<?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-7731227</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:15:29.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLAM-O-LiCiOUS</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>58</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-5627607439968993354</id><published>2008-03-20T02:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:48:21.191+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Don't We Just Fall In Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: shallow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard &amp;amp; Marketa Irglova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever felt like wanting to just fall in love, and yet things seem to never fall into place?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And that the thought of it just keeps you paranoid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been going through this for the longest time possible (a year and a half, maybe?). I don't know! It's just that a lot of things have happened ever since I entered college, and that falling in love (or being in love) is the last thing I'm good at (or lucky to encounter) right now. God, I don't even know how to rationalize these things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll just state my point in &lt;u&gt;two actual experiences&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASE A&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;It is pathetically hard to get over something that never seemingly started; nor has it ever had any closure.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You feel that you're connected with that significant other for quite some time; you have great vibes, you laugh at the things that only both of you can understand, you stay up late just for aimless conversations, and he walks you home (or in this case, to where you'll be meeting your mom). Then &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;all of a sudden, he makes his move with another girl - while you stare them in the eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurtful, right? But then again, the part where your relationship never seemily started is emphasized here. Although this is probably the strangest situation to be in, I kind of missed it - for the companionship, maybe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CASE B&lt;/strong&gt; - I've had one of the best group of friends back in Freshman year (of college). They've kept me sane, just long enough to make me feel that I am a normal person. I've shared a lot of laughs with them, shared a meal or two, etc. I felt comfortable when I am with them - because I can be myself - especially with this guy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure if he can recall this, but &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I used to call him my "lunch buddy"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; because everytime we'd go out to eat, we'd always sit next to each other. There was a point in time when I came to like him, simply because of who he was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of things have happened since, still we remained good friends. Then during my 18th birthday celebration, he wrote a card that says &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Crush q"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Suddenly, I remembered how I asked him during Freshman year who his crush was, and he said "... ikaw (you)". After a few minutes, he denied it saying he was just fooling around. I realized that he has liked me ever since! &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If he only knew how happy I was...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. But I wasn't quite sure of how he meant by that, really. Was it probably a beginning of something? Or an end? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ever since that day, I was afraid of the unknown. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If he can read this&lt;/strong&gt; (and I'm pretty sure he'll be able to read this): &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I like you too&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. There, I said it. So, where do we go from here?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-5627607439968993354?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/5627607439968993354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=5627607439968993354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/5627607439968993354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/5627607439968993354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2008/03/why-dont-we-just-fall-in-love.html' title='Why Don&apos;t We Just Fall In Love?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-8273897341136468494</id><published>2008-01-10T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T00:54:10.321+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers To The Year That Was~ 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: Sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: May by Belle Epoque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the first few days of the Year 2007, many astrologers foretold that people who were born under the Year of the Snake will have to put all their efforts in their work since it's a rough year for them. Well, I guess I proved those astrologers wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Year 2007 has been a stepping stone in my life. I probably have been a little irreponsible along the way, but all my experiences molded me into what I have become today. It made me appreciate myself and the people around me more, and renewed my zest for life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To sum it all up, here are most (if not all) of the highlights I've had for the past year:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dean's Lister for 2nd Semester of A.Y. 2006-2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Acting in Musical Theater Workshop at Cultural Center of the Philippines - Tanghalang Pilipino&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blue Jeans 2007 (Recital Showcase)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Supreme Student Council elections for A.Y. 2007-2008&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Community Diagnosis days at Laguna/Park Ave/Cityland Vito Cruz&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bonding Moments with new-found friends during our sem. break (October 2007)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Students' Day 2007&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My first ever MYX Mo! 2007 with Ali, Steph and Christian&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My everyday get-away with Ali at MOA, Starbucks... and just everywhere!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY MOST MEMORABLE 18TH DEBUT CELEBRATION with family, friends, relatives and schoolmates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;MY MOST MEMORABLE CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grabbed 2 Starbucks Planners for 2008; one for me, one for my dad!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;(For the first time in a a few years or so) - My parents' happy, happy, HAPPY 35th Wedding Anniversary!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family's first-ever stress-free and less-smoke-in-the-air New Year's Eve. Haha!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, looking back I have never been this happy in my life! That's why I've decided to make this one my first blog entry for the Year 2008... and hopefully it won't be the last "din", because right now I'm transforming my Starbucks Planner into a scrapbook of daily happenings in my life. Meaning, I will most likely blog only about stuff that really matters... and will blog lesser and lesser each month or even after a few months or so!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Since writing is almost like a "lost art" in this modern era of technology, I've decided to temporarily abandon blogging in place of my scrapbooking and weekly Multiply site updates.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So that's about it... I really have no idea how to end this one, because I'm still hoping this won't be my last entry, right? Just a good cheer to all those who are celebrating 2008!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrate life!.. and always put a smile on your face every day of the year!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;366 days in a year, 7 days a week, 24 hours a day~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-8273897341136468494?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/8273897341136468494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=8273897341136468494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/8273897341136468494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/8273897341136468494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2008/01/cheers-to-year-that-was-2007.html' title='Cheers To The Year That Was~ 2007'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-1842301585323434763</id><published>2007-11-14T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T03:46:43.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Sweetie to Just Plain Scary..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: So effin' confused and anxious&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Forever by The Ambassadors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Geez~ In this entry, I may end up labeling guys to mere stereotypical beings... but in the end you'll find out that I am just being logical.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I won't drop hints&lt;/strong&gt; to who he is, but if every you're that someone who knows what I'm talking about - keep it that way. And maybe, just maybe... if HE is the one reading this - now you'll know why I've suddenly gone cold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I first met this guy way back during my Freshman year. Yes, he is handsome and seems nice. But all those good facade crumbled right at my feet. Everything that I thought I knew about him (and what other people think about him) are changing in a very rapid pace. It just makes me want to ask, "What the hell have you done to yourself?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The fact that I do like him in a way doesn't mean 'I am head over heels' with him&lt;/strong&gt;. It just doesn't make any sense! A few months back, he was still nice and sweet; but just a few weeks ago... he starts to scare the hell out of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know for a fact that he likes someone else (and is trying to court her, mind you) BUT why is he 'somewhat' flirting with me? &lt;strong&gt;At first, I felt that he was just being childish&lt;/strong&gt;... but just recently did I think things over and thought that MAYBE he's trying to put an 'investment' in me (you know, like trying to win over me so that if ever that significant other crushes him to the ground &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he has me as his last resort&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At first, I was confused of his motives... then I started to get pissed when reality sinks in... and just last night, &lt;strong&gt;HE REALLY, REALLY SCARES THE CRAP OUT OF ME!&lt;/strong&gt; For some strange way though, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;he is reminiscent of my ex-boyfriend from 2 years ago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. *Geez, why do I always fall for the same kind of guy?*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here's the deal:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He always says, 'I love you/I miss you';&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He always hugs me from behind;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At times, he'll try to hold my hand;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When I'm pissed, he'll suddenly grab me to give a hug;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;AND&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(just last night)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He whispered something that I couldn't understand (but it sounded like a 4-letter word)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(And aside from these, there are a lot of things he did as well... but I won't write it down.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The last one really scared me. &lt;strong&gt;My best guy friend told me to "Stay away from that guy or else he'll punch him right in the face" when he sees him&lt;/strong&gt;. My other guy friend told me that "he is becoming sort-of s**ual with his actions... better push him off when you get the chance to."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap, I was supposed to be doing a lot of things at this very moment but I needed something to remove these things from my head. Maybe I really do have to follow my girlfriends on their single opinion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Play his game."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-1842301585323434763?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1842301585323434763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=1842301585323434763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/1842301585323434763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/1842301585323434763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/11/from-sweetie-to-just-plain-scary.html' title='From Sweetie to Just Plain Scary..'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-3153945513228009985</id><published>2007-10-28T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:05:52.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Deeper Truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: depressed (for the last 24 hours)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: When You're Gone by Hanson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Depression is really eating up every minute of my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I went (again) to school to audit the SAF collections for the enrollment. I was way too pissed with how my day started. Everything was bad. It's like something in me is engulfing the last spur of positiveness I have for life. For the first time, I scolded my fellow Student Council for being "too loud". And at that, our President knew something was really wrong with me. He tried inviting me to go to a party later that night, but I declined saying that I have to attend a debut celebration of my high school friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After all the b*llsh*t of that afternoon, I went home and got dressed for the debut. As if things couldn't get any worse that day, I went to our table for that night only to find out that I am only able to talk to one person at that table! Crap. Everyone else was just like a stranger to me. But that sole person went home early, so I was clearly isolated. I just thought of holding on for the next two hours, although I felt so foolish being alone. So I texted Ancel. I wish I just brought him there with me that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Worst than that is prolonging my loner facade for the night. I couldn't talk to anyone else, because someone whom I know wouldn't want to even see me that night is at the other table where all my other high school friends are. All I wanted to do last night was just burst in tears. Ancel was just calming me down though his text messages. I really didn't know what to do. I was faced with a loophole that I can't fix. It was pure b*llsh*t. I even felt that I'm not welcome in that party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When it was all over, 2 of my high school friends (let's just leave them unnamed here) invited me to go to their table (where the person-who-so-not-want-to-see-me-that-night) was seated. I said yes, though I really felt the urge not to. They told me that the whole time, they knew I wasn't in the mood, and that I looked like crying. I just made the excuse that I did a lot of things for the Student Council and that I have been up late for the last few days (which is true, but just to avoid too much explanation of what's really going on in my mind). They told me I was "too quiet", which is of course the kind of person that I am (although last night, I was unusually quiet and unusually unreactive of things).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was all bad, really. I didn't stay long after the party. I bade the debutant a good night and went home. All I did when I got to our car was cry silently, as my dad drove me home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Until now, I'm trying hard not to look back on what happened the night before. But it's hard, knowing that I had so-called "friends" in high school. &lt;strong&gt;Things change, people change, and I don't feel the same anymore.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why expect that everything will be the same?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-3153945513228009985?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3153945513228009985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=3153945513228009985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/3153945513228009985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/3153945513228009985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/10/deeper-truth.html' title='A Deeper Truth'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-1983460443323727204</id><published>2007-10-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-08T21:26:12.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is Love Anyway?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: exhausted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: I Will Love Again (Ballad Reprise) by Lara Fabian&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;People say that your first love is the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hardest to forget&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, but for me it's different. Maybe I don't know what love is, or I never knew how it all started. One thing's for sure.. I have loved.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I met him. We talked, laughed, exchanged stories.. and just about everything in life. I never thought that I'd fall for him this much. For the first time in my life, I wasn't drawn by sheer obsession or whatnot.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was really in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I became inspired with all the things do. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;He inspires me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to do well in everything. And yet, I have failed to read between the lines. All I saw was myself falling inlove, only me and no one else. He didn't feel the same, and the awful truth is that I've found out about it with my own eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then and there, I have lost all control. I couldn't feel a thing. I drowned myself in pity and hopeless romantic's melody. And until now, I feel that I'm just going through life not knowing where to go anymore. The same kind of passion that drove me to do great things just faded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, I do things just to please people - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;but never to please myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Never to satisfy myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have lost. Maybe love wasn't meant for me, or that I got caught in its whirlwind too early. Maybe in time, maybe with another person.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAYBE with the right person I'll be happy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and that I'll learn my worth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-1983460443323727204?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1983460443323727204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=1983460443323727204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/1983460443323727204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/1983460443323727204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/10/what-is-love-anyway.html' title='What Is Love Anyway?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-6409374917084117325</id><published>2007-09-10T01:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T01:48:19.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking Into Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: pissed off/stressed/depressed/frustrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Mighty to Save (from Hillsong Australia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Okay. After a gazillion years of not blogging, I'll keep this one short somehow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SCHOOL IS KILLING ME&lt;/strong&gt;, swear! &lt;strong&gt;I tried persuading my parents (again) to let me shift courses&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The catch? They wanted me to take up LAW. But the most painful part of it is not shifting courses, but rather leaving behind a lot of responsibilities and things that I've achieved through all my efforts during the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Well, in the first place I really didn't want to be so stuck up in Nursing. The second is I "tried" to persuade my parents because I feel that I am going nowhere. Nursing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a good course - but it's not something that I'll take up seriously and whole-heartedly, &lt;em&gt;not unless I forget that I once had a dream&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last week, I got most of my midterm grades and &lt;strong&gt;I was gravely disappointed&lt;/strong&gt;. It's not because I want to compete with others, rather it has been my impulse to get high grades (even back then). It was so frustrating to have studied hard, and yet I still feel like everything's in discord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Last Friday and Saturday, I felt like committing... (insert a negative word here). I don't know. &lt;strong&gt;Somehow for the first time in my life, I almost gave up on something&lt;/strong&gt;. Being in the community that day tired me so much that &lt;em&gt;I couldn't think sensibly anymore&lt;/em&gt;, plus having too much negative thoughts probably poisoned my mind. A lot has happened, really.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A few hours ago, I tried desperately to do my Statistics homework - to no avail. I couldn't understand a f***ing thing, and in a weird way I forgot all the methods in solving it. I couldn't comprehend anything. Then I tried studying for our Microbiology exam, and I couldn't focus.. then I started sobbing uncontrollably.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So I went online, went to Google.com and typed in "depression, wikipedia". True enough, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm now suffering from Depression and Anxious (Avoidant) Personality Personality - with 8 out of 10 symptoms present&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It was crazy. Now it's already morning and I have an 8:30 class.. I haven't studied for the Statistics quiz, I haven't done my homework, I haven't given much thought on our upcoming Family Case Presentation.. and it's all because of that f***ing depression thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's hopeless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-6409374917084117325?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/6409374917084117325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=6409374917084117325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/6409374917084117325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/6409374917084117325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/09/sinking-into-depression.html' title='Sinking Into Depression'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-1560317898367605833</id><published>2007-05-17T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T21:11:58.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of Supergirl (?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: sleepy, bored - and yet still busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Don't Matter by Akon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After a few weeks of silence, I've finally decided to blog again. Yay! But seriously, these past few weeks have been the CRAZIEST ones in my life (and until now, it still is). Imagine juggling my time for school and acting workshop... now that's no joke. Add to that my obligations in the Student Council, and it's called a pretty good formula for toxicity. I'm already feeling invisible wrinkles creeping up my forehead. Geez~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, a lot has happened during those weeks. I've graduated (yey!) from the acting workshop, with our culminating activity "Blue Jeans". Sportsfest 2007 in MDC has been held for almost 2 weeks, I've had my last hurrah with my new iPod video (yey, yey, YEY!) and until now, I'm still being too grade-conscious with my grades at school... AND I STILL LACK SLEEP! To think that I've aced those 3 minor subjects for the midterms, with grades of 90-91-92 respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But going back to reality, I'm still very busy. So I'd just update later or you can just view my multiply site for the pictures of our showcase during our workshop's culminating activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Adios (for now)!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-1560317898367605833?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/1560317898367605833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=1560317898367605833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/1560317898367605833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/1560317898367605833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/05/return-of-supergirl.html' title='The Return of Supergirl (?)'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-3687938607294616304</id><published>2007-03-28T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T20:21:26.317+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconsidering my Starbucks planner</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: pissed with all the mosquitoes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Say It Right by Nelly Furtado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just got home 2 hours ago from &lt;strong&gt;Chie's graduation at CSR&lt;/strong&gt;. T'was a &lt;em&gt;reunion&lt;/em&gt; for me since I rarely visit my Alma Mater. My old teachers, friends, acquaintances and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much about that! I just had this mental note about my &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks planner&lt;/strong&gt; (which I just placed somewhere at home and never touched after I got it). As I remember it, I was supposed to make it my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'mini everyday journal'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with tidbits of what happened that day instead of a planner. But needless to say, it never happened. That's why right now I'm actually renewing my plans so that my freakin' 2 or 3 thousand bucks-worth of Starbucks planner won't go to waste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But before all that, Gian &amp;amp; Patricia (old schoolmates/co-theater people) invited me to enroll at &lt;strong&gt;Repertory Philippine's summer acting workshop&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REPERTORY!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; For crying out loud! I was looking for that big breakthrough, but I never found that effin' workshop offer a few weeks ago. Technically, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I already enrolled at CCP-Tanghalang Pilipino's workshop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. If only that offer had reached me a few weeks earlier.. darn it! (Still sulking in the lost opportunity big time).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-3687938607294616304?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/3687938607294616304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=3687938607294616304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/3687938607294616304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/3687938607294616304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/03/reconsidering-my-starbucks-planner.html' title='Reconsidering my Starbucks planner'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-2867219804730751365</id><published>2007-03-26T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T15:13:08.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>After My Online Slumber</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: recharged (at last!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: First of Summer by Urbandub&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It has been 5 weeks or so since I last blogged. So to speak, it has been a whirlwind of things during those weeks. Where have I been to anyway? Let me enumerate some of the places I went to, and things I did there (in no particular order)..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Breadtalk - the ultimate food trip with my friends @ Mall of Asia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KRISPY KREME&lt;/strong&gt; - my first ever (!) with my dad @ Bonifacio High Street&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Student Council office - my typical everyday "workplace"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Shakey's - one heck of a lunch with SC&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;St. Paul College Manila - watched the musical, 'O Moises'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;* Speech Choir Competition @ MDC (elims &amp;amp; finals)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;** FINALS WEEK!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CCP-Tanghalang Pilipino&lt;/strong&gt; - enrolled for Acting in Musical Theater workshop~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, there it goes. And if that wasn't enough, add up the times that I've been studying (yes, you've read that right) for my subjects since I've been so grade-conscious during the past weeks. &lt;em&gt;Now you'll probably understand why I haven't blogged for that long amidst the fact that I'm always online&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, it's a great bummer since our summer vacation's relatively short this time (just 3 freakin' weeks!), and that's not the end of it. I only get to enjoy 2 weeks of it since I'm going to start my workshop under CCP-TP on April 10 under Roeder Camañag and Nazer Salcedo. It's a dream come true, of course since I was able to convince my parents this time around. After that, I have to juggle my summer classes @ MDC while pursuing my workshops. Woah!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was my decision, though. No regrets about it. That's why I'm trying to get enough rest as much as possible, so I won't wear out easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll just get in touch some other time. Just visit my multiply page for some updates (check the link somewhere in this page).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. : Haeja, I'm still figuring out some things on your blog. I'm working on it..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-2867219804730751365?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/2867219804730751365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=2867219804730751365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/2867219804730751365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/2867219804730751365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/03/after-my-online-slumber.html' title='After My Online Slumber'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-117136849731344624</id><published>2007-02-13T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:16:00.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE-less dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: anxious/slightly depressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: What Goes Around Comes Around by Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been a month since my 'seemingly unexcusable yet sensible' leave from blogging, and up to now I'm still finding myself caught up in a lot of things. Seriously, I was always online for a couple of hours or so, but somehow I couldn't find the right things to say.. I got a hold of myself just now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE-less&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Too true. Well, &lt;strong&gt;I kinda like this guy from school&lt;/strong&gt; but I will not go through all the details. This time, I have to learn to keep in all the good while it's still there. But to tell you the truth, I was actually hoping for him to make a move.. somehow. For crying out loud! It's Valentine's Day tomorrow, and as usual &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be sulking in a corner with no lovelife, no nothing, and an absolute proclamation of my pseudo-bitterness towards love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pretty weird that you're hearing this from me, huh?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough about that! FYI: Our effin' internet connection's got berserk and is already out for the last 4 days! What the ****? And because of this, I realized that I became &lt;strong&gt;too dependent on technology&lt;/strong&gt; to satisfy me whenever I arrive from school and do all attempts to relieve myself of stress.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh well, reality bites are really important every now and then. Tsk, tsk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We had our Anatomy laboratory exam this afternoon, and it was the worst 5-10 minutes of my life. Its coverage were the Respiratory &amp; Endocrine system, and I'm glad I'm not the only one finding it TOO complex. The course subject's not that hard, mind you, but I seriously think it has to do with our set of professors. I swear I never felt worst than anything else. I mean, ask my classmates - they're surely let you in on their grudge. Darn it! Well, so much for my attempt to excel in Anatomy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Going back, LOVE-less dilemma (put a stress on 'dilemma'). I hope I will survive Valentine's Day tomorrow, even though it also meant getting through our Anatomy lecture exam (darn it!!!). Oh crap... I hope he... (insert lovey-dovey verb here).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.: View Donna's blog!^^ Aww~ I find it really sweet, sis! Thanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-117136849731344624?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/117136849731344624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=117136849731344624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/117136849731344624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/117136849731344624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/02/love-less-dilemma.html' title='LOVE-less dilemma'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116818749972249316</id><published>2007-01-08T00:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-09T05:32:54.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Resolutions, my dear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: confused and sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: I'll Show You by Vonray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Looking back on the last few weeks of 2006 is like putting together a puzzle that doesn't really fit. It ended well, but not to a certain satisfactory degree. Yes, I did spend it with my family and friends but I feel that I've missed out on something. Oh well!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, the first week of 2007 has been treating me good. As much as I wanted 2006 to end happily, which didn't quite happen of course, this year was really unexpected. I made a resolution to myself that I won't make any promises for this year. I wouldn't want to join in the bandwagon of people making the 'diet resolution' as a top on their list, rather I'll try to do so. I hate people who break their promises so why should I make one for myself then suffer the consequence, right? So I say, &lt;strong&gt;NO RESOLUTIONS FOR A BETTER YEAR!~&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was saying, this year started out really great for me. It may sound weird but I'm saying that it is weird in a way that I was deeply flattered about the things that has happened lately. Last Wednesday was the start of our regular classes for this year and although I was not quite keen on the idea of going to school immediately, I found myself 'unusually happy' that day - to the extent that it drove my friends crazy. They couldn't understand a single thing I was saying because I knew that something great has a great possibility of coming my way this time. Aside from that, I am one of whom of English professor appointed as a group leader (rawr!~). Moving on..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'I'm fighting urges to fall again yet I stumble'&lt;/strong&gt;; this line from Chicosci's song best reflects my situation right now. You've probably heard that I fell for a person once or twice last year, but I admit that those are just petty things. It was just probably infatuation. It didn't end badly, but it sure was there for just a fleeting moment. This time around, I fell for it (I think) , big time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't know if that person's actually trying to drop some hints or what. I don't have any idea. So I sought some advice from people whom I know has got sensible things to say to this, and they said that I should &lt;strong&gt;enjoy the moment while it's still there&lt;/strong&gt;. Although it really is flattering, I should learn to &lt;strong&gt;justify things all the time and make sure that I know what I'm getting myself into&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I'm just perfectly fine. Definitely NO resolutions of any sort; and definitely just trying to make my way for the next couple of weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P.S.&lt;/strong&gt; I hope history won't repeat itself anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116818749972249316?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116818749972249316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116818749972249316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116818749972249316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116818749972249316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2007/01/no-resolutions-my-dear.html' title='No Resolutions, my dear'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116664201595456160</id><published>2006-12-21T02:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T03:58:48.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing The Good In</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; satisfied; just plain sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Strange and Beautiful by Aqualung&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As if last night's blunder wasn't enough, I was kept panicky when &lt;strong&gt;I woke up yesterday with no water and electricity&lt;/strong&gt;. Gawd!~ I was frantic enough and tried brainstorming ways on how to get dressed in time for the &lt;strong&gt;Battle of the Bands at CSR&lt;/strong&gt;. After 30 minutes, I surrendered myself to a deep stupor. Good thing is, when I woke at exactly 3 p.m, the water and electricity's back on. Finally!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 5 p.m, my dad dropped me off to Market! Market! so I could buy some things. Then I was off for CSR. Arriving 20 minutes after, I was greeted or rather screamed at by Chie when I was at the lobby. &lt;strong&gt;I SAW MS. SUELTO SING ONSTAGE&lt;/strong&gt;! My god!~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, I started roaming the place and ended up &lt;strong&gt;talking to Kai&lt;/strong&gt;. For goodness sake, I never saw her that happy upon seeing me. She was like screaming frantically and hurrying towards me, and ended up stomping on my foot. I was saddened that she's &lt;strong&gt;about to&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;leave for U.S. FOR good&lt;/strong&gt;. It was the first (in a few months) AND probably the last time I will see her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then, abandoning all attempts to eat dinner I went outside and bought my ticket for the event, talked with some people, &lt;strong&gt;encountered not-so-pleasant acquaintances&lt;/strong&gt; and so on. I was quick enough to raise my guard on THOSE who weren't so nice to me back then, and until now for some bullshit reason. &lt;strong&gt;Mind you, they're really pathetic&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, &lt;strong&gt;Imago&lt;/strong&gt; was first to go onstage. They sang &lt;strong&gt;Spoliarium, Akap, Ewan, Sundo&lt;/strong&gt; (my current fave!) and the adrenaline-pumping &lt;strong&gt;Taralets&lt;/strong&gt;. And yes, I got my copy of their latest album signed by &lt;strong&gt;Aia De Leon and Tim Cacho&lt;/strong&gt;. Woohoo! Then the program proper for the Battle of the Bands was up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Although I wasn't quite satisfied with some contestants, still I knew that they're bound to learn a lot from that experience. I'm just perfectly contented that &lt;strong&gt;Alternate Spectrum&lt;/strong&gt; won (go Vitta!). Their drummer, Camille Salva and vocalist, Vitta Hernandez won &lt;strong&gt;Best Drummer and Best Vocalist&lt;/strong&gt; respectively.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHILI &amp; NO IDEA&lt;/strong&gt; performed! The latter performed really well (and I was shocked when Pyra played bass for them), but I was really looking forward to the former's onstage performance. And good enough, I wasn't disappointed with it. In fact, I only have well words for them. The first song &lt;strong&gt;'Time After Time' was with vocalist Ikang&lt;/strong&gt;, while the second was &lt;strong&gt;'Bata by Moonstar88' with Mecca&lt;/strong&gt;. Unlike the Battle of the Bands last year, I could say that they've improved a lot. I think what made them perform well is that they are not pressured by any competition since they are there just to perform for the crowd. And yes, &lt;strong&gt;AGANG ~ you were great out there! You've improved a lot, indeed&lt;/strong&gt;. To Jam, Maia and Ming ~ good job!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After some cam-whoring moments, I went home with &lt;strong&gt;Melai&lt;/strong&gt; in tow. Then it got me thinking about something. Somehow I couldn't greatly express it here since I'm not quite sure of how reliable things are on the Internet. So, I'll just speak in a quite intimate (and most indirect) manner that I can (somehow manage) to pull off..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;Thank you for everything. Thank you for understanding things and assuring me that you'll still be there no matter what. Now, I should just let fate take its course&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116664201595456160?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116664201595456160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116664201595456160' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116664201595456160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116664201595456160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/12/bringing-good-in.html' title='Bringing The Good In'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116655339835081186</id><published>2006-12-20T00:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T02:36:38.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caught Off-guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Maybe Tomorrow by Stereophonics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, this post was supposed to be about last Saturday's concert. But I'd just post it some other time so I won't limit my words to what I have in mind right now. For crying out loud, it's already the break of dawn. Rawr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I made a something that's quite unexplainable. Even I was shocked of what I did.. the hell did I muster enough courage?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, this is one of those days where I get shocked of what I can and cannot do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just in&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Imago. Imago! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;Chili (I miss these guys!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Battle of the Bands.. (nga ba?).. ayos!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.. count me in (kahit P200 ang ticket) !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116655339835081186?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116655339835081186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116655339835081186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116655339835081186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116655339835081186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/12/caught-off-guard.html' title='Caught Off-guard'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116574404401227601</id><published>2006-12-10T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-11T04:37:26.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Experience 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: laid-back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Show Stopper by Danity Kane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished the &lt;em&gt;FINAL&lt;/em&gt; (at last!) draft of the ticket layout for this year's &lt;strong&gt;Christmas Concert&lt;/strong&gt;. At least for the nth time, I was able to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you guys are interested to watch &lt;strong&gt;Chicosci, Stonefree, Paramita and Wickermoss&lt;/strong&gt; perform for this event, just message me here or e-mail me. My contacts are stated below my profile. The &lt;em&gt;ticket will cost 60 bucks for Madocians&lt;/em&gt; (a.k.a Manila Doctors College students) and &lt;em&gt;100 bucks for outsiders&lt;/em&gt;. See you there!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116574404401227601?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116574404401227601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116574404401227601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116574404401227601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116574404401227601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-experience-2.html' title='The Christmas Experience 2'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116568193106434633</id><published>2006-12-10T00:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T00:35:58.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call on stress for comfort</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Save Room by John Legend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The past week has all been such a great learning experience, yet it passed by in such lightning speed that I was caught in. It was a very busy week since we rushed the organization and planning for our upcoming concert for a cause entitled, &lt;strong&gt;"The Christmas Experience 2"&lt;/strong&gt; on &lt;strong&gt;December 16&lt;/strong&gt;. What with such little time to do things, it was hard to squeeze in a little study time for my classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Even so, I was able to pull through. It was an accomplishment for me since I lacked sleep or no sleep at all every single day. I have to &lt;em&gt;beat deadlines and beat the time&lt;/em&gt; just to settle things. Although it was a great challenge, it was worthwhile. And yet, I was made to think of a certain matter..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;During our &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theology class last Tuesday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, we passed around a paper with our name at the center inclusive of our positive and negative traits. Then, it was our blockmates' turn to write their opinions about ourselves. When I got back my paper, it was frustrating enough that a &lt;strong&gt;CERTAIN SOMEONE&lt;/strong&gt; written something that was part of our Philosophy lecture.. &lt;em&gt;"Do not try to take the role of an adult if you're not prepared or set for it."&lt;/em&gt; I was quick to explain it in class that the things and responsibilities I have keeps me happy all throughout. If I wasn't, then I would have screamed my heart out at them if I was sick and tired of it. Whatever, you know who you are. I knew it was you because of your handwriting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I was gracefully inlove right now so things don't seem as bad to me as they were before. Although I was only able to see that special someone once for this week, it brought me happiness. &lt;strong&gt;Define happiness&lt;/strong&gt;? Nevermind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116568193106434633?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116568193106434633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116568193106434633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116568193106434633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116568193106434633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/12/call-on-stress-for-comfort.html' title='Call on stress for comfort'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116499200272017665</id><published>2006-12-02T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T01:07:38.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New life, new love, new phone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: hyped-up/inlove (time check: 12:40 am)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Irreplaceable by Beyonce&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It feels so nice to not have regular classes for four days. It's been giving me time to get a hold of myself and regain my lost energy (and sleep), for that matter. Well, last Wednesday was one of the 'nose-bleed days' of my life. We had &lt;strong&gt;Anatomy lecture and laboratory exams&lt;/strong&gt; that day ~ a not so cool day for the damned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But as they say, everything can't go THAT bad in a day. After classes, my mom fetched me from school and she brought with her my new phone. Yey! A &lt;strong&gt;Nokia N72&lt;/strong&gt; in pearly pink, woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, even though I'll be keeping this entry short I would just like to declare something:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes, I'm inlove right now. And I'm perfectly fine with my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.. and I know that my feelings are true!~ o28&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116499200272017665?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116499200272017665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116499200272017665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116499200272017665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116499200272017665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/12/new-life-new-love-new-phone.html' title='New life, new love, new phone?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116464502624460696</id><published>2006-11-28T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-29T23:13:48.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia is such a sweet act</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: nostalgic but sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: I Drive Myself Crazy by (the long forgotten) N*Sync&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gawd!~ Yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;MDC's Foundation Day&lt;/strong&gt;. It was really tiring considering the fact that I was assigned for its &lt;strong&gt;Narrative Report and a little on the documentation&lt;/strong&gt;. It didn't go as I expected, but it was good enough that we were able to put up a program on such &lt;strong&gt;short notice&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This made me remember about how I used to spend our &lt;strong&gt;school fair back in CSR&lt;/strong&gt;. I really missed those days; I was just relaxing in the auditorium and rehearsing my lines for the play. I missed the &lt;strong&gt;pizzas,&lt;/strong&gt; the paint-it-yourself &lt;strong&gt;figurines&lt;/strong&gt; that sell for 40 bucks, the &lt;strong&gt;rides&lt;/strong&gt; that you can go about when you're bored, the &lt;strong&gt;giant slide&lt;/strong&gt; that I only got on when it was already nighttime and nobody's there to break my fall, the usually hyped-up &lt;strong&gt;cheering competition&lt;/strong&gt; and the&lt;strong&gt; lovely people&lt;/strong&gt; I spent those good days with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Probably, I'd take this opportunity to list down the&lt;strong&gt; people&lt;/strong&gt; who I miss the most, with all my heart: &lt;strong&gt;Haeja&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Agang&lt;/strong&gt;, Eunice Garo, Jenna-Kat, Vica (Baby Star), Missy, Abby C., Ayra, Pepay, Jonah, Edz, Jazer, Mel, Gide, Mako, Jam, Kepe, Maia, Ikang, Ming, Melai, &lt;strong&gt;Nina &lt;/strong&gt;(Hon!), Fatima, &lt;strong&gt;Chatty &lt;/strong&gt;(Chippy koh!), Chamae, &lt;strong&gt;Pyra&lt;/strong&gt; (Crush!), Shebop, Tats, Hazel A. (Dude!)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the list goes on.. (if I forget somebody, beat me the next time you see me)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really ironic that these nostalgic moments come about whenever I feel the &lt;strong&gt;need to detach myself&lt;/strong&gt; from all the stress. Maybe these people made me sane (somehow), maybe they changed my life one way or another. But it all comes down to this: I will always thank everyone who've been a part of my life, and &lt;strong&gt;touched my soul&lt;/strong&gt;. I shall never forget the things you've said to me, and every moment that I've spent with you guys is really treasured.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may sound 'corny' or whatnot right now, but if you'll test me (even with my failing memory), I would somehow manage to tell you a moment when we were together and narrate it &lt;strong&gt;like it was just yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;. Right now, I feel so sorry for &lt;strong&gt;taking for granted&lt;/strong&gt; back then those moments, when there were times when I wanted to 'speed things up' and get things over with. Now, I wished it had gone to a slow millisecond motion so that I could &lt;strong&gt;savor&lt;/strong&gt; every particle of it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But as they say, I should not worry about yesterday because it can never be changed. All I can do is &lt;strong&gt;accept it and learn from it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, to those people who are listed here (and not listed, too), thank you for everything. You may not know it, but you've done a great deal in shaping me to who I am now. &lt;strong&gt;I'll forever be greatful..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116464502624460696?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116464502624460696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116464502624460696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116464502624460696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116464502624460696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/11/nostalgia-is-such-sweet-act.html' title='Nostalgia is such a sweet act'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116433455704147617</id><published>2006-11-24T10:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:15:57.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Starbucks = Love</title><content type='html'>Mood: stressed, still&lt;br /&gt;Listening to: Fergalicious by Fergie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been in great stress lately, what with the strenuous preparations for the upcoming MDC Foundation Day this 27th and my studies. But all I can say is that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Starbucks!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank a venti Mocha Frapp yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I drank a grande Mocha Frapp this morning.&lt;br /&gt;I paid for Tart's grande Peppermint Frapp this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this makes no sense. Yet coffee can be a source of happiness, if you're well under stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116433455704147617?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116433455704147617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116433455704147617' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116433455704147617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116433455704147617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/11/starbucks-love.html' title='Starbucks = Love'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116363829146817070</id><published>2006-11-16T08:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T08:57:16.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lose yourself in the game.. of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: sad/nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: The First Cut Is The Deepest by Sheryl Crow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today to do something for our &lt;strong&gt;Chemistry lab class&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I viewed this blog to see Haeja's tags. I also opened my Friendster account to see some pictures, and I saw some pretty 'envious' things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I felt sad&lt;/strong&gt;. Sad &lt;strong&gt;because I feel that I am a threat to myself&lt;/strong&gt;. Sad because I can't even talk to my closest highschool friends. Sad &lt;strong&gt;because I lost touch of what I can do with life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'The world doesn't revolve around us'&lt;/strong&gt;. True. Haeja was always true, and this brought me to tears. &lt;strong&gt;She always knew who I really was more than I knew myself&lt;/strong&gt;. For the past weeks, I started denying that I'm being unhappy with my life. I started hiding it in with material things and prestige, and &lt;strong&gt;it was good.. until it lasted&lt;/strong&gt; for a few seconds. I didn't even feel that the second semester has started because there's just &lt;strong&gt;too much pre&lt;/strong&gt;ssure, and it has gotten a hold of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm know what I'm used to be&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm not what my blockmates think I am. I'm not the same old freakin' cheerful-slash-insanely demented person whom I used to be. And these make me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought being on top was great, but &lt;strong&gt;being there alone was worst than I thought&lt;/strong&gt;. And even though I achieve partly all the things I wanted, &lt;strong&gt;deep inside I'm hurt&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go &lt;strong&gt;back to the old times&lt;/strong&gt;, and feel that I still have my heart with me. And that &lt;strong&gt;my friends are there to keep me happy&lt;/strong&gt;. I never cried like this for a few weeks now. And I didn't know that all the &lt;strong&gt;sadness has welled up inside me this much&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm missing them.. all of them. If they only knew&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116363829146817070?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116363829146817070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116363829146817070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116363829146817070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116363829146817070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/11/lose-yourself-in-game-of-life.html' title='Lose yourself in the game.. of life'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116333592952934860</id><published>2006-11-12T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T20:56:19.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Imelda Marcos, make-up &amp; hesitations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: fighting the urge/finding a way to sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: We Ride by Rihanna&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My family heard Mass around 9'o clock this morning. It was just the &lt;strong&gt;typical Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, with me wearing my latest outfit. A few minutes after the Mass started, &lt;strong&gt;Imelda Marcos&lt;/strong&gt; sat in front of us &lt;strong&gt;wearing an all-green ensemble&lt;/strong&gt; ~ her usual Filipiniana one. It was weird in a sense that my usual connotation when I hear her name is that she's the wife of the late Pres. Marcos. But it ends there, and it was weird still to hear Mass behind her. Oh well, she's just human.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, that made no sense. Or did it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After hearing Mass, me and my mom decided to go to the grocery first since it was too late to grab breakfast and too early for lunch. Blah blah blah. I &lt;strong&gt;read Five People You Meet In Heaven&lt;/strong&gt; while 'lazily' walking aisle after aisle of stuff. Then I insisted my mom to buy me a new blush-on. &lt;strong&gt;I was opting for something expensive&lt;/strong&gt;, but I know my mom won't allow me. So, I decided to buy a powder blush-on that's close to the &lt;strong&gt;shade of Estee Lauder's Mocha Rose&lt;/strong&gt; ~ the only shade I totally fell in love with. Blah blah blah. Grab the thing, pay at the counter and go home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;- - - - - - - - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Seriously, I'm &lt;strong&gt;not too keen on the idea of going to school tomo&lt;/strong&gt;rrow. Second semester's about to start, but I shudder the thought. It would mean more work load for me, aside from the work at &lt;strong&gt;Council&lt;/strong&gt; plus my work at &lt;strong&gt;Centerpost&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;Artists' Guild&lt;/strong&gt; and perhaps &lt;strong&gt;Peer Counselors&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't seem to think why all my &lt;strong&gt;classmates find a lot of reasons to complain&lt;/strong&gt; about our new schedule. I mean, don't I have a big say on things, like &lt;strong&gt;"I got more reasons to complain but I try not to because it would just add to the problem".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have I developed the &lt;strong&gt;'abnormally' optimistic take on things&lt;/strong&gt;? It's just pathetic. Everyone's complaining; I seem perfectly fine and happy with things. Is that weird enough?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The bottom line's this, mind you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt;'s complaining about the new schedule.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt;'s complaining why we have Saturday classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone&lt;/strong&gt;'s complaining about something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Most people&lt;/strong&gt; rely on me for their lifeline.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people&lt;/strong&gt; just can't get a life of their own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some people&lt;/strong&gt; just don't have common sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Not all people&lt;/strong&gt; think like I do ~ face it, Faye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LIFE IS FREAKIN' WEIRD &lt;/strong&gt;(by typical standards).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116333592952934860?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116333592952934860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116333592952934860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116333592952934860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116333592952934860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/11/imelda-marcos-make-up-hesitations.html' title='Imelda Marcos, make-up &amp; hesitations'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116308251895369279</id><published>2006-11-09T22:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:28:38.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yey! That Shopping Thang!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: groovin' (yeah!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: My Love by Justin Timberlake&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom fetched me from school around 4pm today. We went to &lt;strong&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt; because I wanted to &lt;strong&gt;splurge&lt;/strong&gt;, yet again, on &lt;strong&gt;new clothes&lt;/strong&gt;. So, I eventually told her that I already got the 'incentive' from the Student Council. &lt;strong&gt;Yey! I got Php1,000&lt;/strong&gt; ~ good enough to spend on shopping! Yeah, I know that I should have spent it wisely but it's another &lt;strong&gt;part of my therapy&lt;/strong&gt; 'coz I'm currently bummed about my degraded voice because of &lt;strong&gt;'the darn infection'&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I only got a hold of that envelope containing my incentive for like, 2 hours, and yet my hands 'itched' again so I spent it that as fast as how I got it. I went to my favorite shops: Folded and Hung and People are People, but I wasn't satisfied with what they have to offer. If I would buy something from PrP, it would be impractical and to think that I have almost the same things in my closet; same goes with F&amp;H. So, me and my mom started pacing the long corridors of MOA and stumbled upon this &lt;strong&gt;shop called "Shapes"&lt;/strong&gt;. That name caught my attention, so I went in. There was this &lt;strike&gt;guy&lt;/strike&gt;.. &lt;strong&gt;gay&lt;/strong&gt;, who helped me pick out some chic tops ~ and I ended up with &lt;strong&gt;2 great pieces at Php1,350&lt;/strong&gt;. I bought a flowy orange top and a sporty yet chic green&amp;amp;white striped top. &lt;strong&gt;Simple perfect!&lt;/strong&gt; They definitely lived up to their monicker, "Shapes". Every piece they have hugs a woman's curve, or even if you have none they'll create the 'illusion' that you have one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yey! &lt;strong&gt;I have a new favorite store&lt;/strong&gt;. Nota bene!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116308251895369279?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116308251895369279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116308251895369279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116308251895369279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116308251895369279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/11/yey-that-shopping-thang.html' title='Yey! That Shopping Thang!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116297018553519134</id><published>2006-11-08T15:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T15:17:54.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Bummer!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: sleepy, still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Shui Zui Piao Liang by 7F&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Life ain't fair, big time! I got home from the doctor's this morning to a terrible news: I have upper respiratory tract infection. Darn it! Whenever I try to speak, only a gust of air comes out of my mouth. It's sad, I can't talk for probably more than a week (but I'm hoping that it won't take THAT long). Because of this, I missed out on a lot of things, yet again. I missed the Artists' Guild rehearsals for the second time this week, and I wasn't able to work at the SAF Collections.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WANT MY VOICE BACK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darn that infection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darn that ube ice cream I ate last Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darn those choco chip cookies I ate last Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Darn that last choco chip cookie I ate last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116297018553519134?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116297018553519134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116297018553519134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116297018553519134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116297018553519134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/11/what-bummer.html' title='What a Bummer!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116247647734455715</id><published>2006-11-02T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:14:38.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sick &amp; I know it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: sleepy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Hui Dao Wo Shen Bian by 5566&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been sailing on rough waters lately, and the struggle to get through things are taking its toll on me. Yes, I'm sick; sick of thinking hard, working hard and waking up early. I felt that &lt;strong&gt;the spark that motivated me to do things has faded&lt;/strong&gt; and I am just doing things simply for accomplishment. It's not that I don't want to do it anymore, it's just that I probably need a break. Many people may not understand, but everything's &lt;strong&gt;degrading me emotionally&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Some people actually think that &lt;strong&gt;I'm weird&lt;/strong&gt;. Everybody's weird in their own way, right? So why do some of them have to rub it in my face. Duh!~ And yes, I cannot deny that I am sick in a way that &lt;strong&gt;I started hating myself&lt;/strong&gt;. I would loathe myself when I don't do things prior to my expectations, like when I got my class cards last week. I blamed myself for not making it to the &lt;strong&gt;dean's list&lt;/strong&gt;. Sure, I made the cut but my friggin' professor gave me a 2.25 in Chemistry. I know very well that I don't deserve that grade because I studied hard for her class despite the fact that I'm not very good at it. I even came to the point where I swallowed my sky-high 'hidden' pride by letting my classmate tutor me for that friggin' class, and still she gave me crap! Problem is, I couldn't question her because she is so 'brilliant' as to not even give us grounds to how we got our grade, or whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another 'illness' I have is that I started arguing with myself whenever I feel down or when I think that I didn't wear the right outfit when I go out. My mom even scolded me while we were in Mall of Asia today because I had argued with myself and with her for the past 2 hours that we were trying to find an outfit. &lt;strong&gt;I blamed myself for not looking good, for having flaws and everything&lt;/strong&gt;. This has never happened to me before, so why now? Even I find things strange. I know that it's all in my head, but I can't even shake the thought off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So here I am again, doing therapy: listening to 5566 albums. Their music seem to calm me down. Last summer 2005, their music served as my therapy for depression. I was able to keep focus on my goals. Maybe it could help me &lt;strong&gt;regain what I've lost&lt;/strong&gt; out of working too hard. Maybe. &lt;strong&gt;There's still hope though&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116247647734455715?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116247647734455715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116247647734455715' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116247647734455715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116247647734455715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-sick-i-know-it.html' title='I&apos;m sick &amp; I know it'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116144196898119539</id><published>2006-10-21T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T22:16:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendezvous Fit for a Workaholic</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; the usual&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Sundo by Imago (playing in my head)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been figuring out how I am supposed to spend our &lt;strong&gt;3-week semestral break&lt;/strong&gt; for the past 2 days. Hmm. Think, think, think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hair treatment @ Bench Fix.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Get my nails done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Get my class cards on the 27th&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Join the Artists' Guild play&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go dieting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enroll in a gym (hopefully).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Finish the budget breakdown for the culminating activity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Finish the CWTS project proposal.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enroll for the 2nd Semester on November 7&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;What else? Gawd!~ I'm so not into the thought of getting &lt;strong&gt;my class cards&lt;/strong&gt;. I hope I didn't.. oh well! Just post a comment for tips on how to make a 3-week break worthwhile, no matter how crazy or nerdy it is, okay?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;AND if you would like &lt;strong&gt;view the photos of the events I've been to&lt;/strong&gt; or whatever, just go to this site:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://iamxiafeng.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Iamxiafeng's multiply&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116144196898119539?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116144196898119539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116144196898119539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116144196898119539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116144196898119539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/10/rendezvous-fit-for-workaholic.html' title='Rendezvous Fit for a Workaholic'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-116144067710169924</id><published>2006-10-21T21:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T22:28:52.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cut me some slack, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; cranky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm pissed off.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; My PC's broken AGAIN, so I'm using my brother's.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; Things are starting to get in my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;-&gt; People. Paperwork. Other ungrateful people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well, well. What a unfit intro after not blogging for a month. I mean, a lot has happened since my last entry: &lt;strong&gt;60% worst, 30% happy and 10% silly moments&lt;/strong&gt;. Only a 'chosen few' became my stress-slash-anger outlet during those times, and I am overly grateful for their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Student Council. Tart. Bunch. my Tigger. my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though some events served as a way for me to forget all that has happened (RSO Night, M.A.D.E, Baila Dance Concert) still I couldn't escape from it. Yes, I am a highly optimistic person BUT &lt;strong&gt;nobody's perfect&lt;/strong&gt;. I also fail, and when I do it's not that I will stay there forever. No, they're wrong (you know who you guys are or do you?). I hate people who tell me I'm weak when in fact all that they see is me working my ass off for them. Hell, they don't know what I'm going through. They're too SELFISH; too UNGRATEFUL! I wish they knew the reason why 51% of the time, &lt;strong&gt;I chose to detach myself from them&lt;/strong&gt;. They're so effin' annoying (and demanding).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now, deep breath. &lt;strong&gt;Keep all the anger in, and forget it&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-116144067710169924?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/116144067710169924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=116144067710169924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116144067710169924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/116144067710169924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/10/cut-me-some-slack-will-you.html' title='Cut me some slack, will you?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115729277630995454</id><published>2006-09-03T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T22:14:11.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishing for a Get-away</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; dead-tired; super haggard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; A Promise by Chicosci&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gawd~ I'm currently listening to mind-stimulating music just to keep myself awake. Yet, my body's contradicting me again. I haven't slept much since last Monday, and until now there's still too much to do. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Project proposals, founding a school org, homeworks, exams, Centerpost, RSO Night, and so on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yep, I definitely feel like a full-time student now. I don't even have time to watch TV damn.it! But on my part, all the sacrifices I'm making and have made are worth it. It's like re-shaping my life in the service of others. Now that's compassion! Still, I can't help wishing on a lucky star that I'd be away from all of the stressants of life and into an ultimately serene place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;What's keeping me too tired to function right now are the muscle pains I had because of the &lt;strong&gt;Alay Lakad&lt;/strong&gt; this morning. Imagine walking from our school to Aliw Theater, then until Rizal Park via Roxas Boulevard? It's a good formula for &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toxicity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;muscle pains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's a good thing that the Rotary Club gave out &lt;strong&gt;free breakfast&lt;/strong&gt; for the Marshals, or else I would have starved to death then and there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;me and Jordan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went back to &lt;strong&gt;MDC&lt;/strong&gt;. I got there just for the sole reason of getting the button pins design from our&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Centerpost artist, Badj&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. At least it was all worth it because her work was really fabulous!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't wait for the &lt;strong&gt;RSO Night&lt;/strong&gt; this coming Saturday. It's the only thing that I'm looking forward too. We hope that all our efforts won't go to waste..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115729277630995454?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115729277630995454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115729277630995454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115729277630995454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115729277630995454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/09/wishing-for-get-away.html' title='Wishing for a Get-away'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115617754944312982</id><published>2006-08-21T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:25:49.473+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Braincells &amp; Eyebags Galore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; dead tired AND sleepy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Sexy Love by Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTE: I may repeat myself over and over again in this entry, so please bare with it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After nearly a week's worth of not sleeping and drinking too much coffee, I finally got to take some slack off of me ~ &lt;strong&gt;thank God for Monday's holiday&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll just start by recalling what happened last week, or probably the details that matter most. We had our midterms from Wednesday up until Saturday; 2 subjects per day ~ wew! I'd rather not repeat myself by stating everything that happened every exam day, so I'd honestly say that I'm wishing that I got a rather good result with my &lt;strong&gt;Chemistry and Algebra test&lt;/strong&gt; because if I don't ~ I'm dead meat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, enough with the post-midterms jitters already! I got lucky last Friday, way too lucky. Here's the low-down: I met up with all the presidents and vice-presidents of Ms. Agpasa's advisory classes around 11:30-1:00 and after all the introductions, I found myself being elected as the &lt;strong&gt;Over-All Public Relations Officer of Homeroom&lt;/strong&gt;. Way to go, Faye! With an empty stomach and tired physique, me and Mariel proceed to the Speech Lab for another meeting concerning the &lt;strong&gt;Level I Core Council elections&lt;/strong&gt;. Again, after all the introductions wherein we were instructed to introduce ourselves and our leadership qualities, I found myself being elected as the &lt;strong&gt;Treasurer&lt;/strong&gt;. Yeah, baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No, I ain't dreaming. I really thank the Lord for the great opportunities that came my way that day. Finally, the chance to serve others is within my reach; something that was just a far off thought back in high school. After all the commotion, I also became a part of the Program and Invitations Committee for our &lt;strong&gt;RSO Night&lt;/strong&gt;. Now that's exciting!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I just officially finished the layout changes of &lt;strong&gt;The Centerpost Online&lt;/strong&gt; ~ our student publications' webbie around 15 minutes ago. I'm just plainly dead tired, both mind and physique but I still have to do a draft on the RSO invitations.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So help me, God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115617754944312982?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115617754944312982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115617754944312982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115617754944312982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115617754944312982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/08/bloody-braincells-eyebags-galore.html' title='Bloody Braincells &amp; Eyebags Galore'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115557520073090011</id><published>2006-08-15T00:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:15:04.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Leap of Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; TOO sleepy yet full of caffeine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; You &amp;amp; Me by Lifehouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just when I was on the brink of giving up did I realize that I don't have to lose it to feel that I am whole. Yes, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a sign that we are mortal beings and it will always surface one way or another. Simply put: It felt weird to be thinking that I can shun away all other things and be all-knowing and what not.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was wrong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Life's lessons come every now and then, and thank God it did."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Random realizations:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"People love you just the way you are."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Never shall you doubt yourself, for if you do others will start doubting your intentions."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Love who you are and what you are doing."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Have faith!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;*Abie. Happy 14. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115557520073090011?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115557520073090011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115557520073090011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115557520073090011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115557520073090011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/08/leap-of-faith.html' title='A Leap of Faith'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115547276776653129</id><published>2006-08-13T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T19:40:18.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aww! Sweetest Things.. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; paranoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Shake It Off by Mariah Carey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Sweetest Things A Guy Could Do :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Leave her cute text messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiss her in front of your friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Trust her over everyone else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell her she looks beautiful.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look her in the eye when you talk to her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tell her stupid jokes to make her laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let her mess with your hair.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just walk around with her.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Include her in pretty much everything you do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she cries, do whatever to make her smile.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forgive her for her mistakes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Look at her like she's the only girl you see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Tickle her even if she says stop.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When she starts swearing at you, tell her you love her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let her fall asleep in your arms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get her mad, then kiss her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tease her and let her tease you back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Stay up with her all night when she's sick.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Watch her favorite movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiss her forehead.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Write her letters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let her wear your clothes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When she's sad, hang out with her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let her know she is important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Let her take all the photos of you she wants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Surprise her with flowers for no reason.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Kiss her in the rain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you fall in love with her, tell her.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And when you do tell her... LOVE her like you never loved before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115547276776653129?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115547276776653129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115547276776653129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115547276776653129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115547276776653129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/08/aww-sweetest-things.html' title='Aww! Sweetest Things.. :)'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115486882412092449</id><published>2006-08-06T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:46:34.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Let Go Gracefully</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; repressing bad thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Sexy Back by Justin Timberlake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the worst 3 days of my life; I've cried, cried and cried some more. Last Thursday, me and my dad got into a really huge argument because of a stupid petty thing. The following day, we talked about family in Homeroom and I cried some more. Yesterday, my emotions just burst off my chest. I was late for the first General Assembly of the Peer Counselors Group with which I was planning to become an officer. The thought just went to waste, and I braced myself for yet another BAD,BAD,BAD news. For the first time, I found myself staring blankly for a couple of minutes in front of the bulletin board for a result I never thought I'd see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"... I didn't pass the Chorale."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A freakin' phrase that kept echoing in my mind that I cannot even process immediately. I just didn't know what to do. It's like losing your life support and half-dying in a deeper sense. I felt humiliated even though I was the only one standing there looking at that plain white bond paper encased behind the glass. Recalling what happened then and there still sends chills down my spine. I cannot control myself. I felt lost. I felt dazed. I feel like I'm dead. I feel like I don't know myself anymore. I'm ashamed. ~ And I hate these feelings...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But I have to let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115486882412092449?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115486882412092449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115486882412092449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115486882412092449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115486882412092449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/08/to-let-go-gracefully.html' title='To Let Go Gracefully'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115414902512032335</id><published>2006-07-29T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:42:18.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS! Anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: freakin' busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Stars are Blind by Paris Hilton&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't believe I'm saying this, but I've been excessively busy for the past few weeks. Obviously, I haven't been able to update my entries and my layout, and so on. By the way, last week's &lt;strong&gt;cherry-on-top &lt;/strong&gt;was the &lt;strong&gt;first part of the Leadership Training&lt;/strong&gt; together with the other Class Presidents and the Core Student Council members at MDC. I've met a lot of great people and have shared a lot of common things between them. It was a great experience for me because I felt that I really do fit in this institution (MDC).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I won't be blabbing on much, so here's a list of the things that's keeping me busy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Attend the Leadership Training for 2 Sundays.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Attend the sensitivity and counseling techniques training for MDC Peer Counselors Group.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Audition for &lt;strong&gt;MDC Chorale&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Applied for &lt;strong&gt;MDC Artists Guild&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;The Centerpost&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Interview for The Centerpost on August 2.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Finalize the Class Committee Representatives.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Chem Lab: Study and make the Schematic Diagram for Experiment 8.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;English: Diagnostic Test and quiz on French words.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Filipino: Make talumpati and project, due on Tuesday.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Gen. Psych: Finish homework, due on Tuesday.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Algebra: Answer all book exercises and study for a series of tests.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Logic: Study Lesson 7 and be ready for a graded recitation and test.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NSTP: Read and study Chapter 8.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Homeroom: E-mail all important files to Ms. Agpasa and finish the Minutes of the Meeting hardcopy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115414902512032335?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115414902512032335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115414902512032335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115414902512032335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115414902512032335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/07/sos-anyone.html' title='SOS! Anyone?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115247814785603963</id><published>2006-07-10T04:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T04:53:21.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This IS Weird, Seriously</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; *passive* just finished a paperwork&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Get Right by Jennifer Lopez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Okay, that was &lt;strong&gt;once HELL of a week&lt;/strong&gt;. I've done a lot, laughed excessively, thought too much, studied my brains out and woke up every single morning in front of the computer - just like now. I guess this will go on for the rest of the semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This just in (well, sort of): I am now a member of &lt;strong&gt;MDC's Peer Counseling Group&lt;/strong&gt;. All together now. BOO-HOO! ~Kidding. Well, my series of trainings' going to start this week. I hope everything turns out to be 'excessively' good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115247814785603963?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115247814785603963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115247814785603963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115247814785603963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115247814785603963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/07/this-is-weird-seriously.html' title='This IS Weird, Seriously'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115184862811993466</id><published>2006-07-02T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T22:03:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Biggest Change Ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; relaxed (after studying for 2 days straight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Hot Stuff (I Want You Back) by The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say I'm quite impressed with how my college life's turning out to be. You really want to get a better picture? Here's for starters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm elected as &lt;strong&gt;Class President&lt;/strong&gt; (Slap me, I must be dreaming!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I applied and finished my interview for the &lt;strong&gt;Peer Counseling Group&lt;/strong&gt; (still praying for this one).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm studying &lt;strong&gt;UNUSUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; these days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I rarely cram for homeworks - a great improvement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm planning to join the &lt;strong&gt;MDC Chorale&lt;/strong&gt; and the&lt;strong&gt; Artists' Guild&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My homework in Gen. Psych. usually comprises of 4-5 back-to-back pages of yellow pad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was one of the fortunate few who got 98% for the graded recitation in P.E. (the highest grade Ms. Liao gave).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And the list can go on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But some things can never change, actually:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I always go &lt;strong&gt;back to CSR&lt;/strong&gt; every Fridays (I miss them so much, even the teachers!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;still&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; the cam-whore that I am since who-knows-when, and I miss my cam-whoring partner damn much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I &lt;strong&gt;meet up with Donna&lt;/strong&gt; every Thursday to unwind - Starbucks, Mall of Asia, who-knows-where - you name it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well, that's probably it. I hope it didn't come as quite a shock unlike some of my friends did. *evil cackle*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115184862811993466?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115184862811993466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115184862811993466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115184862811993466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115184862811993466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/07/biggest-change-ever.html' title='The Biggest Change Ever!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115117143206564760</id><published>2006-06-25T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T01:50:32.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hail Ye Photoshop!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; amused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Timeless by Sergio Mendes feat. India Arie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last summer, I was somewhat determined to &lt;strong&gt;learn more about Adobe Photoshop CS&lt;/strong&gt;. It was weird how hard I tried to accomplish it back then, but I ended up learning it late than I expected. I found out how to make&lt;strong&gt; scanlines&lt;/strong&gt; a week ago, and yesterday night I discovered a pretty clever trick to &lt;strong&gt;make photos look professionally made&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, in my opinion my work looks like it. Again, just click on the picture to view the original image size. &lt;strong&gt;Satisfied? Needs improvement? &lt;/strong&gt;Just put a comment on this entry, will you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/GRAPHiCS/collage_v2_withcaption_gformat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/GRAPHiCS/collage_v2_withcaption_gformat.jpg" width="200" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The images used here were taken by a camera phone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/GRAPHiCS/IMG_3275_edited_v2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/GRAPHiCS/IMG_3275_edited_v2.jpg" width="150" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/GRAPHiCS/IMG_3275_v2_gformat.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/GRAPHiCS/IMG_3275_v2_gformat.jpg" width="150" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The first image has the original photo resolution while the second one is edited with Photoshop. See the difference?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115117143206564760?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115117143206564760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115117143206564760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115117143206564760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115117143206564760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/hail-ye-photoshop.html' title='Hail Ye Photoshop!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/GRAPHiCS/th_collage_v2_withcaption_gformat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115107193180105075</id><published>2006-06-23T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:15:14.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday's The Day I Love!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; HAPPY, happy &amp; contented&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Maneater by Nelly Furtado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say that this was a &lt;strong&gt;really busy week&lt;/strong&gt;. We had graded recitations every now &amp;amp; then, and on occassions would stand in a freakin' long line just to get our books. Geez! &lt;strong&gt;So this is what college life feels like&lt;/strong&gt;. Amidst all the late night reviews I did, I was surprised that this day turned out to be a great day for me. Our Logic class this morning was really fun and I am now starting to appreciate every single detail about it ~ not bad! I was glad that our Homeroom teacher didn't come for class because the four of us (Me, Chino, Rosel and Valerie) were supposed to do a sort-of dance number as part of our punishment from last week's activity. Technically, we had our early break and ate at KFC. I can't believe I lost my appetite then and there. Well, there's a first for everything!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we went back for our NSTP class. We were supposed to have a quiz about last week's lecture, but we pleaded to our professor and he told us to just keep quiet so he won't give us the test. So, we endured 1 and a half hours of a &lt;strong&gt;'boring' lecture about Leaders and Leadership&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a good thing that Chino was sitting behind me because I was fooling around with what our professor is discussing to us like: "A leader should be generous". I told him and Roni, &lt;strong&gt;"Generosity: Dapat nagpapa-Starbucks!"&lt;/strong&gt;. After classes, we had our cam-whoring moments, yet again. Here are some of the pictures, of course edited with Adobe Photoshop CS. If you want to see the pictures clearly, just click on it to view the original image size.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MDCpeople/IMG_3387_caption_v2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MDCpeople/IMG_3387_caption_v2.jpg" width="200" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The People in White&lt;/strong&gt;: Chino, Roni &amp; me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MDCpeople/IMG_3392_caption_v2.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MDCpeople/IMG_3392_caption_v2.jpg" width="200" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Donna B. and me.. &lt;strong&gt;just fooling around&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So much for that. &lt;strong&gt;I went to CSR with Ayin and Jam&lt;/strong&gt; because I want to see the &lt;strong&gt;Basketball Varsity Try-outs&lt;/strong&gt;. Unfortunately, I wasn't able to see my former teachers since they held a Faculty Meeting. Too bad! But I saw &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Suelto&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Goloy (Nay Nadj!)&lt;/strong&gt;. Nay Nadj's reaction was really hilarious when she saw me. She asked me where I'm studying now, probably because of my uniform and I said &lt;strong&gt;"At MaDocs"&lt;/strong&gt; and she was like &lt;strong&gt;"Yuuck! Bakla!!!"&lt;/strong&gt;. Well, it's affirmative that nothing has changed with Nay-nay. Also, I talked to Chie and so on and so forth. Then, I commuted on my way home. What can I say? &lt;strong&gt;I just love my old school with all my heart&lt;/strong&gt;. I can't explain the way I felt when I was already there, walking through the corridors and seeing the old spots where I used to hang out. It felt weird and at the same time fulfilling to know that I've been a part of that institution. &lt;strong&gt;Hmm, any plans? I wanna go back again next Friday!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/7731227-115107193180105075?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115107193180105075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115107193180105075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115107193180105075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115107193180105075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/fridays-day-i-love.html' title='Friday&apos;s The Day I Love!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MDCpeople/th_IMG_3387_caption_v2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115037201167382368</id><published>2006-06-15T18:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T21:29:05.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day.. High? and the aftermath</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; rather passive due to shock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Mas Que Nada by Sergio Mendes feat. B.E.P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow! I never thought I'd say this but, &lt;strong&gt;I LOVE COLLEGE&lt;/strong&gt;! See? I'm eating up the words I said two months earlier about being pessimistic on my first day but I definitely got ahead of myself and said a few things and what-not. My classes started yesterday and I got up around 4 in the morning just to get dressed. At first, I wasn't really sure if I'll enjoy myself or jump off a cliff later that day but it was okay. I arrived at MaDocs around 6:20 and after 10 minutes of standing outside, Cha suddenly arrived out of nowhere; 30 minutes after that Ayin arrived. We stood outside for a long time and around 7:20, the welcome ceremony started. The student body recited the &lt;strong&gt;"Challenge to Excel"&lt;/strong&gt; as part of the programme and there was an interpretative dance performance. Then, we proceeded to the Atrium for the Morning Prayer and the Flag Ceremony. A few welcome speeches after that and we're off to our classes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;By the way, I belong to &lt;strong&gt;BSN 1-1 (translation: Bachelor of Science in Nursing 1, Block 1).&lt;/strong&gt; Our first period was &lt;strong&gt;Algebra&lt;/strong&gt; with Mr. Macaspac and boy was I &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; shocked to even catch my breath. He started the class by asking us who can prove that 1 plus 1 is equal to 1. When no one could answer it, he gave us a word problem and told us to prove the former on our next meeting. Next was &lt;strong&gt;Logic&lt;/strong&gt;, but the professor didn't come to class. After that, we had &lt;strong&gt;Filipino I&lt;/strong&gt;. My first impression on our professor, Mr. Odal was that he's a &lt;strong&gt;'terror-teacher'&lt;/strong&gt;. But in the end, we found out that he was just &lt;strong&gt;TOO strict&lt;/strong&gt;, but not that horrible. He introduced himself to us, and in turn he encouraged us to introduce ourselves to him and to the class. It was great fun hearing what others have to say about themselves and it really broke the ice. &lt;strong&gt;NSTP &lt;/strong&gt;was up next, but our professor only explained some things about the course subject and gave us a homework.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then it was &lt;strong&gt;BREAK time&lt;/strong&gt;. I went to &lt;strong&gt;Blue Wave&lt;/strong&gt; for lunch with &lt;strong&gt;Rosel and Ronnie&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a really hot Wednesday noon and we walked from school to the place. I went home with a bit of swollen toe fingers. Last period was &lt;strong&gt;English&lt;/strong&gt; and it just didn't satisfy me half as much as the other classes did. It was probably because I wanted to go home so much that I was only half listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was a great day though. &lt;strong&gt;I've met loads of people!&lt;/strong&gt; As of now, I've met loads of great people namely: Rosel (Rovie), Ronnie, Jamie, Lilibeth, Gina, Carla, Rozel, Rhea, Valerie, Kara, Anne, Jojo, Shen, Joy and Donna from my block, John, Daniel, Claudia and Celine from Block 26, Michelle who coincidentally was my former batchmates close friend and so on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier this day, I met &lt;strong&gt;John from Block 26&lt;/strong&gt; and just laughed with the way got to know each other. This is where it started: I went to &lt;strong&gt;SM Mall of Asia with my friend, Donna&lt;/strong&gt;. We were suppose to go Ice Skating but I lost interest in it so we just window-shopped and ate lunch. &lt;strong&gt;I also bought rice cakes for my mom (Aww! How sweet!)&lt;/strong&gt;. After that, I went back to MaDocs and went inside. I got so irritated with my bag that I sat at the floor before turning the corner. Then, I met John. He asked me if I was a freshman and I said yes. He then asked me to what block do I belong and I said: Block 1, and he was like, "Seriously? As in one?". And I said yes. He then asked me of other things and so on and introduced me to his blockmates. Before leaving, he asked if I was a scholar and I said no. He probably doesn't believe me (hehe!). As I waved goodbye, he called out to me saying, "See you some other time, okay?" and then I left. I went to the library to get another research on my Algebra homework and around 2:30, my dad fetched me and I was just so freakin' tired. I entered into a deep stupor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115037201167382368?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115037201167382368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115037201167382368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115037201167382368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115037201167382368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-high-and-aftermath.html' title='First Day.. High? and the aftermath'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115017405749452337</id><published>2006-06-13T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T18:55:01.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Summer That Was</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; REALLY excited but nervous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; First Day High by Kamikazee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really looking forward on my first day in college tomorrow. Basically, I have no idea what I will do first when I get to school. Will I immediately make new friends? Will I again fall asleep during classes? Are there 'weird' professors? Are there bitches in class? And the list can go on without certainty. But right now, I'm going to look back on my what I've accomplished this summer and see if I was able to make my 2 months vacation worthwhile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; Join Meg Magazine's Face Search for 2006.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK:&lt;/strong&gt; It has been my dream to be a cover girl since who-knows-when, and I finally had the chance to be one. As far as I can remember, it was a Sunday morning and I was the third one to get a make-over. I had my hair done by L'Oreal and my make-up by Fasio. I also put on blue contact lenses for the pictorial. It was a really exhilirating moment for me. Everyone involved in that Grand Go-See were really nice and they actually helped me to get relaxed. It's one of the moments that I'll really treasure.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Lose a few more pounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CROSS:&lt;/strong&gt; For the first six weeks, the only thing I was able to do is maintain my weight. But last week was a bit devastating for me. As usual, mom was making her extra-scrumptuous meals three times a day and I ended up adding 2-3 pounds in my weight. It's a good thing that classes will start tomorrow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Go to the gym and go swimming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE CROSS:&lt;/strong&gt; I was really eager to go to the gym this summer, but my parents didn't allow me to do so. It's okay because I know that gym sessions are really price-y and my parents would rather spend the money on college tuition fee rather than gym. About the swimming part, I was the brave one who wanted to go swimming after graduation but I ended up dismissing the thought. For one, I don't want to experience skin discoloration. Geez!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Blog often.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK:&lt;/strong&gt; As you can see, I've been the over-the-top prolific writer this summer. I've been there, done that and you were informed of it. I've had 2 layout changes since April. Yeah, baby!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Buy a new PC.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK:&lt;/strong&gt; This one's in the bank. Mom promised that she will buy me a new PC after graduation. Around the third week of May, she bought me this awesome new PC. We went to PC Express to make sure that the parts are okay. What I like about it is the LCD screen and the 'Surround Sound' Speakers I got which is really cool, especially for a music lover like me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Clean my side of the room.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK:&lt;/strong&gt; Most of you probably don't know I still share the room with my parents and that I clean my side of the room only once a year, and it's every summer season. I hate cleaning my turf because I tend to keep my old stuff lying there, but my 4-hour room cleaning eventually paid off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Fix my Yahoo!Groups.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CHECK:&lt;/strong&gt; After a year of forgetting that my Yahoo!Groups still exists, I was able to do some layout changes last week. Way to go, Faye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Read a book.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HALF-CHECK:&lt;/strong&gt; For the first time in my life, I found it hard to stay in just one corner and read a book. This summer, I didn't buy any good reads as was planned. So, I tried reading Dean Koontz' book again but I haven't finished it yet, and classes is about to start tomorrow. Oh no!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Stop being a couch potato.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CROSS:&lt;/strong&gt; I don't know what's happening to me this summer. Maybe it was because I just wanted to have enough rest to last my whole first year in college. First I had the dreaded "writer's block", and now I can't get my eyes of the television. During the summer season, I've indulged myself watching The Simpsons and South Park. I was also able to catch my favorites: America's Next Top Model and Project Runway. Damn, I am such a couch potato!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Bond with my mom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DOUBLE CHECK&lt;/strong&gt;: Me and my mom are inseparable for the summer. Although I occassionally go out with my friends to catch a movie or do some stuff, me and mom always have the time to catch the latest movies all the time. Ironically, we also have our 'food trips' to go with the movies. Ain't it fun?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE RESULT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;6 tasks were accomplished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3 tasks were thrown in the paper bin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 task was half done.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115017405749452337?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115017405749452337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115017405749452337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115017405749452337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115017405749452337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/summer-that-was.html' title='The Summer That Was'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-115002399269650491</id><published>2006-06-11T18:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T11:52:52.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lead me, will you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; so darn excited-slash-freakin' tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Red Dress by Sugababes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday night, me and my mom went to &lt;strong&gt;Market!Market!&lt;/strong&gt; to watch&lt;strong&gt; TAKE THE LEAD&lt;/strong&gt;. At first, my 'real' intention to watch it was to just get out of the house because I got bored of seeing the same stuff and programs cable television has to offer. So me and my mom had our &lt;strong&gt;"ULTIMATE FOOD TRIP"&lt;/strong&gt; to go with the movie. We went to the grocery and bought &lt;strong&gt;a LOT of food&lt;/strong&gt;. Hmm, let's see: a pack each of Monggo-Pork-Hapon Hopia, drinks, 2 small backs of Pinattsu and 2 small bags of Beef &amp; Chili chips. Then we went to the 4th floor to buy zippers for the crocheted purses mom was making.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="219" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/BLOG/takethelead.jpg" width="150" align="left" border="2" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then we went inside the movie house. As the trailers were being showed, I was too busy rummaging inside the bag full of snacks. About 10 minutes after that, the movie started and I was just got so wrapped up with the storyline that I forgot that we were not the only ones watching that movie. It was &lt;strong&gt;one HOT&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;movie and inspiring too&lt;/strong&gt;. I found myself stomping my feet lightly to the beat and immensely enjoyed every moment of it. At the end of the movie, I found out that it was based on the &lt;strong&gt;true story of Pierre Dulaine&lt;/strong&gt;. It's amazing how he started teaching ballroom dancing during detention, and in turn taught his students more than that: &lt;strong&gt;to trust and respect others and to uphold their dignity&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I must say that this one's a good watch, so if you still haven't seen this film, you better do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-115002399269650491?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/115002399269650491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=115002399269650491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115002399269650491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/115002399269650491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/lead-me-will-you.html' title='lead me, will you?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/BLOG/th_takethelead.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114967674638132340</id><published>2006-06-07T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T18:52:57.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Typical 6/6/06</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; groovin' to the music&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Buttons by The Pussycat Dolls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've heard from the news yesterday that some people actually believe that worst things may happen on the &lt;strong&gt;sixth day of the sixth month of the year 2006&lt;/strong&gt;. Well I'll boldly say that it's so darn &lt;strong&gt;PATHETIC&lt;/strong&gt;. For one, I just got a good scolding from my mom. That's not the end for me, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed align="left" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K95lbxIIaBA" width="150" height="124" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I was browsing through &lt;strong&gt;YouTube&lt;/strong&gt; lazily around 4:30 in the afternoon and came across a lot of weird videos either from Cartman or the SouthPark gang or some crazy people doing celebrity imitations on the Internet. What can I say? &lt;strong&gt;Boredom can make you dumber&lt;/strong&gt;, but I didn't dare watch them because it would just be so wrong. So I ended up watching some SouthPark episodes over YouTube. I gotta tell you - SouthPark ain't lame and stupid; it's just so darn crazy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, right now I'm making my yet-to-be-finished &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR&lt;/strong&gt; construction with my Yahoo!Groups and I'm deleting some old accounts so that I'll keep out those pesky e-mail notices and those stuff. A while ago, I was chatting with &lt;strong&gt;Katleya&lt;/strong&gt; about that darn 'game' that got us hooked. It's about &lt;strong&gt;vampires and dragons&lt;/strong&gt; - that stuff, but it's unlike any online game. You can earn money without doing so much stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you wanna know what I mean, just click the link below and have fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://world2.monstersgame.co.uk/?ac=vid&amp;vid=31053966" target="_blank"&gt;THE BATTLE BETWEEN VAMPIRES &amp;amp; WEREWOLVES&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114967674638132340?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114967674638132340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114967674638132340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114967674638132340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114967674638132340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-typical-6606.html' title='My Typical 6/6/06'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114932995430026484</id><published>2006-06-03T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:48:21.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back In Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; SO high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; my optical mouse - clicking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am so &lt;strong&gt;HIGH&lt;/strong&gt; right now that I can't organize my thoughts, but I'll try to somehow. Okay, last May 31 I watched &lt;strong&gt;Failure to Launch&lt;/strong&gt; with my mom at &lt;strong&gt;G4&lt;/strong&gt;. It was about this guy, &lt;strong&gt;Tripp&lt;/strong&gt; (Matthew McConaughey) who still lives with his parents at the age of 35. So technically, his parents were trying to find a way to have him out of the house to live on his own. Then Tripp met &lt;strong&gt;Paula&lt;/strong&gt; (Sarah Jessica Parker), and so on and so on. I was a pretty hilarious movie, especially the part when Paula's friend &lt;strong&gt;Kit&lt;/strong&gt; (Zooey Deschanel) tried to kill the &lt;strong&gt;mockingbird&lt;/strong&gt; outside her window but ended up trying to save its life ~ gawd! I nearly fell off my seat laughing hard. Then after the show, me and my mom planned to stay to watch the movie parts that we missed. So I went to the restroom to do my stuff and to my surprise, I saw my former classmates there! We ended up starting the movie again sitting just a row behind each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then yesterday was &lt;strong&gt;Lilou's debut&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a simple celebration at their home a few blocks from our home. Some of our old classmates came and we laughed as if we never saw each other for years, although it has only been two months. After eating, we watched &lt;strong&gt;HOUSE OF WAX&lt;/strong&gt; (which I never saw film). Well I misjudged it for what it was and ended up hiding my face behind Hazel's back. While the film was on-going, me and Hazel went to the kitchen to get some food &lt;strong&gt;AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt;. I had this really &lt;strong&gt;WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt; plan of getting two plates, loading the first full of &lt;strong&gt;Lumpiang Shanghai&lt;/strong&gt; and the other with &lt;strong&gt;Lilou's birthday cake (Black Forest)&lt;/strong&gt;. When we went back to our seats, some of them said "Ang sweet n'yo naman!". We just laughed it off. Well what the heck, me and Hazel weren't able to do it before, haven't we?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_3116.jpg" width="200" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_3155.jpg" width="200" border="2" /&gt; &lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_3087.jpg" width="150" border="2" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I'm am &lt;strong&gt;DROWNING&lt;/strong&gt; in &lt;strong&gt;Angela Zhang &amp;amp; Cyndi Wang's pictures&lt;/strong&gt;. I don't know why I suddenly felt this &lt;strong&gt;MAD&lt;/strong&gt; urge to fix my &lt;strong&gt;Yahoo!Groups&lt;/strong&gt;, but I'm still working on it. Well, I'll just post here if the changes are ready. Aside from this, I did some changes with my friendster account last week. You might want to take a peak of it, if you want to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/BLOG/friendster-changes.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="216" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/BLOG/friendster-changes.jpg" width="200" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114932995430026484?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114932995430026484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114932995430026484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114932995430026484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114932995430026484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-back-in-action.html' title='I&apos;m Back In Action'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/BLOG/th_friendster-changes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114883037685016765</id><published>2006-05-28T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T20:40:20.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Really?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; restless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Walang Kadala-dala by Sandwich&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gawd~! The last time I blogged, I was online for 5 hours (until 3 in the morning) and guess what? My mom only allows me to go online for 2 hours a day. Come to think of it, if I'll fix my whole blog it will take me 2 days to finish it.. OH NO! I shouldn't worry though, &lt;strong&gt;I'M SUPER-FAYE&lt;/strong&gt;! (Bet you didn't know that).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, last Saturday morning I went to &lt;strong&gt;MaDocs&lt;/strong&gt; with my mom and dad to pick-up my uniforms. I fitted it when I got home and it was just the right size; not too loose and not too tight either. When I got my uniforms, we ate lunch at &lt;strong&gt;SM Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt;. It was so &lt;strong&gt;freakin' crowded that day&lt;/strong&gt;.. I really do hate &lt;strong&gt;TOO crowded places&lt;/strong&gt;. We ate at &lt;strong&gt;KIMCHI&lt;/strong&gt; and ate the same dish when I went out with Donna last Friday, and yes the &lt;strong&gt;uber spicy Kimchi&lt;/strong&gt; is now one of my favorite side order when I go to Korean Restaurants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/FAYEE/IMG_2968.jpg" align="left" border="2" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, I was probably &lt;strong&gt;TOO FULL&lt;/strong&gt; to function so we decided to examine the place. We went to the ground floor and wandered aimlessly until I spotted my favorite shop, &lt;strong&gt;F&amp;amp;H&lt;/strong&gt;. I went in and tried some outfits. Eventually, my mom was being sweet again and bought me this really nice &lt;strong&gt;brown top&lt;/strong&gt;. Then we went home feeling so tired, especially me since I slept really late the night before. But it was all worth it.. I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;See this picture&lt;/strong&gt;? This was taken a day after I bought the top. It was a really nice top with sequined details at the sides. Sexy but not &lt;strong&gt;TOO&lt;/strong&gt; flirty and definitely not the unusual-me style.. perfect!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114883037685016765?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114883037685016765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114883037685016765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114883037685016765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114883037685016765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/05/oh-really.html' title='Oh Really?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/FAYEE/th_IMG_2968.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114866283835749691</id><published>2006-05-27T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T21:06:55.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew It!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; OVERjoyed then pissed off&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Take My Heart Back by Jennifer Love Hewitt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's really late right now, but I'm still not in the mood to hit the sack. Me and Donna went out yesterday for her &lt;strong&gt;post-birthday bash&lt;/strong&gt;. Her blockmates weren't able to come this time but it was okay. We were outside &lt;strong&gt;Starbucks G4&lt;/strong&gt; getting our hair messed up by the wind just talking about everything. I gave her my gifts there: &lt;strong&gt;a fudge brownie cake, a knitted gadget pouch, a CD full of music and pictures and my letter to her&lt;/strong&gt;. Then around 2 PM we decided to eat lunch at a Korean Restaurant. I cannot believe that she made me eat &lt;strong&gt;KIMCHI&lt;/strong&gt;! Gawd, I don't even eat the Filipino alternatives for Kimchi but it wasn't so bad after all. After that, we went &lt;strong&gt;SHOPPING&lt;/strong&gt;! I bought a top at &lt;strong&gt;People Are People&lt;/strong&gt; while Donna bought her top at &lt;strong&gt;F&amp;H&lt;/strong&gt;. We had &lt;strong&gt;TOO MUCH&lt;/strong&gt; fun while we were at F&amp;amp;H because while Donna was trying out some outfits, I also tried some. We took dressing rooms that faced each other so we can check out our outfits.. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we went back to G4 and watched &lt;strong&gt;X-Men: The Last Stand&lt;/strong&gt;. She was so sweet to treat me a &lt;strong&gt;Vanilla Cream Frap&lt;/strong&gt; before the show ~ aww!Then we went to Timezone but only for a while because it was getting late. Then it was time to go home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As I was going home with my mom, we passed by &lt;strong&gt;Julie's Bakeshop&lt;/strong&gt; - the one owned by our friend &lt;strong&gt;Peter&lt;/strong&gt; and his brother. I was surprised because earlier on, we passed each other at G4 but I thought it wan't him but he was wearing the same red t-shirt! I insisted on passing by without saying hello to him, but my mom waved at him. He went out and greeted us and he was like, "Wow! You've grown up already." I just laughed, being casual then my mom told him, "We haven't seen you lately, maybe you've married." Then he quickly said, "No, I didn't". After that he asked my mom, "&lt;strong&gt;Does she (referring to me) have a boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;?". My mom said, "No." He quickly replied, "&lt;strong&gt;Can I apply&lt;/strong&gt;?" I just looked at him and laugh. Well yeah, he looks really handsome and probably a whole lot better than my EX but.. I dunno. My mom just laughed too and said that I am going to college this semester. He then asked where I'm going to study; I told him that I'll be studying at Manila Doctors. He then said "&lt;strong&gt;As a doctor?&lt;/strong&gt;", I said "&lt;strong&gt;No, as a nursing student&lt;/strong&gt;." THEN he faked a faint spell saying, "&lt;strong&gt;Nurse, can you check my BP?&lt;/strong&gt;". I just laughed at him. He's a really funny guy though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;When we arrived home, I told my mom that I'll wear the top I bought when we drop by Manila Doctors today to pick-up my uniforms. Then I went online.. &lt;strong&gt;THIS&lt;/strong&gt; is were I get a bit pissed off. I checked my friendster account and I saw my EX's page. Then I decided to open his account if the password's still the same. Geez, was I &lt;strong&gt;pissed BUT glad&lt;/strong&gt; that I left that stupid git. I checked his messages and saw that he sent messages to his EX-girlfriends, all saying "&lt;strong&gt;I miss you so much. I still love you&lt;/strong&gt;". I knew it! &lt;strong&gt;Once a two-timer, always a two-timer&lt;/strong&gt;! Then I opened his other account and saw his testimonials and saw Melissa's testimonials for him. When I read everything, I knew that my heart and mind coincided with what I felt for him back then. I left him because I have this feeling that he was cheating right in front of me, and sure enough I got my answers. Melissa is his EX-girlfriend before me, or so he say. He told me he DID broke up with her a long time ago but until now, they're still together. Yes, I think he &lt;strong&gt;DID&lt;/strong&gt; cheat on me and he thought I would &lt;strong&gt;NEVER&lt;/strong&gt; find out about it. Well guess what? He's such a&lt;strong&gt; LOSER&lt;/strong&gt; to think of me as a stupid girl who doesn't know the game he's playing. &lt;strong&gt;I know his kind, and I know that he's the worst of it. &lt;/strong&gt;I don't even care right now if he still checks this blog; I'll get back at him someday.. he'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn! Well &lt;strong&gt;reminders&lt;/strong&gt; to all the ladies out there: &lt;strong&gt;Never fall for a guy who admits to you that he HAS two-timed back then because for sure, he'll do it again even though he promises to you that he won't.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114866283835749691?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114866283835749691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114866283835749691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114866283835749691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114866283835749691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-knew-it.html' title='I Knew It!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114861424476068391</id><published>2006-05-26T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:33:37.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PAR-TY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; restless&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Selfish by Sunset Daze&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Haha! Just got our Internet connection like, 5 minutes ago? It's kind of a bummer yesterday because I wasn't the &lt;strong&gt;FIRST&lt;/strong&gt; one to greet Donna a HAPPY BIRTHDAY (grr, I'm gonna set JR's hair on fire! ~joke). I'm going out with Donna and some of her blockmates later. We'll watch X-Men: The Last Stand (again - to my disdaint); at least she won't leave me outside the movie house with a bag of peanuts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thank God I won't spend the next two weeks of summer drowning in &lt;strong&gt;DULLSVILLE&lt;/strong&gt; now that I can face the computer whenever I please. Haha, gotcha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE:&lt;/strong&gt; Okay Haeja, I got the message. I'll fix your blog tomorrow, okay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114861424476068391?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114861424476068391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114861424476068391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114861424476068391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114861424476068391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/05/par-ty.html' title='PAR-TY!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114846715766194007</id><published>2006-05-24T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T11:21:46.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Techno-Dummy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; frustrated (yet again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Firefly by Bonnie Bailey &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was quite a bummer. Well it started off like this: I got my &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; computer last Saturday and it was the MOST "maluho" thing that I pulled off next to my shopping sprees. I did some experiments with it &lt;strong&gt;YET AGAIN&lt;/strong&gt; just to test it. I got quite a shock yesterday because I transferred all 769 pictures from my other CDs to just one CD - and this is where the &lt;strong&gt;MAJOR disaster&lt;/strong&gt; happened. &lt;strong&gt;I ACCIDENTALLY ERASED THE CD CONTENTS&lt;/strong&gt;! Gawd~! Damn, at least I was able to recover nearly half of it or I would have strangled myself in the process. Oh well, at least the Internet's going to be connected some time next week so I would be able to update this every single day. Not bad, huh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, me &amp;amp; Donna weren't able to go out last Friday so we kinda "planned" a lot for this Friday's party. It's going to be her post-birthday celebration and I do have some trick up my sleeve (if you know what I mean). I feel extremely weird thinking about the outfit that I'm going to wear on that day: &lt;strong&gt;a light red vintage tee, lightly washed jeans and a pair of hot pink Converse and a pink Nike bag&lt;/strong&gt; to put all the stuff that I'm going to show her. It is a bit weird because last year, I also wore an almost all-pink outfit during her birthday. So there, I also plan to buy her a small cake so that she could finally blow a candle for her birthday - well she actually expected something about this. She played this 'fill-in-the-blanks' game with me last week about the cake and it was: Si __ na may hawak na cake. Hmm, I wasn't sure who to put in the blank. A guy perhaps? Nah! I'll have it &lt;strong&gt;MY &lt;/strong&gt;way. Si Faye na may hawak na cake. Now that's much better!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before I end this one, just wanna say that&lt;strong&gt; X-MEN: THE LAST STAND&lt;/strong&gt; is a great movie! Damn! I hope I wouldn't watch it all over again with Donna this Friday, or I might spill out the details to her beforehand. Well, it's worthy to be watched a second time though.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114846715766194007?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114846715766194007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114846715766194007' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114846715766194007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114846715766194007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/05/techno-dummy.html' title='The Techno-Dummy'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114768937185905420</id><published>2006-05-15T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:24:59.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm So Ready!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: SUPER happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Jeepney by Spongecola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Damn! It's been quite a while since I last blogged. Well a lot has happened since - I attended the &lt;strong&gt;Freshmen Orientation at Manila Doctors College&lt;/strong&gt; last May 6. It didn't actually turn out to be what I expect but it was okay. To tell you the truth, I felt like I was shoved back at CSR because everything's just as it is - the rules, the environment and other organizations. At least I won't get much culture shock on my first day, I better see that for myself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After the orientation, I ordered uniforms - a &lt;strong&gt;lot of whites&lt;/strong&gt;! I even bought a lot of white undergarments a few days after that; and you wouldn't believe how much money I've spent on those things. &lt;strong&gt;HOT news&lt;/strong&gt;: I got my own pair of &lt;strong&gt;hot pink Converse chucks&lt;/strong&gt;!! And yes, I'm only going to use it for P.E. in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow! I'm really looking forward to my first day of classes on June 13. Well at least it won't be long though. But first, I want to watch Da Vinci Code on May 19 with Donna. We already planned it a month before; it's going to be her last "gimmick" with me before she starts at DLSU. &lt;strong&gt;Take note&lt;/strong&gt;: We planned another dress code for the 19th - it's going to be &lt;strong&gt;CONVERSE CHUCKS day&lt;/strong&gt;. Yup, I want to wear my new sneakers at least once before classes start and it's UNusually me to wear sneakers. I still feel weird thinking about it though, but at least it's in my favorite color.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before I forget, me and Donna will go out on the 19th for her pre-birthday celebration; and yes there IS a post-birthday celebration too! I'm &lt;strong&gt;UBER dreamy&lt;/strong&gt; of the Animo shirt she's going to give me (go La Salle!). See? We love each other that much! Hmm.. I wonder what I'm going to give for her?? I'll be able to pull it up anyway. Last thought, I wonder where Agang is? I haven't heard from her for 3 weeks. Well, belated 14 though. I really miss her; and Haeja - I know I still owe you something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114768937185905420?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114768937185905420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114768937185905420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114768937185905420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114768937185905420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-so-ready.html' title='I&apos;m So Ready!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114594882747613520</id><published>2006-04-25T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:23:05.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ARTiSTA!.. ako?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: crappy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: DVDX by Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I was out with Donna and Diane (movie buddies?). We watched&lt;strong&gt; Just Friends&lt;/strong&gt; instead of Silent Hill. I cannot believe that Anna Faris looked like Ashlee Simpson in that movie, more like a biatch.. haha! Then we went to Timezone and got Donna addicted to Drum Mania. Yup, I did the craziest things that day. I wore this long blue tube top and capri pants with matching silver bag and flip-flops - the typical &lt;strong&gt;ALMOST&lt;/strong&gt; beach bum outfit. Until now, I can't get over how I managed to play rounds of DDR at Timezone when I'm so in doubt of my foot coordination, well at least I got to play Basketball and Drum Mania.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hay, to think that I've done all the crazy things that day doesn't mean it would end like that. Ito na yung pinaka: After the movie, me and Donna went to the Restroom 'coz it was so freaking cold inside the movie house. You know the restroom beside Wendy's at G4.. the one with a lot of payphones? When we passed by, there were two guys fixing the payphones and I nearly burst out laughing 'coz of what they said. The one said, &lt;strong&gt;"Pare, artista o!"&lt;/strong&gt;. Then the other said, &lt;strong&gt;"Hindi kaya!"&lt;/strong&gt;. But the other insisted saying , &lt;strong&gt;"Oo kaya!"&lt;/strong&gt;. Me and Donna looked at each other and her immediate reaction was, "Sabi ko sa'yo Faye eh! Ako nga yung magtatayo ng fans club mo!". Ewan ko sa inyo! It was flattering though, the fact that someone can actually mistake you to be an artista. Bwahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I'll just post some of our pics next time. Sadly, Diane wasn't included in the pictures 'coz she was wandering off inside Rustan's U. In short, cam-whoring session pictures yun - tsk tsk..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114594882747613520?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114594882747613520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114594882747613520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114594882747613520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114594882747613520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/04/artista-ako.html' title='ARTiSTA!.. ako?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114552093498117500</id><published>2006-04-20T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:05:43.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ano ang CLASS CARD?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Back to the Time (Yuan Dian) by 5566&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This morning, I went to MaDocs with my parents to get my class card. Uhmm, what the hell is a &lt;strong&gt;CLASS CARD&lt;/strong&gt; anyway? Syempre wala akong kaalam-alam. The only thing that runs through my head while I was there was, 'Can someone get me a book entitled &lt;strong&gt;CLASS CARD FOR DUMMIES&lt;/strong&gt;?'. Grabe! Ang clueless ko. Tsk, tsk. Ironically, every procedure was written at the back of my subjects. Damn! I felt like my world shattered into pieces. Okay, once again I let my cluelessness get a hold of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I can't think of anything but the first day of my college life. I was startled when I was told that my schedule will be posted on the first day of classes. Hala! Paano pag naligaw ako sa campus or ma-late ako sa first class ko?? Grabe, a lot of thoughts crossed my mind already. Well, I still got a lot of weeks to hold myself in one piece and focus on things. Haha!&lt;strong&gt; June 13 pa pasok ko; malas ang mga tri-sem!.. Joke!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm glad that Donna and Diane are okay again. Alam ko namang it was just the typical 'tampo thingamajig' eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One mission left&lt;/strong&gt;: Panindigan ang pagiging beach-bum-na-naligaw-sa-mall outfit ko on the 24. Hmm, sounds like fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114552093498117500?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114552093498117500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114552093498117500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114552093498117500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114552093498117500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/04/ano-ang-class-card.html' title='ano ang CLASS CARD?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114510470102096098</id><published>2006-04-15T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T20:38:21.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COUCH POTATO</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; longing for night-outs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Alapaap by 6 Cycle Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Crap! S**t!!? I hate being stuck at home so much that going to college seemed a very enchanting thought right now. Starting a few days ago, I'm officially a &lt;strong&gt;COUCH POTATO&lt;/strong&gt; for this summer.. well aside from a few occassions where I'm able to wake up at 5 o' clock in the morning to go jogging then play BADminton with my dad (translation: I vent all my angst in this game).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I kinda envy my friends 'coz some of them already spent a few days or so in some place that doens't spell &lt;strong&gt;H-O-U-S-E&lt;/strong&gt;. It was enlightening though that some of my friends are stuck at home too. Well, Jazer called me up this afternoon to say hi and to share some 'hot gossip'. Haha! Then I called Agang to check if she's still alive or already devoured by the monster that is her bed. I breathed a sigh of relief that I've heard from her that she's still alive and currently addicted to DotA (THAT game, duh?). Damn. I wish my parents will buy me the computer set already (patience is a virtue). Crap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I'm REALLY excited for what's going to happen on the 24th. I'll be watching &lt;strong&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/strong&gt; with Donna and her friend, JR. Hmm.. well three's a crowd, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I'll get my ass back when I have some gossip burning to get posted here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Auf wierdesehen!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114510470102096098?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114510470102096098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114510470102096098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114510470102096098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114510470102096098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/04/couch-potato.html' title='COUCH POTATO'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114440670333646844</id><published>2006-04-07T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T18:49:44.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation!!! bloopers included :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: SUPER bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: First of Summer by Urbandub&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last 03/28 was our graduation. Hay, no goodbyes there! Teka, the low-down: feel na feel ko pang ga-graduate ako eh. I didn't realize that I was running late.. as in &lt;strong&gt;LATE&lt;/strong&gt; nanaman. Ano ba yan, lagi talagang late! (consistent?). Well Agang called me around 1 in the afternoon - I just had my shower then. Sabi ba naman niya sa'kin, "Good luck sa'yo. Isang oras na lang hindi ka pa rin ayos. Ewan!". Buti na lang nung dumating ako sa school, our class haven't marched yet (whew!). At least I'm not the very &lt;em&gt;'early bird'&lt;/em&gt; that day (hehe.. late si Lilou! Nagpa-dye pa kasi ng hair eh!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, we had the mass first. Grabe, everyone was so ready for graduation - and I'm the total opposite of things. Lahat sila todo make-up and hair pa! Ako? Well, let's just say mas &lt;strong&gt;SABOG&lt;/strong&gt; ako - and it's just so not me (akalain mo un? mas ayos pa si Melai sa'kin!). Hay, everyone was irritatingly conscious of what they're doing.. FOR THE FIRST TIME IN THEIR LIVES! Ako.. trash ulit! Muntik pa ako makatulog nung Homily. Wait! &lt;strong&gt;FYI&lt;/strong&gt;: Ang lamig ng Audi that day.. buti naman! Okay, then the Commencement Exercises followed..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eto na! We were declared graduates.. blah blah blah! Daming bloopers. Back when we had our graduation practice, Sr. Arille unintendedly stated "These 170 graduates.." but there were only 117 of us. So we got all confused during the graduation because so as not to repeat that error (siguro), she omitted saying the number of graduates. So lahat ng coordinators sa stage, nag-mime na para sabihing tumayo kaming lahat! (gulo talaga!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, we just sat there and waited eagerly to get our diplomas.&lt;strong&gt; FYI&lt;/strong&gt; again: I got the &lt;strong&gt;PERFORMING ARTS AWARD for ACTING&lt;/strong&gt; that I so darn prayed for! (woah!) Grabe, all I could think of at that time when Mrs. Cruz announced my name was "Go up the stage then go down.." - parang absent-minded pa ako (kulit kasi ni Agang at Jazer eh!). When I passed by the aisle where I was seated, MUNTIK pa akong mapatid ng paa ni Chatty (ewan ko sa'yo!). Syempre sabay hatak pa nila nung certificate ko di'ba? So parang ako pa yung huling bumasa..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ang PINAKA-SUPER (hehe, redundant?) that day was MELAI! She bagged almost every single award there is except for a few - kulang na lang umupo siya sa tabi ni Mrs. Abelarde para 'di siya akyat-baba sa stage. Then, there was Idol's flash presentation of the graduates (amazing!). Grabe, we got our diplomas then recited the graduation promise and viewed the flash presentation of the batch made by Idol (ulit). Grabe, sagana sa pictures yung flash! And to our surprise, the white roses they gave us when we got our diplomas were to be given to our parents pala. Hmm.. bakit kaya wala kaming kaalam-alam dito? *taas kilay* Anyway, while the presentation's being played, we all gave it to our parents (aba! Hindi nagkagulo?). Then we sang our hearts (and lungs) out for our school's hymn.. and sing! &lt;strong&gt;"SALVE, SALVE COLEGIO QUERIDO!&lt;/strong&gt;!!" (lakas!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm sure gonna miss that day.. kaso sana hindi ako na-late, 'di ba? *nostalgia ulit*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114440670333646844?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114440670333646844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114440670333646844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114440670333646844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114440670333646844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/04/graduation-bloopers-included.html' title='graduation!!! bloopers included :)'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114302028293196607</id><published>2006-03-22T17:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T18:51:53.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER is in!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: nauseous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Pink Life by Gyskard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's in alright. I woke up around 9:30 in the morning with allergies all over my shoulders. Gawd! Maybe it was because of the chicken I ate last night, or the oddly cool-night-wind-on-a-summer-time. Anyway, I met up with my classmates &lt;em&gt;Maia and Edz&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;PowerPlant&lt;/strong&gt; around 11:30 to eat lunch. I know, I was late `coz I waited for my dad to fetch me at home and I ate my lunch already at home. I just ate a &lt;em&gt;hot fudge sundae&lt;/em&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;McDonald's&lt;/strong&gt; (yummy!). Well, it's been my 'daily goal' to eat ice cream ever since last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we headed off to school for our graduation practice. Admit it, it was kinda boring but it's the last anyway so I'll just endure it for a couple of days. Then, I went home. This week's not a very good week for me. It's even giving me a sort-of 'briefing' on my college life. &lt;strong&gt;Take note&lt;/strong&gt;: I just broke up with my BF - don't mess with me. We didn't even last for a month.. talk about a short-term relationship!! We'll I'm doing fine, really! My friends know that much of course. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Enough of that already! A few days ago, I came up with a list of the things that I wanted to do this summer - so I won't be a couch potato for 2 months. Here it goes:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Join MEG's Face Search&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Theatre work&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be my dad's 'Executive Assistant'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go swimming 3 times a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Go to the gym twice a week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Pretty tight list, huh? I want to shape up this summer so I can have my modeling career (grabe na `to!). But seriously, I wanted to have a modeling contract to be an image model or whatever. I know I have what it takes, right?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114302028293196607?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114302028293196607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114302028293196607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114302028293196607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114302028293196607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-is-in.html' title='SUMMER is in!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114294338653144796</id><published>2006-03-21T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:29:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SPOiLER!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: bored &amp;amp; confused&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Toll Gate by Hale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As promised, eto na ung mga pics ko from last week pa. Sige, magku-kwento na rin ako. Grabe talaga ung finals week namin. I was even surprised that my &lt;strong&gt;'study schedule'&lt;/strong&gt; worked.. finally!! For 3 days, I slept around 5 in the afternoon until 10 in the evening. Study after a few minutes, then sleep around 4 in the morning and wake up again at 5:30. Grabe, ang gulo di'ba? But it was worth it. I got exempted in our Eco exams because of our report in the &lt;strong&gt;'Financial Sector'&lt;/strong&gt; - good for me kasi I didn't study for it. Nung last day ng exams (Saturday), I brought my camera with me kasi later that day I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;Majal's birthday blow-out&lt;/strong&gt; (swimming!). Basta, eto ung mga pictures. Bahala na - medyo magulo kasi bangag kaming lahat..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2056.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2122.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2127.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now, ung mga pictures when we were at the resort..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2144.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2147.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2148.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then last Friday, I went to&lt;strong&gt; PowerPlant&lt;/strong&gt; with Hazel and Andrea. This were our pics when we were at PeopleArePeople. Grabe, pati mirror - pinag-tripan namin!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2250.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="150" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2245.jpg" width="200" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2249.jpg" width="150" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyways, daming moments namin! Di ko ma-take (chuva!). Now, I'll post some of pics after my &lt;strong&gt;Meg Face Search&lt;/strong&gt; pictorial (syempre i love myself nanaman!). Hope you can handle my narcissistic ways, bitch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MEGpictorial/IMG_2360.jpg" width="150" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MEGpictorial/IMG_2330.jpg" width="150" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MEGpictorial/IMG_2303.jpg" width="150" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;img height="200" src="http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MEGpictorial/IMG_2299.jpg" width="150" border="2" bordercolor="#ffffff" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114294338653144796?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114294338653144796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114294338653144796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114294338653144796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114294338653144796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/03/spoiler.html' title='SPOiLER!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/MEGpictorial/th_IMG_2360.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114285344227359158</id><published>2006-03-20T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:45:03.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unwinding 7 CRAZY days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: numb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: JianAo by TonySun &amp; CyndiWang (over and over again)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still a bit hung-up of my past week's gimmicks. Nung &lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;, I watched &lt;em&gt;Underclassman &lt;/em&gt;with some people.. basta! Then on &lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;, I went to PowerPlant with Agang, Jazer, Jam and Kepe. Grabeng trip yun! We even collected coins just to buy a large fries from KFC. Nice one! Around &lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;, I accompanied Agang to PowerPlant (again). Wala lang, we just went window-shopping. We were even planning to buy matching shirts (!!!). Last &lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;, me and Chatty went to Timezone at G4 and played for 2 hours and ate nothing but ice cream.&lt;strong&gt; Friday&lt;/strong&gt; naman, I watched &lt;em&gt;She's The Man&lt;/em&gt; at PowerPlant with Chatty, Andrea and Hazel. I was just simply glad I was there `coz Andrea paid for my ticket (what a free-loader!). This is the catch, when Chatty went home, the three of us went to Powerbowl and tried the Billiards. We suck at it big-time! I just drank Cali Shandy there - but I drank it in less than 5 minutes that's why I got a bit tipsy (shit!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought my 'gimmick' days are over. But around Saturday, I watched a movie (again) with Donna, her cousin Mark and Diane. We actually planned to watch &lt;strong&gt;Date Movie&lt;/strong&gt; but it was R-18 (kainis!) so we had no choice but to watch &lt;strong&gt;Yours, Mine &amp;amp; Ours&lt;/strong&gt;. It was a nice movie, though minus the fact that we didn't plan to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then &lt;strong&gt;yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;, me and my mom went to &lt;strong&gt;Meg's Go-See Weekend&lt;/strong&gt; at G3. Yup, you've read it right. I joined &lt;strong&gt;Meg's Face Search&lt;/strong&gt; for this year. I was so excited when I went there. I got my make-up done by &lt;em&gt;Fasio&lt;/em&gt; and my hair by &lt;em&gt;L'Oreal&lt;/em&gt;. I even got surprised because when I looked at the one who got ahead of me, I thought her make-up was awful `coz the make-up artist didn't even made an effort to glam her up. But it was a totally different story with me. Feel ko nga people were staring at me `coz I looked like I stepped out of a cover of a magazine (joke!). Seriously, I looked like an elite girl who attended her graduation ball in the morning. It was so cool! I even wore blue contact lenses for the photo shoot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, crazy week di'ba? I'll post my photo shoot pictures tomorrow..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wait, I forgot to mention this. Channing Tatum and Drake Bell are soooo hot! I still don't understand why 2 out of the 3 movies I've watched the past week have these guys. Yup, I nearly died while watching.. CHiLL!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114285344227359158?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114285344227359158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114285344227359158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114285344227359158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114285344227359158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/03/unwinding-7-crazy-days.html' title='unwinding 7 CRAZY days'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114242511275250531</id><published>2006-03-15T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:36:17.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bye-bye na?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: numb (`coz it's too freaking cold in here!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: With A Smile by South Border &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hay.. this day is really weird! -Not to mention &lt;strong&gt;sweltering HOT&lt;/strong&gt;! I really gotta accept the fact that it's summer already and it's letting its presence felt. Anyway, we had our song practice for our graduation. It was kinda boring, but I got a bit pissed off with some people who are being sarcastic and those who were &lt;strong&gt;'disrespectful'&lt;/strong&gt; while inside the chapel where we stayed. Can't do anything about it though, can I?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then after the practice - around 3 in the afternoon, I was supposed to go to &lt;strong&gt;PowerPlant&lt;/strong&gt; with &lt;strong&gt;Chatty&lt;/strong&gt;. Unfortunately, she lost interest in it. So, kami nanaman ni Agang ang magkasama.. tsk tsk (grabe na `to!). We just window-shopped there. We ate fries while walking. Then as we were about to part ways (talaga lang ha?), some of our classmates spotted us doing down the escalator.. inasar pa kami mouthing "date?" (referring to us). Syempre, wala lang. Chill lang kami! We got used to their jokes and everything. We just laughed at it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Netopia Parksquare&lt;/strong&gt;. Wala lang, nanggulo lang kay Chatty while she was playing Ragnarok. I just told her parts of my mis-adventures for the day while eating ice cream (yum yum!). Right now, nasa &lt;strong&gt;Netopia Market-Market&lt;/strong&gt; naman ako. My sanctuary before going home. Hay.. it's so freaking cold in here!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll just write here quotes that my classmates sent me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from: &lt;em&gt;Chatty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;^as we go on, we remember. ol d tyms we had 2gedr. nd as our lyvs chanj comme whatevr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we wl stl b FRIENDS FOREVER^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;.. wlang limutan! il mz u guys!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I might not be the best person&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in the world for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I'm glad we've shared all these years together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tnx for ol the memories.. ~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;from: &lt;em&gt;Lilou&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We bridge distance with text messages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Still, we know it fails to fill the space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I hope ours isn't just an exchange of text messages..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but keeping the friendship forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Misu adrita!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114242511275250531?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114242511275250531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114242511275250531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114242511275250531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114242511275250531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/03/bye-bye-na.html' title='Bye-bye na?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114233454141454850</id><published>2006-03-14T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:34:47.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SWiMMiNG lessons, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: really panicky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; my 'thought machine'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wooah! I know that this happened last Friday pa.. but don't get me wrong `coz that day was unforgettable for me. So we had our last day of exams in the morning then I sat at the chair near the &lt;strong&gt;3rd gate of our school&lt;/strong&gt; (the one near Cake Ave). I forgot to take my lunch kasi walang food sa canteen.. kainis! So I had no choice but to eat that 'uber sweet' chocolate cake sa Cake Ave. for lunch. I was talking on the phone with Alex at that time and I was soooo bored. Well, waiting for my classmate was painstackingly tiring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 12:30 in the afternoon, my parents arrived `coz they'll be accompanying me to Laguna. They drove to &lt;strong&gt;The Fort&lt;/strong&gt; to buy me lunch (at last, &lt;strong&gt;REAL FOOD&lt;/strong&gt;!). Around 2, we left for Laguna (yehey!). Grabe, while at the car I was too damn bored so I had my little 'sound trip' moment back there. I listened to Narda (Kamikazee), Pump It (BEP), Underneath It All (NoDoubt), Nobela (JoinTheClub) and Ever After (BonnieBailey). After that, I just fell asleep I guess. I woke up when we were already at the resort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saya, we went to see the &lt;strong&gt;nearby lake&lt;/strong&gt;. Nagmo-moment si Ms. Ramirez with us.. grabe na `to! Then around 5 in the afternoon, nag-swimming na kami. Okay, you'll probably say that it's weird but.. I really don't know how to swim! At least Riqi was there to teach us (pati si Melai din naman eh!). Anyways, that night was really unforgettable. I got &lt;strong&gt;free swimming lessons&lt;/strong&gt; (natuto naman ako no!) and it was fun being with my friends (kung sino-sino kayo.. you know who you are!). They even told me to sing before I go.. eh puro old-school songs ung nasa karaoke. So in the end, I just sang &lt;strong&gt;'Til They Take My Heart Away'&lt;/strong&gt; (ung lumang version na mabagal!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw.. Majal.. belated.. saya ng blow-out mo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114233454141454850?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114233454141454850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114233454141454850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114233454141454850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114233454141454850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/03/swimming-lessons-anyone.html' title='SWiMMiNG lessons, anyone?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114198407265608517</id><published>2006-03-10T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:31:54.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PANiC,, now na!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood&lt;/strong&gt;: excited (!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to&lt;/strong&gt;: Natalie feat. Justin Romano - Where Are You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously now, grabe last Monday (03/06) I submitted our Flash project. I was &lt;strong&gt;TOO excited&lt;/strong&gt; present it to the class at the Comp.Sci lab (as in!). So my teacher told me to present me and Jazer's project first. Shocks! All of my classmates were &lt;strong&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/strong&gt; paying attention to our presentation (btw - it's a Valentines Presentation). OMG talaga! I was too overwhelmed and the same time too shy. I couldn't even stand straight - so I sat down and leaned over the wall. Our presentation was probably one of the &lt;strong&gt;'endangered Valentines Presentation'&lt;/strong&gt; coz almost everyone did the 'graduation thingy' or whatever nostalgic things for our class or our batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so much for that. I've been getting barely enough sleep for the past four days.. and still going. Well I've given all my time and effort for my &lt;strong&gt;last Final Exams&lt;/strong&gt; as a &lt;strong&gt;SENiOR&lt;/strong&gt;.. hay,, nostalgic moments talaga! My schedule was pretty hectic, my parents think it's unhealthy - - I would sleep around 6 in the evening, wake up at 10 in the evening to review for the finals, sleep at around 4:30 in the morning and wake up again at 5:30 in the morning to get ready for school. Yup, it's been pretty much the same for the past days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess what?? I indicated at the top that my mood right now is 'excited'.. I haven't even studied for our exams tomorrow (Economics and Maths). Wanna know why? I'm just so &lt;strong&gt;FREAKiNG EXCiTED&lt;/strong&gt; for tomorrow. No, it's not the exams and not the Thesis defense either - - it's my classmates birthday blow-out at Laguna. Woooohhhh!!! Swimming!!!!! Grabe, probably I went overboard with it that I even bought a new tankini yesterday.. haha! Wait, I'll just make it clear that I'll be somewhat covering myself up.. don't worry! *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I think I'll be packing a lot for tomorrow when I get home.. grabe hectic talaga sked ko! Oh well, I shouldn't miss these things.. mami-miss ko rin `to when I go to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just post pics some other time, ayt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114198407265608517?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114198407265608517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114198407265608517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114198407265608517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114198407265608517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/03/panic-now-na.html' title='PANiC,, now na!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114156232235057829</id><published>2006-03-05T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:30:23.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days??!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; stressed-out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Sugod by Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wew! These past &lt;strong&gt;THREE days&lt;/strong&gt; are the busiest days I've ever had in my entire life (so far).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, our class had our &lt;strong&gt;Immersion at Laguna&lt;/strong&gt;. Grabe! grabe na lang talaga! It was such a stressful day. Basta, I cooked our food - hindi pa stove gamit namin. I washed the dishes - manual labor pa yung method. I took care of a 6-month old kid - at least not much. Hay! At least may moments pa naman kami.. nanglibre si Pampie ng Pinipig Icedrop, I ate bread with cheese inside and coated with sugar - ung binibenta ng classmates ko (probably from their adopted families) and nagtripping with Edz.. si Jhay kasi eh - nawawala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then yesterday, I was at Jazer's place to do our &lt;strong&gt;Flash project&lt;/strong&gt;. Grabe rin! from 4 - 11 nandun ako. Dun na ako nag-merienda, nag-dinner.. kulang na lang overnight ako dun eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now.. hmm. Just came from &lt;strong&gt;Jazer's place ULIT&lt;/strong&gt;! Finally, tapos na ung project namin sa Flash. Ang ganda! (a bit proud right here..) E pano ba naman, &lt;strong&gt;first Flash presentation&lt;/strong&gt; kong matino un.. more reasons to be proud of my work. Haha! Grabe, sige later na lang.. I'll post some pics on my next visit (baka patayin na ako ng daddy ko!). Ciao!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114156232235057829?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114156232235057829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114156232235057829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114156232235057829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114156232235057829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/03/3-days.html' title='3 days??!'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114102999752984465</id><published>2006-02-27T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:28:26.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Messages via SUN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; laid-back (as if!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Beep by Black Eyed Peas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, I watched some parts of &lt;strong&gt;MTV's 'Tayo na Ba?' - Love and Sex Decoded&lt;/strong&gt;. It's weird, all I can remember was the part when a guy said that there are two types of &lt;em&gt;players. &lt;/em&gt;The first is the player who usually says all the sweet stuff he could tell a girl like 'i love you so much', 'you mean the world to me' and 'i can't live without you'. The second is the player who likes to be with a girl but doesn't want to have any commitments. Wala lang. Sharing ko lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Around 7:57 in the evening, I received a text message from my friend. I hate it when my batchmates would send this kind of GM. It says..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Friends forever comes to end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We grow, we shared, we loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now we have to say goodbye&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coz HIGHSCHOOL LIFE, as we all know,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is OVER...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good luck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SENIORS'05-06&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;now signing off&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I got a bit sad after reading this one. Well, konti na lang ang panahon. 3 weeks? Sana everything's gonna be just fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After that one, I received a chain text message from my classmate, saying:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;January 23&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pacman's victory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after 13 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ultra stampede&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after 13 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;February 17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;southern leyte landslide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;after 13 days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;March 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;please pray!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pakikalat...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, eventually I did spread the message by sending it to other &lt;strong&gt;SUN users&lt;/strong&gt;. After 5 minutes, my classmate replied. This one really got me..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Message Received&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jennel:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;March 2. Birthday ng ate ko yan eh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pinabasa ko sa kanya. Sabi niya sabihin ko sa'yo..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Geez! Akala ko pa naman it was something terrible! Talk about hitting the punchline!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Right now, I'm here at the Internet Cafe.. blogging as usual. Pumunta ako sa school 2 hours ago to get some things. OMG! Daming tests tomorrow. Dapat kasi may pasok ngayon eh! Good luck na lang bukas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114102999752984465?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114102999752984465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114102999752984465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114102999752984465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114102999752984465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/02/messages-via-sun.html' title='Messages via SUN'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731227.post-114093607175463615</id><published>2006-02-26T14:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T01:26:43.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a saturday night-out?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mood:&lt;/strong&gt; exhausted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Spolarium by Imago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and my mom went to &lt;strong&gt;Manila Doctors College&lt;/strong&gt; to enroll for the &lt;strong&gt;First Semester of my Freshmen Year&lt;/strong&gt; there to avoid the tuition fee increase. I enrolled there together with my classmate &lt;strong&gt;Ayin&lt;/strong&gt;. I found it a bit hard imagining myself being in college. Hmmm.. I wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived there 10 minutes past 8 o'clock. Thank god there was no line or I would have killed myself. Well, actually I was a bit hesitant at first to be in that school, but I have no choice otherwise (my parents would strangle me if I don't).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had the Registration Forms in the hand and started scribbling away. It took me so long writing the same stuff all over again that I don't know what I'm writing anymore. Then, Ayin approached me and told me to look at the back and to my horror, there were still a lot of spaces to be filled up. Uuugghhh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that, at least the sort-of '&lt;strong&gt;interview&lt;/strong&gt;' was light. Me and Ayin were just laughing our heads off at the questionnaires they handed out. There were things like 'the need to cope with the life of a married student' to 'rest and relaxation' and 'sex and human sexuality'. Geez! Give me a break!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, me and my mom hitched a ride with Ayin and her dad. Me and mom went to &lt;strong&gt;G4&lt;/strong&gt; to buy the &lt;strong&gt;NIKE BAG&lt;/strong&gt; she promised me that she'll buy after the enrollment. Haha. It was really cute. Adorable. Lovely. Then, we watched a movie (&lt;strong&gt;Big Momma's House 2&lt;/strong&gt;). Around 4 in the afternoon, we were already at &lt;strong&gt;Market! Market!&lt;/strong&gt; waiting for my dad, my older brother and my grandma to go there for a family dinner. We ate at &lt;strong&gt;Kenny Roger's&lt;/strong&gt; then I had this mad urge to buy a skirt. So my dad, against his will, accompanied me to my 'mad shopping routine'. Eventually, I was able to find a cute one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at home around 8:30 in the evening. Pretty hectic, huh? Well, that was it for my 12 and a half hours of not being at home, at least I'm not sulking at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7731227-114093607175463615?l=iamxiafeng.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/feeds/114093607175463615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7731227&amp;postID=114093607175463615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114093607175463615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7731227/posts/default/114093607175463615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://iamxiafeng.blogspot.com/2006/02/saturday-night-out.html' title='a saturday night-out?'/><author><name>FAYEE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12595460617858803861</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://i70.photobucket.com/albums/i106/iamfayee/IMG_2821.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
