<?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-6693272358777489184</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:33:35.400+08:00</updated><category term='dark'/><category term='animes'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='addicted'/><category term='domination'/><category term='so'/><category term='4'/><category term='basketball'/><category term='death'/><category term='blogspot'/><category term='light'/><category term='knight'/><category term='taste'/><category term='new'/><category term='addict'/><category term='service'/><category term='requirement'/><category term='ais'/><category term='required'/><category term='regrets'/><category term='make'/><category term='lawliet'/><category term='tigers'/><category term='salon'/><category term='favorite'/><category term='not'/><category term='e-mail'/><category term='much'/><category term='video'/><category term='email'/><category term='the'/><category term='joker'/><category term='makeover'/><category term='overview'/><category term='politicians'/><category term='generals'/><category term='bad'/><category term='in'/><category term='senior'/><category term='ryuk'/><category term='june'/><category term='maybe'/><category term='hate'/><category term='school'/><category term='game'/><category term='err'/><category term='reaction'/><category term='plan'/><category term='power'/><category term='fun'/><category term='hmm'/><category term='nice'/><category term='buds'/><category term='mail'/><category term='strange'/><category term='eac'/><category term='apple'/><category term='quote'/><category term='it'/><category term='memories'/><category term='picture'/><category term='biology'/><category term='yagami'/><category term='one'/><category term='computer'/><category term='iced'/><category term='script'/><category term='ust'/><category term='age'/><category term='feeling'/><category term='l'/><category term='me'/><category term='spoon'/><category term='july'/><category term='whew'/><category term='note'/><category term='politics'/><category term='experience'/><category term='world'/><category term='first'/><category term='bluff'/><category term='spicy'/><category term='blog'/><category term='position'/><category term='life'/><category term='time'/><category term='over'/><category term='day'/><category term='1'/><category term='food'/><category term='juicy'/><category term='anime'/><category term='quotes'/><category term='hot'/><category term='tea'/><category term='human'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>my youniverse.</title><subtitle type='html'>entangled ideas in my mind. ♥ memorable moments to be righfully shared. ♫</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>69</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-3666016172302910967</id><published>2011-12-24T19:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T19:17:19.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We. All.</title><content type='html'>Only hours left before Christmas day! Been waiting for this day since last Christmas! :)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think it's common for people to wish for material gifts, and monetary gifts. After all, Christmas is a time for giving, and receiving. But all in all, I wish for my family to be happy. Nothing else. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy birthday, baby Jesus! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God bless everybody! :&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frances Anne A. Castillo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3666016172302910967?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3666016172302910967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3666016172302910967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3666016172302910967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/we-all.html' title='We. All.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-939070428674859963</id><published>2011-12-23T21:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:28:08.209+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YES. Simply MISSED.</title><content type='html'>There are some people that you just simply miss. Some people that makes you a poet when they're not around, but makes you a clown when in front of them. Some people that thinks about things more than you on the outside, but really thinks about you inside. Some people that makes you realize how important and short our life is.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I miss those people. Plenty to tell each. They're in my mind, in my heart, and in my soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-939070428674859963?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/939070428674859963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-simply-missed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/939070428674859963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/939070428674859963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/yes-simply-missed.html' title='YES. Simply MISSED.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-3020662312265373719</id><published>2011-12-19T13:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:45:28.511+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maligayang Pasko. Merry Christmas. Feliz Navidad. Joyeux Noel. Frohe Weichnachten. Selamat hari raya Krismas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday, Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;#onthe25th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3020662312265373719?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3020662312265373719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/maligayang-pasko.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3020662312265373719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3020662312265373719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/maligayang-pasko.html' title=''/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-7037125077512043628</id><published>2011-12-19T13:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T13:37:22.881+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't know, actually.</title><content type='html'>I felt that need to move on. I felt every breath that a perplexed person has to breathe. I felt every yes and no in rhetorical questions needed to be answered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the big question is this: even feeling them, why still do things I know I will regret for on the future, or holding on when I really needed to move on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My big answer: I don't know. Maybe true love exists, but there's still a word for ignorance, and innocence for a person like me. I don't know. Yes, I'm confused as of the moment. But hey, I want to move on, and be matured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOVE ON. BE MATURED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-7037125077512043628?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/7037125077512043628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-actually.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/7037125077512043628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/7037125077512043628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-dont-know-actually.html' title='I don&apos;t know, actually.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-3772299635067033391</id><published>2011-11-13T21:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T21:15:00.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>formspring.me</title><content type='html'>truth or dare? &lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/francescastillo" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.formspring.me/francescastillo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3772299635067033391?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3772299635067033391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/11/formspringme.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3772299635067033391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3772299635067033391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/11/formspringme.html' title='formspring.me'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-4553159929232662332</id><published>2011-04-01T23:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T23:50:13.894+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer na ba talaga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Summer na ba talaga?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/ieqy3A"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-4553159929232662332?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/4553159929232662332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-na-ba-talaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4553159929232662332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4553159929232662332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2011/04/summer-na-ba-talaga.html' title='Summer na ba talaga?'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-97974544048223476</id><published>2010-12-25T12:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T12:11:52.139+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas! If ever you're talking to Santa, what's your wish? :))</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Merry Christmas! If ever you're talking to Santa, what's your wish? :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/gNDBcm"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-97974544048223476?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/97974544048223476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-if-ever-you-talking-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/97974544048223476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/97974544048223476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas-if-ever-you-talking-to.html' title='Merry Christmas! If ever you&amp;#39;re talking to Santa, what&amp;#39;s your wish? :))'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1092213116337292943</id><published>2010-12-21T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T22:13:47.815+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Errkayy :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/TRC1xyddz1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tdagXBHPtso/s1600/JOKEEEEERS.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/TRC1xyddz1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tdagXBHPtso/s320/JOKEEEEERS.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553138207511400274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yooooooooooooooooo. Waley na ang pag-asa. Hahaha. Joke lang. Di ko naman mabuksan to lagi. HAHAHA. Pero I'm no quitting this stuff without necessary reasons. :)) Tunay 'to. HAHAHA. :))))) Though matagal ko na 'tong di naoopen, IN FAIRNESS, may malasakit pa rin ako dito. HAHAHA. Imagine, last Oct25 pa ako last nakapag-post eh. HAHAHAHA. ;D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1092213116337292943?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1092213116337292943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/12/errkayy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1092213116337292943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1092213116337292943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/12/errkayy.html' title='Errkayy :)'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/TRC1xyddz1I/AAAAAAAAACE/tdagXBHPtso/s72-c/JOKEEEEERS.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-3988156372191134000</id><published>2010-10-25T15:01:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T15:01:58.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy this sembreak? :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Busy this sembreak? :"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/9hBouK"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3988156372191134000?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3988156372191134000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy-this-sembreak.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3988156372191134000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3988156372191134000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/10/busy-this-sembreak.html' title='Busy this sembreak? :&amp;quot;&amp;gt;'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1625533830684791016</id><published>2010-10-23T13:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T13:32:20.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>At last. :))</title><content type='html'>Di ba marunong nako magmaneho.&lt;div&gt;Ngayon naman,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;May &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;LISENSYA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; nako! :)))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- pero di nanaman marunong magmaneho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HAHAHAHA. XDD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1625533830684791016?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1625533830684791016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-last.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1625533830684791016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1625533830684791016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/10/at-last.html' title='At last. :))'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1282923233284051854</id><published>2010-10-21T16:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T16:55:35.854+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hahaha. Love talaga kita!! :** -- Mas Love Kita &lt;3 Ayiieeee :"&gt;</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeText"&gt;Hahaha. Love talaga kita!! :** -- Mas Love Kita &lt;3 Ayiieeee :"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    Answer &lt;a href="http://4ms.me/con5pc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1282923233284051854?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1282923233284051854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/10/hahaha-love-talaga-kita-mas-love-kita.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1282923233284051854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1282923233284051854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/10/hahaha-love-talaga-kita-mas-love-kita.html' title='Hahaha. Love talaga kita!! :** -- Mas Love Kita &amp;lt;3 Ayiieeee :&amp;quot;&amp;gt;'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-2920295507240693632</id><published>2010-08-20T01:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T02:00:49.254+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAM.</title><content type='html'>messing up a BLOG is fun. but what's funny is to stare at the person in front of you. YUCK. haha :)) -- nonsense.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;currently hanging out somewhere around the vicinity. NO SLEEP ALLOWED this night. joke :) pero i'm taking it for real. * WHEW * AND I'M SOOOO LOVIN' IT :) btw. with my blocmate. we're just in the process of MOVING ON because of the Bio1 test awhile ago, and it was like CRAPPY WORK. uberr. it's like a piece of sht. darn sht. i don't understand what she says, and yet, she gives that kind of test. whatta! have nothing else but TRUST and incentives to pass. HAHA. yuck naman. haha. ayoko na mag-English. tinatamad nako. LOL. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cge cge. gotta go. PLAY something :) haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-2920295507240693632?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/2920295507240693632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/08/bam.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2920295507240693632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2920295507240693632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/08/bam.html' title='BAM.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-8817807430370119768</id><published>2010-05-26T13:36:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T13:39:17.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a new friend :)</title><content type='html'>hey people of the world! :)&lt;div&gt;meet a new friend,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://lovestrikesme.tumblr.com"&gt;TUMBLR.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-- just open the site in new tab or what, then you'll see a friend. :DD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;apologies if i can't open this too much. :| i'll do everything to check this once in awhile. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ces. ♥&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-8817807430370119768?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/8817807430370119768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8817807430370119768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8817807430370119768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/05/new-friend.html' title='a new friend :)'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-723851691470740390</id><published>2010-05-21T13:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:17:46.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally.</title><content type='html'>recent achievement:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;i finally knew how to DRIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yey :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-723851691470740390?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/723851691470740390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/723851691470740390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/723851691470740390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/05/finally.html' title='finally.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-6326310243024376773</id><published>2010-05-21T13:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:01:37.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>addict.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 20px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; font: normal normal bold 22px/normal Arial, Helvetica; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" font-weight: normal; line-height: 20px;  font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;i’m getting really addicted to gLee. i love how their series go. :)) okay. i just want to mention all of the characters here and tell why i have liked them in the show. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;mike - i love to see him DANCE. his gorgeous face, his simplicity — i love it, superrr! i wish to see him sing a solo :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;rachel - i looooove her voice. she’s extraordinaire! :) i wish i can be like her someday. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;finn - i like his sincerity towards rachel and his dedication to win her against jessie. it’s way too cool! :) martyrs are extinct. but because of finn, they came back to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;jessie - oh i love his voice. like rachel. with vocal preferences, i love jessie and rachel together. they look lovely together. i thought at first that they were already together even before the show. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;mercedes - whoa! power belter of the gang. :) she’s more of a beyonce type when singing is judged. she overpowers the others when it’s her turn to spotlight. i bet that with the girls, rachel and mercedes fight for the #1 spot of being the best in singing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;tina - i love her angelic voice. even if she don’t belt out like mercedes, i still feel emotions whenever she sings. and i like it. sooooo much. that’s why i always play her own version of ‘true colors’ whenever i can. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;artie - i love his determination to stand up, and dance. of course, with tina, she overcame the biggest obstacle in his life, so far - being on wheels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;kurt - i love how he sang the song ‘defying gravity’ with rachel. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;santana - i love her latina beauty. :) and her husky voice. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;puck - his appeal to women. but it sometimes distracts me, the cling to different girls almost every episode. whew!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;brittany - her physique. i love :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-6326310243024376773?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/6326310243024376773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/05/addict.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6326310243024376773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6326310243024376773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/05/addict.html' title='addict.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-2363277998944976688</id><published>2010-04-26T23:42:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T13:38:36.558+08:00</updated><title type='text'>as requested. [by myself? haha :DD]</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;* i wish these were the exact words i have said during that day. read silently aa. not aloud. :) *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dr. Jose Paulo E. Campos, our school president, to Mr. Keith P. Jones, our Superintendent, to Engr. Lileth L. Cuaresma, our Program Director and Principal, to our guest Ms. Benazir Abdulwahid, to Sir Richard Chuachiaco, the President-nominee for RC Bagumbayan, to our beloved teachers, our dear parents, to our schoolmates, and to my fellow graduates, good morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the day we have been waiting for, or rather hated the most. Why I have said this? Because I have seen a statement saying when you’re a senior, you just wanted to go back being a freshman again. But because time has come, and our lives are about to set upon another journey, we need to pass this inevitable day. It’s hard, but we must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we start a day, we wake up with gladness on our faces. But thinking I’ll wake up and considering I won’t be with you, my happiness fades, and I started to think about the future ahead for each of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for giving me this privilege speaking to you all. With this, I can share with the world what our life here in high school has been. Also, I would like to Congratulate everyone for another achievement and a part history we have made, like another star in Hollywood’s Walk of Fame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started high school knowing that the whole scenario changes. The school, the classroom, the teachers, the schoolmates, and most especially, the classmates. A new atmosphere, isn’t it? But it didn’t stop us from exploring with the curiosity. We, then, made a milestone worth fulfilling, worth fighting for. We often laugh, cry, get angry, and mostly considering ourselves friends through thick and thin. We spent most of our times together, gossiping this and that, doing this and that. We have seen camaraderie and failures of our own, that strengthen us and gave us a new face to show the world saying, “Kaya n’yo ‘yon?” In times of doubt, we often ask each other about what to do. When there were problems, we comforted each other as our own siblings. These times made me feel free, loved, and blessed to have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, if there are good, there are also bad. Even if it is hard to accept, most of us sometimes befriend others just to gain his or her trust, then stab him or her in the back. We can’t deny it. It is truly a discouraging matter, but it is a fact. It’s too hard to imagine a friend of yours doing that unto you, without feeling sorry for what they have done. But it is a part of competition; they have to be on to the lead, not knowing they started to break their relationships with one another. Also, there are persons who used your presence, your knowledge, and your values just for the sake of their own benefit. Even though you know it is happening, you just keep quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa apat na taon kong pananatili sa EAC, marami akong natutunan, naranasan, nasubukan, napatunayan, nakagalitan, at naipamalas. Marami sa mga ito ang nakatatak na sa aking isipan. Ngunit, kung malimutan ko man ang mga pangyayaring ito, ang hindi ko lamang malilimutan ay ang naging kasama ko kayo sa isang makabuluhang paglalakbay na pare-pareho nating hindi inasahan. Mailalarawan ko ito bilang isang kabanata ng ating buhay na may halo-halong saya, lungkot, galit, gulat at lahat ng maaari nating maramdaman. Pero syempre, napakaraming saya ang nandito, hindi ba? Kaya salamat. Salamat sa lahat, at sorry. Sorry sa lahat ng hindi pagkakaintindihan, hindi pagkakaunawaan, at iba pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to take this opportunity to thank everyone who had been a part of my life:&lt;br /&gt;* To Sir Jones who really appreciated me as who I really am, and what I can do;&lt;br /&gt;* To Ma’am Cuari whose support came overflowing for us graduates;&lt;br /&gt;* To our teachers, especially the trio, Ma’am Rogacion, Ma’am Alfonso, and Sir Castillo for the energetic laughs and sorrowful cries of our high school life;&lt;br /&gt;* Sir Gregg, Sir Smiliy, Ma’am Kristine May, Sir B, Sir F, Ma'am Varron, and Ma’am Via, for the teaching wonders you demonstrated before us, and for the “barkada” side of yours;&lt;br /&gt;* To our lovely Registrar in AIS, Ms. Beng, and Ms. Abby, Ms. Julie, Ms. Riza, and Sir Davey, the heroic teachers in ELC, for unendless support and craziness you have given us;&lt;br /&gt;* To Mam Velasco, our Interact adviser, for continuous support in the service of Rotary;&lt;br /&gt;* To our adviser Sirs Agustin and Castillo, for being supportive advisers towards us;&lt;br /&gt;* To the schoolmates for the UNCONDITIONAL help, guidance, and wisdom as our ates and kuyas, and for being younger siblings with different attitude towards life;&lt;br /&gt;* To my family for sharing their own to me: talents, support, love and everything they could give;&lt;br /&gt;* To my classmates for their willingness to show who and what they are;&lt;br /&gt;* * Cecille and Ivy. For being there. Just there. And for giving me the idea of how crazy high school life is.&lt;br /&gt;* * MHENGS Anne, Camille, Neriz, Robin, Christie, Jezzali, Mikee, Angel, Patrick, Alden, Jason, Jevinson, JC, Gervic, Erick, Paul. For through thick and thin, you were there. And in times of what we have to do, you were still there. I just can’t explain through words, but you know. Vit water. :DD haha. Thanks guys.&lt;br /&gt;* * Mongols Vanessa, Emman, Kinna, Venice, Gerber and Conrad. For giving us the memories that will surely be a part of our lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For everyone, thank you guys. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, I might run out of words to say. Simple thank you would make everybody smile. And I hope that smile will never vanish as years go by, and until our reunion comes, may that smile will be visible on each of us. May we not forget where we came from, and what our Alma Mate, the Aguinaldo International School and Emilio Aguinaldo College Science High School, has molded us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, and good day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-2363277998944976688?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/2363277998944976688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-requested-by-myself-haha-dd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2363277998944976688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2363277998944976688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/04/as-requested-by-myself-haha-dd.html' title='as requested. [by myself? haha :DD]'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-2268825385280087338</id><published>2010-04-26T23:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T23:41:33.975+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh.</title><content type='html'>grabe. i missed a lot here. :(&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;btw. i just graduated last apr23. :)) and i delivered a speech. wao. i was very honored to deliver such. :D thanks for the support. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anw. i had a party. c/o my parents the next day, apr24. :P more people came. and house got overcrowded, once again. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then. just now, i sat here and chatting to myself. haha :DD aii. i know. i'll just share the speech nlan. haha :DD wait. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-2268825385280087338?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/2268825385280087338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2268825385280087338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2268825385280087338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohh.html' title='ohh.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-3464994656935374611</id><published>2010-03-10T21:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T21:16:54.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's never been the same. [ 4a :) ]</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;DIV&gt;i can't remember how everything started. not once or twice, i can't think about what i really do. basta there's a bulungan and they whispered me, "pag nagbell, tayo na aa." and the whisper was blown to every corner of the room. while waiting for the bell, they made some conversations with the teacher. and luckily, time became faster and bell rang at a faster rate. :) then, right after the bell rang, we all stood up, realizing that we could really go out of the room of silence. but, he had a strategy: to lock the door so that no one can leave. waaah. that was a disaster. we thought we had a way to easily escape his room from the aura of it. as usual kasi, we're late entering his class. so he won't let&amp;nbsp;us out. woohoo. gladly, he had pity on us and he just gave an assignment then let  us out. haha :DD well. that was an enormous story from our batch. :))&lt;/DIV&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3464994656935374611?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3464994656935374611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-never-been-same-4a.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3464994656935374611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3464994656935374611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-never-been-same-4a.html' title='it&apos;s never been the same. [ 4a :) ]'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-4443125572006832549</id><published>2010-02-22T14:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T14:44:59.251+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreams make me crazy.</title><content type='html'>i miss you. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gahd. he's always coming in my dreams. i find myself soo happy, but crying in tears as i figured out that it's just a dream. i can't imagine how life screw me up in happenings that i don't understand, happenings that destiny lets me pass through even if i had a downfall on that part. i wish everything you wanted just happen. hay. if i were the 'bruce almighty' of the philippines, i'll use my powers nicely and not in bad terms.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-4443125572006832549?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/4443125572006832549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-make-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4443125572006832549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4443125572006832549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/dreams-make-me-crazy.html' title='dreams make me crazy.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1215629090238382114</id><published>2010-02-20T11:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T11:05:26.424+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:arial,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:14pt;color:#7b0099;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="100%"  height="100%" bgcolor="#ffffff" valign="top"&gt;&lt;table  width="100%" height="100%" style="table-layout:fixed;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" align="center"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top" style="overflow: hidden; text-overflow: ellipsis; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;table width="100%" style="white-space:normal;" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana,Arial,sans-serif" size="2" color="#7b0099" style="font-family:Verdana,Arial,sans-serif;font-size:13px;color:#7b0099;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align:undefined;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;i miss everything like i've never seen them before. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="10"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="70" bgcolor="#ffffff" background="cid:1266635075269@dclient.mail.yahoo.com" align="start"&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;       &lt;hr size=1&gt; &lt;a href="http://sg.rd.yahoo.com/aa/mail/domainchoice/mail/signature/*http://mail.promotions.yahoo.com/newdomains/aa/"&gt; Get your new Email address! &lt;/a&gt; &lt;br&gt; Grab the Email name you&amp;#39;ve always wanted before someone else does!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1215629090238382114?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1215629090238382114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-everything-like-ive-never-seen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1215629090238382114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1215629090238382114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-miss-everything-like-ive-never-seen.html' title=''/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-2275270611016336237</id><published>2010-02-15T16:45:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T17:06:04.382+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day of toot. whatever.</title><content type='html'>whatta. i never experienced like this before. i got this and i got that. i had no feelings for the said valentine's day. i thought this was just a usual Sunday, no thoughts could come into my mind that yesterday was valentine's day. what??? i didn't even notice it's the chinese new year. sayang. i didn't wear a red get-up with matching polka dots. they've thought na i've remembered to do this but no, it's because of my aching teeth.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bwisit na braces, nauso pa sa mundo. most people often tell it's better to have braces than to ruin your life after missing the time you could put your braces on. style-wise, okay sya. but achy-wise, no thanks. i'd better remove this pieces of steel pasted on my teeth, rather than suffer major toothache, that contributes to headaches, which later on turns into complete brain bleed kasi hindi mo masagot ung mga tanong sa class. argh. up to now, it's still hurting. alambre ba naman ilagay sa ngipin ko, nangingilo na nga. ay nako. haha. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't have a date for that valentine's day. that's why it's not a remembering day for me. haha. :)) looking forward to one. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. malapit na ang prom. no idea what to wear, how to do it, and be included in the party. i just want bar hopping, than to dance cotillion there. haha :)) joke lang. of course i still want to feel what a high school student must feel lalo na kapag prom, when there's someone you can dance with. haha. :)) i'm just looking forward to the event with my friends. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-2275270611016336237?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/2275270611016336237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-of-toot-whatever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2275270611016336237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2275270611016336237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-of-toot-whatever.html' title='day of toot. whatever.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-4849143089689446792</id><published>2010-02-08T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:35:50.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>habarloooooooppy.</title><content type='html'>gahd. how long did i live that i can't even check this blog site? this is supposed to be my journal. and yet, NO TIME.! hmp. well. it's not me whose to blame for being on the "busy girl" state pero it's the selfish teachers [i'm not counting them all in the list. :D ] for always giving us the hardships but still, no higher grade. wah. this is idiocracy. [wow. new word kasi ee so i often use this kahit inappropriate. haha!] anyway. :) is it life that punishes me? or is it the teachers who love to see us drown under their mounts of paperworks to be done for "HiGHER" grades they usually bargain for. they don't know how hard to be graduating students. i know they've gone through this mess before, in their time. but come on! this time is different from their generations. ours were given opportunity to students like me to slouch and just play computer games while doing schoolworks. it's how the new life is. but they stick to what they believe is right, but to us is wrong. waaaaaa. minsan nga ee, i just want to scream in front of them and give my sentiments based on what we feel towards what they tell me to do. gosh. for heaven's sake. i cannot believe in miracles now. :( just to finish this year is enough, no more hard time with those selfish and immoral teachers that made our high school life as miserable as a life could be. hay.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;only i could say is hey hey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-4849143089689446792?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/4849143089689446792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/habarloooooooppy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4849143089689446792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4849143089689446792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/02/habarloooooooppy.html' title='habarloooooooppy.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-4142199936156046270</id><published>2010-01-05T17:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T17:19:56.642+08:00</updated><title type='text'>marriage. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="Tahoma"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;font class="Apple-style-span" face="verdana, helvetica, sans-serif"&gt;i didn't thought of this up to now aa. it's just my current assignments and one of the first assignments in 2o1o. this is what i have found. :)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family:times new roman, new york, times, serif;font-size:12pt"&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;div style="font-family:verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" margin-bottom:7.5pt;text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;Wedding Traditions in Asia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;There is something inherently mysterious and romantic about Asia…the mysterious Far East. And when it comes to weddings, the rich diversity of Asian cultures, traditions and religions makes for a wide variety of colorful and fascinating wedding customs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;In the land of the rising sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;In Japan, for instance, purple is the color of love and a young bride may choose to wear an elaborately-embroidered silk kimono covered in purple iris-flowers. Weddings are traditionally either Shinto, during which the natural spirits, the kami, are called upon to bless the couple, or it might be a Buddhist ceremony during which two strings of beads are interwoven, symbolizing the joining of two families into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;The dragon and the phoenix&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;Chinese traditions held that the gift of a whole roast pig given by the groom's family to the bride's family was an appropriate engagement gift. The traditional wedding gown in China is bright red, symbolizing luck for the new couple. Chinese bridal gowns are traditionally adorned with elaborate golden phoenixes, chrysanthemums and peonies, symbols of wealth and good fortune. The groom traditionally wears a black silk coat over a robe embroidered with a dragon, and you can expect loud firecrackers at a Chinese wedding to scare off evil spirits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;The reception that goes on and on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;In Indonesia it is not uncommon for more than 1,000 guests to be invited to the wedding reception and it is customary for the bride and the groom to greet each guest in a long receiving line before the reception festivities can begin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;May good fortune always be yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;In Korea it is traditional for a fortune-teller, known as a kung-hap, to look into the couple's future before they are married in order to see if they will live harmoniously together. A harmonious union is very important since the engagement gifts alone for a traditional Korean wedding can cost upwards of $40,000.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;A three-day wedding ceremony.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;An early Filipino custom required the groom to throw a spear into the front steps of his intended-bride's home. This was a dramatic symbol to everyone that she had been spoken for. Today this tradition has been replaced with a gold engagement ring. Today the majority of Filipino weddings are Catholic, but in days gone by a Filipino wedding lasted three days, with ceremonies performed each day until the third day when the couple joined hands and declared their love for each other three times and their hands were bound together with a chord and the priest declared them married.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;The journey of a lifetime begins with milk and water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;In India and other countries with a Hindu culture it is considered bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other for several days before the wedding. As part of the marriage ceremony the bride's parents wash the couple's feet with milk and water as a symbol of purifying them for the journey of their new life together. As part of the ceremony the couple holds in their hands grains of rice and oats and green leaves, signifying wealth, good health and happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style=" text-align:center;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;Many cultures, many traditions with but a single goal: to unite two hearts into one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:6.0pt;line-height:normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9.0pt; color:#333333;"&gt;Many Asian cultures, many traditions, but all are centered around the basic concept of a new beginning, a new journey down the path of life together, hand in hand, filled with love and a new commitment of two hearts joined forever as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="position:fixed"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- cg21.c1.mail.mud.yahoo.com compressed/chunked Mon Jan  4 14:38:11 PST 2010 --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;          &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-4142199936156046270?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/4142199936156046270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/01/marriage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4142199936156046270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/4142199936156046270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2010/01/marriage.html' title='marriage. :)'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-2611578240841602485</id><published>2009-12-18T16:56:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:58:43.572+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa!</title><content type='html'>i got drunk.&lt;div&gt;heartfully swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i don't know how but i was just drinking and poof! i am drunk. haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we had so much fun with the time we had for each other. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;// thanks to lolli, teng, siz, blanche, jb. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-2611578240841602485?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/2611578240841602485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2611578240841602485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2611578240841602485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/12/whoa.html' title='whoa!'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-5981712695412449976</id><published>2009-12-17T16:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:44:32.061+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmsss :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't care whatever they say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i don't mean i really don't listen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;it's just that they annoy me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-5981712695412449976?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/5981712695412449976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmsss-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5981712695412449976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5981712695412449976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/12/hmsss-d.html' title='hmsss :D'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-8782809198226597244</id><published>2009-12-17T16:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:37:14.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hastily coming?</title><content type='html'>christmas is already coming and i need to decide on things in a conventional way of doing so.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i want to do everything i want to do over and over again. i want to be free. i want to hang out. i want to party all night. i want to pray. i want to travel all over the world. i want to try different cultures and delicacies of different countries. i want to shower all my blessings to people who most needed them. i want to try another lifestyle today. i want to be richer that who would ever thought. i want to prove myself to everyone. i want to be myself, not like them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33CC00;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;i want to know God more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; i want to cherish every single moment i have with the people who are most important to me. i want to swim. i want to go wherever and whenever i want to. i want to suffer good consequences that i would still benefit from them. i want to write as many as i could. i want to be a professional theater actress. i want to fit several dresses worth millions of stones seen on those dresses. i want to be a successful woman once i finished college. i want a new iPhone. i want to build my company in a span of months. i want to buy whatever my family wants. i want to be with the one i truly love forever.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt; i want to achieve my dreams. i want them now. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6666CC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC00;"&gt;but still. i need some effort on this. haha. :D&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/6693272358777489184-8782809198226597244?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/8782809198226597244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/12/hastily-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8782809198226597244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8782809198226597244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/12/hastily-coming.html' title='hastily coming?'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-3111353184750702078</id><published>2009-11-30T18:10:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T16:58:41.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>// booored.</title><content type='html'>i am just so so bored. may taylor swift give lautner to me? haha. just kidding. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3111353184750702078?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3111353184750702078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/2948-mobile2mail.html#comment-form' title='0 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.?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: times new roman,new york,times,serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;first of all. i would like to say that i had a great time for being so stressed and almost pissed off. but even if things go like this, i still want to say thank you because even though i stretch my muscle so much, i can still learn on how to be patient and finishing work in the least time i can spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second. i miss my co-uplinkers so much. i kept thinking of them until i go to bed. i think this is a mere lie. joke. but seriously, i want to hang out with my friends i have known there.. i love you guys. so so so so so much. when are we going to hang-out by christmas? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;third. mixed nuts. i truly love us. haha. how ridiculous i am today. just been knocking through mu door. haha. anyway back to the TOPiC. thanks guys. for what we had when the rain starts to strike down. thanks for the tattoo moment we enjoyed for just two hours. tattoo that we got didn't last for a day, by the way. they're just stickers..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fourth.. hi mom and dad. i hope i have a pasalubong tonight when we see each other.. :) haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fifth. yogibear. my loveteam. i love you so so so so much.. to the deepest part of my heart. i really do love for you. and i want to be with you forever. and ever. promise. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, but sincerely not the least. LORD. thank You for everything. if You're not here, all of us wouldn't be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--and this is my speechless speech. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="hm"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;!-- cg14.c60.mail.sg1.yahoo.com compressed Tue Nov 17 16:55:34 PST 2009 --&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;hr size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://us.rd.yahoo.com/SIG=11dea1p2c/**http%3A%2F%2Fwww.trueswitch.com%2Fyahoo-ph"&gt; Bring your friends to the fun.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invite your friends from Hotmail, Gmail to Yahoo! Mail today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-218181089007996880?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/218181089007996880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/218181089007996880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/218181089007996880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/first-of-all.html' title='speechless speech .?'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-203167228760670569</id><published>2009-11-24T16:21:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T16:23:40.375+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gentle. gently.</title><content type='html'>i hate exams. sooper. i wish they wouldn't come every year. they will not come here. ahhh. i want to slouch and relax but stress is what i'm having. i need to study this, study that. hay. i think this wouldn't get any better. i just really want to relax. plain relax. no anything. away from school. from stress. gosh. how i wish i would be there. in that special place. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-203167228760670569?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/203167228760670569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/gentle-gently.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/203167228760670569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/203167228760670569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/gentle-gently.html' title='gentle. gently.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-6545396388083900599</id><published>2009-11-02T20:17:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:21:05.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please. i crave for him.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;i wanna meet this guy, can you introduce me to him? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:38CLAFgRQFlNiM:http://www.glogster.com/media/2/3/32/25/3322585.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:38CLAFgRQFlNiM:http://www.glogster.com/media/2/3/32/25/3322585.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of his biography is in here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1210124/"&gt;http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1210124/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-6545396388083900599?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/6545396388083900599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-i-crave-for-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6545396388083900599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6545396388083900599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/please-i-crave-for-him.html' title='please. i crave for him.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-3878368837261502989</id><published>2009-11-02T20:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:11:50.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thanks mom. :)</title><content type='html'>no way. dreams will be real. swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my dream is sooo sooo great. they will be real. i promise. no doubt. as what my mom said, "if you said it, it will." i know. it will. i can feel it. sooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i just wanna explain this hysterical thing. oh my gosh. i. am. so. i love it! this story will be MY story. the greatest dream i ever ever had. i wish, no. not a wish, but it SHOULD. NO MATTER WHAT. it will be a great thing to happen in my life. the essence, the substance, the greatness, the feeling, they were so so perfect. and i really love it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the story goes like this. wait. i want to tell this in Filipino. :) may somebody translate this if ever? if you will be that person, please send a translation to my email : &lt;a href="mailto:cescastillo15@yahoo.com"&gt;cescastillo15@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; :) and please. be sure to leave first your details and if you have already sent it to my email due to overcrowding of my email. gosh. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, eto na talaga. one day, isang araw. doon sa may kanto. gosh. an saya ko talaga. soooooobra. andun ang isang lalaking hindi ko inaasahang makikita ko dun. itago nalang natin sya sa codename na "loveqo." nagkita kami dun at masayang nagsabay na naglakad papunta sa bahay namin. tapos, bago kami sumapit sa bahay, iniwan ko lang sya saglit. muntik mawaglit sa aking isip na sya ay naghihintay sa aming pinaghiwalayan. sinubukan kong tumakas sa bahay at ako ay nagtagumpay. dali-dali akong bumalik sa aming tagpuan at nakitang wala na sya doon. naghanap ako, akala ko ay wala nang makikitang loveqo. pero nagkamali ako. sa katunayan, sinabayan nya ako at nag-usap kami nang masaya. :) pagkatapos ay nakiusap akong turuan nya ako ng mga bagay na hindi ko kaya, at tinuruan nya ako nang buong puso. napakasaya ko talaga. :))) at hinatid nya ako pauwi at umuwi na rin sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;story's finished. a bit "makata" style. haha. i'm carried away with this. haha. and i really love this so much. :D i want this to happen. wahahaha. if you want it, you'll get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked my mother, if she believed in winning the lottery, when will she have it? and she just told me, God ill give it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* credits to my mom for her wonderful passage she gave me while we're walking in the cemetery. XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3878368837261502989?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3878368837261502989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3878368837261502989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3878368837261502989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-mom.html' title='thanks mom. :)'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1104218161959973832</id><published>2009-11-02T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T19:33:41.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hollow. hollow. halloween. eeeeee!</title><content type='html'>happy hollow-ween. aaaaah. &amp;nbsp;feel like an empty jar needing cookies to fill in. first day of november, and i'm in the house, not in the cemetery. real odd. haha. but the second day. i finally went to the cemetery and guess what? i played the traditional "candle ball making". :) i made a ball out of candles' "lanay," as what they call it. haha. anyway. i made a ball, then formed it into a kiss // ye know the hersheys™?? :D // then i put some smile on it. :D but unfortunately, i left it there at the cemetery. but i had a souvenir of it, a picturesque picture. :) but i'll upload it here sometime. nitatamad me. haha. i'm so lazy today. i want to just go to my bed, and sleep safe and sound. i want to eat a piece, a slice, or even a whole roll of CAKE! i crave for soooooo much ice cream. so i scream for ice cream. :) haha. i want to dance dance dance in a paradise where there will be me and my special one. haha. anyway. looping loop-de-loop. :D i want to stay there in the cemetery but they just gave me an hour, imagine that! ONE HOUR. i didn't have the chance to form bigger candle balls. hayyy. i wanted to stay there. but sorry. :( anyway. if i would not leave there, i would not have this blog. haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1104218161959973832?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1104218161959973832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/hollow-hollow-halloween-eeeeee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1104218161959973832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1104218161959973832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/11/hollow-hollow-halloween-eeeeee.html' title='hollow. hollow. halloween. eeeeee!'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-6451584627639464157</id><published>2009-10-29T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T17:00:30.788+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish.</title><content type='html'>wish you could hear my voice screaming your name. wish you could sense what i feel. wish you could give what i could give. wish you could see what i do. wish you could appreciate what i exert. i do this because of three words polluting my mind whenever i think of you.these three words often hinders me from thinking of other things, just you. i just want to get rid of this. but in return, it keeps coming&amp;nbsp;back and stronger each time it does. i don't know what to do. help. would you be the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// it's hard to admit. but i LOVE YOU. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm idle and have nothing to do, i keep telling myself about what we ALMOST had. what we ALMOST shared. and what we ALMOST loved for. almost because i can sense nothing from us before. just a plain game. i put myself onto the edge where i can fall so easily. bad i did that because it happened. i hate the times you showed things i would believe that may never happen in OUR life. i hate those times that i keep on FEELING that i REALLY REALLY love you. i would die. but instead, i hung myself in the middle of nowhere just not to feel the anger, and the hurt you gave me. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// i REGRET that i MET you. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a question in my mind. i loved you, right? but the consequences came. and they were telling me NOT to LOVE you anymore. i resisted. but i regretted what i did. it's the opportunity to OFFICIALLY let you go and move on. but how weird and stupid i am. i kept loving you. and in return, there's NOTHING. i REALLY REALLY HATE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// you're an effin *. grr~ //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i thought of you as an angel. but deep inside, you're an EVIL. it makes my blood boiling. and each time i think of it, i just want to KILL you. but i can't want to know why? simply because I STILL LOVE YOU. period. and i SINCERELY HATE IT.&lt;br /&gt;// here comes a girl wants you. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would give you to HER. if i would prove she's the DESERVING one. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;// in short. i LOVE you but i WANT TO LET YOU GO. //&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-6451584627639464157?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/6451584627639464157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6451584627639464157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6451584627639464157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/wish.html' title='wish.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-6831347742042971174</id><published>2009-10-22T16:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T16:29:05.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just got bu.sy.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family:verdana,helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:10pt"&gt;&lt;div&gt;oh my gosh. it's been a long day. this day is it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;oh my gosh// we're preparing. for that bazaar. because we had an international bazaar for the celebration of the united nations day. haha. we've prepared our stall for our country is united states of america. hai. i get so excited. :))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well. until here first. i'll be having other things to do. :)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;        &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-6831347742042971174?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/6831347742042971174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-got-busy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6831347742042971174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6831347742042971174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/just-got-busy.html' title='just got bu.sy.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-2289285721281278588</id><published>2009-10-21T16:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T16:32:46.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wish i'm not this tired.</title><content type='html'>i wish i would be as great as you. as mighty as you. as lovable as you. as the best as you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am neither perplexed, or attenuated. but i think neither of them fits me in this state. i rattle like a child. i party wild. i love to play games. i love to blog. but when study time, gosh. i would rather keep quiet and let them talk as much as they want until their throats go off. *how bad i am.* &amp;nbsp;anyway. some other way. i want this ruined life be finished. not to die. but to start everything again. with the capital A-G-A-I-N. i want to remove all their fears and pressures they want on me. i don't like them to expect. just to wander. &amp;nbsp;go with the flow. hm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;' -- STRESSED DAY. -- '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-2289285721281278588?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/2289285721281278588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-wish-im-not-this-tired.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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again. :( oh no not again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing to do. it is an inevitable day. ;( but it's alright. i found myself happy in that day.//&lt;br /&gt;i thought i will be a loner that time because i wanna go somewhere else, and that' not school. hai. if i would have time to make things right. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, thanks to the persons who greeted me. :) love yea. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-4372949847719742882?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/4372949847719742882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/oh-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i love to help. love it. soooo much. haha :D i was unable to share it to the blog last friday because i had no connection. gosh. i love to tell everything i made there but the connection broke. anyway. last oct1, we went to lasalle manila to contribute some manpower thing in order to help for the victims of Ondoy. we carried some boxes, sorted out things, counted and counted. i mean we COUNTED every single thing we see there. haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i have no goods brought, i still contributed. i love it. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3745075401844560505?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3745075401844560505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1322164852053678135</id><published>2009-10-01T08:57:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:03:14.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>inevitable moment.</title><content type='html'>it's finally october!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;woohoo! i looooooove it. :D after september, there's october // christmas is already coming. yipee! i love the presents. i love everything that arise when christmas is near. the shopping. the treats. the everything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;of course, sometimes, i also hated october. it's the time i'm getting old. gosh. i can't imagine that i will be turning six-teen by the 15th. crap. know what i'm sayin'? i love being fif-teen. but why do we need to get old? whatever. i want to grow up. but i don't want to grow old. dude. i know i'm selfih, but i want to convey the truth. the truth that i don't want to grow freaking old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, everything's inevitable. need to accept it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hey wait, there's more. if you intend to give me gifts, that would be fine. gifts are good, but i need cash. haha! :D kidding dude. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haha. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1322164852053678135?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1322164852053678135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/inevitable-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1322164852053678135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1322164852053678135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/inevitable-moment.html' title='inevitable moment.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-8047441831372800058</id><published>2009-10-01T08:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T09:26:55.279+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this thing.</title><content type='html'>i really reaaaally love this kind of thing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the background of my blog. :) haha! :D i loooooove the piano design. haha! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i loooove this may be because i looooove music. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that's may be why i love the music 'bella's lullaby'. i sincerely love it. i go crazy all over it. i first heard it when i watched the movie 'twilight'. how handsome edward cullen was. how beautiful isabella swan turned out. their characters are perfect for the song. [song because i dunnow how i would call it. just music maybe?] anyway. here's the piece edward played in piano for bella. i thought this wasn't the music in the movie but it is. i have also the one that has been distributed all over the our place. and it's totally different with this one. well. enjoy. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PZb0Ecl1Sw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4PZb0Ecl1Sw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8047441831372800058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8047441831372800058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-thing.html' title='this thing.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-165015055663827900</id><published>2009-09-30T16:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T17:23:23.435+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hellooooooooooooooooooo!</title><content type='html'>with this boredom, i would surely die.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i may not be directly affected by the gigantic storm, i got emotionally stressed with the stranded thing at cavite. holy crappe. i can't even relax for a bit for i am really hungry that time. gosh. as in OMG! i can't even recharge my phone that time. no charging stations. no plug. no charger. no electricity. as if i was in the middle of nowhere, i just sat how i used to sit in the seat behind the driver's seat of my dad's car. da**. i became much useless that time, more than what i thought of myself that time. aaaaaaaaa! i don't want to remember the useless things again. haha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway. boredom still kills me. *eeeeeeeeeeeeeng: sound effect* it seems that a sound of flat bed line will come across my ears from the middle of nowhere. it seems that i'm like an idle flower never touched by a bee. hmpft!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one week no classes isn't really fun at all. i still want to study. even though there's an exam coming on sunday, oct4, i really want to go to classes. i want to feel the classroom atmosphere all over again. no wonder, i feel ultra mega lazy type of person. gosh. i feel cruel. haha! :D [how did cruelty cross over the topic? haha! :D ] OKAY OKAY. i ADMIT. i am a lazy person in house. but with this one week suspension of classes, i would like to do something else aside from watching tv, playing phone, and surfing the net. i want to write something about the future, the democracy, and even the most outrageous stories that would ever come into my superfluous imaginatory mind. sheeeeep. i fell almost crazy, man! come to think about it, just sitting in the couch, nothing to do. what would you feel? being insane, right? but i think it would never happen to me. i keep my sanity alive and visible as much as possible. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;okay fine. i have to do an editorial about the g**da** politics which i hate MOST of the TIME. you would let me talk about something else, but not the freaking POLITICS. i want to be bare-sided with this kind of issues. i know, opinions are expressions that may be based on facts, and reality. but HELLOOOOOOOOO! i'm not that crazy yet to write a foolish article that would kill my own dignity, and even my own life. i'm just thinking for the better of the paper, and myself of course. whatever other think, i would stay up to the top of the mountain until they would voluntarily write their editorial, and not ME!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well, it's a part of work. i need to do it. shocks. good luck to me and my staff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;whatever. i need to write more than this. i need to fill my blog until infinity. haha! :D who would think i can do that? haha! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;well. i miss schoooooool. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-165015055663827900?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/165015055663827900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/hellooooooooooooooooooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/165015055663827900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/165015055663827900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/hellooooooooooooooooooo.html' title='hellooooooooooooooooooo!'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-6470184452776853918</id><published>2009-09-30T10:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:14:27.418+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no idea man.</title><content type='html'>i don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i keep on blogging this past few days. haha! :D i just find this a way in order not to feel sooooooper bored. i'm removing my filthy and ruined life for a bit with this blog. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could talk about anything and everything under the sun. i could even imagine myself hanging around with those famous people in and out of showbusiness. name them. haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could also talk about what i see outside my window, how i see it and what will be its implications into my life. haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--well. will this be my life? :) haha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-6470184452776853918?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/6470184452776853918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-idea-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6470184452776853918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6470184452776853918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/no-idea-man.html' title='no idea man.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-2983319535085020885</id><published>2009-09-30T09:59:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:02:30.888+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reposting: super super HERO.</title><content type='html'>please. i would like to request your brainy and techie mind to see &lt;a href="http://superbianca.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://superbianca.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt; to see how and where you can donate. :) thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--bianca gonzales, you're truly a SUPERWOMAN. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-2983319535085020885?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/2983319535085020885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/reposting-super-super-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2983319535085020885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/2983319535085020885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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when you are studying in a foreign country where you have nobody to lean on to, or to seek help to. please, if you do know, email it at &lt;a href="mailto:cescastillo15@yahoo.com"&gt;cescastillo15@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt; or leave a comment here or maybe, just add a comment in facebook or friendster. thanks. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1190797476227285259?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1190797476227285259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/edgy-idea-ting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1190797476227285259'/><link rel='self' 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masaya. gusto qo makita friends. kahit si sir b. i need some noise that would let me forget of my cruel and ruined life for a day. what the heck. i need some galet ng mga teachers para me mapagtawanan after classes. i need FRIENDS para masaya buhay qo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;syemperds, gusto qo dn makita ang lahat kahit di qo sila kaclose. life's gettting exciting whenever strangers come around. haha! life's having fire, little by little. haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hard when you get BORED and there's something you can do, but you can't act. aaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could do what i want to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3322166004087042456?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3322166004087042456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-4587180656499344537</id><published>2009-09-29T10:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T10:53:00.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaaaaaah. again?</title><content type='html'>due to insisting public demand, joke lang.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, due to raging floods and damages to NCR, there would be no classes tomorrow, wednesday sept30,'09//&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--sec. jesli lapus of deped announced. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at these for further clarifications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," href="http://newsinfo.inquirer.net/breakingnews/metro/view/20090929-227452/Classes-in-Metro-Manila-suspended-WednesdayDepEd" target="_blank" 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:D</title><content type='html'>gosh! what an experience. :D just to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last saturday, sept26'09, we had a practice in school for the play. after the halfday practice, when we went out, the flood's already rising into an instance that we couldn't walk through the way. so we need to take another option to go to taft. we rode kuliglig, or the motorized tribike and paid 20 pesos, which is higher than we normally pay when we ride during an ordinary day. then, when we reached jollibee taft, we just saw how the water fastly rise into the pavement. gosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though we got stranded, we were still HAAAAAPPY! we just laughed and laughed with those comedy scenes during that time. well. what an experience. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;p.s.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; let's just pray for the relief of those who are mostly in need and less fortunate to have greater damage than what we had. please. i think it's the least thing we could do if we also don't have to give as donation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-9115797602954423533?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/9115797602954423533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/experience-with-laugh-trips-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/9115797602954423533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/9115797602954423533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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heartwarming, cool. no wonder why my friend likes this. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to take you for granted&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to show i don't care&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mean to throw away this once in a lifetime of chance&lt;br /&gt;Being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll drive for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;To bring butterfingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the distance&lt;br /&gt;This kismet's a dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i surrender&lt;br /&gt;My everything forever&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Just our souls together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride no longer has room in me&lt;br /&gt;On bended knees in public i cry&lt;br /&gt;Your name for everyone to know that i love you, i love you&lt;br /&gt;Please hear me now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i'll drive for 2 hours&lt;br /&gt;To bring butterfingers&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind the distance&lt;br /&gt;This kismet's a dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time i surrender&lt;br /&gt;My everything forever&lt;br /&gt;Life doesn't matter&lt;br /&gt;Just our souls together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--bit short. but nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hi &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;osiel, j.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; thanks for the idea of kismet thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-xiaoxi.xv&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-6225456028457218543?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/6225456028457218543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/silent-song-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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what happened to me.&lt;br /&gt;i thought this might be just for a moment.&lt;br /&gt;still, it lasted for a day. it lets me freak OUT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no doubts. i sleeeped enough last night.&lt;br /&gt;and i had it again last morning.&lt;br /&gt;i just had refreshed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WANT TO SLEEEEEEEEP!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--xiaoxi. wants to sleep. arrgh.&lt;br /&gt;not an insane thing. i just loooove to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;but i NEED it NOW. aaaaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+++ lalalalalalalalalalalalalalalala. song. :) +++&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-7302090123281023965?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/7302090123281023965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-8566964492943173149</id><published>2009-09-24T16:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:32:12.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a quarter after first. ♪</title><content type='html'>second quarter. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;coming up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;movie&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. but happens in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. simple to complicated. complicated to simple. life to death. death to life. that's how i see the next months from now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just like before. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUDY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. haha! whatever **&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looooooove to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;watch animes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. but i can't do it. arrgh. they always stop me to do it. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loads of paper. tons of explanations. meaningful discussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. second quarter's still second quarter.&lt;br /&gt;and i have to &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIGHT for IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. ᴥ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-8566964492943173149?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/8566964492943173149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/quarter-after-first.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8566964492943173149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8566964492943173149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/quarter-after-first.html' title='a quarter after first. ♪'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-5064013831641542727</id><published>2009-09-24T16:15:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T16:20:35.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>arrghh.</title><content type='html'>bit stressed. bit lonely. bit in love. bit outcasted. but happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mixed emotions. arrgh. i want to STOP this kind of act where i have this intense feeling. but i still CAN'T.// i tried anything but NOTHING SEEMS TO WORK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe STRESSED. gotcha. stress. my primary reason for these outrageous feelings to come out. no idea how. but it gets into my nerves and start acting like a fool. damn. yea right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHATEVER. i want to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** how noisy i am. i just want to sleeeeep. a looooooong sleep. not forever. but ENOUGH to make me feel good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shh. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-5064013831641542727?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/5064013831641542727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/arrghh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5064013831641542727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5064013831641542727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/arrghh.html' title='arrghh.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-936346580941121375</id><published>2009-09-11T15:57:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T16:17:19.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school's bit tough, right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i'm not a writer. i'm just a student. and a part of being a student is writing reams of paper. and i just want to scream out! haha! :D anyway, this one is my precious masterpiece. i really had my head banging just to finish this stuff. well, this is for grades. good luck to my academics. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i wrote a book report about the book "Blood Pressure" by Alan Gibbons. awesome book, i can say. bit short, but realistic. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;okay okay. here it is. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#993399;"&gt;Title of the Book: &lt;strong&gt;Blood Pressure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name of the Author: &lt;strong&gt;Alan Gibbons&lt;/strong&gt; No. of Pages: &lt;strong&gt;199&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting/s:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liverpool and Surrey, England&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main Characters:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· &lt;strong&gt;Aidan Shaw&lt;br /&gt;· Jill Shaw&lt;br /&gt;· Jade&lt;br /&gt;· Paul Gorman&lt;br /&gt;· Sean Deegan&lt;br /&gt;· Thomas Morrisey&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best-Liked Character and Why:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the story, I liked two characters, &lt;strong&gt;Aidan&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Sean&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I liked &lt;strong&gt;Aidan&lt;/strong&gt;’s character &lt;em&gt;the most&lt;/em&gt;. Aside from being the lead role and the protagonist of the story, I personally admire how &lt;em&gt;sleek&lt;/em&gt; he is to his opposite sex. He can flirt Jade when he first saw the girl at her school, for example. At the same time, he had the courage to confront Sean Deegan and bravely asking him why he is talking to his mother. Well, of course, people who are concerned with their loved ones would also do the same. But for me, Aidan is truly different because at a young age like fifteen, teenagers would think to go inside their houses and stare while the conversation is going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I liked &lt;strong&gt;Sean Deegan&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;also&lt;/em&gt;. As the reader, I felt his &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;eagerness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; to be known by his son as his father, not a man from mafia. I noticed also that even though he is with the mafia, he really wants to renew his image from a bad boy to a father of a son. No offense, but I liked the way he tried to cope up with his son, even though it looks like it would frighten everyone because no one could imagine to tell a secret inside a car while being chased by the Gunslinger, the one who wants to kill him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conflict:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the conflict in the story is that the scene or the event that Aidan remembered and knew that his &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; father is Sean Deegan and not Mark Shaw, Jill’s husband. It is because I personally felt how the exchange of lines and how the emotions work with them. It let me feel the pain for Aidan’s side, and the eagerness to reveal who he is to his son for Sean’s side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Interesting Part of the Story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting part of the story for me is the time when Joe, Jill’s father, unveiled Aidan everything from how the story of Jill and Sean started until the time they broke up and how they separated their lives. In this conversation with Jill’s family, this is the time that almost everything will be uncovered, like how did Sean and Jill handled the situations when they are together. I think it is the most confidential story their family keeps. With the story, their hearts ravish with anger to Sean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aidan Shaw, a 15-year-old teenager from Surrey, went to Liverpool to go to his mother’s parents. He was with his mom Jill Shaw when they went there. Upon staying Liverpool for his grandfather, he met a girl named Jade. He fell in love with her. Suddenly, when he went home, he saw a man in a BMW talking to his mom. He confronted him and found out that that man was his dad. The name’s Sean Deegan, who was introduced by Paul Gorman, through words. Accidentally, somebody shot at the car as the Gunslinger is eager to kill Deegan so with Aidan, they went away and arrived to a place somewhere outside Liverpool where the changed cars from BMW to Ford. Then, they had a ride, but the worried Aidan forced Deegan to stop the car and let him go, but Deegan resisted so instead, he drove Aidan back to Liverpool safe and sound. Then, when Jade saw Aidan, Jade confessed to Aidan that she is pregnant with Paul. Aidan felt disappointment but Jade was his true love. Then, when he arrived home from his meeting with Jade, he saw Deegan with Thomas Morrisey in BMW, saying goodbye to him. All of a sudden, he remembered about what Thomas told him about the Gunslinger, and found out that they were one. Aidan tried to save Deegan by calling him Dad but it’s too late as the Gunslinger shot his gun at Deegan, then died. After of what happened, all went on with their lives as Deegan had funeral rights, and Aidan with his family, went back to Surrey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reaction:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story goes complicated at first, and suddenly, everything coped up with what the story must go. The author did many twists in the story as he introduced the Gunslinger and made it as if the reader will quickly glance on it. With this, the author implies that how to write a story in an interesting way is not that hard, start experimenting. Also, the adventures of the characters seem to be in reality because most of the scenes in the story happen in real life. It is a way of reaching people in writing a story: to relate each happening in reality. Being capable of doing this, the people will not only think of having a fictional story, but also, the story can truly happen in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion, the end of the story settled each problem the characters faced. It is because even though the ending seems to be a tragic one, almost everything ended with whatever the problems are in there. However, there are problems that are not yet solved within the end. One is that what happened to the Gunslinger after Deegan’s death. Nothing followed about this man after Deegan died. He may be escaped from the scenario and skulking in order not to face the crime he made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I control the story’s ending, I would prefer that Deegan would not die, and at the same time, the Gunslinger will be punished for what he had made to Deegan. Also, when everything is fine, Aidan will have the chance to be with his biological father, and cope up with everything they missed when they were apart when Aidan is still five years old. In addition, the story would have been better if the future will be characterized by the author. For example, the author might put some things that will used to predict the future that awaits to the characters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-936346580941121375?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/936346580941121375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-bit-tough-right.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/936346580941121375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/936346580941121375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/schools-bit-tough-right.html' title='school&apos;s bit tough, right?'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1749912691273545252</id><published>2009-09-08T17:48:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:05:11.337+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a midsummer night's dream play. :)</title><content type='html'>whew! it's august but i still remember what i have done last july 31. haha! i didn't have the chance to brag it out here on blog because of the tight sched i have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, we had performed some excerpts in the play "A Midsummer Night's Dream" by Shakespeare. hai. memories were still in my mind. everything about what the whole class had done in front of the executives, i mean teachers. haha! ok ok, back to the topic. i had my part in act 1, the funny part of the story. and the other funny part is that, oh my gosh, i played the role of Peter Quince! haha! Peter = boy, so a man role. whew! but sir nick told us to play what we need to play, and no regards of the gender. so play, that's it. haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are four scenes in the play. gladly, we had the second scene in the play. in that case, i'm not nervous anymore, except when i remember that i forget my lines. during our practice, we have to deliver our lines. so there are exchange of lines. i am the start of the scene and on my cue, everything starts. it feels so cold. why cold? due to nervousness. and at the same time, i almost forget all of my parts when it's my turn. woooo. it feels scary. sheeep. we have to do this. and i will not be the one to fail them. the teachers, sir nick, my classmates, myself. i can't deceive everybody because i do things wrong. and so i meditated for a bit, eventhough scared and nervous, relaxing is the best way to do to remove any ease. i did. and it worked. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we executed it. and alas! we made it. just a bit polishing, and we could make it perfectly. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1749912691273545252?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1749912691273545252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/midsummer-nights-dream-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1749912691273545252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1749912691273545252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/midsummer-nights-dream-play.html' title='a midsummer night&apos;s dream play. :)'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-7920844986334420757</id><published>2009-09-08T17:46:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T14:46:33.250+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='video'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='required'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='script'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='requirement'/><title type='text'>the vid. :) --just want to share. :P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;i discussed about cells for the vid. well, the vid is for my requirement for advanced biology for the 1st quarter. i just want to share the script. haha. :) i can't memorize things this long so instead of printing and posting this on the wall, i just read it from my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, anyway, the script and my blog may be almost the same. but it's just fine, because i made them. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here they are! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#000099;"&gt;Good day everyone. I just want to share information that I have learned when I had my biology class. Today, I will discuss the world of cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we know about cells? two things we basically know about them: it can be found in all living things and being the basic unit of life. it is the basic unit of life as it composes tissues, then tissues composes organs, and so on. it can be found in all living things. you can see each tiny microscopic organism that moves in living things through microscope. cell, that’s it. We sometimes ask, are bacteria and animal cells the same? of course, bacteria are different with animal cell. bacteria are the prokaryotic cells or the cells that have no true nucleus. on the other hand, animal cells are the eukaryotic cells or the cells that have true nucleus. not only animal cells are its example, but also plant cells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are many parts of the cell. three of them are the most basic parts: cell membrane, nucleus and cytoplasm. cell membrane acts as the protector or the barrier from foreign bodies to enter in the cell and holds the cell contents together. the nucleus is the control center or the brain of the cell. it dictates what to do inside the cell. while, cytoplasm is the the special environment inside the cell. other parts or organelles are too many. one of them is the ribosomes which act as the protein synthesizers in the cell. another is the mitochondrion (pl: mitochondria) that is the power house or the cell. then, Golgi apparatus is the next that is the packaging center in the cell. in addition, there is the lysosomes which is the cleaners of the cell as it cleans up the cell and at the same time, it is the suicidal bags of cell as it destroys unwanted bacteria. centrosomes are next on the line as they replace old structures with new ones. what’s next is the vacuoles or the water storage in the cell. last but not the least is the endoplasmic reticulum. endo’ reticulum are the channels that transport proteins. but this part are subdivided into two: smooth ER and rough ER. rough ER has ribosomes attached to it while smooth ER has none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if cell has many parts, nucleus has also parts. there includes nuclear membrane and nucleolus. nuclear membrane protects the nucleus, like the cell membrane. on the other hand, nucleolus handles the synthesis of the RNA or the ribonucleic acid that forms ribosomes. There. There are many more things to tackle all about cells. These are some of them, their basics. Well, until here for now. This is Frances Anne from 4A, signing off. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a bit long, i know. but it's just a script to be read so no need to worry. haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;the video itself is with my laptop. i'm kinda nervous with this vid so i can't upload it in YouTube™ so ouch. haha! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-7920844986334420757?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/7920844986334420757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/vid-just-want-to-share-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>well. it's been a long time since i had my last post here on my blog. haha! it's been two months. haha. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, here i am. now back as i type every letters that makes my blog updated again. haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, after getting much busy with stuff, i'm forming up a new blog entitled "biology. my way. ♥" for my requirement. i need this stuff for addditional grades! haha. :D anyway, this blog specifically discusses many biology stuff. haha! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-5357914427464234836?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/5357914427464234836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-to-be-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5357914427464234836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5357914427464234836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/09/good-to-be-back.html' title='good to be back. :)'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='1'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='july'/><title type='text'>a new life begins. :)</title><content type='html'>it's been long enough to miss out everything here, huh? haha!&lt;br /&gt;well maybe, yea. am sorry for it. haii. i just got busy with my school thinggies. :D haha~ i didn't expect my school life to be that high! but don't worry, i can now manage. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share something about being a senior. i. became a senior, official senior, last july 1st. not quite hard since i am present in school for around 3 years so it's not hard to catch the atmosphere. except for new faces of the school. new teachers. new classmate. new schoolmates. new environment, kinda. well. almost all became new into my fragile eyes. i though i would never encounter things like those all over again. haha! well, it is certainly wrong. i felt what it is like, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got amazed with the new aura of the place, it feels like it's more captivating than ever. haha! i personally thought before entering the school is that, this wicked place will never have a chance to bring back its bloom. perfectly, i was first right as it really vanished its beauty when everything seem to change as some go to seek their new lives at other schools. well. finally. it restores its chakra as it renovates and make a new start for the school year! they revived almost everything that we, students, thought that is not possible! hmpf. well. it senses another school year to be newest and most memorable than ever. *woohoo!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bluff. certain bluff. a game. not real. well, i'd rather be out and go away but i didn't. i told myself last school year that i won't be entering that school once again. but what parents always tell me that almost everything's free so go there. opportunity. that's it. they don't want to let go od such an opportunity. okay okay. i'll go. and i regretted of promising not to enter into that school, again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haii. life really change alot. it's just me who can't see it thoroughly. right? haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but anything that is new should also vanish its radiance through time. everybody will get used to everything around. err. they just need to accept it in their lives full-heartedly. i know everything gets older so okay, let it go old. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, business caught my nerves. as i enter the new life as a senior, new challenges and new life awaits me. so please, be part of it. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;*frances♥&lt;/span&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/6693272358777489184-2480784094774724591?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-6821072455537552633</id><published>2009-06-29T15:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T15:48:23.243+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='taste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='iced'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spicy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spoon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>hmp! spicy!</title><content type='html'>last night, i ate something that i don't really eat during the years passed in my life, the spicy ones! haha! i never imagined myself eating those things. err. spiced with the combined pepper and chili peppers. erm. too spicy! haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway. i thought it's hard to eat those stuff. i'm scared to eat those because of the early impressions that when i eat spicy, the sensation wouldn't off away. something like that. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when i tried, i thought i wouldn't go on with eating! it's too spicy and not ordinary for my taste buds to take. haha. :)) but i did! at first, i thought that the red pieces in my meal were not chili because it doesn't tgive the spicy sensation. but when i had my 4th spoon, hm. there it starts. i'm feeling it. but i went on, and then finished the meal. with the help of the large iced tea! woohoo! without the iced tea, i would terribly stop taking it! haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indeed, a "first" to remember. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-6821072455537552633?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/6821072455537552633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmp-spicy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6821072455537552633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/6821072455537552633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/hmp-spicy.html' title='hmp! spicy!'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1646589158496321429</id><published>2009-06-26T09:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T15:52:03.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>err. sheep! i hate it when there's no internet.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/03/83/6463830/1_669951371l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 600px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos.friendster.com/photos/03/83/6463830/1_669951371l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at our house. hm. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no internet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no cable&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. err! such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it's fine. i'll do something else. :P haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1646589158496321429?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1646589158496321429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/err-sheep-i-hate-it-when-theres-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1646589158496321429'/><link 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term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lawliet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='l'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>L vs. Kira **death note mania.!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://z.about.com/d/anime/1/0/4/B/detL01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 343px;" src="http://z.about.com/d/anime/1/0/4/B/detL01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://z.about.com/d/anime/1/0/4/B/detL01.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;properly&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;my reasoning capacities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;decrease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; by &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;50%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-L Lawliet, simply L.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/4441/kiragy4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/4441/kiragy4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;http://img45.imageshack.us/img45/4441/kiragy4.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Just as &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;planned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;-Yagami Light / Kira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-3446170095009955576?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/3446170095009955576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/l-vs-kira-death-note-mania.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3446170095009955576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/3446170095009955576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/l-vs-kira-death-note-mania.html' title='L vs. Kira **death note mania.!'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-8444142815676430301</id><published>2009-06-22T14:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T14:52:29.795+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='note'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='juicy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ryuk'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>* ryuk of death note comments about apples!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media-wallpapers.theotaku.com/caption-1400-20061122192218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 512px; height: 384px;" src="http://media-wallpapers.theotaku.com/caption-1400-20061122192218.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Apples&lt;/span&gt; from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;human&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;world&lt;/span&gt; are &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JUICY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ryuk, Death Note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;* addicted to death note. haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*credits to the one posted it. it's here: http://media-wallpapers.theotaku.com/caption-1400-20061122192218.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-8444142815676430301?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/8444142815676430301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/ryuk-of-death-note-comments-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8444142815676430301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/8444142815676430301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/ryuk-of-death-note-comments-about.html' title='* ryuk of death note comments about apples!'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-139548108810392323</id><published>2009-06-22T14:11:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T14:01:29.623+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture'/><title type='text'>joker. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/17894-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 450px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 338px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/17894-bigthumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/17894-bigthumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;http://static.desktopnexus.com/wallpapers/17894-bigthumbnail.jpg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;This &lt;/span&gt;is what happens&lt;br /&gt;when an &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;unstoppable&lt;/span&gt; force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moves an &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,204,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;unmovable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; object&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Joker, The Dark Knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;it does make sense, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*credits to ch3m1calK1tt3n of photobucket, for introducing this quote to me. :D i streamed through photobucket and i saw it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-139548108810392323?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/139548108810392323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/joker-d.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/139548108810392323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/139548108810392323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/joker-d.html' title='joker. :D'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-5162458574261874522</id><published>2009-06-20T11:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T12:02:53.121+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basketball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='generals'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eac'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tigers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='game'/><title type='text'>game. basketball.</title><content type='html'>err. have to go to class today. well. just fine. :) i will see my friends there. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, before going to my laptop, i passed by through our school, EAC-SHS. it makes me feel i am first year high school again as i see the same school, with new faces, and new things. err. i still have to wait because our classes will start on july 1, the latest class resumes. haii. it's tiring to wait. i have nothing to do, but only this. weeeee. haii.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, when i went there, i was really surprised with UST basketball varsity team is there. haha. :)) seems like a battle on the hard court. erm. little bit observant, i saw UST vs. EAC! woohoo! sounds fun. then i watched from the second quarter up to the last. haha. :)) i just saw it, i have no knowledge at all of the play, but i watched. it's my first time to watch a basketball match alone. so no side comments. just plain watch. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i am impressed with the drum and lyre band of the Generals [EAC] because they really made their best when it comes to cheering up the man down the court. haha! full force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but despite of the effort given by the band, the Generals lost their momentum, leading the Tigers [UST] to catch up more. besides their advantage in points, they gave their last full blast in the fourth quarter where the score leads to 60-84, in favor of the Tigers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, it's just a game. haha. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-5162458574261874522?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/5162458574261874522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/game-basketball.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5162458574261874522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5162458574261874522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/game-basketball.html' title='game. basketball.'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-9104817386844374670</id><published>2009-06-19T14:24:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:25:52.106+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='so'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='june'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='day'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='not'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>june 4. a not-so-nice day. =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;am so sad.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;june 4, 2009. a date to remember. not with a good memory. but a bad one. maybe this would be my most hated day of my life. i was really surprised of what happened within 5 pm and 6:30 pm of that day. gosh! i really got mad at this time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;well, here's what happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;we normally go to a mall for snacks before heading for home. on june 4, 2009, we had to eat snacks because of me, i really got hungry that time. well. anyway, when we went inside the mall, we ate in a fast food, [but not the jollibee or mcdo that what you've thought of.] a thai one. then, we just went to a store where we can buy dvds and i told my dad to buy me a dvd and he agreed. after buying the dvd, i hurriedly went back to our automobile, [or simply just car] to find the portable dvd and to put my umbrella back to my bag. as a surprise, my bag disapeared as if it was a bubble that has bursted with the tip of the safety pin. i told myself that maybe i'm just hallucinating and i'm just imagining that my bag wasn't there. so i find it four more times and then i've just told myself that it was already gone. with no reason, it fell to another hands without the owner's consent. the bag has a wallet, IDs, digital camera, a cellular phone and an envelope of important documents. well. we have nothing to do with those things anymore, because that person who has kleptomania, is sooper selfish and desperate to get that bag and it's with him now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;err. i just get carried away with what i said above.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;well. i just pray that whoever got my things will have karma and they will return what they got from us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;june 4. not so nice day. but i learned a lesson. not to leave valuable things in your car when you're going into somewhere and no one to look over them.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;haii. what an experience. well. let's look to the brighter side that no one get hurt during the incident. :)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;well. i'll miss that phone and camera. the phone has many memories. haii. but anyway, i have a new one. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-9104817386844374670?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/9104817386844374670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/june-4-not-so-nice-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/9104817386844374670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/9104817386844374670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='err'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strange'/><title type='text'>strange. err. i hate it!</title><content type='html'>i wonder why i feel this strange right now. i really don't know the reason but i suddenly felt nervousness in me. maybe just because i'm writing this right now. well. haii. i really don't know. i think i'm worried with someone, but who is that? no idea about it. all i know, i am really worried today. but no one knows to whom i am worried for. haii. this feeling is really really HARD. err. i don't want to have this feeling, again. haii. i felt this before and i am really traumatized with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me share this. one time, when i was doing something, my aura changed. my feelings were changed from up to down, and my jolliness was out. err. i hate it! it's kinda' hard to be like that. if i were you, what would you do? erm. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. after this sudden change, i need to be optimistic. haha. :)) and i need to be jolly all over again. isn't it strange? there's a person like me that has positive things in mind, despite of negative auras around? haha. :)) just now i've realized that everything in this world has its end. yet we don't know when, where, and how we are going to face it. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-174828759677741365?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/174828759677741365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange-err-i-hate-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/174828759677741365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/174828759677741365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/strange-err-i-hate-it.html' title='strange. err. i hate it!'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-1670758345032295</id><published>2009-06-19T13:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T13:57:07.004+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fun'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogspot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='e-mail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nice'/><title type='text'>the email service is fun! :D</title><content type='html'>whew! it's just nice to try thing that you barely do. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;i've tried the messaging service of blogger and whalla! the email popped out to shine in my blog! haha :)) i've been trying awhile ago but it didn't work because i typed the wrong email for here. well. it's my keyboard, not me. haha. :)) well. i think i'll do the email thing more often! haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;* xiaoxi. :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1670758345032295?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1670758345032295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/whew-its-just-nice-to-try-thing-that.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1670758345032295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1670758345032295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/whew-its-just-nice-to-try-thing-that.html' title='the email service is fun! :D'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-779803536895067301</id><published>2009-06-19T13:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:22:57.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='makeover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salon'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><title type='text'>plan for a makeover. ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;div style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;err. just planning for a makeover on the last day of june. haha. :)) i can't imagine the next day. erm. first day of july and i have my first class. if ever, my first day of makeover. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not my idea of having these specific treatments for my anorexic hair. duh. i didn't even think of taking care of it before. haha. does hair become anorexic? haha :)) well, back to the silly treatments. as i was saying, it's not me who thought of this. but my parents did. it's my first time for my hair to be really pampered to a set of hair stylists. hah! if i were before, then i would be traumatized by the amateur hairstylers. haha. :)) i used to have some treatments that when your hair has been straightened, then that's the time your hair gets frizzy and damaged more than ever. haha. :)) so i got traumatized with them. :x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well anyway. if i were to have my treatment, it would be rebonding to a korean hairstylist. why? i don't know. my mom told this before. when i had my haircut in that salon, she told the senior hairstylist that we will be back for another salon experience, this time it's rebonding. haha. :)) sounds awkward. well. maybe. but not for me. it's COOL! haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting excited about the silly treatment, ooops! not silly, but exciting. maybe this keyboard types the worng [wrong] words. haha. :)) well. looking forward to rebond! haha :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* maybe i got enough laughing sessions with this post. maybe i'll get an airy stomach later. err. it hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-779803536895067301?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/779803536895067301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-first-email-of-your-new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/779803536895067301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/779803536895067301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-is-first-email-of-your-new-life.html' title='plan for a makeover. ♥'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ONBIV58vfpE/Sj8Lo9Ddz4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/wM1RrgwFSXY/S220/yerp~-0024.edited.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6693272358777489184.post-5461327161288748079</id><published>2009-06-19T11:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T14:48:24.904+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hmm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='err'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='maybe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='animes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addicted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anime'/><title type='text'>animes. i'm addicted, maybe?</title><content type='html'>i'm really getting addicted with these anime! oh. it makes me feel like chasing a butterfly in the middle of the storm. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. this "addiction" may started when i start watching anime since i was little. err. i used to portray what they do, say their famous lines, before. i think these made me believe that even imagination can enter the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i mean is that i could do what they can do. i can have the super powers, the ability to do this and that, the stamina, and the skills they have. in my mind, imaginative things that barely happens in life flow. erm. let's see. just sharing. erm. before, when i was in my elementary days, i used to re-enact what they do in anime. like for example, i played the role of an imaginary role in the hit anime series naruto. i thought of being in the grounds where naruto and company are. in that sense, i just want one thing, to be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's just fine for a kid fanatic to portraying what he or she really want. i had my experience. haha. :)) no doubt. it's similarly like that. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;animes were made, i think, for letting the audience understand what something is. but in some instances, animes were thought of being brutal and something else. in short, being accused of the wrong way. but i understand them because i can sense what they really want to feed us. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, anime can express something in their own way and at the same time, it can influence people through their show. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know, i got these animes hot! so i got addicted with them. haha. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-5461327161288748079?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/5461327161288748079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/animes-im-addicted-maybe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5461327161288748079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/5461327161288748079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/animes-im-addicted-maybe.html' title='animes. i&apos;m addicted, maybe?'/><author><name>frances **</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10816588988663416194</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' 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type='html'>i'm getting sick of what they want in the government! err. it's just i can't understand what they really want, the domination, the money, the power or the service? eh? i really can't figure out what they really stand for when they are being interviewed by some broadcasters and let them tell where their side is! aw. whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i can understand one thing, they want to get the position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one concrete evidence to their ambition is to be in it. they run for the positions they want, like the executive, and legislative positions wherein the people have their guts to elect whomever they want for the certain job. but in other sense, they need to be qualified to have the job. politicians often say that they have "this" and they have "that", but no proof. well. it's just a matter of "sales talk" because they make their bait, while the fishes starts to be caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but some politicians are one-word. i mean, they show what they can show in order for the people to vote him or her. haii. i wish they are more politicians that are like this than the earlier type. erm. maybe some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other side, there are politicians that are known for being in show business, restaurants and other media. i don't know why they are getting elected but one thing is for sure, they are famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i've said earlier, it's either the position, the money, the power, or the service is what they want in their competition for glory and fortune. maybe a tiny chance that they could get what they want through luck, but most percentage goes to the certainties that if they are famous, something like that. hah. well. let's just see what they could bring in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in other cases, there are some politicians that even if they were accused for being corrupt, they do it for the sake of others. there maybe some instances why they've done it. but i'm pretty sure it's for a good cause. :) ok. back to the politicians. for an instance, a politician from the north was accused of being a corrupt when he reigned as one of the highest peak of the government in their province. but not only because he wants to gain money and glory, but also to help other people. :D what a good deed. ♥ he has a recreational park  to his baluarte and as a return, he lets the people in for free, no payment required. as long as you want to go in, you can. maybe aside from the park he has, the money he got from the government was also given as the salaries of the workers in there. how amazing, yet he was still accused as a corrupt and treated as a criminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all. what we all have right now is the courage to take what we want for our future. i mean, we have the chance to vote who we want for the upcoming elections. well. i have my pick, yet i have to hear them all as respect to other candidates and also to know who really suits in their desired position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah! well. i'm not to vote this election, but the next one. so i have the time to choose which of the politicians will i vote for the elections. let's see each other then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;- xiaoxi. :D ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1852764174827772037?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1852764174827772037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/shot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6693272358777489184/posts/default/1852764174827772037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='computer'/><title type='text'>whew!</title><content type='html'>what a day yesterday. i've been an addict. with internet. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;i felt something different with these blogs.. it makes me feel crazy everytime i don't publish my thoughts here. err. haha. :)) well anyway. it's just been the start of being an addict. i'm sure i'll be carrying this throughout the computer age. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* well. just a share of thought. it makes me happy when i do this everytime. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6693272358777489184-1228539484738170713?l=frances-anne15.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/feeds/1228539484738170713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://frances-anne15.blogspot.com/2009/06/whew.html#comment-form' 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