2005-06-26T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T22:51:03.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freaky ME</title><content type='html'>Just feeling silly. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;playing fool&lt;/span&gt; with my sister then it turned out to be a fight, &lt;em&gt;napikon kasi sa akin&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;I have already agreed to run for SBC as Treasurer.&lt;/span&gt; Believe it or not, I have already planned what to say but I'm scared that I'll have my tongue tied. I wish that it won't...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, we had the registration in clubs. Each student will have a minimum of 3 clubs and a maximum of 4 clubs. Since&lt;em&gt; pasaway&lt;/em&gt; ako, I got 5. But doncha worry, there's still some screening so I'm not sure if I'll be able to qualify in all the other clubs. There's only one club na sure na talaga... &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;choir&lt;/span&gt;. We had the audition last friday. The 4 clubs were: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Computer Club&lt;/span&gt; (oh please, I'm a computer addict), &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Math &amp; Science&lt;/span&gt; (I like Sci, but Math, so-so), &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Friends of the LRC&lt;/span&gt; (we really had fun in this club) and lastly, the &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Blue &amp;amp; White&lt;/span&gt; (I'm aspiring to be a journalist someday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also started &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Rover scouting&lt;/span&gt;. I haven't had my uniform yet. It's the 4th year's Youth Encounter kaya kami lang muna. Maybe I'll change my mind about that crush. I really like &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;KHULEITTE&lt;/span&gt;! But I'll make sure it will not be to the extreme &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt; I fall again then end up being broken. He smiles a lot aqnd he often greets me "&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Hi Faye&lt;/span&gt;" even if my other classmates are with me. Just imagine how &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;kilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, SBC. I'm freaking out! I dunno what to do, mapapagod nanaman ako. Pero I wish me and Kate (running for treasure as well) the best of luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;a href="http://letsmakeadifference0506.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click here&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for more info about my party (courtesy of &lt;a href="http://frozenhellofisis.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chelz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111979168190127912?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111979168190127912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111979168190127912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111979168190127912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111979168190127912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/06/freaky-me.html' title='Freaky ME'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111910060145165119</id><published>2005-06-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T21:16:41.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Decision To Make</title><content type='html'>Hi there! Well, starting on Monday we'll have regular classes. Our dismissal will be at 3:00 in the afternoon. &lt;em&gt;Aga noh?&lt;/em&gt; But we only have &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;two breaks and 20 minutes each &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! They don't want to have very long breaks &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;ang daya&lt;/em&gt;! And to think, I'm already in third year high school and we have very complicated subjects! &lt;em&gt;Wala na silang awa&lt;/em&gt;. Good thing dismissal time's early, and I don't go to other places after school, only if needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the title of this post, yep, I have to decide if I'll run for SBC or Student Body Council. If I continue, I'll be running under Ate AC and Ate Sarah's party. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;The position is -&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;TREASURER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Haven't said a "yes" or "no" yet. I'm troubled kasi. My reasons for going and not going are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I need to go so that:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If I win, I'll be able to join more clubs.&lt;br /&gt;2. If I win, my abilities in leadership will improve.&lt;br /&gt;3. If I win, I'll be more confident.&lt;br /&gt;4. I will not have a hard time relating to other fellow students for they are familiar with me already, whether I win or lose.&lt;br /&gt;5. It wil be easier for me if I run for a position next school year and;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lastly, I will not regret whether I win or lose for I have tried running for a position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a NO-NO because&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. ...there are more expenses&lt;br /&gt;2. ...I'm scared of what other people might think of me.&lt;br /&gt;3. ...the speech I will make (though they say I have the talent for speech-making)&lt;br /&gt;4. ...the Miting De Avanse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But whatever decision I might make, good luck for me. Help me, please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, and sleep tight friends!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111910060145165119?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111910060145165119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111910060145165119' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111910060145165119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111910060145165119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/06/decision-to-make.html' title='A Decision To Make'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111873803648196542</id><published>2005-06-14T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:33:59.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classes Resume</title><content type='html'>I dunno what the heck is going on but I really don't feel like going to school, it gives me the creeps. Yeah, people I knew there are nice but there's something in me that scares me a lot, maybe the harder subjects, results, but it's more than that. I dunno. I hope I'll get over this. For the meantime, I'm gonna rest because I only slept for 2 hours (imagine that!) I am not excited, I'm anxious of what will happen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new building, you may ask. The building is not yet finished, it needs more paint. Our classrooms? Placed in a secluded section of the school. It is wide but it's very hot for the reason that the rooms are not yet placed with electric fans. I guess BMA is not yet ready. There are lots of things they need to work to. I've got a new classmate as well, and he is a guy, and I think he is very quiet. Honestly I can see my uncle in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw that old love interest of mine - KHULEITTE. Wow! He was so cute! Too bad I promised myself not to have any crushes from the school, and with teachers as well. I'll try to live without a crush if I can! I know I can do it. Besides, I have to focus with my studies, there are lots of harder subjects, ya know. Though you may say having a crush is not bad, but I'm so fed up, I might start falling again. I haven't moved on yet, it is plain hard for me to do. I believe that a solution to a broken heart is not by replacing the guy who hurted you and pretending you really like the other guy you replaced him with but deep inside you want your old interest back (it's kinda &lt;em&gt;magulo&lt;/em&gt;). I have realized that my other crushes were just pretentions of mine, and I'm not yet over with Veinh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this day turned out to be really bad, with your mom nagging at you all the time and your annoying sister, as well as your father who reprimanded you for nothing! I am really tired, I lack rest and I need to recover for tomorrow to be a better day. I am tired but I alloted my spare time in blogging so that I can update you (it's been almost two weeks since I last updated you.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edited my template again, I accidentally erased the template so I have to work on it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this school year will not be as scary as it looks. Actuallly, this was my very first time that I somewhat hated going to school. My reason for being there was attendance, and my friends but I'll work it out. I'll be the responsible student everybody sees, that's what they think of me. I'm not pretending, I'm not a hypocrite but studying and doing my best now will greatly affect the consequences I'll have to face in the future. Maybe my knowledge will be my key to helping other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao! ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111873803648196542?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111873803648196542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111873803648196542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111873803648196542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111873803648196542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/06/classes-resume.html' title='Classes Resume'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111832452494449299</id><published>2005-06-09T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T16:57:09.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Musical Baton</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(232,116,160)"&gt;&lt;a href="http://xxxsaixxx.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);" &gt;... was passed to me by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://alive-enix.tk/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Total volume of music in my computer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* about ? (My dad formatted all my files)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;The last CD I bought was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;*Christian Bautista's CD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Song playing right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* Slow Jam - Usher feat. Monica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Five songs I listen to lately or mean a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* Constantly - MYMP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* Take Away - Genuwine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* The Day You Said Goodnight - Hale&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* Untitled - Simple Plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* Hold You Down - Jennifer Lopez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;5 people to whom I'm passing the baton:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://bundlesoffairytales.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Faye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255); FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kapangalan ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://winterscent.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Faye Dominique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://muahkeiytmuah.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Keiyt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://zhanmire09.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Ruzzell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)" href="http://jasmirish.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Irish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Keep the musical baton passing! ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111832452494449299?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111832452494449299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111832452494449299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111832452494449299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111832452494449299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/06/musical-baton.html' title='The Musical Baton'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111757705778279223</id><published>2005-06-01T06:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T06:04:17.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's June Again</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back! I'm really sorry if I haven't been updating you lately. I can't use our computer. It's not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sira&lt;/span&gt; or anything but there are lots of kids who use it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya&lt;/span&gt; I have no time to use it for myself. We have an internet cafe na kasi. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Alam mo bang maaga pa akong gumising para lang mag&lt;/span&gt;-update? I've been online lately but my time isn't enough to update. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mamaya-maya na lang kasi may biglang maglalaro&lt;/span&gt;. So annoying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nga&lt;/span&gt; but I have to wait. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pera din 'to&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tita Ning and family are already here in Phils. and Wea is now a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;spokening dollar&lt;/span&gt;" as they say. She doesn't seem to understand Tagalog anymore, only a lil'.  Twas May 25 when they came, but they went to Bicol last Friday. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bumalik na&lt;/span&gt;. I guess they just came to visit my uncle who I think is critical in the hospital, and I dunno the exact facts about what had happened. Even if I knew, I won't be able to tell you so. It's kinda confidential, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really inspired! What will you feel if somebody says you're important to him? Nyahaha. That's what happened that's why I'm happy, but he isn't my crush &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;hindi pwede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! But I'm not gonna tell who that person is, I'll keep my mouth shut about it, period! Just one clue: I often talk to him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kahit nung may pasok pa&lt;/span&gt;! And another thing, I saw my ex-crushie in the cafe, kaso ex-crushie&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eh&lt;/span&gt;, not present. *smiles*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's June again, and a few days from now I'll be returning to school but I still don't want to. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ewan&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Siguro&lt;/span&gt; I don't expect to see anyone new &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya ganun&lt;/span&gt;. But I hope school will be nice, and there are lots of memorable experiences to keep in my head like in the previous school year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayonara!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111757705778279223?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111757705778279223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111757705778279223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111757705778279223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111757705778279223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-june-again.html' title='It&apos;s June Again'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111677476073832579</id><published>2005-05-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T22:07:05.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Again</title><content type='html'>It's been almost a week since the last time I posted in my blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm so annoyed. Why? There are lots of things that annoys me right now. One reason was that girl who keeps on posting at my Xanga guestbook. I'm not using it anymore but I keep receiving emails from Xanga telling me that I've got a new message. Whenever I read my guestbook, it always has the same message and always comes from a girl named &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monica&lt;/span&gt;. Here's her message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;hey nice blog...i think u live near me.. why don't you hit me up on msn at playboymonica2@hotmail.com i'll go on cam for u babe.. speak soon, kisses-monica&lt;/blockquote&gt;That was her latest comment. It was the 5th time. She uses usernames like &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;sweetbabe55,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;monicacam11&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;monica20hot&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;affmonica&lt;/span&gt;. All of these were shut down! wtf, how could she tell me that she lives near me? &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't even know her&lt;/span&gt;. What I've discovered was that she keeps on posting it on everybody else's blogs in xanga and she likes flirting with boys and girls! My goodness, I'm not a bi! Duh, what a slut. And she loves sex, omg. I'm not too liberated like her! I don't do stuff like that. Anyways, I shouldn't be minding her. I don't even know her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one that frustrates me is &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;friendster&lt;/span&gt;. Yeah, I'm a user but I'm getting so fed up. I'm now even thinking of its purpose. But I'm not quitting. It is my only access to long lost friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, those who promised to give me a testimonial after I've given them one. Don't you know how to keep promises?! Anyways, I'm often overlooked. I did what I'm supposed to do and now, what? Where's your promise? Argh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna pray it over &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na lang&lt;/span&gt;. It's not worth my time.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for this, co-bloggers. Just wanted to release the burden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111677476073832579?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111677476073832579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111677476073832579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111677476073832579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111677476073832579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-again.html' title='Back Again'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111611710496195553</id><published>2005-05-15T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-15T08:31:44.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Well, it's been a long time since I wrote long posts. I won't assure you that this will be long but I assure you that this is longer than my previous post. I'll start of with 13 since I know my post on that date was kinda short.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 13, Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- 'Twas fiesta here in Salitran. I slept late and obviously I woke up late too. What woke me up was the drumming of the band marching around the village. It was so loud that I almost felt like I woke up at the wrong side of the bed that's why I was frowning. Duh, wish I could sleep more. Had long time editing my blog. It almost took me five hours. It would not have been that too long if the Internet card I was using was fast! I wasn't able to watch Samurai X &lt;em&gt;tuloy&lt;/em&gt;. Actually I really didn't like Rurouni Kenshin when it was first aired but now I don't know why I'm loving it. Anyways my sister just told me the whole thing going on in Samurai X. I had this craving for anime. I like Naruto too! I like Sasuke that's why even our troop in scouting the previous year was named after him! I like his brother Itachi too. They almost look the same &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;. I watched Meteor Garden as well. I'm really not a fan of F4 but the story was great (I think). Jerry Yan's smile reminds me of somebody though I don't know why I remember that person. Guess I both find their smiles killer! Mom and Faith together with Kuya Eric went outside the village &lt;em&gt;para maki-fiesta&lt;/em&gt;. They returned at almost 11 in the evening. I am not fond of going to parties and &lt;em&gt;handaan&lt;/em&gt;s so it would be normal for me to just hang at the house. You will rarely see me outside that's why &lt;em&gt;unti lang nakakakilala sa'kin dito sa&lt;/em&gt; village.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;May 14,  Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Danna Fame, David Dandan and Kuya Bruce celebrates their birthday for today. Haven't greeted them though. Lea and I had our 2nd monthsary as best friends. Hazel and I were already 8 months as best friends. I don't have any remaining balance in my cp number so I wasn't able to greet them as well, but as what Hazel said, dates aren't important, what's important is how you two share the friendship. Faith went with her friends in Greenwoods. I don't know where that place is. Mom and Dad were hesitant in allowing her to go but I don't know what changed their minds. Overnight &lt;em&gt;pa 'yun&lt;/em&gt;.  I can't even go to a village nearby all by myself for they won't permit me, &lt;em&gt;may sundo pa 'yun&lt;/em&gt;. But that's fine, though Jlei was inviting me to go to their house &lt;em&gt;kaso nga 'di ako pinayagan&lt;/em&gt;. I called at Yasmin's place to tell her the story of that stupid letter. Okay, not stupid letter, letter na &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt;. Afterwards, Mom and I went to SM Bacoor to withdraw money for our enrolment. Know what? I'll be staying in BMA! The start of classes was moved to June 13. The other building for high school students is not yet finished. Haven't seen anyone familiar. When I went home, I slept for I felt exhausted. I woke up at 5 in the afternoon. Went online din yesterday. Organized my accounts with different websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 15, Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- I am still awake, up to now. Haven't got any sleep but I guess I'll sleep later on. &lt;em&gt;'Di na nga maayos&lt;/em&gt; schedule &lt;em&gt;ng tulog ko&lt;/em&gt;. I am still reading Purpose Driven Life. &lt;em&gt;Wala pa namang&lt;/em&gt; 40 days, but I read 4 chapters for today to make up for those days I missed reading one chapter. Felt lazy yesterday &lt;em&gt;eh&lt;/em&gt;. I also organized my drawer and other stuff and later on I'll have my whole room cleaned. Mom went to work early. I don't know &lt;em&gt;kung bakit may pasok pa siya&lt;/em&gt; since it's Sunday. Dad's classmates during high school will later be here. I'll lock myself at room, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Till next time &lt;em&gt;na lang&lt;/em&gt;. Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. This is longer &lt;em&gt;ha&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111611710496195553?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111611710496195553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111611710496195553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111611710496195553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111611710496195553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/05/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111597313065100466</id><published>2005-05-14T07:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T16:32:10.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After A Long Day's Work</title><content type='html'>I'm back after a few weeks. I am so sorry for not updating. Anyways you may notice that I have a new template- Fallen Angel. Got it from blogskins, but I edited it a lot so there are lot of differences. I'm so busy right now, and any minute the internet card will run up. So better get going. Buh-bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111597313065100466?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111597313065100466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111597313065100466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111597313065100466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111597313065100466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/05/after-long-days-work.html' title='After A Long Day&apos;s Work'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111487098972860721</id><published>2005-05-01T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:00:29.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faye the Insomniac</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If Ivan the IV is Ivan the Terrible&lt;br /&gt;and Peter of Russia is Peter the Great,&lt;br /&gt;Then I am &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;Faye the Insomniac&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(I just guess it's somewhat related because of the titles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;     I'm really sorry but I guess I won't be able to post my previous entries for the reason that I cannot type it up at my room because the computer is already transferred to the other house and I cannot be still awake late at night playing SIMS... Ooh well, guess it has to be that way. What happened? Just the usual stuff. I surf the Net, sleep, eat, whatever (except household chores). I chat, join TeenTalk and I'm still worried about what will happen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111487098972860721?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111487098972860721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111487098972860721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/faye-insomniac.html' title='Faye the Insomniac'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111443329404108122</id><published>2005-04-26T12:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:01:56.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsure Feelings</title><content type='html'>Heck, I said I'm moving on, but... I still remember him. Gosh, this is miserable. Feels like I cannot live a day without a thought of him. But honestly, things changed. And I'm getting used to have no communication with him, for almost a week and a half? Duh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I don't feel sleepy anymore, I've slept for almost five hours this afternoon. And it makes me feel totally refreshed. I haven't slept last night, and I'm up until 3 in the morning, and woke up again at 4. I guess insomnia attacks me again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I was alarmed when my dad deleted the Dial-up Connection I made, I had no copy of the card. But fortunately, I saw it a plastic, and I don't have any idea who put it there, but what's important is I got it already. I've been finding it since Saturday but since it's saved in the computer, I didn't bother to find it, just today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Hmm, this was the first day I've done things well, and I can feel that "Sense of Accomplishment" I've been saying a lot of times. And now, this is it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     BMA, is it farewell? I never thought we'll go through this. I never thought that this time will come: the thought of leaving BMA. I just hate thinking about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     I'm posting again on Friday. Doncha worry, I'll have my thoughts posted here from Tues- Thurs. Just delayed. Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111443329404108122?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111443329404108122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111443329404108122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/unsure-feelings.html' title='Unsure Feelings'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111439178722259331</id><published>2005-04-26T00:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:06:43.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarifications</title><content type='html'>Okay, my dad didn't completely resign, it's just he needs a vacation, maybe a break or something. And I hope I'll still be a BMAer and finish high school there... Hope so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111439178722259331?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111439178722259331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111439178722259331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/clarifications.html' title='Clarifications'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111433086661487964</id><published>2005-04-25T07:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:09:57.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0.25in; text-align: left;"&gt;As if I've gone for too long. Just no posts about what's happening these previous days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, our family faced a lot of problems and is still facing. One of them was my dad's resignation from his work. Actually I don't know the whole thing. I don't know what the heck happened. My dad resigned yesterday, and now it's becoming a problem, especially for our finances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom works as well but her salary is not that much compared to my dad's. We all depend on dad's salary and I'm kinda guilty about it. I have to admit that my dad gave us lots of things even if we don't need it, and now we're facing the consequences. I guess it started with rumors that reached his boss and was proven true after the investigation. I don't know if I'll believe, I trust my dad when it comes to work. He is very hardworking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that scares me is, maybe I'll have to transfer to another school. Tuition fee's rising, it increased a lot. But maybe they'll reconsider me in BMA, since I have a discount. I just hope so. I don't want to transfer to another school. I'm an incoming junior and there's two more years before I completely leave highschool. &lt;i&gt;Sayang... &lt;/i&gt;But it isn't final yet and I'm still praying that we'll end up being in BMA. It is the only school I've been for a long time. Ever since I was always a transferee, starting with &lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;st1:placename&gt;Miriam&lt;/st1:placename&gt; &lt;st1:placename&gt;College&lt;/st1:placename&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, then to La Consolacion and SPCC. BMA's the only school I felt being accepted, and leaving it would be &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:13;" &gt;miserable&lt;/span&gt;. So I'm hoping that my friends will pray for me and the family that we will be able to resolve this problem in no time. As for me, I will hold on, hoping that ALL will be fine. I still have to talk to somebody, and that person is someone I really need to talk to, we have lot of things to clarify.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity my dad. They may say that I don't care &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:18;" &gt;BUT I CARE&lt;/span&gt;! Why will I don't? I've been closer to my dad than my mom and I've been vocal about that. They don't have the right to accuse me that I don't care! What they don't know is that sometimes I cry just because of the problems I am facing, that &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:18;" &gt;WE&lt;/span&gt; are facing. I'm just not as expressive in home compared to when I'm in school. For me, It's completely two different places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will hold on, never fear, trust &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);font-size:18;" &gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; that He will help us with the trials we are facing.&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;But there's one good thing, we'll have more time with Daddy.&lt;/span&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/10597651-111433086661487964?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111433086661487964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111433086661487964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-back_24.html' title='I&apos;m Back!'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111432851918511444</id><published>2005-04-24T03:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:44:32.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Disney Princess Are You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minette.org/disney.html"&gt;&lt;img alt="I'm Belle!" src="http://www.boomspeed.com/design19/belle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.minette.org/disney.html"&gt;Which Disney Princess are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, I don't think so.. I don't think I'm beautiful.. LOL ... I've got nothing to say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111432851918511444?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111432851918511444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111432851918511444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/which-disney-princess-are-you.html' title='Which Disney Princess Are You?'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111396975557510578</id><published>2005-04-21T03:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:48:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pope</title><content type='html'>I woke up early. Earlier than the usual, honestly. And for a change, I did my chores! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sawa na akong maging iresponsable&lt;/span&gt;. Hay naku! As usual, I made posts sa Candymag and linked blogs of TeenTalkers. Nga pala, may bago na pope. Pope Benedict XVI&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;. Yun lang muna, wala ako sa &lt;/span&gt;mood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111396975557510578?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111396975557510578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111396975557510578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-pope.html' title='New Pope'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111390872279343669</id><published>2005-04-20T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:23:35.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day Passed</title><content type='html'>And I haven't changed yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways Happy Monthsary to CJ and Claudine, two of my best friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wala lang&lt;/em&gt; just dropped by,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Natulog ng&lt;/em&gt; late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously &lt;em&gt;nagising ng&lt;/em&gt; late...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tulog ng tulog&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ay naku...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yun na yun!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111390872279343669?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111390872279343669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111390872279343669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/another-day-passed.html' title='Another Day Passed'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111380660233195121</id><published>2005-04-19T05:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:25:21.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Joana Lei, Happy Monthsary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our story:&lt;br /&gt;Our friendship started when we were still freshmen in highschool. We became cleaners at the same day and she was so quiet. Then I started hanging out with JEARLS (their &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;barkada&lt;/span&gt;). Quarters passed and we were on the stage of getting to know each other. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Madalas siyang magtampo&lt;/span&gt; for no clear reason. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Basta bigla na lang siyang nagtatampo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Months passed... And we are sophomores already. She sent me a letter explaining kung bakit madalas siyang magtampo. She said, it was just to test me. Then we became members of the Chubby Family, and then we considered ourselves CCCF (which means, "Cute, Chubby and Close Friend). At one point of her life, she felt empty and told me na "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Buti ka pa, nandyan ka para sa akin&lt;/span&gt;." So instead of being "CCCF" we became "CCBF"... With B being bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Madalas niyang sinasabi na inggit siya sa'kin&lt;/span&gt;. About the way my crush treats me. And I always respond, "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mahirap din no&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;HAPPY MONTHSARY JLEI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to Brenda, we have a monthsary to celebrate, the 26th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111380660233195121?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111380660233195121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111380660233195121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/celebration.html' title='Celebration'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111372634882692690</id><published>2005-04-18T07:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:00:14.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored To Death</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;bored &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="PRON" style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;[bawrd, bōrd]&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 11pt; COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;&lt;i&gt;adj&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 7.5pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="DEFINITION"&gt;&lt;b style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;tired and impatient: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;feeling tired and irritable, either because of being exposed to something uninteresting or because of having nothing to do&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;That is what I feel at this very moment in time. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#9999ff;" &gt;I AM GETTING BORED, TO DEATH!&lt;/span&gt; Duh. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kainis! &lt;/span&gt;Feels like nobody cares. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Noh ba yan&lt;/span&gt;, am I getting paranoid as time goes by? My goodness. I need some counselling. No, joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I've got a new textmate. Jalem Darius? Yeah, but for the meantime he won't text me because his mom will use it for her trip to the U.S. of A (as what he said). Ah well, fine with me. &lt;em&gt;Para naman&lt;/em&gt; my cellphone will have time to rest also but sometimes I get annoyed &lt;em&gt;kapag&lt;/em&gt; nobody even remembers to bother my cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yesterday I greeted Sir Ronndell. Two times actually. For the knowledge of those who read this (&lt;em&gt;as if meron&lt;/em&gt;) he was my crush when I was in first year. But &lt;em&gt;nawala rin yun&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Nagtaka ako&lt;/em&gt; yesterday kung bakit di siya nagreply. So when it was about 10 o'clock in the evening, I texted him again, saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAYE: Hey, it's me again. Before this day ends, I just want to greet you a happy birthday &lt;em&gt;ulit&lt;/em&gt;. (These are not the exact words but they're something like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he replied:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SIR RONNDELL: How sweet!!! Thanks. I had a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, well. &lt;em&gt;Siyempre may kilig&lt;/em&gt;. Nyahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the one I told you before, the thing that happened? I had this sun cell number that I'm almost dying just to know who owns that when accidentally the owner was the one I'm trying to forget (joke!)? &lt;em&gt;Hala&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pero ok lang&lt;/em&gt;. He's been good to me naman eh. What he doesn't know was it is my sister whom he first talked to, not me. Pero when he said his name, it was already FAYE who's talking. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GTG! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111372634882692690?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111372634882692690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111372634882692690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/bored-to-death.html' title='Bored To Death'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111360623613674904</id><published>2005-04-16T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:28:16.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More Sleep</title><content type='html'>People, as usual I woke up early. Why? My mom woke me up just to lock the gate for them. I don't want to sleep anymore &lt;em&gt;naman eh&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;baka kung anong oras na naman ako magising&lt;/em&gt;. There are times na when I write here, &lt;em&gt;nagpupuyat ako&lt;/em&gt;. As in &lt;em&gt;nakamulat lang ang mga mata&lt;/em&gt; and doing my stuff, with matching radio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhmm, anyways, Happy Birthday Sir Ronndell Resurreccion! He was the adviser of V-Courage year 2003 but haven't finished the whole school year. I got his number from my best friend there who happened to be in Grade five, and now he already graduated from elementary. And as for me, I'll be in 3rd-year High School, yikes! New facilities, new building OMG! New classmates(maybe) etc. I need to adjust &lt;em&gt;nanaman&lt;/em&gt;. O &lt;em&gt;sige&lt;/em&gt;, till here &lt;em&gt;muna&lt;/em&gt;. LOL&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111360623613674904?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111360623613674904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111360623613674904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-more-sleep.html' title='No More Sleep'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111360605376582828</id><published>2005-04-16T06:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:30:07.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dropped By</title><content type='html'>Hi there. I just dropped by. I promised myself I'll post something about me in here everyday since I'm still in vacation. But if it will be delayed, I promise I'll make it up to you. My entries here can be edited &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gaya nga ng sabi ko kanina&lt;/em&gt;, I just dropped by, &lt;em&gt;wala lang&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Nyahaha...&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/10597651-111360605376582828?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111360605376582828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111360605376582828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/dropped-by.html' title='Dropped By'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111344264158372582</id><published>2005-04-15T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:33:45.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Bird</title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 3 or 4 in the morning. And I only had two hours sleep. My gosh... That's why I feel my eyes are chinky. But I don't feel like sleeping again. I think you should see my eyes everytime I feel like this. I think it's cute, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,153,255)"&gt;nyahaha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;I feel happy naman about what my fellow teentalkers told me, for their support. Wanna know what I'm talking about? Click this: &lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/teentalk/index.php?topic=76419.0"&gt;http://www.candymag.com/teentalk/index.php?topic=76419.0&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But be quiet about that, and restricted for girls only! No, just kidding. Boys are welcome too, but I tell you, guys are very rare in Candymag! But for sure they're those who help in girl's problems and relate well with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I link more and more people, and I think I'm having one good social life &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kahit nasa&lt;/span&gt; premises &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;lang ako ng bahay namin&lt;/span&gt;. And TeenTalkers are very supportive, kaya nga I joined them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kanina&lt;/span&gt;, I called people na were in my phonebook but none even texted. I labeled them like this (with their corresponding cell phone numbers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?1 - 09162704403&lt;br /&gt;?2 - 09182881496&lt;br /&gt;?3 - 09155846710&lt;br /&gt;?4 - 09103104764&lt;br /&gt;?5 - 09179254605&lt;br /&gt;?6 - 09198218796&lt;br /&gt;?7 - 09213110475&lt;br /&gt;?8 - 09184184881&lt;br /&gt;?9 - 09275202881&lt;br /&gt;?10 - 09179300152&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoever owns one of these numbers, sorry for exposing your numbers and risking your own private life. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kayo naman kasi, ang tagal na&lt;/span&gt; when I asked for your names &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pero di naman kayo nagrereply&lt;/span&gt;. What are you waiting for? Me to call you? Sorry &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ha&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pag&lt;/span&gt; I have lots of loads. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pero&lt;/span&gt; sorry &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;talaga&lt;/span&gt;. Just contact me if one of these numbers are yours, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tsaka ko buburahin&lt;/span&gt;, okay? Something happened, but better tell it to you another time. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Andun naman yun sa&lt;/span&gt; link so you can read it there. But for those who are really intrigued, well, chat &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;na lang&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy monthsary to Hazel Reyeg (bestie) and Lea Marzan (B'Fried)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111344264158372582?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111344264158372582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111344264158372582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/early-bird.html' title='Early Bird'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111338572610064571</id><published>2005-04-14T09:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:37:08.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day I Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let me share with you a quote given by one of my best of friends, Charmaigne:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sv nLa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LeTing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;go Ang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Pa2nAy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;kUng MhL&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;m0 1ng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tao&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pRa zKn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;kaLok0hAn&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;LhT ng uN!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;pan0 m0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;msSvng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;ngMmhL ka?!..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“kUng Ang&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;iPagLabAn Lng&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;xA d m0 pA&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;kya?!”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It has its own point. It’s true but not for all times. Sabi nga nila, sometimes letting go is one way to show your love for a person. And this day is the day that I have decided to let go. There’s no point for fighting my love for him. Whoever he wants, he has the freedom to choose for I am not the one who holds his life but him. There was never “us.” Maybe confessing what I feel was the best thing I have done to fight for what I really feel. But then suddenly everything has no meaning. Fighting for him has no meaning. This was the best time to let go. I’ve been through this a lot of times with the same person but never succeeded. Wish that this time I’ll be keeping my word. Being problematic about this topic was kinda nonsense. To think I’m not yet allowed getting into such relationships. I have things more important than this. It now makes me stronger than ever, and when I fall again, I know already what to do. Destiny never wanted us to be “us.” He never liked me anyways. Then when I think what he does, I just think that it’s normal. Never to put malice in everything he does. Now I’m free and life will have sense. I love life! The best part of living is being strong throughout your lifetime and making a solution to your problem! Never fearing what you might face. And according to Buddha, the reason why people suffer is because of desire. It’s not bad to desire for something, but being obsessed will make things a lot harder for the all of us. I won’t fight for him no more, because that’s what I used to be. He has never seen me flirting with him, I was the snob whenever he’s around. Time will come for both of us, if the time will come that he’ll like me. &lt;em&gt;Pero hindi na rin siguro&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#9999ff;"&gt;Love will come; you don’t have to find it. &lt;/span&gt;And the best time will come for me, maybe not with him but for someone who deserves my love better. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Change topic. My day, turned out to be fine again. Doing my stuff, haha. Bloghopping. My mood? Relieved. Hehe. See you tom! Thanks for the links TeenTalkers!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And to the guy I talk about, if you ever read this, you know who you are I just want to say that I loved you and you are and will always be part of my life. But it’s time to let go. Goodbye and Thank you! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111338572610064571?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111338572610064571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111338572610064571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/day-i-let-go.html' title='The Day I Let Go'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111329956657563369</id><published>2005-04-13T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:45:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends at House</title><content type='html'>I'm won't be here too long. Just wanted to tell that I had a nice day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My three best friends stopped by our house: Neziel, Marian, and Charmaigne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I just have to save my thoughts for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Happy birthday to Jenny Tuason and Patricia Monton!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111329956657563369?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111329956657563369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111329956657563369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/friends-at-house.html' title='Friends at House'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111312142893644636</id><published>2005-04-11T07:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:48:37.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Template</title><content type='html'>As you may see, my blog is very different with the templates I have used before. It's feminine, so as the others but this may let you see the girl side of me. I think it won't suit me that much, but I'm going to chnage, still, not going to be the super "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;arte&lt;/span&gt;" girl that everybody will be annoyed with. Change for the better I guess. To be mature. I hope I'll be able to succeed my goal this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before, I am visioned as a sort of the boyish girl (up to now &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;pa pala&lt;/span&gt;). Maybe that was just my way to hide the real sort-of-romantic me! That's why when something (that is considered to be romantic) happens to me, I'm kinda shocked cos I never thought it would happen to me in real life! &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Tapos&lt;/span&gt; there are other girls &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;na kunwari&lt;/span&gt; girl friend or boy friend &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;ko&lt;/span&gt;, just for fun lang naman yun. But when we built a made-up family, the husbands were men, of course. It started with Ralph and Yasmin, which brought up Kazuhiro, Derlin and Elaine. Derlin was my mom (&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kunwari&lt;/span&gt;) and his husband was Pacman (oops, Spongy too). &lt;em&gt;Kami naman ang lumabas&lt;/em&gt;. Me, and JJ. &lt;em&gt;Tapos ako&lt;/em&gt;, I have a husband as well (duh?) actually there are 2. The one was Lolo Starr (when they ask me what happened, I just say, "&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Pinatay ko na&lt;/span&gt;.") and the other was Khuleitte. There are two kids&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; ulit&lt;/span&gt;. Monika and Yhan. Monika's husband was his Feransu and Yhan's husband was my tito -- Kazuhiko! Monika's offspring was Jlei and Haiz and JLei had Charmaigne (his hubby was Kuya Teeth). Yhan had Nez as her offspring. Nez's hubby was Neil(and SP) and they produced two offsprings: Lea and Sheila. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sa ngayon, la pang tumuloy&lt;/span&gt;. But it was all made-up and I don't take it seriously. But we girls had the joke na &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;kunwari&lt;/span&gt; we like each other (as if we were lesbians). But that was just a joke!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;THAT WAS JUST A JOKE! NOT TO BE TAKEN SERIOUSLY AND I'M NOT A LESBIAN!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;color:#9999ff;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Malayo ba sa title?&lt;/span&gt; I was just remembering the school days when I was still a sophomore. Looking forward for harder subjects, more pressure. Argh, the JS. Third year Highschool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...And one more thing, New building. I'm gonna miss that old highschool building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111312142893644636?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111312142893644636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111312142893644636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/new-template.html' title='New Template'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111308217895186974</id><published>2005-04-10T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T12:50:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Monthsary</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna greet my best friends before it's too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karla- every 2nd of the month&lt;br /&gt;Neziel- every 5th of the month&lt;br /&gt;Hazel and Lea- every 14th of the month&lt;br /&gt;Mhae- every 17th day of the month&lt;br /&gt;Joana- every 18th of the month&lt;br /&gt;CJ and Claudine- every 19th of the month&lt;br /&gt;Derlin- every 20th day of the month&lt;br /&gt;Neil and Charmaigne- every 28th of the month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brenda, Keith and Marian on the other hand doesn't have any dates that are considered to be monthsaries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might noticed that there are lots of besties I have. Maybe it's much appropriate to call them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;"best of friends."&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/10597651-111308217895186974?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111308217895186974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111308217895186974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/happy-monthsary.html' title='Happy Monthsary'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111595621531416364</id><published>2005-04-07T12:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:50:15.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mr. Right Is On The Way</title><content type='html'>I don't have anything much to do, so I'll update you. Sorry &lt;em&gt;ha&lt;/em&gt;, I wasn't able to go online lately. This vacation, no more boys okay? I guess I'm just for friends right now.. I dunno.. I'm havin' a hard time with them.. I'll wait till the right time, sabi nga ni Ate Marie maybe my &lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Mr. Right is on his way &lt;em&gt;na&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;em&gt;kaso na&lt;/em&gt;-traffic&lt;/span&gt;. Pero I'm not forcing myself &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; to have one eh. I received seven medals! My dad says he owes me 2000 pesos but I dunno if he'll give me one. Sana, so that I can buy the things I'm planning to buy. You may be wondering what I do as usual, I talk on the phone for hours! I play computer games! I surf the Internet! I watch my favorite shows! Listen to favorite radio frequencies! But despite what I do, I'm still sad. Maybe I miss school already. Duh. &lt;em&gt;Sige na&lt;/em&gt;, I'm goin' to make a friendster account for my bf neil (it's not what you think, it's just how we call each other. We're best friends) GTG!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111595621531416364?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111595621531416364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111595621531416364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/mr-right-is-on-way_06.html' title='Mr. Right Is On The Way'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111587454236690089</id><published>2005-04-05T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:09:02.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shock</title><content type='html'>He (1) texted hello, he (2) texted sorry, he (3) called me late at night and I texted him (he(3)) and he(3) said thank you. Got it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111587454236690089?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111587454236690089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111587454236690089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/04/shock.html' title='The Shock'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111211470257117513</id><published>2005-03-30T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:54:14.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Cares</title><content type='html'>I've done what I know is right. The letter was already given to him. Whatever his reaction was, I'd try not to care. I'll live my own life like nothing happened though I have to admit that I dunno what will happen if we meet again. Since he might be very "sanay" with receiving those kind of things. If the result was not as good as what I have been daydreaming, I'd rather not know. I'm thinking of changing the layout again. I dunno. My mood just changes. Uhm, we had the practice for recognition yesterday and later on I'll be attending it. It's already 12:30 and I'm not yet sleeping. I think my being "insomniac " is coming back. It's vacation anyways. *chuckles* We had additional awards, so I'll have seven medals for the school year! It's not finished yet, until recognition is done. The additional awards were: Gen. Info quiz bee winner, Best in Filipino and Best in Civics... Oh well, guess that would help decreasing the hurt. I feel so empty these past days, as if nobody cares for me. Morning, 28, wasn't right. There was no camera so Sir Manny told me to make a write-up, which I was not ready to do. And we were like just "saling-pusa" there. Actually I had nothing to do with it except that I have a responsibility for the school paper. After that, we went to JLei's place and I felt out of place. I forgot to tell you that we're with Nez. We were like circles of best friends. But when I was already at Jlei's room, it's as if they're the only people there. So I decided to just go home since my mom might know. It was also my sister's bday, and there were cakes and eveything. I felt that no one cared for me until Yhan called and I cried to her... duh... 'Twas a good thing I had Yhan by my side. Dear, just wish someone reads this and leaves a track of him/her. Okay, GTG. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;With love, Faye&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111211470257117513?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111211470257117513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111211470257117513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/nobody-cares.html' title='Nobody Cares'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111177312592433193</id><published>2005-03-25T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:30:43.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Night at QC</title><content type='html'>I'm here at q.c. and later on I'll go either to my tita or to our house. Well, there's a big problem around... My mom and dad's fighting and as usual iIcannot do anything... It's already 2:00 am and I'm still awake. Busy surfing the Net huh? Ok GTG, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111177312592433193?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111177312592433193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111177312592433193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-night-at-qc.html' title='One Night at QC'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111174719272845299</id><published>2005-03-25T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T13:35:37.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aching body</title><content type='html'>Ahh, well, my body's still aching and I dunno whatta heck is goin on at our house. Anyways, it's really boring here. Even the net can't please me. I'm really bored. Duh, I'm still looking forward for monday. I dunno what's going to happen. I forgot to tell you that I already gave the letter. Not personally, but through a friend. &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm really serious about it, and it's getting through my nerves whenever I think about what happened when it was already read.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *OMG*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda busy bloghopping and looking for new skins. I like the new look of my blog though it's kinda dark than before. I guess it suits my attitude. *hehe*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish things will be okay after this monthly visitor I had, and things will be absolutely okay on monday... will he speak up bout it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111174719272845299?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111174719272845299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111174719272845299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/aching-body.html' title='Aching body'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111166743480342063</id><published>2005-03-24T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T11:58:15.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back</title><content type='html'>Hello!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deliberation for honors were over and here are the final results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACADEMIC EXCELLENCE:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Francess Anne L. Yangyang (me!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Charmaigne A. Doma&lt;br /&gt;3. Ma. Sheila Mae L. Cruz&lt;br /&gt;4. Neil Stephen H. Bumagat&lt;br /&gt;5. Derlin T. Baywas&lt;br /&gt;6. Argel G. Sayoto&lt;br /&gt;7. Josephine Kate R. Gascon&lt;br /&gt;8. Lea T. Marzan&lt;br /&gt;9. Ralph Carlo R. Gascon&lt;br /&gt;10. Dexter D. Enraca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUIZ BEE WINNERS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math &amp;amp; Science: Queensly Joy T. Cantimbuhan&lt;br /&gt;Spelling: Karla Samantha S. Macaraig&lt;br /&gt;General Info: Francess Anne L. Yangyang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OTHER AWARDS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best in Math: Ma. Sheila Mae L. Cruz (no doubt)&lt;br /&gt;Best in Computer: Francess Anne L. Yangyang&lt;br /&gt;Best in Biology: Francess Anne L. Yangyang&lt;br /&gt;Best in English: Francess Anne L. Yangyang&lt;br /&gt;Best in Conduct: Monika N. Espiritu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh well, I don't have anything to worry about anymore since the results are out! Another school year is over but I still have things to think of, the school paper. I still have to go school just for it. I've been a reporter, an encoder and now a photographer. I'll be there on monday, 28, my sister Faith's birthday. Well, it's fine except that I might be the only 2nd year there (except for Polo and Yasmin who leaves nearby but still there's no certainty if I'll see them) so I asked Charmaigne to accompany me. I hope I'll be fine there! On 29, we'll have a general practice for recognition (the first and last practice, I suppose). I dunno why we have to practice. It's just that we have to walk up and down the stage to get our awards. maybe the school just wants it to be perfect. 30 will be the recognition day. I dunno if I'm excited about it, but maybe sooner, after the pain i feel from my monthly visitor (if you know what I mean). Today's Maundy Thursday. We were supposed to go to SM Dasma but when we got there, it's closed. So we went to Walter since Rob might be closed too. We just went to the grocery and ate at a fastfood. Honestly, I'm not feeling well, so I'd rather stay at home but it's really boring. Duh, well, GTG, &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nice holy week folks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111166743480342063?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111166743480342063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111166743480342063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/back.html' title='Back'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111087883931399405</id><published>2005-03-15T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:05:51.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved</title><content type='html'>Hello there... Before I eat I'll scribble a little here first. It's been almost 10 days since the last time I wrote here and there are a lot of things that happened but I cannot quite remember. Just a few, I guess. The examinations are over and there are no more worries except for the results, if I'll still be on top or not at all... a few more days and this school year will be over, and then after two months I will be an official junior student in high school. Cool but terrifying... OMG I'm scared. Tomorrow will be the final examinations for the non-graduating (except the honor roll) and I wish them all the best of luck especially my classmates. Neil exceeded my score in co-curricular so I'm kinda scared that he may have the possibility to become the first honor. It's not that I don't want him to, but I just don't. It's not that I feel somewhat like a selfish person, no! Definitely not! There are some things that I feel that even my own self cannot explain. So better pray na lang. Okay, at Candymag, I saw a forum that encouraged me to confess what I felt for Veinh. If I'll do that, maybe it will be &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;the first and the last time&lt;/span&gt;. Maybe... When I have my own internet card already, I'll scribble more... Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111087883931399405?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111087883931399405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111087883931399405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/relieved.html' title='Relieved'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111002269510586461</id><published>2005-03-06T11:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T13:10:10.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;I am worried about my Earth Science project&lt;/span&gt;, but I hope I'll find all those things required or else... I don’t know, but I'm really scared, tensioned, Ma’am Rose won't allow us to look in the internet, I don’t know why. It's quite hard to find one in newspapers and not all newspapers have it. You can't get anything from tabloids except porn things or something, I don’t know but all I saw was nonsense (in tabloids). Well, there are only 3 days to go before I take the exam, maybe I'll sleep early for today and wake up early tomorrow and settle all the things I need. Wish me luck people, I need moral support, and all kinds of support, coz I’m depressed... OMG, would you help me, I don’t know... Dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Okay, I guess I GTG, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Hehehe…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111002269510586461?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111002269510586461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111002269510586461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/worried.html' title='Worried'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-110993607676360106</id><published>2005-03-04T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:45:08.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Moves In Mysterious Ways</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;Who'd have thought&lt;br /&gt;This is how the pieces fit?&lt;br /&gt;You and I&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't even try making sense of it&lt;br /&gt;I forgot&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 255);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;How we ever came this far&lt;br /&gt;I believe we had reasons&lt;br /&gt;but I don't know what they are&lt;br /&gt;So blame it on my heart, oh&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows&lt;br /&gt;Love is just a chance we take&lt;br /&gt;We make plans&lt;br /&gt;But then love demands a leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;So hold me close&lt;br /&gt;And never let me go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause even though we think we know&lt;br /&gt;which way the river flows&lt;br /&gt;That's not the way love goes, no&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Like the ticking of the clock&lt;br /&gt;two hearts beat as one&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never understand&lt;br /&gt;the ways it's done&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;It's always so surprising&lt;br /&gt;When love appears over the horizon&lt;br /&gt;I'll love you for the rest of my days&lt;br /&gt;But still, it's a mystery&lt;br /&gt;How you ever came to me&lt;br /&gt;Which only proves&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;br /&gt;Love moves in mysterious ways&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this song! It rocks, so let's just get rid of my crushes even for a while. We had the posttest, and I was able to answer the questions (woohoo!). We have classes tomorrow, and at last; it is the final Saturday class. I don't want to have classes, but I still want to go to school. So maybe it's better f I go to school but there are no classes. No matter how I concentrate, I really can't resist yawning. Actually, when there are breaks, I close my eyes. Surprisingly, I slept at school for the first time. It was just for 20 minutes but I didn't notice anything. Marian even said she was calling me but I didn't hear a single thing. Maybe I was just so stressed that I had to sleep. I’m scared of what will happen in the exams, but I’ll pray fervently. Anyways, that is my solution for my problems. I trust our creator. Now you have seen the religious part of me. I’m not yet finished reading *purpose-driven life* by Rick Warren and it's quite inspiring. I don't care however dumb people may think it is, but I just want to know my purpose, at this early age... I’m not too old, I’m still 14. So this is I. The serious type; the introvert. I dunno the reason why I’m writing here, i really don't know. Kinda serious, the school year's going to end and a few months from now I’ll be in third year high school. There are lots of things people don't know about me. Actually I get hurt easily, so I’m trying to change that, for the better of course: for better relationships with others, for everything. Well I guess that's everything for today, still got to do a lot of things. Bye, mwah! GTG LOL &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;span style=";font-family:Tahoma;font-size:7;"  &gt;&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-110993607676360106?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110993607676360106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110993607676360106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/love-moves-in-mysterious-ways.html' title='Love Moves In Mysterious Ways'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-110984680005083337</id><published>2005-03-03T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:50:10.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Problem</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: left;"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;No worries (well, there are but not too much!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veinh, well he is okay today. I dunno why he keeps on calling me "psst..." even if he knows my name! Quite annoying but he's okay. He followed me through the look from his eyes, but I don't look at him eye-to-eye, &lt;i&gt;naiilang ako.&lt;/i&gt; I just have one comment about him, why can't he try calling me "Faye"?! Not anything else, I’ll easily identify if it's me he is calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khuleitte- hmmm... he was so &lt;i&gt;kulet&lt;/i&gt; yesterday when he was texting me, but it's fun, enjoy talking with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei Tu Pak or BNP- autistic, I called him autistic a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno but there are persons, whom i don't like as a crush or anything but i really enjoy seeing. &lt;i&gt;natutuwa lang talaga ako &lt;/i&gt;like for some certain &lt;i&gt;tao&lt;/i&gt;... let's just call him "tall" he's so tall that when he moves like a child, he makes me smile. But no malice or whatsoever, I’m really finding it cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’re starting to finish up the clearance. We won't get exams if we're not finished doing it. Like it's a permit or something. Remember what i wrote here? The top 10 students will be the first ones to get the exam together with the graduating classes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sige na&lt;/i&gt;, before my mom sees me, bye!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-110984680005083337?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110984680005083337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110984680005083337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/no-problem.html' title='No Problem'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-110967080670244423</id><published>2005-03-01T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T14:32:21.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Recognition S.Y. 2003-04</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/135/3445/640/DCP_0011_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/135/3445/320/DCP_0011_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the scenes in a recognition day, actually it's me on stage with my mommy, I'm shaking hands with ma'am june hernandez (betsy anne's mommy). &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-110967080670244423?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110967080670244423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110967080670244423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/recognition-sy-2003-04.html' title='Recognition S.Y. 2003-04'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-110967045609984483</id><published>2005-03-01T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T15:05:43.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;I am alone in the house at this moment, there ain't anybody here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Actually I dunno how to start you, I feel dumb at this moment and sometimes even think that what I enter here are nonsense. But anyways I’ll continue this stuff. &lt;i&gt;sayang naman kung ihihinto ko diba?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 7.5pt; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;I am frustrated because of Veinh: &lt;i&gt;kahapon pa ako inis, suplado kasi siya eh!!! &lt;/i&gt;But if it's what he wants, then I’ll give it to that moron. It’s not my loss anyways, hmph! I texted a lot of persons yesterday but only two persons replied. Doesn’t that annoy you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Boys are just boys, I don't want to get or be involved with something bout them, except for friends. Love will come in the right time. Honestly, i even had best friends who are boys (up to the present actually)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;I gave JJ a stuff toy, just for keeps. He named it ducky, derived from my family, or &lt;i&gt;tropa! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the members of DUCKY FAMILY:&lt;br /&gt;Neil Stephen H. Bumagat - the one I’m telling u, my best friend up to now!&lt;br /&gt;Derlin T. Baywas- another best friend of mine. SEPH!&lt;br /&gt;Francess Anne L. Yangyang - um well, I dunno how I’ll describe myself.&lt;br /&gt;Argel Sayoto – lil’ guy but pretty smart, promise!&lt;br /&gt;Betsy Anne L. Hernandez- my best friend too! The one with glasses.&lt;br /&gt;Dexter Enraca- same with Argel&lt;br /&gt;Marian Kae S. Bunag- Soul mate another, best friend&lt;br /&gt;Gerald Lusterio- the quiet type, but I have fun talking with him!&lt;br /&gt;James Apinardo- my "x" he calls me "y" &lt;i&gt;kala niyo noh&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Yun lang&lt;/i&gt;! Well, you better see my friendster account for more info,&lt;br /&gt;my email: yousei_faye0017@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;I have another account, pero it's up to you to know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;Okay, GTG!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-110967045609984483?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110967045609984483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110967045609984483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/03/home-alone.html' title='Home Alone'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-110819986881775552</id><published>2005-02-12T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T19:16:02.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/135/3445/640/0724-004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/135/3445/320/0724-004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;This is my graduation picture when I graduated from Elementary... Do you think it looks like me?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-110819986881775552?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/110819986881775552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=110819986881775552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110819986881775552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110819986881775552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-my-graduation-picture-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-110769000239902328</id><published>2005-02-06T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T15:36:22.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshed</title><content type='html'>At last, I have relaxed after the previous (freaky) week! I was able to sleep for hours without anyone disturbing me. This is what I've been craving for days! I was able to listen to my favorite radio frequency, thinking about all those happy moments despite of the troubled happenings. I feel like I'm a new being!Yesterday, my best friend and I fought about one simple thing: I left her when she was about to interview our CL teacher. I left for the reason that I was embarrassed because my other friend who's with us was teasing me to our teacher in front of his students. My best friend never knew this reason, and she would never listen to me. I just explained it to her through a letter. We both have a high level of pride, so I think it's me who needs to apologize for it's more part of my sin. Well, I won the General Info quiz bee (last Monday, January 31). I was very happy because it was my favorite subject. My sister's been bugging me to sign off, bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-110769000239902328?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110769000239902328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/110769000239902328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/02/refreshed.html' title='Refreshed'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111586784289821928</id><published>2005-02-05T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:30:52.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt Overwhelms Me</title><content type='html'>As usual, it's me again! This day, is not so good for me. I was kinda guilty today, wanna know why? Just email me... And if I think you're trustworthy enough, I'll tell you! I know that not everybody will understand me, I'm kinda hard to understand, I'll want this, then later that. Same goes to people. But when I love, I'm afraid to show it. But sometimes it gets too obvious! hehe... Now I don't know what to do with him. Should I tell him or not? He's not mine, I don't have the right to claim him, and maybe he is taken also... \m/ Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111586784289821928?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/feeds/111586784289821928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10597651&amp;postID=111586784289821928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111586784289821928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111586784289821928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/02/guilt-overwhelms-me.html' title='Guilt Overwhelms Me'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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-10597651.post-111586767357508831</id><published>2005-02-04T12:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T11:32:31.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Started</title><content type='html'>Well, hello there! This is my first time using Blogger! Well, what can i say about this day? It's kinda terrible, I dunno... Maybe not that much though, I just don't feel like it, haha! I'll update my friends about this, see yah! *mwahh!*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10597651-111586767357508831?l=yousei17faye.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111586767357508831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10597651/posts/default/111586767357508831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://yousei17faye.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-just-started_03.html' title='I Just Started'/><author><name>o0xX-faye-Xx0o</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06032734637371803367</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></feed>
