<?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-5012855</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:46:18.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Leap!</title><subtitle type='html'>Me? Versatile? I guess in one way or another... What you see isn't always what you get...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-108308231343198461</id><published>2004-04-28T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T00:16:25.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;the heart has its reason which &lt;br /&gt;reason knows nothing of...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the question here is, why am i in love? why does he continue to put this smile on my face...i really don't know.&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-108308231343198461?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108308231343198461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108308231343198461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108308231343198461' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-108094261112515013</id><published>2004-04-03T05:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T05:53:45.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;If you are a woman looking for a man to love, stand up. Go ahead! No one is looking. Stand up! If you are a man looking for a woman to love, stand up. &lt;/strong&gt;Don't let your ego get in the way. Stand up. Now look around. Open your heart and your mind and look. What do you see? Do you see too short? Too tall? Do you see lack of education? Or too much pride? Do you see fat? Thin? Do you see black? White? Do you see &lt;em&gt;another one, just like the other one?&lt;/em&gt; The one you tried it with before? Do you see too much money? Not enough money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are looking for a mate, rest assured there is someone, somewhere who is standing up right now looking for you! Perhaps you just can't see each other because of all the &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; you're looking for. Or maybe you can't find anyone because of all the &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; you refuse to look at!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until today, you may have been searching for a mate with all of the &lt;i&gt;right stuff&lt;/i&gt;. Just for today, broaden the parameters of your search. Open you heart and mind to all of the &lt;i&gt;stuff&lt;/i&gt; that is available, including some of the stuff you may have refused to look at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&gt;Got this from a book entitled, "Until Today..." by Iyanla Vanzant. It is a daily devotion book for spiritual growth and peace of mind. The one above is one of my favorites. I might be posting more next time...Til here. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-108094261112515013?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108094261112515013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108094261112515013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108094261112515013' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-108067465820031417</id><published>2004-03-31T03:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T03:30:16.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know that I'm carrying on, nevermind if I'm showing off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just frontin &lt;/em&gt;(you know I want ya babe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm ready to bet it all&lt;/em&gt;, unless you don't care at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you know I want ya &lt;/em&gt;(you should stop frontin babe)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahay. If only &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; knows. *wink*&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-108067465820031417?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108067465820031417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108067465820031417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108067465820031417' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-108041918106438061</id><published>2004-03-28T04:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T04:29:47.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be lonely for the rest of my life&lt;br /&gt;Unless you come around&lt;br /&gt;So come around&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Come Around, Rhett Miller&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Over time, I've building my castle of love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just for two, though you never knew you were my reason&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I've gone much too far for you now to say &lt;br /&gt;That I've got to throw my castle away&lt;br /&gt;And though the odds say improbable &lt;br /&gt;What do they know &lt;br /&gt;For in romance &lt;br /&gt;All true love needs is a chance &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And maybe with a chance you will find &lt;br /&gt;You too like I &lt;br /&gt;Overjoyed, over loved, over you, over you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- Overjoyed, Stevie Wonder&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-108041918106438061?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108041918106438061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/108041918106438061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108041918106438061' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107988406233957157</id><published>2004-03-21T23:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T23:56:24.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;LOVE is a game. &lt;br /&gt;Easy to start.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;comments???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107988406233957157?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107988406233957157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107988406233957157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#107988406233957157' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107978341999689767</id><published>2004-03-20T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T19:53:37.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Second Semester for SY 2003-2004 Has Ended.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usually, we'd feel excited for the long summer ahead. But even without sleep and (bath!), after taking the last exam of the day yesterday, I somehow didn't feel so excited. I felt empty. Next semester, we're all gonna be divided into three majors fields, meaning: We'd all be seperated. Especially the Bantayan Peeps. Maia, Canence, JR and I never wanted to go home yesterday. &lt;b&gt;I am definitely gonna' miss mah classmates!!!!&lt;/b&gt; Really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see yah peeps this summer!!! Bantayan nasad ta..Hehe. Miss yah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107978341999689767?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107978341999689767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107978341999689767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107978341999689767' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107927728753992896</id><published>2004-03-14T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T23:17:57.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Been long since I've blogged here...Have to make this short cuz I'm using Mitch's internet card...Maia and I are in his house, finishing our LOGIC Circuit Project. Damn, it's tiring...But I have to say, it's really fun. Now I'm  having doubts whether I should take up Imbedded Systems or Networking...Although Web Designing and Web Programming really interests me...I don't know. Still got the whole summer..right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one thing I am really thankful these days is the success of the Mr and Ms CompE Pageant which I organized together with Lory...I worked hard for it and it even caused me blisters on my feet. But I did have my dream come true...The outfits the candidates wore were designed by me and Lory...Hehe. Too bad the candidates took home most of accessories I was planning to keep...Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the school year is about to end... Good thing, I still have almost everything under control...And I made up with mah best friend!!! I was so worried we'd have that fight till I don't know...And yeah, I am finally over all the hurt I've been through with you know who...Hehe. Finally. It's about time naman sad...Diba???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to say anymore...Blog lang ko laterz...Na-night...:) mwahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107927728753992896?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107927728753992896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107927728753992896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107927728753992896' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107804213981222855</id><published>2004-02-29T16:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T16:11:50.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://spacefem.com/boyfriend/"&gt; &lt;img src="http://spacefem.com/boyfriend/6.gif" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took this quiz and I really don't know why..Hehe. I don't need boyfriend daw??? Yeah, maybe sometimes... Sometimes I do too... Which it explains it -- I am really complicated...Hehe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107804213981222855?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107804213981222855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107804213981222855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107804213981222855' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107763453917898399</id><published>2004-02-24T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T22:58:23.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a saying old, says that love is blind&lt;br /&gt;Still we're often told, "seek and ye shall find"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So i'm going to seek a certain lad i've had in mind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking everywhere, haven't found him yet&lt;br /&gt;He's the big affair i cannot forget&lt;br /&gt;Only man i ever think of with regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to add his initial to my monogram&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tell me, where is the shepherd for this lost lamb?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a somebody i'm longin' to see&lt;br /&gt;I hope that he, turns out to be&lt;br /&gt;Someone who'll watch over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a little lamb who's lost in the wood&lt;br /&gt;I know i could, always be good&lt;br /&gt;To one who'll watch over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Although he may not be the man some&lt;br /&gt;Girls think of as handsome&lt;br /&gt;To my heart he carries the key&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Won't you tell him please to put on some speed&lt;br /&gt;Follow my lead, oh, how i need&lt;br /&gt;Someone to watch over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(bridge)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell him please to put on some speed&lt;br /&gt;Follow my lead, oh, how i need&lt;br /&gt;Someone to watch over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone to watch over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;*wink*&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107763453917898399?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107763453917898399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107763453917898399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107763453917898399' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107618435176420979</id><published>2004-02-08T03:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T16:14:14.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It took me a while to blog since I just can't find a way to really get all these things cooped up inside me out...I'm slightly turning into an introvert nowadays...Slightly okay? So don't over-react..Hehe. But yeah, I've been learning to keep things to myself... Sometimes talking about stuff complicates things..Yah know what I mean? It's been getting difficult though cuz by keeping things to myself, I make myself immune to failed expectations and hurt and  I get insensitive... Been a real pessimist when it comes to &lt;b&gt;LOVE&lt;/b&gt; nowadays...Is that bad? I guess it is... I've recovered from all the pain I experienced but I'm still really really really scared of getting hurt again... That's why I refuse to believe in sweet gestures or convince myself that it was just nothing... Now, why am I talking about LOVE again? Cuz it's all over the place... With V-day coming and all... That day... Hahay, I kinda hate that day... If it weren't for my friends, I'd be sulking at home... As I tagged in Vanessa's tagboard, I kinda' miss having a boyfriend... Yeah, I do... and this time I miss it not because I want to be erased from the boyfriendless-list... I miss it not because I just want to have a boyfriend but I miss it because I miss being taken cared of and of course, taking care of someone... Maybe this year will be different for me... I don't know... That guy will come... I know. I just hope I won't be too insensitive to notice it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I&gt;"What's wrong with taking care of a woman? She takes of you..."&lt;/i&gt; --- Meet Joe Black, Man from the coffee shop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;ps. to that someone, i'm sorry if i'm lying low...just don't want to get hurt...after all, you'll just break my heart...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107618435176420979?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107618435176420979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107618435176420979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_02_08_archive.html#107618435176420979' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107457227287096708</id><published>2004-01-20T12:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T12:24:47.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SINULOG Evaluation&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia asked me if I went out for Sinulog...Here's mah answer:&lt;br /&gt;If attendance would be checked for Sinulog, then I would be perfect!Hehe. I never made plans with my friends before-hand...It just all happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Day:&lt;/b&gt; Or First Night --- Friday Night. I bumped into Winche in Ayala and found out that Bouvier is one of the finalists of the Vj Hunt for Studio 23. So I went to Vudu without any clear plans if my friends would there just so I could support mah fwend...It turns out, May-may and Ingrid's classmate, Rumel was one of the contestants(who won by the way..) Risty's cousin Cheska was also one of the finalists for the gurls side... So it was all good...My friends all turned out to be there. It's amazing really how small the world gets once you get older...And yeah, when you always go out...Friendster jud noh???Hehe. I didn't get to dance like the usual since the competition took most of the night's time...We were all quite disappointed even. But I still had fun...My outfit was great.Hehe. Went home around 3am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second Day:&lt;/b&gt; After my immersion, slept till 2pm and then went to join the procession for Sto. Nino..It was less tiresome this year since we just slipped in the procession by Sacred Heart School. So it was quite nearer to Sto. Nino...Went with my family and some relatives -- the usual. One thing I like about joining the Sinulog procession and mass is the &lt;b&gt;dancing of the Pit Senyor&lt;/b&gt;. I tell you it's one great street party out there!!! Fireworks, loud music, people sweating and dancing...Yes, chanting too: &lt;b&gt;"Pit Senyor!!!"&lt;/b&gt;. If you have enough faith, dancing could be a real pleasure..Plus, it takes off the strain on our feet for standing too long. With great faith in my heart, I danced the Pit Senyor while chanting and praying and yep, foolishly wishing for great things to happen. Won't tell you my wish though...Hehe. We all got home around 10pm and once I got home, I got dressed for my Sinulog Saturday night...Went to the Brix Party which by the way was one hell of a party!!! The DJ spinning was really good! And we were all crammed into this humid humid place, sweat dripping and not to mention, clothes starting to get loose…hehe. Went home around 5am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Third Day:&lt;/b&gt; Woke up around 2pm, got dressed and went to celebrate the Sinulog Mardigra… Transportation was scarce so we all travelled by foot from Ayala to Mango Square…Met with tha’ THUGS at Mango Square and started from there. I have the pics to prove it but wish I can upload em’… We walked around and took pictures...Partied a little at baseline and hUng out at Mabel and her cousins' room at Casa Rosario. By 11pm, we were all ready to party at Habib Nirvana...It was one great party!!!! We were standing by the speakers and I think my eardrums might have ruptured a bit...There was this ledge-dancing contest in which the prize was a trip for two to Boracay...Damn, if only I had the body...hehe. But then, I would have to be confused on who to bring in case I win...(Assuming noh???)Hehe...*wink* I went home around 330am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that was my Sinulog...Damn, my legs were hurting when I woke up the next morning and my voice got really hoarse...Hehe. It's all worth it!!! Can't wait till next year...My Mission? To make it more kick-ass than the last one...Haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107457227287096708?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107457227287096708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107457227287096708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107457227287096708' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107397263697613684</id><published>2004-01-13T13:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T13:46:23.700+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/dphenreckson/1049378241_Hmiddleearthelvish.jpg" border="0" alt="Elvish"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Elvish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/dphenreckson/quizzes/To%20which%20race%20of%20Middle%20Earth%20do%20you%20belong%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;To which race of Middle Earth do you belong?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee I'm &lt;b&gt;Elvish&lt;/b&gt;!!!! That means I get to be elbow to elbow with Legolas...Haha!!! I always wanted to be part of their race... They're really graceful and really good at a lot of things...When they walk they look they're floating...Actually when they do anything, they look like they're floating...And they're so full of wisdom!!! Damn...Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107397263697613684?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107397263697613684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107397263697613684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107397263697613684' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107375719769089393</id><published>2004-01-11T01:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-11T01:54:57.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read this somewhere...I think it was an email sent from Maia a year ago...I took out my fave line:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="CC0066"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There is nothing wrong with unrequited love&lt;/strong&gt;. It happens all the time. I won't delude you into thinking that if he can't love you back he is not worth it. In fact, believe that he is. He is worth it all: the headaches, the anxiety, the embarassment, etc. He is worth it because, like you, he needs others loving him. &lt;strong&gt;This sounds funny but the world is round for a reason. We are all part of a circle. If you love him and he loves someone else, just think of whom you're hurting by loving him. It's a cycle. Whose love are you not returning?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I think, who could that person be??? The person whom I'm not returning my love... Sometimes I think I'm doomed to a long time of loving a person without being loved the same way in return...Could that psych test be true??? When asked how many red and white roses I'd give that would compose 20 roses, I answered: "1 red rose and 19 white roses..." It actually meant that the 1 red rose is the guy's love for me(whoever he is) and that the 19 white roses is the extent of my love for him...How true could it be???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107375719769089393?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107375719769089393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107375719769089393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107375719769089393' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107349413459821014</id><published>2004-01-08T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T00:50:35.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SINGLE FRIENDS!!!! (and also me...): READ THIS!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Habits of Happily Single Girls &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Celebrate your Independence Day.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the year you free your mind from the shackles of shamed singleness. Make the commitment to be not merely content by truly happy. Flaunt your freedom, and set off those fireworks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wear your heart on your sleeve (or your neck, finger, wrist...).&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few words of empowerment, either your own or from people you admire, may be all you need to get you through those solo-time slumps when you're tempted to wallow in self-pity. Display it for all to see, and you could help some similarly solo girl get through her off-days too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carry pictures in your wallet of you at your craziest, happiest, most beautiful moments. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save the studio pictures of family albums and ID cards. Bring out the snaps of you in the school mascot's costume, you after a paintball game, you winning the track meet—mussed-up hair, dirty face, toothy grin and all! Share them with your friends, with pride! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ease up on the single-chick lit&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;While there are some gems out there, most of them tell you that you're Ms. Nobody until you've snagged your Mr. Somebody. "And they lived happily ever after" isn't the only way for a good story to end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Go boy-watching—but look more closely.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere beneath the "potential boyfriend" exterior is a real person with many—sometimes strange yet fascinating—things to share. Stop putting boys into the boyfriend box, and you'll pick up a few meaningful relationships that will last past the honeymoon stage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be selfish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday, you may have to skip the season finale of Alias to celebrate an anniversary or read a bedtime story. Until then, park that gorgeous behind in the comfiest chair, and hog a bowl of hot, buttery popcorn—guilt-free! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Learn to love.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love anyway? Imagine being in a relationship without first figuring out this all-important question... yikes! Look at couples you respect—your grandparents, your friends, your friends' parents (leave the romantic-comedy "role models" out, your love life won't be following a script)—and get your values and ideals straight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be open to change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singleness can suck when you get stuck in a rut. But the beauty of being single is that you can change your life without causing a commotion. Be a punk one day, a princess the next. Your friends may think you're crazy, but hey, as long as they love the new you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Date yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate your capacity to enjoy solitude. Take a vacation from the group, and venture out on your own once in a while. Go to your favorite coffee shop, and put your feet up on the extra seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be inspired.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time, the only imaginable future for girls was in front of a stove and behind a man. Now, more and more women are leading happy, fulfilled lives and showing that down the aisle isn't the only way to reach the top. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's actually really fun to be still single...I realized that. I get to do lots of stuff for myself. And I can do anything I want without anyone reprimanding me...Except my family though. Hehe. And commitment is too much of a hassle sometimes...Okay na nuon ang 'friends lang.' Haha!!!!!  I still miss that security and of course, the hugs and kisses...Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107349413459821014?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107349413459821014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107349413459821014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107349413459821014' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107285856508585957</id><published>2003-12-31T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T05:15:00.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#993399"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO MY FRIENDS WHO ARE..........&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.To My Friends Who Are...........&lt;strong&gt;SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a butterfly. &lt;strong&gt;The more you chase it, &lt;br /&gt;the more it eludes you&lt;/strong&gt;. But if you just let it &lt;br /&gt;fly, it will come to you when you  least&lt;br /&gt;expect it. Love can make you happy but often it &lt;br /&gt;hurts, but love's only special when you give it &lt;br /&gt;to someone who is really worth it. So take your &lt;br /&gt;time and choose the best.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.To My Friends Who Are.........&lt;strong&gt;NOT SO SINGLE&lt;/strong&gt;[what does this mean?hehe.]&lt;br /&gt;Love isn't about becoming somebody &lt;br /&gt;else's "perfect person." &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's about finding &lt;br /&gt;someone who helps you become the best person you &lt;br /&gt;can be&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.To My Friends Who Are......&lt;strong&gt;PLAYBOY/GIRL TYPE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never say "I love you"  if you don't care. &lt;strong&gt;Never &lt;br /&gt;talk about feelings if they aren't there&lt;/strong&gt;. Never &lt;br /&gt;touch a life if you mean to break a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Never look in the eye when all you do is lie. &lt;strong&gt;The &lt;br /&gt;cruelest thing a guy can do to a girl is to let &lt;br /&gt;her fall in love when he doesn't intend to catch &lt;br /&gt;her fall and it works both ways..&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.To My Friends Who Are............MARRIED&lt;br /&gt;Love is not about "it's your fault", but "I'm &lt;br /&gt;sorry" Not "where are you", but "I'm right here."&lt;br /&gt;Not "how could you", but "I understand."&lt;br /&gt;Not "I wish you were", but "I'm thankful you are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.To My Friends Who Are............ENGAGED&lt;br /&gt;The true measure of compatibility is not the &lt;br /&gt;years spent together but how good you are for &lt;br /&gt;each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.To My Friends Who Are............&lt;strong&gt;HEARTBROKEN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heartbreaks last as long as you want and cut as &lt;br /&gt;deep as you allow them to go&lt;/em&gt;.The challenge is not &lt;br /&gt;how to survive heartbreaks but to learn from &lt;br /&gt;them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.To My Friends Who Are............&lt;strong&gt;NAIVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to be in love: &lt;em&gt;Fall but don't stumble, be &lt;br /&gt;consistent but not too persistent,share and never &lt;br /&gt;be unfair, understand and try not to demand, and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;get hurt but never keep the pain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.To My Friends Who Are............POSSESSIVE&lt;br /&gt;It breaks your heart to see the one you love is &lt;br /&gt;happy with someone but it's more painful to know &lt;br /&gt;that the one you love is unhappy with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.To My Friends Who Are........&lt;strong&gt;AFRAID TO CONFESS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts when you break up with someone. It &lt;br /&gt;hurts even more when someone breaks up with you. &lt;br /&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;love hurts the most when the person you love &lt;br /&gt;has no idea how you feel&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.To My Friends Who Are......&lt;b&gt;STILL HOLDING ON&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sad thing about life is when you meet someone &lt;br /&gt;and fall in love,only to find out in the end that &lt;br /&gt;it was never meant to be and that you have&lt;br /&gt;wasted years on someone who wasn't worth it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If &lt;br /&gt;he isn't worth it now he's not going to be worth &lt;br /&gt;it a year or 10 years from now. Let go....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. TO ALL MY FRIENDS.......&lt;br /&gt;my wish for you is a man/woman whose love is &lt;br /&gt;honest, strong, mature, never-changing, &lt;br /&gt;uplifting, protective, encouraging, rewarding and &lt;br /&gt;unselfish.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just realized some of these messages are for me...hehe. A New Year, New life??? Nah, not really a new life but a new Chapter... I really don't know what's in store for me this year... I hope there will be less heartaches though...hehe. I had lots of that last year...And it wasn't at all fun...I know I've gotten smarter from past experiences but it's also astounding what love can do to you...So we don't really know. The past year has given me a share of pain yes, but also it has given me lots of laughter and happiness... I've gotten to know more friends...As in lots! If I celebrated my 18th birthday this year, I wouldn't know where to place all of them...Hehe.  And I also realized that a lot of people care for me...Cuz it's when you're crying your heart out that you know who and how many care for you...I've gotten really close to my li'l sis this year also...Mainly because it was this year that we started hanging out and going out together. My sis? Two years younger than me but has been through a lot also...She's one strong chick. I've gotten closer to my mom this year too... Sometimes, she's the only one I can talk to yah know... I'm really amazed at how much she knows what I'm thinking or feeling even if I don't say a thing... Sometimes, I'd just walk in the kitchen and sigh and she's ask me about that person I'm thinking about even if I never said a word to her...It just makes me smile...This year, I also thought I can't stand up anymore...There was a phase where I thought I was the weakest person...But I have my friends to thank for that. They never lost faith in me and helped me to get up and face the world again... And who couldn't forget my 'Martin-Depression' stage???? Hahahahahaha! I think all of you guys are witnesses to my craziness over that matter... But that was then, and I'm starting a new year...Hehe. And of course, last year was the year I was so low in my studies... I just hope this year, I won't be too lazy and would learn to get my butt off my laziness and work!!!!! hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what are you're &lt;strong&gt;realizations &lt;/strong&gt; and resolutions???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107285856508585957?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107285856508585957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107285856508585957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107285856508585957' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107273305660055126</id><published>2003-12-30T05:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T05:28:07.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 530am already and I'm still wide awake...I woke up at 430pm man sad gud today...hehe. Naglibog paman unta ko if I'm gonna' blog but then, what the heck, I have nothing else to do... By the way, my face is really slimy right now... I haven't taken a bath yet...hehe. Maybe I'll take a bath before I go to sleep...That is, if I can stand the cold water. Ggggrrr....It's really chilly. Hehe. I spent all day transforming a pair of jeans into a long skirt...Take note: I sewed it by hand using backstitch!!! Good thing for my rough hands..Hehe. You guys are gonna' see it in school one of these days...I am not wasting it by not wearing it...I spent too much time on it. I am definitely wearing it to school...Hehe. While sewing the skirt, I watched DVD's...Some of my favorite movies: 40 Days and 40 Nights, Ten Things I Hate About You and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days... So you can all pretty much picture me as being a slob today...Hehe. Woke up 430pm, ate late lunch, sat in front of the TV till 3am and now here I am, surfing the net.Hehe. I must say by the way, I'm wearing a tattered t-shirt and yeah, I'm starting to stink...Hehe. Lingaw lagi ko nako...Hehe. Disconnected naman sad ko from the world gud since naputlan nsad ko ako phone...Dako nasad bill. Mygani classes start next week na[not that I'm that excited since dghan jud kaayo homework...Grrrr...] so I can pay my bill by next week na. Hahay buhay...Bahala na dako bill as long as I can get in touch with my friends. I miss my friends na baya... Tha' THUGS, my friends in school... Best friends out there! Are you all still alive??? Hehe. Miss yah all... Gotta' go na oi, have to take a bath na... Oily na kaayo ako face...Hehe. Dghan nasad lamok diri, mahurot na ako paa...Dako paman hinuon...Hehe. Nytie-nyt peeps...mwah!=*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107273305660055126?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107273305660055126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107273305660055126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107273305660055126' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107251038155654607</id><published>2003-12-27T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T15:34:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;U&gt;MY LOVE ATTITUDE:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/U&gt;Nine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a sophisticated attitude that is also &lt;br /&gt;generous and considerate. &lt;strong&gt;Your responsible, &lt;br /&gt;charitable nature may find you attracting&lt;br /&gt;guys/gals who want someone to confide in or who &lt;br /&gt;makes them feel secure&lt;/strong&gt;. At a very young age, &lt;br /&gt;you developed the type of  personality that makes&lt;br /&gt;others feel safe and protected. You will carry &lt;br /&gt;these qualities into your adult years and, down the &lt;br /&gt;road, you'll be a good mom/dad because of&lt;br /&gt;them. On the negative side, you can be argumentative &lt;br /&gt;and overly emotional, and you usually &lt;strong&gt;possess &lt;br /&gt;a temper that can make everyone run for cover&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You like the kind of guy/gal who is responsible and&lt;br /&gt;impeccably dressed and has gorgeous eyes and a &lt;br /&gt;great body&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Charm, wit and (of course) brilliance &lt;br /&gt;could make him the perfect guy/gal for you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So true, so true...Especially the bold lines...Hehe. (What can you say guys???) Got this at friendster. If you guys have friendster, check your own love attitude out...It can be found in your bulletin boards...Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107251038155654607?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107251038155654607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107251038155654607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107251038155654607' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107243870688841309</id><published>2003-12-26T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T19:53:38.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; 1. looks or charm? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; charm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 2. love that never was or love that could've been?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; a love that could've been...damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 3. end up with a person who has everything you &lt;br /&gt;           want and looking for, or end up with someone you &lt;br /&gt;           totally connect with?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; someone i can totally connect with of course!!! we always set certain&lt;br /&gt;       qualities for the right person to love but in the back of our minds,&lt;br /&gt;       the right person will always be the exception...right?	&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 4. be with a person you have lots in common &lt;br /&gt;with, or someone with a different personality &lt;br /&gt;from you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; not really someone i have lots in commong with but someone who&lt;br /&gt;       thinks so like me...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 5. an inner bad boy/girl or an inner good &lt;br /&gt;boy/girl?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; an inner good boy of course wit an exterior bad boy effect! damn, if &lt;br /&gt;       he's an inner bad boy, he might kill me or something.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 6. smart or funny?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; i'd have to answer smart AND funny.. smart but not boring.. funny but not&lt;br /&gt;       clumsy-stupid-funny... GET IT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 7. a person more adventurous or a person more &lt;br /&gt;   laid-back?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; adventurous off course...i get bored easily.. i need to move!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 8. think first before falling in love; or fall &lt;br /&gt;   in love first, think later?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; before, it was fall in love first, think later...&lt;br /&gt;       but that was before.. now i think before i fall in love.. damn, love hurts!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 9. give up everything for love or give up love &lt;br /&gt;   to live your dreams?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   --&gt; i once gave up love to live my dreams..but what's with dreams if u don't have&lt;br /&gt;       someone to share it with??? but then again, we're all still young.. let's &lt;br /&gt;       dwell on 'right now'.. at least that's what i do.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 10. when you found someone you love; would you &lt;br /&gt;    get into a relationship with that person knowing &lt;br /&gt;    for sure it wouldn't last, or just be friends &lt;br /&gt;    with them so that he/she will always be there?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; i'm a risk-taker...but damn, i'd be scared to lose that person...&lt;br /&gt;        can i just cheat and say, "fate will decide"??? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 11. when it comes to love, do you surrender to &lt;br /&gt;    fate or break away from fate?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; i definitely surrender to fate...read my previous answer please..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 12. what attracts you most; a person your family &lt;br /&gt;    likes, or a person your family hates?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; the attraction is BY ME.. so my attraction doesn't really matter if my family likes&lt;br /&gt;    him or not..although it matters with my relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 13. meet "the one" at first love or have other &lt;br /&gt;    relationships before finally meeting "the one"?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; i thought i met him..."thought" as in, i don't think so anymore.. but yeah,&lt;br /&gt;        i wanted to have other relationships first before reaching that age where&lt;br /&gt;        im sure we'll end up together... but then, if he's the one... the real one, he'll&lt;br /&gt;        come no matter what right??? at first love or after relationships...&lt;br /&gt;        we just know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 14. would you fall for someone you can't have, &lt;br /&gt;    or forget about it and distance yourself from &lt;br /&gt;    him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; the beauty of falling in love is found in the verb itself... you just FALL! &lt;br /&gt;        so you can distance from it but you can never forget about it.. love just &lt;br /&gt;        hits you and it'll chase you around like a sick puppy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 16. when someone you totally don't have feelings &lt;br /&gt;    for is into you, would you give him/her  a &lt;br /&gt;    chance or not?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; it depends really..i don't wana say yes and then find someone in front of&lt;br /&gt;        me i don't really like and have to say yes to him.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 17. do you believe true love last forever or &lt;br /&gt;    true love's forever is whatever length of time &lt;br /&gt;    you get to spend together?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; forever is forever... this is a stupid question...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 18. believe in marriage or not?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; yup yup yup...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 19. find love or wait for love?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; be open for love... that's more like it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 20. would you settle for someone or continue to &lt;br /&gt;    wait for someone that might never come?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; never settle... it would be unfair for him and for me.. im optimistic, &lt;br /&gt;          that one person will come...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 21. seek approval of important people in your &lt;br /&gt;    life before you marry someone, or it's your &lt;br /&gt;    decision and your decision alone if you're going &lt;br /&gt;    to marry him/her?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; of course i'll seek approval! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 22. in your relationships, who usually does the &lt;br /&gt;    breaking up [the rejection, the ditching, the &lt;br /&gt;    turning down], the other person or you?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; in my past relationships, MEH... but im not proud of it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; 23. making a commitment: easy or hard?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    --&gt; it's not really hard but its really SCARY... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Musta man inyo Christmases??? I hope you all had great Christmases... I know some of us didn't have a really merry Christmas but hey, I'm glad you're still hanging on... I'm here for yah, aight??? Anyway, my Christmas was great... The great thing about it is I spent it well with my family... And yes, friends... Tha' THUGS haven't seen each other yet but watch out mo, laag nya mi one of these days... To my classmates diay, kinda' gubot gamay ang party but I know you all had fun... I did.Hehe. See yah this January... Mwah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps 1- Busog pa kaayo ko till now.... Since Christmas Eve pa ni... hehe. Workout jud ko dayon ig-         balik ba... Don't be surprise when you see me all puffy and yes, cuddly this &lt;br /&gt;         coming January...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;    2 - Did I tell you guys that I miss you all???? Miss yah...Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107243870688841309?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107243870688841309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107243870688841309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107243870688841309' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107179028867762312</id><published>2003-12-19T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T07:36:40.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;IT HURTS...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to let go of a person you've just learned to &lt;br /&gt;love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- reminiscing the good times you've shared &lt;br /&gt;together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shielding your heart to love somebody &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- trying to hide what you really feel &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- trying to hide the tears that involuntarily &lt;br /&gt;fall from your eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- loving a person too much &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;giving up of someone you never thought of &lt;br /&gt;giving up &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having the right love at the wrong time &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taking the risk to fall in love again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hiding your relationship from someone else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- controlling your feelings to avoid hurting a &lt;br /&gt;   friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;thinking of him/her every waking and sleeping &lt;br /&gt;   moments knowing all the while that (s)he never &lt;br /&gt;   even thinks a single thought of you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letting go, because everytime you see the &lt;br /&gt;   person, you only fall deeper &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;holding back only to find out when it's too &lt;br /&gt;   late, you both felt the same way, but were only &lt;br /&gt;   scared to lose each other so much that you &lt;br /&gt;   didn't let the feelings out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[*nence, will this happen to me????]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;falling in love with someone you didn't mean &lt;br /&gt;   to fall in love with &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- finding the guy/girl... with only one &lt;br /&gt;   problem... (s)he doesnt love you... the way you &lt;br /&gt;   want him/her to... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- helping the one you love "make ligaw" to your &lt;br /&gt;   friend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;i&gt;seeing the one you love crying for someone &lt;br /&gt;   else &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the WAITING also hurts like hell &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having to hear... "I've met someone!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- agreeing to his/her wish to just be friends &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- asking his/her freedom back because (s)he'd be &lt;br /&gt;   happier with him/her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;asking you to "forget that everything that &lt;br /&gt;   happened" and be "normal" friends again &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hearing that you're treated as a little sis or &lt;br /&gt;   kuya &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sharing his/her future plans with the girl/guy &lt;br /&gt;   with you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- you stopped being friends because his/her &lt;br /&gt;   GF/BF asked him/her to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being denied infront of people &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- telling you lies where (s)he'd been when &lt;br /&gt;   actually (s)he was with a "new" friend or an old &lt;br /&gt;   flame &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (s)he told you (s)he'd be leaving you to &lt;br /&gt;   return to her/his EX, (the one she/he left for &lt;br /&gt;   you) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;breaking someone's heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fighting for that one thing thst would make &lt;br /&gt;   you happy, that is, holding on to a person who &lt;br /&gt;   can not guarantee you his/her commitment unless &lt;br /&gt;   he/she fix himself/herself...then, you are left &lt;br /&gt;   hanging at the moment.. then (s)he says, "time &lt;br /&gt;   will tell... ang labo lang nya"... but you still &lt;br /&gt;   decide to hope and trust in him/her &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;pretending you're okey when inside you're &lt;br /&gt;dying... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretending to be strong and recognizing your &lt;br /&gt;weakness &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- lying in bed each night, thinking of that &lt;br /&gt;   special person you can never have.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;being with someone you can't actually have &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pretending &lt;/strong&gt;you dont love a person whom you &lt;br /&gt;   really love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- being in love [i don't agree wit this...being in love is the greatest!!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;letting go even if you really dont want to... &lt;br /&gt;   having no right to say you are hurting because &lt;br /&gt;   it was your decision &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;[hmmn, this sounds familiar...damn!!! hehe.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- having the courage to say I LOVE YOU to the &lt;br /&gt;   person you love and find out afterwards that &lt;br /&gt;   things will never be the same again &amp; (s)he &lt;br /&gt;   doesnt treat you with the same closeness as &lt;br /&gt;   before &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;having to face the fact that someone is &lt;br /&gt;   capable of completely destroying the wall you &lt;br /&gt;   have created for yourself, leaving you weak and &lt;br /&gt;   vulnerable &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;admitting that you love someone despite the &lt;br /&gt;    imperfections &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finding out that the more you try to hate the &lt;br /&gt;    person, the more you end up loving him/her even &lt;br /&gt;    more than before &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- realizing how stupid your mistakes were that &lt;br /&gt;    led to your break-up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- at a thought of this person you really love &lt;br /&gt;    and loves you back equally well, kaso you didn't &lt;br /&gt;    give enough kaya (s)he gave up on you na &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sharing the one you love with somebody else &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- making a promise...and realizing that when the &lt;br /&gt;    time has come for that promise should be kept... &lt;br /&gt;    the commitment is no longer there... it's over &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the hardest thing about love -- believing it &lt;br /&gt;    exist &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After you've been hurt... learning to forgive, &lt;br /&gt;l   ove and trust again &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---- &lt;strong&gt;But the hardest thing is to learn to love &lt;br /&gt;        yourself, which we always forgot to.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys, tell me what hurts you the most[TAG PLEASE..]... Then we can get over it!!!! Hehe. SMILE people!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107179028867762312?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107179028867762312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107179028867762312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107179028867762312' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107157902898373631</id><published>2003-12-16T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T20:51:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/donarepa/1066765692_urningquiz.JPG" border="0" alt="burning"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your soul is bound to the &lt;b&gt;Burning Rose&lt;/b&gt;: The&lt;br&gt;Rapture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I go where my heart beckons me, and I go&lt;br&gt;with my head high.  But sometimes, I get a need&lt;br&gt;until I bleed so my heart swims above my&lt;br&gt;head."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Burning Rose is associated with passion,&lt;br&gt;intensity, and desire.  It is governed by the&lt;br&gt;god Eros and its sign is The Flame, or Physical&lt;br&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Burning Rose, you can get lost in the moment&lt;br&gt;if you let yourself.  You are a very physical&lt;br&gt;person, be it in relationships, work, or play.&lt;br&gt;You may be driven by your hormones sometimes,&lt;br&gt;but you know it's because you have to follow&lt;br&gt;your instinct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/donarepa/quizzes/What%20Rose%20Is%20Your%20Soul%20Bound%20To%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Rose Is Your Soul Bound To?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maia and I have the same results...hehe. It's almost Christmas. And so far I have no complaints...(except maybe my carelessness during 2 of our exams last monday...grrr.)  I mean, I have no complaints with how life has been treating me... I still have this smile on my face... It's easier putting on a smile, don't you people agree??? &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Smile though you're heart is aching..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107157902898373631?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107157902898373631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107157902898373631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107157902898373631' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107112946765633400</id><published>2003-12-11T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T15:58:52.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hurt Before&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Corrs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's a girl in a world&lt;br /&gt;She's moving as fast as she goes&lt;br /&gt;Loves her mum and her dad&lt;br /&gt;The only secure that she knows&lt;br /&gt;But at night she's alone&lt;br /&gt;She's dreaming of somebody new&lt;br /&gt;Her someone for to hold&lt;br /&gt;She's praying the dream will come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Show me, show me how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Help me, be brave&lt;br /&gt;For love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Show me, tell me how&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a pain in her heart&lt;br /&gt;She's trying so hard to unwind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes her cry in the night&lt;br /&gt;When visions so real make her blind&lt;br /&gt;Wants to break through the fear&lt;br /&gt;Erasing the scars from within&lt;br /&gt;Start a new kind of being&lt;br /&gt;She's down and she's praying again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Show me, show me how&lt;br /&gt;Help me, be brave&lt;br /&gt;For love&lt;br /&gt;Show me the way&lt;br /&gt;Show me, tell me how&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You see she's&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the roller coaster world&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stepping outside with body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Taking whatever future holds&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the roller coaster world&lt;br /&gt;Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know we've all been hurt before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Violin Solo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see she's&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the roller coaster world&lt;br /&gt;Stepping outside with body and soul&lt;br /&gt;Taking whatever future holds&lt;br /&gt;Turning the key, unlocking the door&lt;br /&gt;Embracing the roller coaster world&lt;br /&gt;Take it in stride, you're just twenty-five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know we've all been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;We've all been hurt before&lt;br /&gt;See you're not alone, no&lt;br /&gt;You're not alone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107112946765633400?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107112946765633400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107112946765633400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107112946765633400' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107096108510934743</id><published>2003-12-09T17:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T17:12:27.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;PUBLIC APOLOGY???&lt;/strong&gt; What is this supposed to be??? You might ask... Well, as u may have noticed, due to the whirpool of activities we've been into... I've sorta been really moody... One moment I'm smiling...the next minute, I'm as hot-tempered as hell. (Not really hell right guys???) hehe. So again, I'm really sorry... okay??? Forgive me already... I'm not that bad..hehe. Maybe it's cuz red-tide is coming... Hormones, hormones, hormones... Or maybe I'm just bothered wit something... Bear with me aight??? Love you all!!!! hehe. *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107096108510934743?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107096108510934743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107096108510934743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107096108510934743' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107062455310854364</id><published>2003-12-05T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T19:43:30.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Here are a few reasons &lt;br /&gt;why guys like girls: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. They will always smell good even if its just shampoo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The way their heads always find the right spot on our shoulder &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. How cute they look when they sleep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The ease in which they fit into our arms &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The way they kiss you and all of a sudden everything is right in the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. How cute they are when they eat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. The way they take hours to get dressed but in the end it makes it all worth while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Because they are always warm even when its minus 30 outside &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The way they look good no matter what they wear &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The way they fish for compliments even though you both know that you think she's the most beautiful thing on this earth &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. How cute they are when they argue &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. The way her hand always finds yours &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. The way they smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. The way you feel when you see their name on the call ID after you just had a big fight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. The way she says "lets not fight anymore" even though you know that an hour later.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. The way they kiss when you do something nice for them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. The way they kiss you when you say "I love you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Actually ... just the way they kiss you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. The way they fall into your arms when they cry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Then the way they apologize for crying over something that silly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. The way they hit you and expect it to hurt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Then the way they apologize when it does hurt. (even though we don't admit it)! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. The way they say "I miss you" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. The way you miss them &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;b&gt;The way their tears make you &lt;br /&gt;want to change the world &lt;br /&gt;so that it &lt;br /&gt;doesn't hurt her anymore..... &lt;br /&gt;Yet regardless &lt;br /&gt;if you love them, &lt;br /&gt;hate them, &lt;br /&gt;wish they would die &lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;know that you would die &lt;br /&gt;without them ... &lt;br /&gt;it matters not. &lt;br /&gt;Because once in your life, &lt;br /&gt;whatever they were to the world &lt;br /&gt;they become everything to you. &lt;br /&gt;When you look them in the eyes, &lt;br /&gt;traveling to &lt;br /&gt;the depths of their souls &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;you say a million things &lt;br /&gt;without trace of a sound, &lt;br /&gt;you know that your own life &lt;br /&gt;is inevitable consumed &lt;br /&gt;within the rhythmic beatings &lt;br /&gt;of her very heart. &lt;br /&gt;We love them for a million reasons, &lt;br /&gt;No paper would do it justice. &lt;br /&gt;It is a thing not of the mind &lt;br /&gt;but of the heart. &lt;br /&gt;A feeling. &lt;br /&gt;Only felt. &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107062455310854364?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107062455310854364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107062455310854364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107062455310854364' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107054067090010348</id><published>2003-12-04T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T20:25:26.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt; I see: &lt;/b&gt; opportunities..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I need:&lt;/b&gt;  to work my ass off..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I want:&lt;/b&gt;  to really pay my phone bill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I have:&lt;/b&gt;  a great family and great friends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I love:&lt;/b&gt;  him??? who's he??? hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I hate:&lt;/b&gt;  waking up early in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I miss:&lt;/b&gt;  him..[guess..]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I fear:&lt;/b&gt;  God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I feel:&lt;/b&gt;  happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I hear:&lt;/b&gt;  encouragment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I smell:&lt;/b&gt;  his scent?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I crave:&lt;/b&gt;  him.. hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I search:&lt;/b&gt;  for something that'll complete me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I wonder:&lt;/b&gt;  what will become of my life..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; I regret:&lt;/b&gt;  having not made the choice sooner..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When was the last time you.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Smiled?:&lt;/b&gt;  These days, i try to smile no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Laughed?:&lt;/b&gt;  30 minutes ago..with my mom..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Cried?:&lt;/b&gt;  last week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Bought something?:&lt;/b&gt;  yesterday..dangling star earrings..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Danced?:&lt;/b&gt;  last saturday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Were sarcastic?:&lt;/b&gt;  this morning..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Kissed someone?:&lt;/b&gt;  2 months ago??? damn..hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Talked to an ex?:&lt;/b&gt;  last sunday night..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Watched your favorite movie?:&lt;/b&gt;  last week --tuesday..jerry mcguire..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Had a nightmare?:&lt;/b&gt;  a few nights ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last book you read:&lt;/b&gt;  harry potter book four.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last movie you saw:&lt;/b&gt;  new movie??? matrix revolutions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last song you heard:&lt;/b&gt;  officially missing you..*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last thing you had to drink:&lt;/b&gt;  water..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last time you showered:&lt;/b&gt;  15 minutes ago..i was dyeing my hair..it was cold!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Last thing you ate:&lt;/b&gt;  smoked fish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Smoke?:&lt;/b&gt;  no! never..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do drugs?:&lt;/b&gt;  nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sleep with stuffed animals?:&lt;/b&gt;  definitely..hehe. i have lots of em'.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boyfriend/girlfriend?:&lt;/b&gt;  none at the moment..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have a dream that keeps coming back?:&lt;/b&gt;  yup yup yup..and i was flying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Play an instrument?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..my voice..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe there is life on other planets?:&lt;/b&gt;  i guess so.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Remember your first love?:&lt;/b&gt;  i remember it clearly..that tingly feeling in ur stomach. all of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Still love him/her?:&lt;/b&gt;  maybe..yes..no..hmmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Read the newspaper?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..and i start at the back portion..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have any gay or lesbian friends?:&lt;/b&gt;  yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe in miracles?:&lt;/b&gt;  definitely!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe it's possible to remain faithful forever?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..if he's the right one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Consider yourself tolerant of others?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..sometimes..especially when they're really&lt;br /&gt;                                                             sweet to me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Consider love a mistake?:&lt;/b&gt;  love should never be a mistake..no matter how much pain &lt;br /&gt;                                            it brings, we still can't stop smiling about it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Like the taste of alcohol?:&lt;/b&gt;  vodka cruiser is yummy..so is smirnoff..so is margarita..&lt;br /&gt;                                     definitely tequila rose! red horse is yucky but there's no &lt;br /&gt;                                     other choice..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have a favorite candy?:&lt;/b&gt;  gummy bears..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe in astrology?:&lt;/b&gt;  kinda..i'm a leo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe in magic?:&lt;/b&gt;  magic??? hmmm..i'm trying my best to still believe in it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe in God?:&lt;/b&gt;  of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Pray?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..everytime i'm happy..everytime something is bothering me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Go to church?:&lt;/b&gt;  every sundays and holidays!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have any secrets?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..who doesn't have any secrets???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have any pets?:&lt;/b&gt;  i used to have a pet dog named, chad..i miss him..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have any piercings?:&lt;/b&gt;  yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have any tattoos?:&lt;/b&gt;  nope but i'd like to have one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Hate yourself?:&lt;/b&gt;  i used to..but why should i hate myself now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have an obsession?:&lt;/b&gt;  yup..hats!!! hehe. and yeah, music..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have a secret crush?:&lt;/b&gt;  yup yup yup..nobody knows about it..i shouldn't tell you.. it's&lt;br /&gt;                                      supposed to be a secret..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Do they know yet?:&lt;/b&gt;  nope..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Collect anything?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..hats..mugs..beannie babies..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have a best friend?:&lt;/b&gt;  yup!!! the THUGS! and two other guy friends but apple is my &lt;br /&gt;                                     bestest friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Wish on stars?:&lt;/b&gt;  foolishly, yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Like your handwriting?:&lt;/b&gt;  i'm damn proud of it..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Have any bad habits?:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..pulling out my hair..hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Care about looks?:&lt;/b&gt;  kinda..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Boy/girlfriend's looks?:&lt;/b&gt;  nope..ally mcbeal once said,'we always have certain qualifications &lt;br /&gt;            for the person to love but we all know that the right one will always be the exception..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe in witches?:&lt;/b&gt;  not really! but I love the Charmed ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe in Satan:&lt;/b&gt;  yes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Believe in ghosts?:&lt;/b&gt;  yeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107054067090010348?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107054067090010348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107054067090010348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107054067090010348' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107046309583004065</id><published>2003-12-03T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:52:30.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;NEW TEMPLATE.&lt;/strong&gt; since everyone else is changing their templates, might as well change mine...besides, my site needs a makeover.. i should be more upbeat..and use light colors.. the template is entitled, &lt;b&gt;"This Girl is In LOve..."&lt;/b&gt; Am I in love??? I wish...hehe. People have been saying last Monday that I look blooming...Wonder what could make them think that..hehe. Maybe it's because I've realized that life is too short to make it complicated...[or maybe it's cuz I used mom's moisturizer..hehe.]  I try not to complicate things these days... When things are not meant to be compicated, why make ways to complicate them??? We should be thankful right?? *wink*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still going to make changes with this template...As you can all see, my links now look normal...And you know me, I want some things to be beyond normal...hehe. [hey, some of my close friends accept me for my weirdness...] the server is really slow and my neck is hurting already... Better get updated for the new look of ipaythug.blogspot.com...smooches!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107046309583004065?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107046309583004065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107046309583004065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107046309583004065' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-107027983846222357</id><published>2003-12-01T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:00:43.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size="6"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WOMEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;BEHIND EVERY SUCCESSFUL WOMAN IS HERSELF&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;A WOMAN IS LIKE A TEA BAG... YOU DON'T KNOW HOW STRONG SHE IS UNTIL &lt;br /&gt;            YOU PUT HER IN HOT WATER&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;COFFEE, CHOCOLATE, MEN. SOME THINGS ARE JUST BETTER RICH&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;DON'T TREAT ME ANY DIFFERENTLY THAN YOU WOULD THE QUEEN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;I'M OUT OF ESTROGEN And I HAVE A GUN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;WARNING: I HAVE AN ATTITUDE AND I KNOW HOW TO USE IT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;OF COURSE I DON'T LOOK BUSY... I DID IT RIGHT THE FIRST TIME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;DO NOT START WITH ME. YOU WILL NOT WIN&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;ALL STRESSED OUT AND NO ONE TO CHOKE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;I CAN BE ONE OF THOSE BAD THINGS THAT HAPPENS TO BAD PEOPLE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;HOW CAN I MISS YOU IF YOU WON'T GO AWAY?&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            [haha...so true..am i right       gurls???]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;DON'T UPSET ME! I'M RUNNING OUT OF PLACES TO HIDE THE BODIES&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;And last but not least: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; &lt;b&gt;IF YOU WANT BREAKFAST IN BED, SLEEP IN THE KITCHEN&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;            [hehe...kaluoy sad sa guy oi...]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-107027983846222357?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107027983846222357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/107027983846222357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107027983846222357' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106839606502518411</id><published>2003-11-09T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T22:57:24.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="5" color="#FF2B80"&gt;&lt;u&gt;THE LAST HURRAH!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF62A0"&gt;Imagine going home, 5am just when the sun is about to rise... The clouds are painted with sheer orange and pink hues... And the air had this cold, comforting feel. It feels as though you're the only person in the whole world. That's exactly what I did...exactly what I saw...and exactly what I felt. I felt I was in another dimension. Moving about while half the world is asleep in their beds. I don't know how many people get to experience that. I can't forget the view as we passed by the overpass/bridge and I could see the clouds ahead with its silver lining. I remember I took a deep breath, smiled and thought to myself, "I'm happy..."&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF6699"&gt;It was my last official weekend before classes officially start. Call it, "Our Last Hurrah..." It was a night I didn't quite expect though. I spent the whole Saturday without any clear plans of going out. Spent half the day asleep since mom and I slept 4am because we both couldn't sleep and we decided to watch Ocean's Eleven on DVD. I awoke up around 3pm. My sister and I went out to shop for some things and I came home by 7pm. Rizah called and confirmed to me that indeed we would be going out... I was thinking that that night I would be satisfied with just playing tong-its with them or mahjong perhaps... I was also thinking about going with Deanne and the rest of the peeps to Mountain View. But, yeah Rizah and I haven't been together since like forever so I said yes to her... Unfortunately Mabel couldn't join us. So it turns out, it was only Rizah and me. I don't really know what will become of our night out since I know all the peeps are at South Recla, enjoying themselves at the sight of cars in very high speeds. Me, I just couldn't find myself to enjoy such things -- plus really arrogant people by their cars. Boging, Ingrid, Yog and Madel went their and I decided out...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF99CC"&gt;I was right... There weren't too many people at Brix that night, though it was already almost 12mn when we got there. But I couldn't bring myself to frown. It was my choice to stick to my plan. Good thing, it rained around 12mn and people from the Drag race came to Brix. It was different that night. The usual people weren't there namely Kevin, Champ and the rest of our "Brix colleagues..." And I wasn't with the usual people too... (Miss you Nunie..) But still I had fun... I met a few people and got re-acquainted with old classmates. I was sorry to find out they thought I was "arte" that's why we were silent when I first got there... I broke the barrier and yes, we had fun... I certainly don't mind hanging out with those people again. (They were classmates of Rizah at CDC...) I was smiling all night.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#FF2B80"&gt;Rizah and I got to talking around 4am while were were waiting for a slight sign that the sun was coming up... We decided we don't want to end our night (which we eventually had to...). We talked mostly about details she's missed about me... How my life went while she was at CDC, really busy. Yes, we got to talking about my love life. And a thought dawned on me, I am quite satisfied right now. I just realized I don't need a boyfriend as of the moment to really complete me...(although I won't mind one in case one comes tumbling along...) But yeah, I'm not in a hurry... I realized how I've grown up in the past year. And how much I have to be thankful for. A Great Family. Great Friends.&lt;/font&gt;   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106839606502518411?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106839606502518411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106839606502518411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106839606502518411' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106813882157215856</id><published>2003-11-07T01:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T01:15:50.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#FF802B"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. IF YOU COULD BUILD YOUR HOUSE ANYWHERE, WHERE &lt;br /&gt;WOULD IT BE?? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Greece!!! it's my dream place...but facing reality, i'd&lt;br /&gt;      like to build a house beside one of the beaches here in&lt;br /&gt;      Cebu -- Bantayan perhaps? &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;are HATS articles of clothing??? they're my fave..&lt;br /&gt;      but if not, i love cute blouses...i just love clothes!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PHYSICAL FEATURE OF THE &lt;br /&gt;OPPOSITE SEX? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;eyes.. and hands..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT'S THE LAST CD THAT YOU BOUGHT? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;huh? a blank cd??? hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. WHERE'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;my comfy bed filled with pillows and stuffed toys... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHERE'S YOUR LEAST FAVORITE PLACE TO BE? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;in a boring classroom! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE PLACE TO BE MASSAGED? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;head and back..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT'S MOST IMPORTANT,STRONG IN MIND OR &lt;br /&gt;STRONG IN BODY? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;strong in mind of course!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT TIME DO YOU WAKE IN THE MORNING? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;7am.. thirty minutes before class.. on weekends, what's morning???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE TV SHOW?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;sex and the city.. CSI..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE KITCHEN APPLIANCE? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;microwave!!! i miss our microwave...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE CHILDHOOD MEMORY?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;playing games with mah friends...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT MAKES YOU LAUGH?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;spending time with great friends..da' THUGS having a hard time finishing a    TITANIC ice cream serving in BIGBY's after pigging out the whole night...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT MAKES YOU REALLY ANGRY?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;people who pretend they're someone they're not..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. IF YOU COULD PLAY ANY INSTRUMENT WHAT WOULD &lt;br /&gt;IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i'm a frustrated guitarist..and yeah, the piano like alicia keys &lt;br /&gt;      or vanessa carlton.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. FAVORITE RESTAURANT/CAFE/EATERY?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;bigby's, BO's..kRua Thai -- their food is yummy!!!, Roma PIzza, IRIE!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. SCARIEST MOMENT OF YOUR LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;too personal..hehe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. IF THERE WAS A MOVIE MADE ABOUT YOU, WHAT &lt;br /&gt;    CURRENT/FORMER?HOLLYWOOD STAR WOULD PLAY YOU?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;drew barrymore?...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. DO YOU BELIEVE IN AFTERLIFE?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;yeah sure...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. FAVORITE CHILDREN'S BOOK? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;i forgot the title.. but it was a series of stories for kids&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE?SEASON?? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;christmas! every morning, when i wake up, there's this particular &lt;br /&gt;      cold comforting feeling and scent.. and it's cold. i love cold, slightly&lt;br /&gt;      drizzling days..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST?FAVORITE?HOUSEHOLD CHORE? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ironing!!! grrr..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. IF YOU COULD HAVE ONE SUPER POWER, WHAT &lt;br /&gt;    WOULD IT BE? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ORB like the white lighters..sometime i hate having to climb up a long flight of stairs...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. IF YOU HAVE A TATTOO, WHAT IS?IT?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;definitely some foreign meaning to my name..ipay or a lady bug???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHO WAS YOUR FIRST LOVE AND AT WHAT AGE? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;martin??? hehe. 13 yrs old..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. THE SONG YOU WISHED YOU HAD WRITTEN? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;huh??? anything by jewel or incubus...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. DO YOU PREFER CATS OR DOGS? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;definitely DOGS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. FROM THE PEOPLE YOU E-MAILED THIS TO, WHO IS &lt;br /&gt;    MOST?LIKELY TO RESPOND?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;those who have the free time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE DAY?&lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Wednesdays if weekdays.. But Saturday is the best!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS ONLY ONE WORD DESCRIBE?YOURSELF? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;versatile&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. SAY ONE NICE THING ABOUT THE PERSON WHO SENT &lt;br /&gt;    THIS TO YOU? &lt;br /&gt;  --&gt; &lt;strong&gt;cool!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106813882157215856?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106813882157215856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106813882157215856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106813882157215856' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106788337034390354</id><published>2003-11-04T02:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T02:16:25.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tweak23/1059729692_casablanca.jpg" border="0" alt="casablanca"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#FF6666"&gt;"You must remember this, a kiss is still a&lt;br&gt;kiss". Your romance is Casablanca. A&lt;br&gt;classic story of love in trying times, chock&lt;br&gt;full of both &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cynicism and hope&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. You obviously&lt;br&gt;believe in true love, but you're also&lt;br&gt;constantly aware of practicality and societal&lt;br&gt;expectations. That's not always fun, but at&lt;br&gt;least it's realistic. Try not to let the Nazis&lt;br&gt;get you down too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tweak23/quizzes/What%20Romance%20Movie%20Best%20Represents%20Your%20Love%20Life%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106788337034390354?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106788337034390354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106788337034390354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106788337034390354' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106787638126002382</id><published>2003-11-04T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T00:19:55.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h2&gt;Guys Like That You're Charming&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the girl most guys can't get out of their heads&lt;br /&gt;Even if they met you on a bad hair day :-)&lt;br /&gt;You just seem to "click" with everyone you meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So even if a guy forgets about you for a second... his friends haven't!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.yournewromance.com/guyslikequiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What Do Guys Like About You? Take This Quiz :-)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See that bold line above??? Haha! No wonder Martin's friends all remember me... But it's not really good -- really. They all remember me being linked to him... Until now! And it's been a year and a few months already. Sometimes they'd still call me, "Martin" when we meet... Damn! Hehe. But it's alright... If his girlfriend knows about this, I think she'd be upset.. I mean, who wouldn't be when all of your boyfriend's friends still link him to his EX!? Haha!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see that we all had different results... Vanessa is fun, while Angelie is sensitive...hehe. We're all different people after all. I'm just glad I'm charming...hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106787638126002382?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106787638126002382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106787638126002382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106787638126002382' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106779990236578918</id><published>2003-11-03T03:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T03:12:40.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="#CCFF33"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEMBREAK EVALUATION:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one hell of a sembreak for me!!!! That's what I can say... Spent everyday doing something to keep me busy.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Latin Dancing(plus,working out.)&lt;/strong&gt;Workout for me will end next week. So far, it has done great for my body. Although I got sick last week, but I think if I just laid around the house and did nothing, my cough and cold would have gotten worst. Besides, exercise makes people better right??? The 1st two weeks, we did PACE exercises... A cardio exercise that uses the 'change station'... We transfer from one equipment to another after a certain time... We started out with 4 rounds and now we've gotten to 10 rounds. After our PACE exercises, we join the aerobics classes inside the dance studio... Mondays we have Step-Aero[level two]... Tuesdays, Latin Dancing... Wednesdays, Kickboxing... Thursdays, Interval exercises[a mixture of step, bench and dancing exercises... Fridays, we just do the PACE... After every aerobic activity, we have stomach crunches and toning &amp; stretching exercises... Spending almost everyday with Mabel and Ingrid for three weeks has gotten me closer to them. Being with Ingrid reminds me of how my friends used to be when we were younger... She still has a lot to learn, I can say that. But then, so do I... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;RE-UNITING and SPENDING TIME WITH GREAT FRIENDS.&lt;/b&gt; Not only is the semestral break great for doing extra-curricular activities, it is also great for spending time and re-uniting with friends... Ingrid and the rest of my little sisters roamed Ayala almost everyday... Looking for ways to enjoy ourselves. Once, Ingrid and I were sitting in HapJaps when I thought of this crazy idea... I just watched 'Sex and the City' and we decided to do what Carrie and Charlotte did beside the street... We took out pens and wrote YES and NO on a tissue... Everytime a guy would walk pass us, we'd categorize them to YES or NO... YES -- they can possibly be our boyfriends...NO -- well, just NO!!!! hehe. I got 7 possible BF's and Ingrid got 5...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;               Candace came home on a Friday, the 2nd week of Sembreak... Our barkada met up in Ayala, with plans of getting crazy and just having fun. Candace, Faith, Karen and I met up first... Dace immediately spotted a Mango Cream Pie in Red Ribbon and wanted to eat there, saying Mangoes in Manila have a weird taste... It's just not the same with what we have in Cebu. We even met up with Maia and bought chocolates from their table at the Ayala Fair... I went home for dinner, while the rest came to have dinner in Ayala... They ate at Harbor since Candace misses steamed rice... It turns out that yeah, Manila had siomai and lumpia but they don't have steamed rice. I came back an hour after and we had our picture taken at Picture City. Too bad Mabel and Amai wasn't there... [to view the pic click here: &lt;a href="http://www.thugphotos.blogspot.com"&gt;smile kiroga&lt;/a&gt;!] After that, we had a small something at Sbarro cuz Claire had to eat dinner. Then we decided to eat brownies and a little cake at Dessert Factory. After that, we decided to eat the famous 'Titanic' at Bigby's... Damn, that ice cream was huge! We had a hard time eating them. It was a little after twelve when come of us entered Brix... It was only the third time Candace, Ivy and Karen [the people unlikely to go out late at night] came with us to Brix. The last time was Valentine's Day.  I had so much fun... Though the people I came with were not the usual people I went with to Brix but I still had to much fun [that night my little sisters decided to stay at home...a miracle???]  Some of us went home around 4am and Candace slep over here at our house.  We watched 'My First Romance' last Friday --- together wit Candace, Ivy, Rizah and Baarlene.  The movie wasn't so bad. In fact, it was cool. Something new. Especially Heart and John's part. The outfits were crazy but take note, I still loved what they wore. Few people can understand what they were wearing but I loved them![u know me, weird...hehe.]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ENROLING FOR THE 2ND SEMESTER.&lt;/b&gt; This sem's enrolment went well for us though the printing of our admission slips took a long time but then it still was a breezer for us. The only thing that kept us delayed was getting our grades. The pressure of waiting for our final grades killed me. And the weather that time was so damn hot... It was like a pressure-cooker -- almost literally. This semester, I decided to enrol with some students to an honors class. I took the leap at the last minute, thinking I should give myself and this course a chance... Another chance that is. God help me when the semester starts...hehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;READING HARRY POTTER.&lt;/b&gt; Believe it or not but I just started reading Harry Potter last week. After finishing To Love Again by Danielle Steel and The Rescue by Nicholas Sparks, I had nothing else to read... Don't wanna read one of Ate's Anne Rice books... Gives me the creeps. I'm reading book two now. Hehe. Ate promised to buy the next books... I hope she really does. hehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im running out of words to say naman... But I know I'm missing something. I guess my sembreak was that great that I can't fully convey everything. Well, goodbye sembreak, and hello 2nd Semester...hehe. So that was my sembreak evaluation [of myself rasad...hehe.] Keep posted on new pics I might post...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106779990236578918?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106779990236578918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106779990236578918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106779990236578918' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106754659579025654</id><published>2003-10-31T04:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T04:43:24.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;ATTENTION:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink* I've spent all night constructing a photo archive for my site. note that not one of the pics are re-created nor retouched. check my photo archive out by clicking on the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ipayphotos.blogspot.com"&gt;mah photos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; link... thanks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106754659579025654?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106754659579025654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106754659579025654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106754659579025654' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106666234516414597</id><published>2003-10-20T22:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T23:06:58.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="4" color="#CCFF99"&gt;&lt;i&gt;KNOWING ME THROUGH THE ALPHABET&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCFF33"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt; - Age: 19&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;  - Boyfriend: don't need one at the moment...*wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;  - Chore you hate: ironing clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;D&lt;/b&gt;  - Dad's name: Felipe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;  - Essential make up item: Mascara, Powder, Blush and Lipgloss!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;F&lt;/b&gt;  - Favourite actress: Julia Stiles &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;G&lt;/b&gt;  - Gold or silver: Silver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;H&lt;/b&gt;  - Hometown: Cebu City.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;/b&gt;  - Instruments you play: uh..Lire?? Pathetic..hehe. My voice is my instrument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;J&lt;/b&gt;  - Job title: Fashion Editor, Seventeen Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;K&lt;/b&gt;  - Kids: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;L&lt;/b&gt;  - Living arrangements: Average house with Parents, Two sisters and Cousin, Manang &amp; her son&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;M&lt;/b&gt;  - Mom's name: Alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;N&lt;/b&gt;  - Number of people u slept with: so far..none. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;O&lt;/b&gt;  - Overnight hospital stays: Luckily, haven't been hospitalized. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;P&lt;/b&gt;  - Phobia: Heights..even Ayala 4th floor scares me sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Q&lt;/b&gt;  - Quote you like: Run the risk...If you haven't tried, you haven't lived..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;T&lt;/b&gt;  - Time you wake up? 7 am -- 30 mins before the class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;U&lt;/b&gt;  - Unique habit: Drawing imaginary hearts on my legs or arms while spacing out or talking to someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V&lt;/b&gt;  - Vegetable you refuse to eat: That vegi that feels like saliva??? Okra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;W&lt;/b&gt;  - Worst habit: procratinating &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;X&lt;/b&gt;  - X-rays you've had: only once..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Y&lt;/b&gt;  - Yummy food you make: cakes and cookies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Z&lt;/b&gt;  - Zodiac Sign: Leo!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106666234516414597?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106666234516414597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106666234516414597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106666234516414597' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106619536720668981</id><published>2003-10-15T13:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T13:22:47.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;B&gt;&lt;FONT SIZE="4"&gt;&lt;A HREF="http://www.quizyourfriends.com/takequiz.php?quizname=030404180533-Tester~p20of~p20DOomOp"&gt;Take my Quiz on QuizYourFriends.com!&lt;/A&gt;&lt;/FONT&gt;&lt;/B&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my quiz... If you never received any e-mail from me about this quiz, then click on the link above... It's a quiz about how well you know me. The questions are pretty simple.. So you don't have to to stumped! Hehe. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106619536720668981?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106619536720668981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106619536720668981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106619536720668981' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106597207816828561</id><published>2003-10-12T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:26:14.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One Great Sembreak Kick-off!&lt;/strong&gt; Parteeed last night!!! My li'l sis, Yog and Nunie wasn't there since they had they're reasons but still I had fun... I went with Ingrid, May and Mabel... then Risty came along a few hours later with his friends... My happy thought was there! People know the story! Hehe. Maia? JR? Bing? Kai? U know the story... PLus, I wore one great outfit! So proud of myself...hehe. Bought a new newsboy hat at ISIS and had a huge pair of loop earrings made by my dad... Last night was one hell of a party though we were not entirely complete..Nevertheless, I had fun. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Have to get this smile off my face.&lt;/b&gt; I've been smiling all day!!!! My mom is even wondering why I can't get this curve off my face...Something happened last night. Last week, my classmate, Emmanuel did a card reading for me. I had a few card readings before from my other friends and I really don't know if it's true. I had him card read my new happy thought. The result was good, it had me smiling...but I brushed it off -- keeping in mind that I shouldn't be so foolish. Got foolish over a happy though last year, don't want that to happen again. But then, feeling and falling in love is one great thing...So...Should I believe again??? What do you think guys??? My fave scene last night&lt;off my life of course&gt;: &lt;em&gt;I was standing near HapJaps talking to my friends... I was wearing my new hat. I felt something, looked up and he was there, looking down at me... Leaning on the railings. I looked ahead and pretended like nothing happened.&lt;/em&gt; Hmmmnnn... Fairy tales again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Seizing my dream a step at a time.&lt;/b&gt; Stayed home all day till 5pm yesterday... Woke up late since I skipped VOT meeting. Hehe. Sowee... I stayed home and surfed the net in the afternoon when Maia called me and told me Manuel Punzalan, our classmate is going to be in a Fine Arts Fashion Show in Ayala... Suddenly I remembered Bouvier! We watched the show together last year... I remember we got so envious of the Fine Arts students... and the show itself. So I called him up and we decided to meet at Ayala. So there I was, standing in front of the stage, green with envy. It turns out, my cousin, Shandy and my friend Echai is part of the show... They designed clothes for the show. When the credits were said and the designers and models were presented on stage, I thought to myself, "I should be one of the designers..." Hmmnn... Never mind! I met Echai afterwards and she told me I can join next year's show... Hope I can!!! I'm psyched!!! She also told me that she thinks its possible for me to take Fina Arts classes next sem or maybe next year... I better save up!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Going Latina!&lt;/b&gt; My friends and I decided to get fit this sembreak... I agree with Deanne about getting healthy and fit this break... All semester, I've been eating junk foods, sometimes I evern forget to eat. My family has just started our Fish diet... Good thing our manang is a great cook, I'm always looking forward for our fish dinner -- Sinigang, Smoked Fish, Tinola, Grilled Fish, Steamed... Baked with Garlic on Top... Hmmnn... Mom and Dad buys yummy, fresh fishes everyday. The ones we eat in Sindangan. Anyway, my friends and I decided to take this Latin Dancing program in Mango Ave... I'm really excited about it. I think I'll be starting tomorrow or this Tuesday...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss yah guys already... We'll see each other on Judgment Day -- when we receive our grades. I've already accepted I'll fail one class... All I need is to cope... See yah!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106597207816828561?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106597207816828561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106597207816828561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106597207816828561' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106579670493145124</id><published>2003-10-10T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:38:24.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WHERE GOD WANTS ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  One day I happened to call a man on business whom I didn't know, have&lt;br /&gt;  not nor will probably ever talk to again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  But this day, he felt like talking. He was head of security at a&lt;br /&gt;  company that had invited the remaining members of a company who&lt;br /&gt;  had been decimated by the attack on the Twin Towers to share their&lt;br /&gt;  office space.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  With his voice full of awe, he told me stories of why these people&lt;br /&gt;  were alive and their counterparts were dead.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  All the stories were just little things. You might know about the&lt;br /&gt;  head of the company who got in late that day because his son started&lt;br /&gt;  kindergarten.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Another fellow was alive because it was his turn to bring donuts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  There were other stories that I hope and pray will someday be&lt;br /&gt;  gathered and put in a book.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Now when I am stuck in traffic, miss an elevator, turn back to answer&lt;br /&gt;  a ringing telephone ... all the little things that annoy me ...&lt;br /&gt;  I think to myself, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is exactly where God wants me to be at this&lt;br /&gt;  very moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God continue to bless you with all those annoying little things.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#CCFF66"&gt;When I read this, I suddenly thought about what I told Deanne when I learned she failed her EE final exam... I told her that maybe it was God's plan to let it happen. That there's a reason behind it. It's not that she didn't study but it just happened... Right yan??? See, she told me this morning that they were given a chance to take a removal exam. So yan, that's God's plan --- for you to start from scratch and do everything all over again, this time, with your best. Love yah yan... Hehe, thanks diay for letting Jam teach me ECE ganina...Haha!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106579670493145124?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106579670493145124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106579670493145124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106579670493145124' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106562464611781007</id><published>2003-10-08T22:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T22:53:22.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;GET TO KNOW ME BETTER...&lt;/b&gt;*wink* This is me. Born on the 1st of August.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="4" face="Arial"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AUGUST: &lt;br /&gt;= Loves to joke. &lt;br /&gt;= Attractive. &lt;br /&gt;= Suave and caring. &lt;br /&gt;= Brave and fearless. &lt;br /&gt;= Firm and has leadership qualities. &lt;br /&gt;= Knows how to console others. &lt;br /&gt;= Too generous and egoistic. &lt;br /&gt;= Takes high pride of oneself. &lt;br /&gt;= Thirsty for praises. &lt;br /&gt;= Extraordinary spirit. &lt;br /&gt;= Easily angered. &lt;br /&gt;= Angry when provoked. &lt;br /&gt;= Easily jealous. &lt;br /&gt;= Observant. &lt;br /&gt;= Careful and cautious. &lt;br /&gt;= Thinks quickly. &lt;br /&gt;= Independent thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;= Loves to lead and to be led. &lt;br /&gt;= Loves to dream. &lt;br /&gt;= Talented in the arts, music and defense.  &lt;br /&gt;= Sensitive but not petty. &lt;br /&gt;= Poor resistance against illnesses. &lt;br /&gt;= Learns to relax. &lt;br /&gt;= Hasty and trusty. &lt;br /&gt;= Romantic. &lt;br /&gt;= Loving and caring. &lt;br /&gt;= Loves to make friends &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106562464611781007?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106562464611781007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106562464611781007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106562464611781007' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106528114688166516</id><published>2003-10-04T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T23:31:40.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've accomplished so much today...I think. Hehe. After blogging this afternoon, I went out with Madel and Yog... We went to Ayala... Window shopped... Both of them bought new stuff... I couldn't!!! I just paid my phone bill yesterday so I only had enough money to pay for a little snack, and go to Brix! I always reserved money for Brix... Anyway, we did more than shopping. Madel grew hungry and so did Yog and I. Yog and I wanted to eat something affordable but heavy.. Madel wanted to eat at those eat all u can places. So we went to Brix since they have eat all u can dinners there with bottomless iced tea. Madel paid for the half of our meal since Yog and I were really stubborn --- we don't want to spend money yah know? Kevin and half our Brix colleagues were there (I make it sound like our Brix life is our career huh?) After eating at Brix, we walked around more till 8pm when we decided to have some dessert... Chedz ran out of their Sylvannas so we went to Dessert Factory!!! I had their Brownie ala Mode while Yog had an Oreo eclipse... Madel's face was real funny when she saw her Oreo cheesecake and compared them to our huge desserts... Hehe. We went home around 930pm... I felt bad cuz when I took my phone from my bag, Apple texted me and wanted to chat... I read it one hour late. I think she wanted to talk about something important... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I so talkative??? Cuz &lt;b&gt;I am bored out of my mind!!!&lt;/b&gt; I'm home on a Saturday night because my bitchy little sister doesn't want to go out... She says she wants to sleep!!! She should do what I do, sleep some other time... Go out in time for going out and sleep some other time!!!! gggrrrr.... I'm being a spoiled brat again, am I??? I don't have anything to wear but I'll find one... I just wanna go out!!!(I'm internally screaming here...) I think I'll just read the Danielle Steel book I'm trying to re-read... and go to sleep early... Oh well, there's still next Saturday and the weekends of the whole Semestral Break!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106528114688166516?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106528114688166516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106528114688166516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106528114688166516' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106527983815691199</id><published>2003-10-04T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T23:09:04.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/J/jsimner/1062436747_sixteen.jpg" border="0" alt="My inner child is sixteen years old today"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;My inner child is sixteen years old!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while&lt;br&gt;adults might just accept that, I know&lt;br&gt;something's gotta change. And it's gonna&lt;br&gt;change, just as soon as I become an adult and&lt;br&gt;get some power of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/jsimner/quizzes/How%20Old%20is%20Your%20Inner%20Child%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;How Old is Your Inner Child?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Haha, I need to grow up pa jud diay noh??? yeah yeah, I've been a brat lately... Sowee!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106527983815691199?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106527983815691199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106527983815691199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106527983815691199' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106524739919587567</id><published>2003-10-04T13:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T14:07:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>so here i am... alone in the house ---technically though since boging is outside chatting with marlou... yup, her boyfriend of a month i think... lucky her, marlou is intelligent and not to mention cute... plus points already to me since he's a leo himself...hehe. i'm surfing the net since i don't have anything else to do... there's nothing good to watch on TV... i think i might be going out later this afternoon with Madel and Yog... I don't know if we'll be going to Brix though... Boging says she's tired and wants to sleep early. Me??? As usual, I want to par-teee!!! hehe. I don't know why I never grow tired of that... Maybe in 5 or 6 years??? Well, Martin, maybe you'll be lucky with me by then -- that means I won't go out anymore... But Nah!!!! It's my life... and it's me... I think that's it jud... I'll grow tired of going out when I get to my big sister's age --- 26. It runs in the family... I think she's on the verge of getting married... I don't know.. We'll never know right? hehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, a week more to go and vacation time again!!!! I can't wait... I don't know if my grades are going well though... I'm still working on it... Canence and I already planned our group study schedule for the whole exams week here at my house... I just hope it'll be effective. Damn! We'll make it effective!!!! We're knee deep in trouble as it is...hehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be talkative today! hehe. Yesterday, Madel and I went out all afternoon till 10pm... Yog, her cousin and Boging had their Departmentals in Chemistry... So we figured, we can't nag them and talk to them so we just went out and nagged and talked to each other all night... We had dinner at Kaona Grill around 730pm and went home by 930 since my mom and dad were already looking for me...Hmmm, they care now??? I know they always do...Hehe. Madel helped me clean my room since she can't stand the mess... (What can I say? I caused all the mess! As maia said, "There's really proof that someone's living in my room!") She arranged our dresser while I folded and arranged my clothes, (forcibly since the hangers don't seem to fit anymore-- need to get unused clothes out!) So that's what we did all night... She went home around 3am... I was real sleepy by then. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106524739919587567?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106524739919587567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106524739919587567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106524739919587567' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106465384764693675</id><published>2003-09-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T17:15:42.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's raining really hard... I'm worried I won't be able to go out... then I won't see my new HT anymore... I'm not really serious about him but I'm just dwelling on the possibility yah know? So Risty don't worry... I still like PJ but after all I went through, I don't wanna dwell on one person and expect too much... It'll only get me in trouble... But I don't think I wanna go out anymore. Nunie can't go out  cuz her boyfriend says so... He doesn't want her to go out anymore cuz he's worried about her... Damn! We had a promise before they started their relationship that we'd still be able to do the things we used to do... But things have to change..I hate change sometimes. I'm being a brat noh??? But it ruins things sometimes...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm all alone here sa house cuz our manang went home to Car-car... Nobody came over since they're all busy... Don't know what to do gani cuz I've watched all our available DVD's here... I am bored out of my mind... Spent all afternoon editing my barkada's site... I Miss them so much... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the Honor's class... I don't know what to say about it. It's great cuz if you work your butt off, you're guaranteed high grades when you graduate but I know it'll be too much pressure... I am angry at myself actually for not pushing my ass up to work hard... As in. I'm really disappointed at myself. But minus the &lt;i&gt;naning&lt;/i&gt; people in our class, we will be less pressured... Cuz yesterday, when Philip and Jon were out, in another room, taking the programming exam, we were like left with one arm off... So we concentrated on our programs and squeezed our minds off just to get the right program... It'll be like that once they're out of our picture... They've helped me in a great way but then I know I must do things on my own and depend on them so much...  But I don't agree with giving them more advance lessons over us... We should be given the chance to prove ourselves too... But teach us slowly cuz as what they think, we're slow thinkers compared to them... Note to myself: &lt;b&gt;Work your butt off... This shouldn't be happening to you..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106465384764693675?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106465384764693675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106465384764693675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106465384764693675' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106387642622290288</id><published>2003-09-18T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T17:24:41.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Excerpt from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Meet Joe Black&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;                          &lt;br /&gt;                            PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                Do you love Drew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                You mean like you loved Mom?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                Forget about me and Mom -- are you&lt;br /&gt;                going to marry him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        A moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                        (smiles)&lt;br /&gt;                Don't get carried away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                Uh oh --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                Susan, you're a hell of a woman.&lt;br /&gt;                You've got a great career, you're&lt;br /&gt;                beautiful --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                And I'm your daughter and no man&lt;br /&gt;                will ever be good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                Well, I wasn't going to say that --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                What were you going to say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                Listen, I'm crazy about the guy --&lt;br /&gt;                He's smart, he's aggressive, he&lt;br /&gt;                could carry Parrish Communications&lt;br /&gt;                into the 21st century and me along&lt;br /&gt;                with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                So what's wrong with that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                That's for me.  I'm talking about&lt;br /&gt;                you.  It's not so much what you say&lt;br /&gt;                about Drew, it's what you don't say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                You're not listening --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                Oh yes, I am.  Not an ounce of&lt;br /&gt;                excitement, not a whisper of a&lt;br /&gt;                thrill, this relationship has all&lt;br /&gt;                the passion of a pair of titmice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                Don't get dirty, Dad --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Well, it worries me.  I want you&lt;br /&gt;                to get swept away.  I want you to&lt;br /&gt;                levitate.  I want you to sing with&lt;br /&gt;                rapture and dance like a dervish.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                That's all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Be deliriously happy.  Or at least&lt;br /&gt;                leave yourself open to be.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                'Be deliriously happy'.  I'm going&lt;br /&gt;                to do my upmost --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        He smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;I know it's a cornball thing but&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;font size="4"&gt;love is passion, obsession, someone&lt;br /&gt;                you can't live without.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;  If you&lt;br /&gt;                don't start with that, what are you&lt;br /&gt;                going to end up with?  I say fall&lt;br /&gt;                head over heels.  Find someone you&lt;br /&gt;                can love like crazy and who'll love&lt;br /&gt;                you the same way back.  And how do&lt;br /&gt;                you find him?&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt; Forget your head and&lt;br /&gt;                listen to your heart.&lt;/font&gt;  I'm not&lt;br /&gt;                hearing any heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        (a moment)&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;font size="4"&gt;Run the risk, if you get hurt, you'll&lt;br /&gt;                come back.  Because, the truth is&lt;br /&gt;                there is no sense living your life&lt;br /&gt;                without this.  To make the journey&lt;br /&gt;                and not fall deeply in love -- well,&lt;br /&gt;                you haven't lived a life at all.&lt;br /&gt;                You have to try.  Because &lt;font size="5"&gt;if you&lt;br /&gt;                haven't tried, you haven't lived.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                Bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                Aw, you're tough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                I'm sorry.  But give it to me again.&lt;br /&gt;                The short version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;Stay open.  Who knows?  Lightning&lt;br /&gt;                could strike.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH (cont'd)&lt;br /&gt;                Forgive the lecture --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                I won't.  And when I tell Drew about&lt;br /&gt;                it, he won't either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                You won't tell him, and even if you&lt;br /&gt;                did, he'd clock it and punch it into&lt;br /&gt;                his laptop in order to pull out some&lt;br /&gt;                key phrases when he gives the&lt;br /&gt;                Commencement Speech at Wharton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                You're terrible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                I know.  But I'm the only father&lt;br /&gt;                you've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        She kisses him on the cheek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             SUSAN&lt;br /&gt;                Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                             PARRISH&lt;br /&gt;                He doesn't care.  But thanks anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106387642622290288?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106387642622290288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106387642622290288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106387642622290288' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106345570339926652</id><published>2003-09-13T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T21:01:24.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't cry because it's over...smile because it happened.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At home...but not for long.&lt;/strong&gt;I wonder why it rained so hard this afternoon. Maiatot???? Anyway, I'm at home. Never went out all afternoon because of two reasons: 1) I'm dying to finish the website of my barkada. 2) My tummy hurts so bad...It's the time of the month.hehe.  But I'm going out tonight though. Never went out last Saturday because my sister and I had to study. I had to work my butt off for the pre-finals cuz I'm really scared for my grades. So far, our EE exam was okay. Our teacher seemed to see the fear in our faces and allowed us to re-take the exam and disregarded the last one. I managed to pull a good grade in our last test in our ECE Lab...Thanks to Andy who was patient enough to make me understand the lesson. I think he sensed that I was about to cry before the exam. Hehe. I studied hard for our ES 20 exam...Engr. Reroma, now you don't have a reason to regret ever passing me in your ES18 subject. I'm going out tonight... It's the Old School vs. New School Party at the Village by Y101. I hope it'll be blast for partying has a price...particularly P150. Brix has increased their price also. From P100, to P150. They renovated the place to accomodate more people. I haven't seen it yet but they say it looked cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A little motivated.&lt;/strong&gt; I finally found a little motivation to study. &lt;strong&gt;Finally.&lt;/strong&gt; It all started when I chatted with my best friends last week. I told them of my frustrations and what I've been going through. I was so proud of them for they scolded me back to reality and gave me strength to stand up and move on. It was the night before our grueling exam in ECE Lab... After taking the exam, I felt good knowing I answered all the questions well. So I went home with my spirits up... I decided to do my own ES 20 assignment(take note: for the first time). Amazing me huh??? Although I still need more motivation to get everything done with... but at least...right???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an e-mail sent to me by Roxanne. Have Fun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sex and First Letter of your name &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex and your name (it seems to run true!!!) According to studies, your &lt;br /&gt;sexual identity is revealed by the First letter of&lt;br /&gt;your First name...what do you think? (Those of you with names&lt;br /&gt;that start with "N" will probably wish it started with "K"!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-A- &lt;/strong&gt;You are not particularly romantic, but you are&lt;br /&gt;interested in action. You mean business. With you, what you see is&lt;br /&gt;what you get. You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up front person. When it comes to sex, it's action that counts not obscure hints. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important to you. You find the chase and challenge of the "hunt" invigorating. You are passionate and sexual as well as being much more adventurous than you appear; however, you do not go around advertising these qualities. Your physical needs are your &lt;br /&gt;primary concern. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-B- &lt;/strong&gt;You give off vibes of lazy sensuality. You enjoy&lt;br /&gt;being romanced, wined, and dined. You are very happy to receive gifts&lt;br /&gt;as an statement of the affection of your lover. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. You are private in your statement of endearments and particularly when it comes to lovemaking. You will hold off until everything meets with your approval. You can control your appetite and abstain from sex if need be. You require new sensations and experiences. You are willing to experiment. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-C- &lt;/strong&gt;You are a very social individual, and it is important to you to have a relationship. You require closeness and togetherness. You must be able to talk to your sex partner before, during, and after. You want the object of your affection to be socially acceptable and good looking. &lt;br /&gt;You see your lover as a friend and companion. You are very sexual and &lt;br /&gt;sensual, needing someone to appreciate and almost worship you. When this cannot be achieved, you have the ability to go for long periods without sexual activity. You are an expert at controlling&lt;br /&gt;your desires and doing without. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-D- &lt;/strong&gt;Once you get it into your head that you want someone, you move full steam ahead in pursuit. You do not give up your quest&lt;br /&gt;easily. You are nurturing and caring If someone has a problem, this&lt;br /&gt;turns you on. You are highly sexual, passionate, loyal, and intense in&lt;br /&gt;your involvement, sometimes possessive and jealous. Sex to you is a&lt;br /&gt;pleasure to be enjoyed. You are stimulated by the eccentric and unusual,having a free and open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-E- &lt;/strong&gt;Your greatest need is to talk. If your date is not a good listener, &lt;br /&gt;you have trouble relating. A person must be intellectually stimulating &lt;br /&gt;or you are not interested sexually. You need a friend for a lover and a &lt;br /&gt;companion for a bedmate. You hate disharmony and disruption, but you do enjoy a good argument once in a while it seems to&lt;br /&gt;stir things up. You flirt a lot, for the challenge is more important than&lt;br /&gt;the sexual act for you, but once you give your heart away, you are&lt;br /&gt;uncompromisingly loyal. When you don't have a good lover to fall asleep with, you will fall asleep with a good book. (Sometimes, in fact, you prefer a good book.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-F- &lt;/strong&gt;You are idealistic and romantic, putting your lover on a pedestal. &lt;br /&gt;You look for the very best mate you can find. You are a flirt, yet once &lt;br /&gt;committed, you are very loyal. You are sensuous, sexual, and privately &lt;br /&gt;passionate. Publicly, you can be showy, extravagant,&lt;br /&gt;and gallant. You are born romantic. Dramatic love scenes are your&lt;br /&gt;favorite fantasy  pastime. You can be a very generous lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-G- &lt;/strong&gt;You are fastidious, seeking perfection within yourself and your &lt;br /&gt;lover. You respond to a lover who is your intellectual equal or superior, &lt;br /&gt;and one who can enhance your status. You are sensuous and know how to reach the peak of erotic stimulation, because you work at it meticulously. You can be extremely active sexually that is, when you find the time. Your duties and responsibilities take precedence over everything else. You may have difficulty getting emotionally&lt;br /&gt;close to a lover, but no trouble getting close sexually. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-H- &lt;/strong&gt;You seek a mate who can enhance your reputation and earning ability. You will be very generous to your lover once you have attained a &lt;br /&gt;commitment. Your gifts are actually an investment in your partner. Before the commitment, though, you tend to be frugal in your&lt;br /&gt;spending and dating habits and equally cautious in your sexual&lt;br /&gt;involvement. You are a sensual and patient lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-I- &lt;/strong&gt;You have a great need to be loved, appreciated...Even worshipped. &lt;br /&gt;You enjoy luxury, sensuality, and pleasures of the flesh. You look for &lt;br /&gt;lovers who know what they are doing. You are not interested in an amateur, unless that amateur wants a tutor. You are fussy and exacting about having your desires satisfied. You are willing to experiment and try new modes of sexual statement. You bore easily and thus require sexual adventure and change. You are more sensual than sexual, but you are sometimes downright lustful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-J- &lt;/strong&gt;You can be very romantic, attached to the glamour of love. Having a &lt;br /&gt;partner is of paramount importance to you. You are free in your statement of love and are willing to take chances, try new sexual experiences and partners, provided it's all in good taste. Brains&lt;br /&gt;turn you on. You must feel that your partner is intellectually&lt;br /&gt;stimulating, otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the&lt;br /&gt;relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining and dining to know that you're being appreciated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-K- &lt;/strong&gt;You are totally f**king marvelous! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-L- &lt;/strong&gt;You are very romantic, idealistic, and somehow you believe that to &lt;br /&gt;love means to suffer. You wind up serving your mate or attracting &lt;br /&gt;people who have unusual troubles. You see yourself as your lover's savior. You are sincere, passionate, lustful, and dreamy. You&lt;br /&gt;can't help falling in love. You fantasize and get turned on by movies&lt;br /&gt;and magazines. You do not tell others of this secret life, nor of your&lt;br /&gt;sexual fantasies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-M- &lt;/strong&gt;You are emotional and intense. When involved in a relationship, you throw your entire being into it. Nothing stops you;&lt;br /&gt;there are no holds barred. You are all consuming and crave someone who is equally passionate and intense. You believe in total sexual&lt;br /&gt;freedom. You are willing to try anything and everything. Your supply of sexual energy is inexhaustible. You also enjoy mothering your mate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-N- &lt;/strong&gt;You are crap in bed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;-O- &lt;/strong&gt;You are very interested in sexual activities yet secretive and shy about your desires. You can re-channel much of your sexual energy into making money and/or seeking power. You can easily have extended periods of celibacy. You are a passionate, compassionate,&lt;br /&gt;sexual lover, requiring the same qualities from your mate. Sex is&lt;br /&gt;serious business; thus you demand intensity diversity, and are willing to try anything or anyone. Sometimes your passions turn to possessiveness, which must be kept in check. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-P- &lt;/strong&gt;You are very conscious of social proprieties. You wouldn't think of &lt;br /&gt;doing anything that might harm your image or reputation. Appearances &lt;br /&gt;count, therefore, you require a good-looking partner. You also require an intelligent partner. Oddly enough, you may view your&lt;br /&gt;partner as your enemy; a good fight stimulates those sex vibes. You&lt;br /&gt;are relatively free of sexual hang-ups. You are willing to experiment and&lt;br /&gt;try new ways of doing things. You are very social and sensual; you&lt;br /&gt;enjoy flirting and need a good deal of physical gratification. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Q- &lt;/strong&gt;You require constant activity and stimulation. You have tremendous physical energy. It is not easy for a partner to keep&lt;br /&gt;up with you, sexually or otherwise. You are an enthusiastic lover&lt;br /&gt;and tend to be attracted to people of other ethnic groups. You need&lt;br /&gt;romance, hearts and flowers, and lots of conversation to turn you on and keep you going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-R- &lt;/strong&gt;Yow are a no-nonsense, action-oriented individual. You need someone who can keep pace with you and who is your&lt;br /&gt;intellectual equal the smarter the better. You are turned on more quickly by a great mind than by a great body. However, physical attractiveness is very important to you. You have to be proud of your partner. You are privately very sexy, but you do not beg, you are willing to serve as teacher. Sex is important; you can be a very demanding playmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-S- &lt;/strong&gt;You are secretive, self-contained, and shy. Youare very sexy, sensual and passionate, but you do not let on to this. Only in intimate &lt;br /&gt;privacy will this past of your nature reveal itself. When it gets down to &lt;br /&gt;the nitty-gritty, you are an expert. You know all the little tricks of &lt;br /&gt;the trade, can play any role or any game, and take your love life very &lt;br /&gt;seriously. You don't fool around. You have the patience to wait for the &lt;br /&gt;right person to come along. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-T- &lt;/strong&gt;You are very sensitive, private, and sexually passive; you like a &lt;br /&gt;partner who takes the lead. Music, soft lights and romantic thoughts &lt;br /&gt;turn you on. You fantasize but do not tend to fall in and out of love &lt;br /&gt;easily. When in love, you are romantic, idealistic,mushy and extremely intense. You enjoy having your senses and your feelings stimulated, &lt;br /&gt;titillated, and teased. You are a great flirt. You can make your relationships fit your dreams, often times all in your own head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-U- &lt;/strong&gt;You are enthusiastic and idealistic when in love. When not in love, &lt;br /&gt;you are in love with love, always looking for someone to adore. You see &lt;br /&gt;romance as a challenge. You are a roamer and need adventure, &lt;br /&gt;excitement, and freedom. You deal in potential relationships. You enjoy giving gifts and enjoy seeing your mate looking good. Your&lt;br /&gt;sex drive is strong and you desire instant gratification. You are willing&lt;br /&gt;to put your partner's pleasures above your own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-V- &lt;/strong&gt;You are individualistic, and you need freedom, space, and &lt;br /&gt;excitement. You wait until you know someone well before committing yourself. Knowing someone means psyching him out. You feel a&lt;br /&gt;need to get into his head to see what makes him tick. You are attracted to eccentric types. Often there is an age difference between you and your lover. You respond to danger, thrills and suspense. The gay scene turns you on even though you yourself may not be a participant. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-W- &lt;/strong&gt;You are very proud, determined, and you refuse to take no for an &lt;br /&gt;answer when pursuing love. Your ego is at stake. You are romantic, &lt;br /&gt;idealistic and often in love with love itself, not seeing your partner as he &lt;br /&gt;or she really is. You feel deeply and throw all of yourself into your &lt;br /&gt;relationships. Nothing is too good for your lover. You enjoy playing &lt;br /&gt;love games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-X- &lt;/strong&gt;You need constant stimulation because you bore quickly. You can &lt;br /&gt;handle more than one relationship at a time with ease. You can't shut off your mind. You talk while you make love. You can have&lt;br /&gt;the greatest love affairs, all by yourself, in your own head. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Y- &lt;/strong&gt;You are sexual, sensual, and very independent. If you can't have it your way, you will forgo the whole thing. You want to control your relationships, which doesn't always work out too well. You respond to &lt;br /&gt;physical stimulation, enjoy necking and spending hours just touching, &lt;br /&gt;feeling and exploring. However, if you can spend your time making money, you  will give up the pleasures of the flesh for the&lt;br /&gt;moment. You need to prove to yourself and your partner what a great lover you are. You want feedback on your performance. You are an open, stimulating, romantic bedmate. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Z- &lt;/strong&gt;For you, it is business before pleasure. If you are in any way bothered by career, business, or money concerns, you find it very hard to relax and get into the mood. You can be romantically idealistic to a fault and are capable of much sensuality. But you never lose control of &lt;br /&gt;your emotions. You are very careful and cautious before you give your &lt;br /&gt;heart away and your body, for that matter. Once you make the commitment, though, you stick like glue. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106345570339926652?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106345570339926652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106345570339926652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106345570339926652' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106248826133634184</id><published>2003-09-02T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T16:29:52.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-9/281715/moalboal2.gif" width=591 height=302&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a picture from our Moalboal trip. It's been remade by Roxanne as her birthday gift for me. Xan, I still don't know where to place that name banner you sent me but I'll find away. Thanks so much aight??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Killing School.&lt;/strong&gt;I'm here at home. Too lazy to do anything. Skipped my advance Math class again. I don't know what the hell I'm trying to do but never did get to wake up for my class even though it was at 12noon. Damn. Anyway, I've been strutting around yesterday when Karl asked me if I was okay... Then I realized, is it really that obvious??? How I feel that things have been a real drag lately??? Hmmmnn... Didn't get to hang out with my friends yesterday since I went home to make an assignment after my 930am class then went home again by 2pm to hang out with Canence and watch a movie. So I definitely missed Deanne, Maia, Vanessa and Leng-Leng. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Pigging Out.&lt;/strong&gt; So after learning that our EE lab teacher is not around, Canence and I decided to catch a movie in Ayala or maybe buy some twister fries and sundaes... But once we got to the jeepney stop, we decided to just hang out at home. So we bought food at Village Grocers: Potato Chips and M&amp;M's for me and Tostillas and a pack of mallows for Canence... Damn! Once we got home, we found my big sis already watching Bad Boys II... We sat on our sofa and opened our food... Slouching, we managed to wipe out the food we brought... Making me more guilty is the left over Sprite we had last night. Damn! and I was supposed to be drinking only water for this month... In the middle of the movie and right after we finished our junk food, around 330pm, we suddenly fell silent and went off to Snoozeland!!! Haha, by 430pm, we woke up and realized we were such pigs... Eating junkfood and then sleeping... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I still believe in magic?&lt;/strong&gt; As I was getting ready for school yesterday, I was slouching around as if my class doesn't start at 730am... I had on some music and the song being played was about a gurl whose breath runs out when she sees "him"... Damn, I can't believe I rolled my eyes at the thought and even joked that maybe that gurl just had asthma... I just can't find anything so magical in my life nowadays... Magic complicates things yah know? Love complicates things. But then, maybe I'll change my mind later on... But until then, I better lay off any love stuff for awhile... It's a being a real pain in my a**.... hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here are my quiz results: *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/nn/just.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Are You Naughty or Nice?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/bgr/yes.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do you need a boy/girl friend now?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href=http://always.simplystunning.net/ target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src=http://always.simplystunning.net/rainbow/violet.gif border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which [Rainbow Colours] are you?&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106248826133634184?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106248826133634184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106248826133634184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106248826133634184' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-106138681561679137</id><published>2003-08-20T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T21:40:15.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Me? Blooming?&lt;/strong&gt; "Blooming lagi ka pay..." I've been getting that compliment from friends since Saturday... What's up with that??? It's not that I don't appreciate the compliment but it's just that things are not going so well in my life and now, I look blooming??? hehe. Ironic really... I mean, I've been having a hard time at school and my love life is a flat liner... Totally flat. I have nothing to really smile about except the thought that my friends are here for me... Anyway, thanks for those people telling me that. I guess, I've managed to smile even through the tough times.. Hell, maybe it's a sign something good will come into my life... What if??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Getting cynical.&lt;/strong&gt; A friend of mine have been smiling and causing rainstorms because of her endless trips to heaven for the past few days... Damn, she even had a weird dream. But all I can react to it is smile and nod... Damn, I've been getting really cynical... I guess I'm just trying to protect her and myself from hoping again. I don't, as much as possible, want to have a crush or happy thought right now --- too scared of hoping and getting hurt again. Pathetic huh??? Apple, my best friend, told me that I have to learn... If ever I'll get hurt again, then it's another learning experience... Damn, how many times do I have to get hurt to learn???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One thing I'm thankful for - my friends.&lt;/strong&gt; Here I'm gonna list all the touching things my friends did for me for that past week:&lt;br /&gt;       1. Claire, Karen, Mabel erased Martin's number from my phone to avoid texting or calling him.&lt;br /&gt;       2. Maia offered to switch jeans last saturday because mine got wet... &lt;br /&gt;       3. When I almost cried at Brix, Nunie and Madel told me to be strong cuz it's not the ipay   they know...&lt;br /&gt;       4. Glynnee listened and hung out with me last Monday...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda in a hurry cuz I only got 10 mins more before my card gets used up... I'll list more things my friends did for me next time. I'm gonna do that everytime I blog... Mwah!*= &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-106138681561679137?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106138681561679137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/106138681561679137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106138681561679137' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-105973651554166913</id><published>2003-08-01T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-08-01T19:15:15.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A YEAR OLDER.&lt;/strong&gt; Turned 19 today... Someone said I'm a year older and obviously a  year older from "him"...hehe. It's okay. Slept so late last night since people were texting me till' 3am. Thanks to lupin, karen, jeffa, mabel, a-mai, winche, ybiang, rizah,pya -- the people who greeted me at midnight till 3am...plus some people whose numbers didn't appear on my phone last night..sowee if i didn't get your new numbers...  Slept late but then it was all worth it... So obviously, I almost missed passing our ES20 assignment... Chigs, thanks for the cute gift. LOved it jud! Another addition to less bedspace...hehe. Thanks to all the people who greeted me today. Won't mention any names na cuz I might forget somebody... You all know who you are. I'm so greatful for all of you... You people made this day really special... (Seems like I'm making an award speech here...hehe) Only one person didn't greet me though... That's okay. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MIDTERMS COMING UP&lt;/strong&gt; Yeah yeah I happily celebrated my birthday but it didn't really slow down the coming of midterms... Yup, it's really happening. I don't know why we're all so worried after all it didn't really hit us that we had to work hard last semester till' after midterms... Guess we have all realized one thing or two about working hard... I'm actually worried. I haven't been paying attention to some of my classes. Sometimes, I understand one discussion but when I step out of the room, I get totally clueless... Damn!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-105973651554166913?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/105973651554166913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/105973651554166913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105973651554166913' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-105885725402721919</id><published>2003-07-22T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T15:00:53.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;WORING OUR ASSES OFF&lt;/strong&gt; This morning, when I woke up, I had this innate desire to just stop giving a damn about everything. To just stop for awhile and breathe. It turned out, I wasn't the only one who was dead lazy this morning.  This semester, I definitely need to focus and work my ass off if I intent to pass... But with so many other responsibilities handed to me, I don't think I can do that. Yeah, yeah some people have more responsibilites than me but then I'm not super woman... Maybe they are. (Do I sound pissed off?) Maybe I am. Still got TJ's modules to answer. Another chapter to read for ECE312 (and understand since I definitely need to gather as much points as I can to pass the subject). Got council and VOT meetings. And I have a humongous bill to pay. That's on top of my problems. Any advice? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHY AM I SO UNMOTIVATED???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-105885725402721919?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/105885725402721919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/105885725402721919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105885725402721919' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-105818394923502860</id><published>2003-07-14T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T14:17:04.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-7/281715/PANDA2.gif" width=118 height=140&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND I FELL&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt; *wink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't be scared forever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-105818394923502860?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/105818394923502860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/105818394923502860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105818394923502860' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-95652571</id><published>2003-06-14T12:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-28T14:17:42.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="3" face="Arial Black"&gt;21 QUESTIONS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="2"&gt;[50 Cent]&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York City!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are now rapping...with 50 Cent&lt;br /&gt;You gotta love it...&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna chill and twist a lot&lt;br /&gt;Catch suns in my 7-45&lt;br /&gt;You drive me crazy shorty I&lt;br /&gt;Need to see you and feel you next to me&lt;br /&gt;I provide everything you need and I&lt;br /&gt;Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Got some questions that I got to ask and I&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can come up with the answers babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nate Dogg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50 Cent]&lt;br /&gt;If I feel off tomorrow would you still love me?&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me?&lt;br /&gt;If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century,&lt;br /&gt;Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally?&lt;br /&gt;If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like&lt;br /&gt;some of my friends?&lt;br /&gt;If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side?&lt;br /&gt;If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride?&lt;br /&gt;I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive&lt;br /&gt;I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside&lt;br /&gt;If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King&lt;br /&gt;would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me?&lt;br /&gt;And in bed if I used to my tongue, would you like that?&lt;br /&gt;If I wrote you a love letter would you write back?&lt;br /&gt;Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap&lt;br /&gt;And we could go do what you like, I know you like that&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nate Dogg]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!)&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50 Cent]&lt;br /&gt;Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'?&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving?&lt;br /&gt;Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions?&lt;br /&gt;Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing&lt;br /&gt;Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans&lt;br /&gt;If I was down would you say things to make me smile?&lt;br /&gt;I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how&lt;br /&gt;If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see?&lt;br /&gt;And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me&lt;br /&gt;Would you believe me? Or up and leave me?&lt;br /&gt;How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone?&lt;br /&gt;And always remember girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take&lt;br /&gt;I love you like a fat kid love cake&lt;br /&gt;You know my style I say anything to make you smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nate Dogg]&lt;br /&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...It's easy to love me now&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me if I was down and out?&lt;br /&gt;Would you still have love for me?&lt;br /&gt;Girl...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me in a Bentley?&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me on a bus?&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me in a Bentley?&lt;br /&gt;Could you love me on a bus?&lt;br /&gt;I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAIA: Dons, read the chorus... ehehehe. I think you'll get my drift... It's questions guys ask difficult chicks like us...hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-95652571?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/95652571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/95652571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95652571' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-94944939</id><published>2003-05-28T00:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T00:01:44.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Back from Moalboal...and tan again.&lt;/b&gt; Just spent two days and a night with the &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thugs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... It was Rizah's 19th birthday celebration... Although we're not complete but damn, it was so fun! The place we were staying at wasn't really a dream but the beach was paradise... Besides Claire,  A-mai, Rizah and Mabel (the usual people I hang out with), Minot and Roxanne was also there... I just got back from Brix at 430am, changed into something comfortable, prepared my things and called Mabel up by 5am to wake her... (So take note, I didn't get to sleep...) We rode an excruciating bus ride to get there, and quarreled a tricycle driver for the expensive fare... And finally after 4 hours, we got to our destination... With the unavailability of forks, plates and a sharp knife, we managed to grill our own food (pork belly, fish and chicken) and provide ourselves with lunch, and dinner... Right after that, we hit the beach!!! Mabel, Janden and I didn't stop till' the sun was out... I just can't got enough of the water... After dinner, Mabel and I laid our "banigs" outside and laid under the stars... I saw &lt;b&gt;three shooting stars&lt;/b&gt;!!! Slept at around 1 am... Guess what we did the morning after??? Yup, yup, yup!!!! Early the next morning around 7am, we hit the beach again, this time all of us... It was so freaking cold and the wind was so strong... We had a blast waiting for the big waves and jumping through them... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xan: Can't wait till the next time we can all hang out... It's been a long time since we've all been together... Miss yah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rizah: Can i borrow the negatives of the pictures we took??? Belated Happy Birthday by the way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minot: You were game for the Vodka but you fell asleep...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabel: Brix this saturday okay???&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A-mai: Miss yah... I'm kinda disappointed we didn't really get to hang out and talk when we were in Moalboal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire: wala lang...hehe. Love yah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a message to the rest of the Thugs: I miss yah guys so damn much... Luven yah!&lt;br /&gt;By the way, here's a pic of Apple on her Prom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-5/140175/AppleatProm.jpg" width=384 height=268&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here are some of the pics while we were at Bantayan Island, taken last April... Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-5/140175/bantayan10.jpg" width=443 height=300&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.villagephotos.com/p/2003-5/140175/bantayan02.jpg" width=443 height=300&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-94944939?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94944939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94944939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94944939' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-94617456</id><published>2003-05-20T12:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T12:47:09.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/C/cowgirlbebop319/1050050314_hipsterconsummate2.jpg" border="0" alt="The Consummate Hipster: newbies bow to him, everyone else just stares, as he swagger down the street with "Little Green Bag" stuck in his head."&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are the Consummate Hipster.  Newbies bow to&lt;br&gt;you, everyone else just stares, as you swagger&lt;br&gt;down the street with "Little Green&lt;br&gt;Bag" stuck in your head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/cowgirlbebop319/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Hipster%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Hipster Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I say??? hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/tedelton/1039941222_sWolverine.gif" border="0" alt="wolverine"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Wolverine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loner by nature, you feel uncomfortable when&lt;br&gt;around those you don't know and even those you&lt;br&gt;do.  You are awkward when it comes to&lt;br&gt;relationships, but fiercely loyal to those you&lt;br&gt;love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/tedelton/quizzes/Which%20X-Men%20character%20are%20you%20most%20like%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which X-Men character are you most like?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me??? A Loner??? I don't think so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/E/Ebony173/1052191378_CMyDocumentsaries.gif" border="0" alt="aries"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You should be an Aries, Outgoing,  Extravert,&lt;br&gt;Energetic, Dynamic, Courageous, Generous,&lt;br&gt;Strong, Extravagant but sometimes can be&lt;br&gt;arrogant, insecure, jealous, concerned with&lt;br&gt;looks and others' opinion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/Ebony173/quizzes/~*What%20is%20your%20TRUE%20Zodica%20sign%3F*~/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;~*What is your TRUE Zodica sign?*~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid really since Leo and Aries gets along well... Damn, my best friend is Aries.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-94617456?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94617456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94617456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94617456' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-94559726</id><published>2003-05-19T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T10:37:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't you just agree with this???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Happy is the man who wins the first love of a woman but happy is the woman who wins the &lt;i&gt;last love &lt;/i&gt;of a man...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad but true... Here is another sad fact about guys and girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;center&gt;Guys can live without love but not without sex... and girls can live without sex but not without love; Guys can give love to get sex but girls..... &lt;i&gt;give sex to get love&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-94559726?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94559726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94559726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94559726' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-94152378</id><published>2003-05-11T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T23:58:37.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;An Unexpected Discovery&lt;/b&gt; I've taught art to little kids for three weeks already and I just recently realized one great discovery about myself, that I am great with kids... Before starting my work, I was dead worried that I'd lose my temper over them or my mind would go blank if I happen to encounter something I can't quite control... But things are going great! and I adore the kids I am teaching!!! Even though Nadine is quite a spoiled-brat or Julia sometimes gets tired in the middle of the activities we are doing or Hannah is too little to even control the crayons she is holding and Ava always says she'll die because she's exhausted with the pencil activities I gave them and the fact that I sometimes fall asleep on the ride on the way there and on the way home --- they are all worth it!!! They've helped me tap creative ideas in me and do some things I never got to do when I was a kid... I'll certainly miss them when the class ends next week... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHAT IS TO AWAIT ME?&lt;/b&gt; Speaking of classes ending, I am sick-nervous about my summer classes at TC ending... I know I am doing good in my Phys32 Lab class but I am scared for my CompE221... I don't want to be confident like the last time... I just hope I'll pass...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Heart Going Numb&lt;/b&gt; Could this be possible??? Could a heart go numb from all the shit I've been through?? Through all the false hopes I've allowed myself to have??? Maybe it is cuz I've definitely noticed I no longer delve into pain and surprise every time I think of one happy thought or when someone teases me to someone for that matter (hear that li'l devil???)... I'm not going to say I don't need a guy in my life for now cuz I know I do in some cases... I'm enjoying myself, I'll have to admit that... Life goes on and I can't spend the rest of my teenage life dwelling on something or someone I can't have or am not meant to have... On the other hand, maybe there really will be one guy who can change my mind... He'll arrive, maybe in an unexpected situation but I'll have to move on cuz it won't be unexpected if I wait and drool... *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-94152378?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94152378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/94152378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94152378' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-93744768</id><published>2003-05-04T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-04T21:19:50.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Jenkins v2.0" size="6"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Baby turn around and let me see that sexy body go --- BUMP BUMP BUMP...*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bwahahahaha! *wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-93744768?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/93744768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/93744768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93744768' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-93534250</id><published>2003-04-30T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T23:03:30.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;A TASTE OF MY OWN MEDICINE?!?&lt;/b&gt; People, people... What's happening to me??? I've noticed this since last February but I thought I was just imagining so I ignored it... but after my bath this morning, I looked closely at the mirror and noticed that I'm losing hair on my forehead!!! Huhuhu... Man! I had to part my hair on that side and sort of cover it Donita style... Maia told me maybe it's because I was obsessed with semi-opaw guys --- that's why I'm starting to get bald... I like my hair the way it fu***** is... I hope it'll grow back...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;COMPE 221 TAKE TWO&lt;/b&gt; Damn, I can't believe it, I actually learned something last year. I was just so freaking lazy!!!! I mean, I never went to school for like one a half weeks... Now, sitting up front, I realized I can actually understand Data Structures... We had a test this evening and though I didn't really reach the 70% passing cut-off, but I did good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go cuz it's my little sister's turn to play Sims, I just had to check my mail...hehe. Don't laught Dons...(FOOLISH HEART)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-93534250?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/93534250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/93534250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93534250' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-93112094</id><published>2003-04-23T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-23T22:03:55.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=2297155" width=150 height=130&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seventeen.com/quiz/html/hot/quiz_question1.epl"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=2297156" width=236 height=54&gt;   &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Do you ooze sex appeal or play it cool? &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seventeen.com/quiz/html/hot/quiz_question1.epl"&gt;Take the quiz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-93112094?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/93112094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/93112094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93112094' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-92935191</id><published>2003-04-21T00:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T00:17:28.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's me... All tan and addicted to The Sims. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Tan and with a nude tattoo on my back!&lt;/b&gt; Tan??? Yup, just got back from Bantayan last Sunday. The road trip getting there was really exhausting but then it was all worth it... One thing I should tell yah, the place is mosquito-free..(yeah, like mosquitoes can ruin our vacation...hehe.)  So, clad in our cute bikinis, we dove to the clear blue waters the moment we got there... It was like heaven --no one telling us what to do and how we should do stuff. We did everything as we like em and the best part was, we &lt;b&gt;hung out by the beach till our hands turned pruny...&lt;/b&gt; (and take note: we had great music too... That "Dance with Me" song by 112 is still in my head till now...) Yup, yup, yup... From 12noon till 12midnight, we never changed out from our swimsuits and went in and out of the water...  Talk about living wildly... The best part was after dinner... We ran to the water and allowed the waves to just roll over us... The moon was so bright and the wind was fairly strong... After that, we got out and all lay on the sand, staring at the stars. And luckily enough, we saw a &lt;b&gt;shooting star!!!&lt;/b&gt;  Just hope wishing on shooting stars is true... I guess I'll just have to wait... You might think we'd grown dead tired after our wild feat the day before...  &lt;b&gt;You are so wrong!&lt;/b&gt; Woke up, took our lunches and changed into our suits again... Guess, by now you're dying for me to dish out bout' my tattoo... Hehe. Not exactly a tattoo... But a &lt;b&gt;Tan-Mark&lt;/b&gt;... Hehe.  We all had light marks on our back --- a definite description: our skin except the marks got tan... I had a letter E and a pi symbol... Get it??? that's a mathematical symbol of my nickname, Ipay...  I'll post our pics from the beach one of these days... Still want to gab more bout our trip but then it would take too much space... Talk to yah in person nalang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A Different Holy Week for Me&lt;/b&gt;  This year, we never went to Sindangan (where's that??? A small town in Zamboanga del Norte)...  Mindanao is ver chaotic at this time so we declared it's not safe for us to go there.... Too bad, summer trips to Sindangan is one activity I've been looking forward to all year... Ever since I could remember, uur family, on my mom's side, is assigned to prepare the Resurrection for the Easter "Sugat..."  It was always a family event... We'd all help in decorating the "carro" and help in preparing the dishes for the breakfast for the participants and some town's people... And, holy weeks in provinces is quite a unique experience... I think everyone will agree... Long processions, distinctive masses, fresh air and let's not forget, lots and lots of delicious, fresh and cheap food... Well, maybe next year...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since, the mosquitoes are literally eating my leg...(Hehe.) I have to go... Later!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-92935191?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/92935191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/92935191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92935191' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-92369145</id><published>2003-04-11T00:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T01:04:19.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=2132577" width=139 height=145&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font face="Monotype Corsiva"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font size="5"&gt;foolish&lt;br /&gt;heart&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;pre style="FONT: 12px arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="Century Gothic"&gt;I need a love that grows&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it unless I know&lt;br /&gt;That each passing hour&lt;br /&gt;Someone somehow&lt;br /&gt;Will be there, ready to share...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I need a love that's strong&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired of being alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But will my lonely heart play the part&lt;br /&gt;Of the fool again&lt;br /&gt;Before I begin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop before you start falling&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, &lt;b&gt;heed my warning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm feeling that feeling again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing a game I can't win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love's knocking on the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Of my heart once more&lt;br /&gt;Think I'll let her in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But before I begin&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;br /&gt;Stop before you start falling&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foolish, foolish heart&lt;br /&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foolish heart, hear me calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Stop before you start falling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Foolish heart, heed my warning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You've been wrong before&lt;br /&gt;Don't be wrong anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, &lt;b&gt;foolish,foolish heart&lt;/b&gt;, what am I supposed to do now??? &lt;i&gt;I'm feeling that feeling again...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-92369145?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/92369145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/92369145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92369145' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91719640</id><published>2003-04-01T01:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T01:47:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's 1am and we're hanging out here in our house...My cousin, Cookie(who accidentally unplugged the computer that's why I had to re-type my alread-long post), Nunie, Yog and Boging. We just finished eating our midnight snack after a rigorous game of billiards at Listauran. Wish I can hang out with my own barkada like this. If only we all lived closer like Boging and her friends who are all from the North... Unfortunately, most of my friends are from the South. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;LAUNDRY DAY&lt;/b&gt; Since our house maid still hasn't returned from her hometown and we've almost ran out of clothes to wear, I decided to do the laundry... The laundry which has been piling up for almost 3 weeks now. You can just imagine how much work I had to do! Maia, Canence and Cholo came over to hang out here at our house and I couldn't really entertain them cuz I was sooo busy! But I have to thank them for they helped me a little and kept me company... or else I would have gone out of my mind alone in the house.. since Boging went swimming with her friends in Montebello...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;PIGGING OUT&lt;/b&gt; Would you agree with this probability ratio??? &lt;b&gt;SUMMER:FOOD&lt;/b&gt; Lots and lots of food!  All kinds of food... So I think it's time we get aware of the food we eat... Think you'r already aware? Take this quiz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="http://www.gurl.com/connect/bbs/bb.epl/gurlV3/default?SessionCookie=95578785-1-0-88E"&gt;&lt;img src="http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=2015535" width=283 height=159&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;MY RESULT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;6&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;These scores suggest that cultural pressures about appearance and ideas about how much and what kinds of foods to eat may be negatively affecting self-acceptance and overall happiness. Exploring these issues may be helpful.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91719640?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91719640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91719640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91719640' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91644856</id><published>2003-03-30T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T20:16:30.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;My Little Sis and Me... (little resemblance huh?)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=2001446" width=415 height=310&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91644856?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91644856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91644856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91644856' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91644613</id><published>2003-03-30T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T20:06:27.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://image1ex.villagephotos.com/pubimage.asp?id_=2001445" width=236 height=54&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.seventeen.com/quiz/html/lli/quiz_question1.epl"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;There's a thin line between love and like. Take this quiz to find out where your passion lies &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the quiz and the result surprised me. It turns out, I'm not actually in that love stage with Josh Hartnett yet... hehe. Who's Josh Hartnett?? He's the guy whom I thought could save me but the semester has already ended and it turns out that he's not the knight-in-shining-armor I expected him to be... Why should he save? Save me from what??? Save me from that damn song by The Braxtons... "Because I'd &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;still&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; say YES..." Ring a bell???  &lt;u&gt;SO here's my result:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Like-Minded &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's hot, but sort of annoying � until you discover you share a love of sci-fi flicks. Suddenly you're thinking of him in that way. What gives? Diagnosis: You're in like. Perhaps one day you'll rocket into the stratosphere of true love � what started as a fling might eventually turn into a real relationship. But if your feelings don't heat up, so what? Dating, like a good buffet, is scrumptious. And if we fell in love with every guy we went out with, we'd all be living in a soap opera. One caveat: You may not be gaga, but if your boy is, don't lead him on just to have someone around.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91644613?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91644613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91644613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91644613' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91638503</id><published>2003-03-30T14:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-30T14:26:42.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Slept late again last night... Boging and I were watching tv all night. We watched a very good movie which I haven't seen in a long time --- &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Forrest Gump."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I remember, I watched that movie twice in the cinemas.. I was still a little kid then. I especially liked that movie because of the inspiration it gives you without getting into much complication and details... He had nothing much to say since Gump's character is somewhat of a stupid guy but then he achieved so much!!! So now, since we slept so late, we didn't attend our usual 11am mass at Sacred Heart but instead we'll be attending the 330pm mass at Redemtorist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Left Speechless...&lt;/b&gt; My bestfriend from Hawaii called last Friday and we talked for a bout 15-20 minutes. I told her about the changes here in Cebu and the shocking events that occurred. After telling her about one friend's situation, she fell silent and finally said, "Yah know, I'd like to give an advice or say something but as of now, I'm kinda speechless..."  It's ironic really cuz both of us are the kind of persons who always have something to say about everything... I can still remember Sophomore year --- we'd spend all night talking on the phone, talking about almost everything and sometimes, even pause to listen to our fave music on the phone... Things were so simple then. Although we also had some surprises but if we compare things today, they are far less complicated than now... I guess that's what age does --- it complicates situations.  So instead of saying something about the situation, we're just left dumb-founded and speechless... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A place where guys friends put me...&lt;/b&gt; ---- every time! Guys, guys, I'm not complaining but it just makes me wonder... What is about me that attracts lovestruck guy friends?!? Guy friends that are about to take that leap for my girl friends... Ever since I can remember... Ever since I've meddled with the Game called Love... Ever since sixth grade... It's difficult cuz I once got so engrossed in making things work out for them that I ended up fighting with my best friend for a month! I have to say, I'm flattered that you find me easy to talk to... Thanks for the fact that you guys are comfortable in talking to me about what's in your hearts... --- of how much you pine for &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;my&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; girl friends... But please, don't place me in a difficult situation... Okay??? To Jesse, I'm sorry it didn't work out in the long run.. To Martin, well you found me!(and lost me..)  To Cholo, that was worth it right?? To Ciao, big mistake... To Adrian, I'm glad you figured things out... To Frankie, she wasn't worth it... And lastly, to &lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; friend, hope lightning will strike... Now, it's time you look for someone for me... Hehe. Joking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91638503?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91638503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91638503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91638503' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91591458</id><published>2003-03-29T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-29T14:48:12.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SUMMER activities start to Roll&lt;/b&gt; Woke so late today, almost 1pm cuz some Yog, Nunie and Madel stayed here so late... After Maia and her companions dropped me off at Starmart, Yog, Nunie, Madel, Boging and I hung out at Starmart, eating instant Yakisoba... Then they decided to hang out here at our house... We were just doing girlie stuff.. reading fashion magazines, taking those cheezy quizzes and surfing the net, even watched a really corny suspense movie at Cinemax about a horror red dress... hehe. They went home around 4am and Nunie slept over... My God, I was really tired yesterday!!! I can see that the summer activities are really starting to roll... Maia and her friend picked me up from our house about 7pm and we went out for dinner at Goodah Gud... Then afterwards, we went to Pipeline to play billiards... I haven't played billiards for a month already but then I was really surprised to discover that I'm still sort of good at it... After playing billiards, since nobody wanted to go home yet, we decided to hang out at Select Lahug... We bought the new ice cream flavor by Selecta which is Strawberry Sundae and shared it between the five of us... Hmmmnnn... Yummy!!! I can still clearly remember Mercy's face savoring every serving of her ice cream...hehe. It was great night all in all... Good food and of course, something I can't live without, good music... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91591458?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91591458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91591458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91591458' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91489315</id><published>2003-03-28T01:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T01:10:15.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Phew! Finally finished editing my template... Had to change my website address cuz the other one was really defective... (Just like the relationship I had using that same name...) Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It's SUMMER! -- officially.&lt;/b&gt; It's been officially summer three days ago, and so far, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;what have you guys been up to??? &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I know Maia's been pigging out... Me too, I've been eating chocolates for days now. I have a bad feeling my summer goal to get fit will be left in vain... But nah! Summer is too long, still have time. Enough time to lose some of these unwanted fats for my Uncle's wedding... hehe. John says we girls must be buying fake mirrors... We haven't bought fake mirrors john! Guys just don't give that much of a damn to those stuff... We totally understand that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;To Hold Back? or Not to Hold Back?&lt;/b&gt; Don't you ever wonder why even though you've been through a lot of shit, you just don't ever learn??? Even though, we've been almost literally pushed to the ground, gotten spat on the face, and gotten our hearts crushed to unrecognizable extents... Sometimes, the heart is just much stronger than the head... But &lt;b&gt;is it possible that the head may gain supreme rule over the heart???&lt;/b&gt; Maybe it is possible, but then &lt;b&gt;it is also possible that when it happens, you'd have to turn into stone&lt;/b&gt;. So after falling into that seemingly endless hole, after having climb our way back out, what if you find another hole to fall into??? Would you take that risk? That's where the real question enters, &lt;b&gt;Should you hold back?&lt;/b&gt; or Take the fall again? That's just what life gives yah, confusing choices. Choices that make you want to just sit there and be idle and indifferent, making you think, &lt;i&gt;What if I just won't give a damn? &lt;/i&gt; In the end, you'll chose to fall.... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. You'll close your eyes and blindly leap into the unknown... and then get hurt... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;again&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. But then, what if it's for real this time? &lt;b&gt;What if lightning has already struck you?&lt;/b&gt; It won't really be happily ever after like in the fairy tales we used to read, but then that person will make you smile everytime they come inside the room... and they'll make you laugh though they're a tad bit corny... and wipe your tears away when storms come...  Nobody said you'll always have to take the easy way to happiness... Hold back a little, that's okay but &lt;b&gt;take the leap when time comes that you have to... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/D/daddysgirl/1038272052_PicsOcean2.jpg" border="0" alt="Ocean2"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You come from the Ocean.  You've always been drawn&lt;br&gt;to the sea, the sound of the waves, the crystal&lt;br&gt;blue water, near the sea is where you belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/daddysgirl/quizzes/Where%20Did%20Your%20Soul%20Originate%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Where Did Your Soul Originate?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91489315?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91489315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91489315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91489315' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91173350</id><published>2003-03-22T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T17:54:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm back at Avalon since I accidentally left the stuff I had printed after surfing the net earlier this afternoon... I forgot to mention in my blog earlier that today is Boging's Graduation... &lt;b&gt;Congrats little sis!&lt;/b&gt; Another chapter in life is over... If highschool was crazy, then try college! Right guys???  At least now, there will be cute guys all over not like in high school, where we are stuck with faces of girls you've seen for almost half a decade... hehe. You might be asking why I'm not there in CIC watching Boging and her friends receive their diplomas. It turns out, parents are the only ones given tickets to their graduation. So I'm stuck at home doing nothing... and Bouvier's too lazy to go out... Claire's dad just arrived from Saudi so I have no choice but to stay home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a quiz at Gurl.com entitled, "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;What Color is Your Love?: The Love Style Quiz&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" Wanted to put it into a link so you can directly take the quiz but unfortunately, Avalon doesn't have Microsoft Frontpage... So you'll just have to visit the site yourself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;My test result&lt;/u&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;GURL would identify you as the classic red-blooded lover: passionate, abandoned and a great admirer of physical beauty. Ah, the romantic, the prime target of Cupid's arrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hit, red types have a tendency to fall hard. Think lovesick--fluttering heart, sweating palms, an upset stomach. What do you say, are you a sucker for a stranger's pretty face? And if you meet the right stranger, do you wind up spending every waking minute with your beloved? You may become smitten, but don't worry, it's unlikely you're ever in such a haze that you'll stay in a bad relationship for the sake of love&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so funny cuz it's true... I can say some friends are witnesses to my illness whenever that someone passes by... Sometimes, I'd stop breathing for a second and my palms would be all sweaty... Other times, I'd look like I'm about to faint... I don't know why this happens. That line, "Blood rushes to my head" is really applicable to me. I'd feel so dizzy afterwards... Silly me huh??? My barkada thinks so since it's really obvious because I'm a happy-go-lucky person, really loud and really talkative and I suddenly go silent whenever he passes by so it's the real extremes...Hehe. Hahaayy summer... a break from seeing him. Maybe then I'll get over him... The two M's i mean... Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1041995613_ensitiveGF.gif" border="0" alt="You're Sensitive and you'd like to stay that way.."&gt;&lt;br&gt;-Sensitive- You're Sensitive, and you'd like to&lt;br&gt;stay that way. Sorry,listened to a bit too much&lt;br&gt;Jewel there. You're sweet and very emotionally&lt;br&gt;charged. You definitely love the person you're&lt;br&gt;with, and always want to know how they're&lt;br&gt;feeling so you can make sure they're happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Girlfriend%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Girlfriend Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, you're not dense... Telling me to use my mind over my heart is right. I mean, I'm the type of person who reprimands my friends whenever they do something stupid for love but then I am doing the same thing they do. It's about time I use my head... It's been a long time already. Thanks again for listening to me. And there's something else I want to add. I don't know if I should do this but my conscience keeps on bugging me. Here goes: Gary, I'm sorry if I'm really harsh to you. But the you must understand that you're really annoying sometimes and also quite irritating. People have been having conversations about you, about us feeling bad that we treat you bad but then you have to control yourself too. Just be yourself you know what I mean??? You don't have to be good at everything, you don't have to make friends with everyone, and greet everyone just so people will like you. Do something you're really good at and stick to that... That way you won't bug anyone that much. Once you truly discover who you are, then you won't feel bad about yourself... face facts okay??? Face what's real! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/X/xdeadxstarx/1043989899_uresYellow.JPG" border="0" alt="Yellow info"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your Heart is Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/xdeadxstarx/quizzes/What%20Color%20is%20Your%20Heart%3F%20/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Color is Your Heart? &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe my heart is yellow...Hahaha! People who know me knows what I've been through... Certainly my heart can't be yellow. Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/V/vinacross/1045378939_ffCheerful.gif" border="0" alt="Cheerful"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're the cheerful smile,the one that's truly&lt;br&gt;happy with almost everything you do and would&lt;br&gt;never cahnge your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/vinacross/quizzes/What%20Kind%20of%20Smile%20are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What Kind of Smile are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's getting quite obvious I guess that I'm so bored this afternoon so I might as well quit this... Hehe. Buh-bye!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91173350?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91173350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91173350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91173350' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91167827</id><published>2003-03-22T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T14:30:46.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Is it official???&lt;/b&gt; Has classes really ended? I guess not... Not for the students under Mdm. Coscos... We have to go back to school this tuesday to submit out slumbooks... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/I/ICouLdFallinLoVe/1043888299_Stuffsweet.jpg" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ICouLdFallinLoVe/quizzes/What%20word%20describes%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;What word describes you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;What awaits you this summer?&lt;/b&gt; Just met up with Peggy yesterday. She's an owner of a small daycare in V. Rama and she asked me to teach Arts and Crafts at her school. I'll be teaching eight pre-school kids.. four in the morning and another four in the afternoon... I'm so excited!!!! Aside from the fact that I'll be earning money this summer, I'll also be doing something I really love-- &lt;b&gt;ART!&lt;/b&gt; So now I'm here at Avalon, looking for different Arts and Crafts activities (since our computer is still unavailable)... Any suggestions for Arts and Crafts activities??? It would sure help if you would give suggestions... Bill??? John??? Maia? Van??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;So what will you guys be up to this summer??? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;  Gym maybe??? Sports??? Or maybe just pig out all summer??? Oink oink...hehe. Even if it's summer, you guys better update you blogs (that goes for me too...hehe.) so we can catch up on the different activities we have this summer... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I have to go. I'm paying a lot already for this... I'll see yah guys soon. Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;This is a song I really love by Aaliyah. Hope you like it too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Miss You&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aaliyah&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ho...&lt;br /&gt;Hey...ey...ey...ey...&lt;br /&gt;N-n-n-n-no, no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It�s been too long and I�m lost without you&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do, said I�ve been needin� you,&lt;br /&gt;wantin� you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin� if you�re the same and who�s been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to college, yes, you went away&lt;br /&gt;Straight from high school you up and left me&lt;br /&gt;We were close friends, also lovers&lt;br /&gt;Did everything for one another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you�re gone and I�m lost without you here now&lt;br /&gt;But I know I gotta live and make it somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me (To me)&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me (Callin�)&lt;br /&gt;Hear me callin� for you (For you)&lt;br /&gt;�Cause it�s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It�s been too long and I�m lost without you&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do, said I�ve been needin� you,&lt;br /&gt;wantin� you (Woo...ooh...ooh...)&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin� if you�re the same and who�s been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I�m sittin� here thinkin� �bout you&lt;br /&gt;And the days we used to share&lt;br /&gt;It�s drivin� me crazy, I don�t know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I�m just wonderin� if you still care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wanna let you know that it�s killin� me&lt;br /&gt;I know you got another life, you gotta concentrate,&lt;br /&gt;baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come back to me (To me)&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me (Callin�)&lt;br /&gt;Hear me callin� for you (For you)&lt;br /&gt;�Cause it�s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It�s been too long and I�m lost without you&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do, said I�ve been needin� you,&lt;br /&gt;wantin� you (Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin� if you�re the same and who�s been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It�s been too long and I�m lost without you&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do, I�ve been needing you, wantin� you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin� if you�re the same and who�s been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I-I&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I-I&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I-I&lt;br /&gt;I-I-I-I-I-I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can�t (I) wait no (No more) more (No)&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away&lt;br /&gt;I don�t really feel like talkin� (No)&lt;br /&gt;Don�t wanna hear them bug me (No, no)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me do you understand me&lt;br /&gt;I can�t do but be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It�s been too long and I�m lost without you (Now tell&lt;br /&gt;what I�m gonna)&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do, I�ve been needin� you, wantin� you&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin� if you�re the same and who�s been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine (Yeah, yeah), I wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;sometimes (Ooh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you (Baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It�s been too long and I�m lost without you (Oh, no,&lt;br /&gt;no, no)&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do, I�ve been needin� you, wantin�&lt;br /&gt;you (Whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin� if you�re the same and who�s been with you&lt;br /&gt;(Hey...)&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes (Oh,&lt;br /&gt;no, baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It�s been too long (Oh, yeah) and I�m lost without you&lt;br /&gt;So what am I gonna do (No, no) I�ve been needin� you,&lt;br /&gt;wantin� you (Baby)&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin� if you�re the same and who�s been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart still mine, I wanna cry sometimes&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91167827?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91167827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91167827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91167827' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-91033081</id><published>2003-03-20T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T11:24:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;The Last Two Days of Classes&lt;/b&gt; Actually, I never expected &lt;i&gt;my&lt;/i&gt; last day of classes to be like this... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So normal&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;... Why normal? You might ask me... It's cause nothing much happened... Last sem, I was out the whole finals week --- having fun... I miss Bouvier and Winche, my hanging out buddies last sem... and this sem, we haven't really spent that much time together... I'm afraid the semester will have to end without em'... This semester, I've been so busy I don't really know what to do first... Especially busy with PE projects nowadays... Imagine, our teacher returned our slumbooks cuz she still wasn't satisfied with them! The rebel that I am to teachers, I wanted to butt in while she was yadda-yadda-ing in front of us and say, "Excuse me Madame. Slumbooks are supposed to be creative expressions of ourselves... Why are you trying to dictate to us what to do??" But then maybe she'd have to fail me... She's a tough teacher... I've decided to just rebel discreetly... PE14G, 830-930, I guess we'll see each other's faces again this monday.... Gggrrr....Meaning, after longing so hard to get sleep, I still won't be getting any....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a long talk with John Lim yesterday... Thanks for listening to me rant about him again... People have I guess, grown immune to my rantings... It's been months already anyway... I've been stupid and I know that. That's why I entitled my blogspot &lt;b&gt;Hanging ON&lt;/b&gt; cuz I am doing so... Hanging on to myself and letting go at the same time... Letting go of things I can't have... Things that are not for me... I'm sad, I'm furious but I have to start on a new slate... &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nobody said it had to be easy...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; Just smiling though my heart is aching...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;My personality is rated 39.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midgetfarm.com/quiz/personality.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;What is yours?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.midgetfarm.com" target="_self"&gt;quiz by midgetfarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took the personality quiz and I totally agree with the result... I mean, it saying that I'm an adventurous person quick in making decisions... What can you say guys??? Is 39/50 right for me??? Do you enjoy being in my company because of the excitement I raiate??? hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/stereotypequiz.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.luminesce-impression.com/cheerleader.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;which stereotype are you?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'd love to show you guys more results of the quizzes I took but I really have to go. I'm in Avalon right now and have to make my lab report... See yah guys in school! Claire, Brix this Saturday aight??? Can't wait.... Mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-91033081?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91033081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/91033081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91033081' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-90931878</id><published>2003-03-19T00:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T01:13:08.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;mY reTurN...&lt;/b&gt; Hello peeps... Just came back from my vacation... (Vacation kaha? or PE overtime?) First off, congratulations to Claire for successfully learning to create her own blogspot without any help from anyone... Just a persistent study of her own HTML book... Hey compe people, we should be ashamed of ourselves... A polsci student managed to make her blogspot on her own... By the way claire, do you know the meaning of HTML in our terms??? hehe. Inform her you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you guys missed me huh??? Hehe. People have been asking where I was... Actually, I've been busy with a lot of things... Band, crosstitch plus going out... So what have I been up to lately??? Been going out most of the time. It's funny cuz peeps are wondering why I have time to go out even with all these projects (especially our major of all major subejcts: PE)... Well peeps, going out is an essential part of my life... No matter how busy I am, I have to go out and take a breezer... At least I can relax for even a few hours... Right??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not the only one who's dead scared about the results of this sem... Most of the peeps haven't been working that hard with their studies and that includes me... I know I've been so lax and the reason I'm cramming and getting frantic with meeting the deadliest deadlines is because I've been too lazy to make or do stuff earlier... When will I ever learn??? Last friday night, we had a studying session here at the house... (STudying or Cramming session?) I guess it was a &lt;b&gt;cramming session&lt;/b&gt;... We bought apples(since discovery channel says it can help you stay wide awake), tons of coffee and lots and lots of peanuts... We were determined to study... (and have fun) It doesn't hurt to have a little fun right??? Our house that friday night transformed into a mini-activity center. Imagine, our house was divided into two since my li'l sis' classmates also slept over to make their cake decorating project... There were six of them and eleven of us... The CICeans stayed in the dining room and kitchen and the Carolinians occupied the whole sala... It was an adventure... Twas' a little hard for me since I was the host of the study session and had to entertain certain requests and favors but then it was still quite an experience... what's really funny is that we ate so many apples and drank coffee that even if we wanted to stop studying and go to sleep, we couldn't sleep even if we force ourselves to sleep... So, crammed into the comforter we spread in our sala, we surfed through tv channels (even watched an  aerobics competition at ESPN) and to no avail, our eyese were still wide awake even when the sun has already risen... the only peeps who managed to sleep were kimberly(who was sleepy even earlier in the evening), kit(who never drank coffee) and feona(who had a headache earlier in th evening)... we kept waking them up cuz we so envy them for falling asleep... our bodies were all hyperactive...we finally gave up and had our breakfast and took our baths... but when we received our test papers, we were all shocked... damn, the test was so difficult!!! for the first time, we all weren't sure of our  answers... At least we had fun... Just hope we'll have as much fun when we receive our grades... hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Canence, Rhea and Edu are here at our house... The initial plan was to study Physics but instead of studying, we're watching Jerry Maguire and surfing the net. At least, I'm downloading an installer for the HP deskjet710 series. (Rhea's laptop can't read the cd installer) and surfing the net for info about Joan of Arc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I better publish this before my connection gets disconnected... Talk to yah all soon! Ple, thanks for visiting my site... Miss yah best friend! Mwah! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-90931878?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/90931878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/90931878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90931878' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-89236619</id><published>2003-02-17T20:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T21:02:57.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>otmaiI have to make this quick since I still have lots of cross-stitching to do... I have to pursue my cross-stitching career or else I would have to face sheer and pure embarrassment --- fail PE14G!!! Won't that be embarrassing? It certainly would... hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so full from the big-big servings at Bigby's...(Yum-yum, Bigby's Carbonara and ribs) It's my mommy's birthday today! I think she turned 53 today... &lt;b&gt;Happy Birthday Mommy!!! I love you so much... &lt;/b&gt;Yah know, I never thought it would come to this point when my mom and I could talk about stuff... Cuz before, we always argue about anything... I guess it comes with maturity... Now, all of us, my two sisters, my mom and I could talk about anything.. even our love lives!!! Sometimes, we even rush home to chika with our mom... Maybe it's cuz that's how they were brought up... My lola was really understanding too...(Miss you lola...) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never went to school today... After PE, Maia and I agreed that we'd go home to do our cross-stitch and return to school by 1230 for our COME 222... But then I got comfy in our sofa, in front of the TV that I decided to skip COME 222... After lunch, I  made meh  a cup of coffee and sat down to watch tv but then 230 came and I got so lazy and so engrossed by the movie I was watching that I said to myself, "What the heck! I'll skip all my classes altogether!" I wonder what they did at school today... So bad meh again huh??? Promise, promise won't skip my class anymore...hehe. Don't have enough absences left to do em anyways... Ey, got news! I know how to fix our electricity here at home!!! My dad wasn't around and somehow our electric plank got busted! My dad taught me through the phone on what to do with it and I fixed it on my own... The fuse wire got burned so I had to change it... And voila! The lights came on after that... hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watced "&lt;b&gt;Got to Believe&lt;/b&gt;" this morning when I got home... Call me corny, OA for watching it but damn, the movie was great... It was really funny cuz when the movie was about to end, Maia and I texted to each other lines from the movie... So, does finding forever in someone come only when our age is quite appropriate for us to marry??? or are we capable of finding it with someone in our age today??? The real question here is: "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Does forever really exist???&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; I'm afraid to say it now... Cuz believe it or not, I once said I found forever in someone... The future is still fogged up and no matter how much we use telescopes, we can't foresee the future... Have I really found forever in that person??? or is there still someone out there whose right for me? Nah... Might as well live life a cup half with "What if's" and half with "No matter what's..." Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"So what awaits me today?" She thought as she rolled in her bed to glance out her window. Her eyes swollen from crying, she stands up, grabs her towel and mumbles to herself, "What needs to come, comes."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-89236619?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/89236619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/89236619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89236619' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-89189055</id><published>2003-02-16T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-17T20:28:34.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://us.ent2.yimg.com/musicfinder.yahoo.com/images/yahoo/murder_inc/ashanti/0202_ashanti_a.jpg" WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=117 ALT="Photo Gallery"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://us.ent2.yimg.com/musicfinder.yahoo.com/images/yahoo/murder_inc/jarule/1002_ja_rule.jpg" WIDTH=200 HEIGHT=117 ALT="Photo Gallery"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Girl your stare, those eyes I (love it when you look at me baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your lips, your smile I (love it when you kiss me baby)&lt;br /&gt;Your hips, those thighs I (love it when you call me baby)&lt;br /&gt;And I can't, deny I (love it when I'm with you baby)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-89189055?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/89189055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/89189055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89189055' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-89188244</id><published>2003-02-16T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-16T23:42:47.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello peeps!!! Sowee if I've been kinda' lost --- don't worry, I'm still here! Just enjoyed the weekend festivities of Valentine's Day... Guess I enoyed too much that I think this is the worst hangover I've had... hehe. Feels like I've been on board a ship through a stormy sea... You know that feeling when even if you've stepped out of the boat, it feels like you're still floatin'??? That's how I felt when I arrived home last Saturday night (Sunday morning, I mean)... Went out Friday night, went home around 3am... Woke up at 10am... Went to school around 1pm... Went home around 5pm, slept till' 8pm... Had dinner then went out again... Got home around 4am --- managed to sleep by 5am... (It's cuz of that damn coffee)...  I'm exhausted but hey! I had lots of fun... Why start complaining now when the fun's still starting... Boging, Nuni, Yog, Ingrid, Tin, Claire, Mabel and May-may --- next Saturday again!!!! hehe. The funny thing is, the guard knows us already that we don't have trouble going in and out of the bar...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Post Valentine Evaluation:&lt;/b&gt; Hmmmn... So how did my Valentine's Day go??? Well, it was different...that's what I can say. First of, it's different in a sense that I no longer have a boyfriend... So no gift this year... It's okay. At least I got to spend it with people who matter greatly to me... My fwendz... Secondly, we're sophomores so we're officially part of the school's &lt;b&gt;weirdness&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;spontaneity&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;fun&lt;/b&gt;!!!! I woke up early, tried to look my best and went to school light-hearted... I admit, there were low-low-low times of the day... Guess it comes with a loveless Valetine's day... I think I'll take Maia's advice: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;You can't teach your heart... It's only your mind you can teach...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; That advice hits the spot perfectly... The heart never learns... Sometimes I ask myself, "&lt;i&gt;Why take great risks just for love? Why make myself foolish over it? Why feel stupid&lt;/i&gt;?" But then they say, you haven't really fallen in love if you haven't fallen hard... As the cutie Ja Rule says: &lt;b&gt;Pain is Love!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Anyway, did lots of daring things last friday... One is, the Purple Frenzy guitarist, Al and I pushed through with our plans of the song-a-gram! It was a blast... I never thought of it as daring not until my cousins and Aunts told me it was... I guess it was. I mean, who else would have dared to sing in front of strangers who are much older than me??? Impromptu... hehe. Well, that was one great memory... Time to paste that one up in my mental album... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since most of my barkada don't have boyfriends, Ivy decided to celebrate her birthday last friday and declared it a single's night out... It was indeed a great idea... We ate dinner at Seajoy Seafood Restaurant (Sorry to say but damn, the food was not that great)... Then went to Brix afterwards... It's amazing what Tequila can do to you! After 5 shots, I astoundingly stepped up Brix ledge and danced to one song... Mabel and I then sang Jennifer Lopez's "All I Have"... holding bottles as microphones... Mabel did the rap part and I did Jennifer Lopez's part... Then we did Ja Rule and Ashanti's "Mesmerize"... Will I do it again??? Maybe yes, maybe no... We just don't know...hehe.  My neck kinda' hurts from dancing two straight nights... My voice got hoarse from singing and shouting out rap lyrics... The best! Especially when spent with such great great friends... Some of whom are younger than me... Two years younger than me actually... My li'l sister's barkada who has somehow become my barkada too.  Funny some people thought we're the same age... Sometimes, some even think Boging is my older sister!!! Hahahaha! What does that mean??? Do we really look that young that we can still pass up as high school students or does my little sister and her friends look that mature to pass up for eighteen year olds??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lying on her bed, she thought to herself, "How come we can't erase memories as easily as we erase files in our computer recycle bin?" Somehow, that empty gaping hole in her life has gotten bigger and bigger... Will she ever learn to let go?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-89188244?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/89188244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/89188244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89188244' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88898376</id><published>2003-02-11T14:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T14:35:40.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a cool thought I got from YM.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Normal is only a setting on a washing machine."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88898376?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88898376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88898376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88898376' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88898178</id><published>2003-02-11T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T14:33:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm at Avalon right now... Slowly becoming a blog addict... Before this was our COMPe 221 Lab... Unfortunately, I was asked to transfer from Maia and Vanessa's group to Chige and Marecor's group... At first, I thought to myself, &lt;i&gt;I'm dead&lt;/i&gt;... But then I realized, it's not such a bad thing... By transferring, I managed to work hard and rack my brains to make room for new info... We somehow hacked it with thorough analyzation and of course, constant pleas to Feona and Fame to explain some parts to us... I admit, I never had a single thing to contribute to the program... We just copied it from Feona's group... It makes me think, &lt;i&gt;Is that it? Is that how I'm going to go through college?&lt;/i&gt; It worries me yah know... As of now, I'm on a 3-hour break and I'm still having doubts whether I'll attend ES18 or not... I guess I will... I guess &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I must..&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Canence will be coming over and maybe we'll play billiards...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so far from people today... I don't know. I guess it's partly my fault since sometimes I get so damn indifferent... Sometimes, I'd step aside and just watch from afar... I guess I somehow got that from my best friend... Her insensitivity is catching on to me...  There was even a time in senior year when one of my friends asked me why I don't give a damn anymore... I paused for awhile and tried to think... And I realized that yeah, I don't really care that much... I guess that's how you get after caring so much but receiving nothing but deceit and pain... Even when they were all frantic in making these paper stars, I'd just sit on my own chair and do nothing... Stare at the board, or just write something at the back of my notebook... Good thing I still have friends even if I'm sometimes like this... I miss my barkada... The &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thugs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... They've been sticking around for years already and I'm very thankful that they're still around... I'm amazed at the fact that though we don't see each other for months, everytime we're together, it feels like nothing's changed... Birthdays are my favorite... We'd always get together for that... And we'd always have so much fun... Over the years, even after going through so many things, both good and tough, our bond is much stronger...  What will become of us in 10 years??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a surprise text conversation today with Martin... Though we're both moving on with our lives, I'm really happy that we still haven't forgotten that common ground in which we got together in the first place... Our friendship... I'm glad he's still sticking around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I should end here... Still have an assignment to finish... If any of you thugs are reading this, I miss yah all so much... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88898178?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88898178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88898178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88898178' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88851898</id><published>2003-02-10T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T22:57:40.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know a lot of people are affected by this song... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;YOU DON�T KNOW ME&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jann Arden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;And then you say hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I can hardly speak&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating so&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And anyone can tell&lt;br /&gt;You think you know me well but&lt;br /&gt;You don�t know me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you don�t know the one&lt;br /&gt;Who dreams of you at night&lt;br /&gt;Who longs to kiss your lips&lt;br /&gt;Longs to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oh I am just a friend&lt;br /&gt;That�s all I�ve ever been&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don�t know me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never knew the art of making love &lt;br /&gt;Though my heart aches with love for you&lt;br /&gt;Afraid and shy&lt;br /&gt;I let my chance go by&lt;br /&gt;A chance that you might love me too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give your hand to me&lt;br /&gt;And then you say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I watch you walk away &lt;br /&gt;Beside the lucky gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Oh you will never know &lt;br /&gt;The one who loves you so&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don�t know me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88851898?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88851898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88851898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88851898' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88851489</id><published>2003-02-10T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-10T23:13:32.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am I becoming a blog addict? I guess not... Almost there though. I mean, I haven't quite gone to the point where I blog almost every minute and think about blogging every second... Anyway, just arrived from Ayala... Canence and I watched "Lord of the Rings." Yeah, yeah, I'm too late... Everybody's watched it already... I was just too lazy to go early and fall in line. Luckily tonight, we didn't have a hard time going in. In fact, we were so comfy, Canence forgot she had a cup of Coke on her lap, that she spilled it all over her bag... hehe. Clmusy ol' Canence. She's fortunate I don't like Coke that much that I gave her the rest of my drink... We had Bigmac and Sundae for dinner... Ei Tot, you're not the only one having Mcdo Meals... hehe. But I still love breakfast at McDonald's... Makes me reminisce... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how did the VOT interview go??? Yup! I was grilled back-to-back... But at least I wasn't as unfortunate as Vanessa and Canence who were reprimanded for their being members of the council... Don't worry, I bet they were just trying to intimidate you... I guess, that's what they tried to do with me too... You should have just laughed at their faces, like me! I'm so bad am I?? I mean, some of the things they said were obviously things that seemingly intimidates me... They asked me if I love going to Ayala and I replied with a yes. Then they discouraged me by saying that when I get to be a member of the VOT, I won't have time to go to Ayala anymore... What??? You must be kidding me... You people are not living in that office that you no longer have a life... I told them it was okay since I go out at night most of the times... And then they told me, "But then we'd be sleeping here..." Then I told them it was still okay cuz certainly it won't occur everyday... I looked the interviewer in the eye and told them, "Surely, we won't be sleeping here everyday. Only for a few days yes but not everyday..." Then I laughed. I was thinking to myself that maybe I should tell them that I know what's they're up to... That they're just trying to intimidate me... But then I might ruin my chances... Maybe I did cuz when they asked me what I thought about their last issue, I badly commented on one story and said it was too simple and had no effect... Tadaahhh!!! Guess who's the author??? One of the judges... I guess I'm toast... Hehe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to be studying CompE 221 Lab right now. That's me, always too lazy to do work... Some people get furious at me for not panicking... diba Glyng?? hehe. I had a great surprise this afternoon... I passed my ES18 test! Our teacher gave back our papers already and surprisingly, I passed! And to think I never attended the class for almost a week last week... I only attended Monday and Thursday (the day we had the exam)... But I know my luck will run out so I have to work my butt off... When will I ever learn???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peeps, I have one favor to ask you this week. Please help me find my glasses... It's the one with the red frame, almost like a cat's eye glasses... My mom's gonna' kill me! Please??? Thanks daan... Guess I have to end this cuz it's already late and I still have to study... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I just stood up and walked away... Sinabi so sa sarili ko, "Sobra-sobra..." &lt;/i&gt;Bwahahaha!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88851489?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88851489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88851489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88851489' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88740441</id><published>2003-02-08T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-08T12:49:18.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm here at school, waiting to get grilled by the VOT... We're supposed to sit in front of a firing squad of interviewers and get poked at by questions concerning past journalism experiences and voice our opinions about current issues in our society... Damn it, I haven't been really that up to date with news and current affairs... How am I supposed to answer them?  Now I realize that reading a newspaper starting from the back page to the entertainment page and switching the channel from TV Patrol to MTV is a bad idea... Sorry mom... I've learned my lesson... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, this morning when I woke up, I wanted to give up my application and just sleep all day... I usually get like that everytime I'm too timid to wake up... I'd sometimes throw a tantrum cuz of my laziness to wake up... Then I'd get over it right after I take a bath... Obviously, I am not a morning person... So coffee in the mornings is not applicable for me... Starmart coffee mostly takes place at midnight... Then, I'd lay awake the whole night...(Hehe. Kinsa man nang sala nako?) There was even one time when I invited my little sis for coffee at midnight... When we got home at around 3am, i couldn't sleep... So I just did my crosstitch till' 5am... And surfed the net till' 7am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened to me yesterday??? &lt;smile&gt;  For a minute there, I thought I stepped into heaven... Don't laugh... It's true... God does work in mysterious ways... I've been complaining to Canence already why God still haven't answered my prayers and to my astonishment, He did answer it yesterday... Though it only happened for a minute (was it even a minute john rey and maia? or less than that?) It somehow completed my day... &lt;b&gt;Couldn't contain my smile the whole afternoon&lt;/b&gt;... It's amazing how one person can brighten your day... For me, one person who seemingly doesn't want to exist &lt;i&gt;that &lt;/i&gt;much in this world... Thank God that person got so nervous... It made me smile more thinking bout' how that person got so frantic... (hehe, Josh Hartnett in Pearl Harbor) Weird me huh? Some people would have complained how a person is so shy... Yup, I complain sometimes but a person's shyness is so cute sometimes...  Remember peeps when I got worried because that person greeted me for three straight days already?? I was worried that we no longer have 'that' awkward moment... Guys who are reading this, don't get confused... It's just me so don't generalize. Maybe you'd get worried thinking you got girls figured out already... But then, I've got news for you, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;you think you know but you have no idea...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;(What's this? An edition of MTV diary?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is it for today... Don't have anything else to say... Ah by the way, please advertise this peeps... Our guitarist and I are willing to sing a song for your special someone this coming Feb.14... We'd do it for 50 bucks! A fair price right??? Imagine, we'd have to sing sings all day... We accept orders for Main and TC campuses... We're still discussing if we'd do it for people who have special persons in other schools (perhaps, CDC? You know who you are...) I think it would cost a lot more than 50 bucks since we have to pay for gas... If you like the idea, approach me... Tell your other friends too... Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88740441?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88740441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88740441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88740441' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88586494</id><published>2003-02-05T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-05T20:45:14.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just ate my dinner... Arrived home late cuz I had to attend two meetings this afternoon... Bad me: Didn't attend ES18 again... I'm worried about it yah know... It's not as if I enjoy skipping the class... It turns out, we had a seatwork this afternoon...And the worst part here is, we'll be having an exam tomorrow... Throw something at me please... So I can attend the class... Just not in the mood to sit for an hour and listen to someone rant (I say rant cuz discussing is not so appropriate)... I get easily discouraged by teachers who don't teach well... Yeah, yeah, people will say,"Don't blame it on the teacher..." But sometimes, they're obviously the ones to be blamed... Right peeps???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This afternoon, everything happened at almost the end of the day... Had no class in two subjects so we all just hung out and talked... Mostly about relationships and the ever fated topic, &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... don't start rolling your eyes yet... guys were in the conversation too... sometimes, some things surprise me... never thought guys could get &lt;i&gt;that&lt;/i&gt; fazed by &lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;... hhmmmm.... i wonder, how it would feel to be a guy??? certainly a lot easier... i guess. at least you don't have a monthly visitor and at least you guys don't have to have a little person taken out of your bodies (when the time comes)... that hurts yah know??? hehe. what about it guys??? is it a whole lot easier to be a guy??? and one thing... guys can make the first move! well, that's another story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;turning a page&lt;/b&gt;: indeed, guys can make the first move... yeah, yeah it's not that easy... you have to endure the shame, nervousness and sometimes the pain... but what could be worst than &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;waiting in vain&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;??? &lt;b&gt;yup yup yup&lt;/b&gt; that's what we do --- we &lt;b&gt;WAIT&lt;/b&gt;! if it isn't for this exceptionally traditional world we leave in... but then a friend once asked me, &lt;b&gt;"What if girls can indeed make the first move? Would you dare to do it?"&lt;/b&gt; Nah!!! It's more romantic this way... But more painful... But then, either way, there's always pain... Right? &lt;b&gt;Ergo&lt;/b&gt;, (hehe) let's just leave things as they are!!! (Yeah, easier said than done...)  If it's meant to happen, it'll happen... Nobody said it had to be easy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to end this... Still got to practice my song for tomorrow... and I don't have the slightest idea what to sing yet... Damn it... Life's been busy these days... Have so much going on... It's good I guess... At least I have little time to think about the pain that's still knocking... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88586494?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88586494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88586494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88586494' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88527379</id><published>2003-02-04T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T20:20:31.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Never Felt This Way (Interlude)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia Keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhhhh...There will never come a day&lt;br /&gt;You will ever hear me say&lt;br /&gt;That I want&lt;br /&gt;Or need to be without you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna give my all &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, just hold me&lt;br /&gt;Simply control me&lt;br /&gt;Because your arms&lt;br /&gt;They keep away the lonelys&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Then I realize&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you in my life&lt;br /&gt;All I need is you in my life &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I never felt this way about love...No&lt;br /&gt;Never felt so good...Baby&lt;br /&gt;Never felt this way about love&lt;br /&gt;And it feels so good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a song by my fave artist... First lyric that I'll post here... If only you can hear the song... It's "&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;mesmerizing&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;"... You can request it from me...hehe. Dream on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88527379?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88527379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88527379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88527379' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88524484</id><published>2003-02-04T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T18:29:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here it is!!! Served fresh and hot and colorful...hehe. Special thanks to maia donsen... blogger angel... right plum and bill? don't be too astounded with my background color... what can say? it takes on from the author --- cute! hehe.  Just finished my little sis' site too... It's pretty cute... it's on my link if you're curious about what's going on in a 17 year old's mind... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never attended ES18 class today... Don't reprimand me... If you were in that classroom, you'd want to give up too... Honestly, the last topic i understood in ES was moment and that was ages ago... I though a change of instructor would do us good but then it's still the same... I know people can relate to this... You know those classes when you wonder whether you're really attending classes and actually learning or you're just attending classes and forget you're supposed to learn and just sit there, stare at the board, chat with your seatmate... COmpe221 is getting better though... I'm trying to catch up with things... I just hope I'm not that late... Good thing it hit me --- I'm not paying for all these... my parents are...(Good gizelle...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's talk about karma.... It really does come! It comes and it goes... Anyway, something really bad happened to my little sister last year and I was placed in the middle of all of it... I tried to take control of it and try not to take sides but it got worst... So i stepped aside and allowed fate to take its toll... And now, sorry to say, it's your turn friend! I mean, that person who used to be my friend... that person who told me i could trust her... what can i do??? it's karma working here not me... so a reminder to all of us: think before you leap... bad things you do might have taken its course and is just around the corner...ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88524484?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88524484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88524484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88524484' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88477023</id><published>2003-02-04T00:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-04T00:12:03.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First official blog: This spot is not done yet but I think it's about time that I make this official. You all must be thinking: "&lt;i&gt;How did did you ever come up with that title?"&lt;/i&gt;  I have my best friend, Apple, to thank for that. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Hang in there..."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  That's what she used to tell everytime it seems the whole world's shattering on me... Well ple, here I am! Hanging on... Hope you are too... I miss yah so much! Come home already...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just finished watching "Boys and Girls." Thanks Maia for lending me the cd... Sowee I can't return it to you yet... Still have to view it again. I really got to relate to it yah know? I think people who've seen the movie and at the same time, know a certain something about me, know what I'm talking about...hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shifting to the seriou side, I think I'm not alone when I say that we've all been to that place where we're dead-scared of losing someone that we unknowingly and suddenly step off and just be an audience... We force ourselves to become indifferent... But let's deal with it... People come and people go... Some stay for ahwile, some stay forever... It's not for us to control... I'm saying this because it's inevitable... That 'so-called' &lt;b&gt;Big Yellow Taxi&lt;/b&gt; might pull over without us knowing and we'd be belting out, " &lt;i&gt;Oh... we seem to got but you don't know what you got till' it's gone..."&lt;/i&gt;  I might have a tough exterior, but people who know me well should know, I'm not completely sobered up from everything that happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls are confusing, but guys are damn complicated... I know Maia's posted this line not so many months ago... But I guess it's just so true that I had to repeat it... Another year has ended and not much has changed between the male and female species... That inevitable heart's day is coming and I just have one question: &lt;i&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Guys, when are you going to realize that you have to get your butts up and do something?!? MOVE!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; tsk... tsk... tsk... slow-poke... I'm not angry... nope! Just waited an hour today for someone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess I have to end here or you people might think I'm losing my mind... Don't worry... I lost my mind a month ago but I've successfully gotten it back! Nyt-nyt!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88477023?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88477023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88477023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88477023' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5012855.post-88414781</id><published>2003-02-02T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-02-02T16:17:43.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>First blog... Still don't have a tagboard and i know this doesn't look too good yet... That's why I have maia to help me with that. Please? Thanks dons! Anyway, still don't have any idea wha to write. Guess I'll just end here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5012855-88414781?l=ipaythug.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88414781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5012855/posts/default/88414781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ipaythug.blogspot.com/2003_02_02_archive.html#88414781' title=''/><author><name>Gizelle Faye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18424044743617569297</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
