<?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-21764691</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:24:25.347-05:00</updated><title type='text'>.+  M i i S Z J O Y C E E  +.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>59</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115896454584729106</id><published>2006-09-22T16:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T18:04:00.753-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...is she back?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I`m styll alive.&lt;/strong&gt; I`ve been just really busy about school, frankie and family. Too much work to do and I have no time to update anything except friendster for some reason. Anyways, same old as usual and nothing new at all. Monday to Friday - &lt;em&gt;school, go home straight, on the phone with Frankie, homework, on the phone with him again, dinner, and on the phone again and sleep&lt;/em&gt;. Sometimes he reach Sauga (twice or three times a week) and that`s what`s keeping me real busy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;UPDATES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;skool is skool&lt;/strong&gt; - always boring, TOO much work and its not even funny.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt; - maannn&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; we need all to chill for once. Quatro babes when was dah last time we chilled &lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; i cant even fuckingmember&lt;em&gt; !&lt;/em&gt; i miss you guysz&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;family&lt;/strong&gt; - thanks for making us legal at last =)&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend &lt;/strong&gt;- your so far but why do you feel so close &lt;em&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;everything just feel so right for now.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;bessy &lt;/strong&gt;- Its almost our one year&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; arent chuu excited &lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; hmm.. wat was our plans again for our day&lt;em&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;maan bessy, i miss you and you even have no idea.&lt;br /&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;muffin &lt;/strong&gt;- holy shiit did you know that I hate ur ass &lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; GAWD&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;I miss our late nigh talk so mucho mucho. why do you have to be like this &lt;em&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115896454584729106?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115896454584729106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115896454584729106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115896454584729106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115896454584729106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/09/is-she-back.html' title='...is she back?'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115734483149778923</id><published>2006-09-03T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T23:44:12.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>st. catherines and niagara falls</title><content type='html'>I`m so exausted. just got home from our roadtrip again. as usual every sunday we go and explore "Ontario" with family and family friends. pictures are not up to my multiply but i promise i`ll put them up when I have time. We went to St. Catherines, Port Dollhouse, Welland Canal, Niagara on the Lake, Oakville. We passed the Niagara falls and we saw a huge &lt;s&gt;ferris&lt;/s&gt; skywheel. We decided to ride the skywheel -- my very very first time. They forced me to join them actually. At first I got so scared yet it wasn`t bad as it looks. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, me and Frankie had been writing "&lt;strong&gt;love letters&lt;/strong&gt;". I wanna post them but he doesn`t want me to. He thinks its soo "&lt;strong&gt;corny&lt;/strong&gt;" but I think its really sweet. gaaad&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; few more days till our &lt;strong&gt;four&lt;/strong&gt; months. i can`t wait =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; more day&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; aren`t you excited ? caz i am. I wonder what`s my classes, where`s my locker and who`s my new lunch buddies. HAHA. but I`m nervous too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-happy sweet sixteen genesis.&lt;br /&gt;-happy one month lara and adriano&lt;br /&gt;-happy birthday nordy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115734483149778923?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115734483149778923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115734483149778923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115734483149778923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115734483149778923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/09/st-catherines-and-niagara-falls.html' title='st. catherines and niagara falls'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115698040472120136</id><published>2006-08-30T18:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T23:38:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>school preparations // drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ediiit &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`ve been tagged by &lt;a href="http://gee.suplada.net/"&gt;Kikay&lt;/a&gt;. The rules are on &lt;a href="http://gee.suplada.net/?page_id=129"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; page.&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;em&gt;i`m using Kikay`s link for the rules.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m short. - yupyup and please don`t ask wats my height.&lt;br /&gt;I`m attracted to girls. - if they have &lt;strong&gt;BIG BIG ASS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;yess..&lt;br /&gt;I like British accents. - its hawt and its kinda funny too sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;I speak more than two languages. - YES&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; English, Tagalog, Cebuano and a lil bit of French.&lt;br /&gt;I do drugs. - used to. but I stop =)&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy taking pictures. - DEFiNATELY&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rely on my parents for money. - yessss caz they don`t want me to work. I DON`T KNOW WHY&lt;em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;I`m good at sports. - badminton&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; still working in golfing. haha&lt;br /&gt;I eat when I`m upset. - totally. icecream, chocolate, list goes on...&lt;br /&gt;My sibling/s annoy me. - ALL THE TiME.&lt;br /&gt;I have sibling/s. - younger sister &lt;strong&gt;PLUS &lt;/strong&gt;Frankie`s two brothers. &lt;strong&gt;MY SPONGY AND PLANKTON&lt;/strong&gt; (:&lt;br /&gt;I can sing. - in the bathroom&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; YES =D&lt;br /&gt;I`m a good liar. - sometimes&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; but never worked at Frankie. &lt;strong&gt;HE ALWAYS GOT ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; i dont know why.&lt;br /&gt;I`ve cut myself. - i was going to. but my sister saw me and called my mom.&lt;br /&gt;I have been cheated on. - yupyup and he should suck his balls (=&lt;br /&gt;My favourite color is pink. - pink and purple are &lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think "South Park" is funny. - im not sure. but, &lt;strong&gt;RAYMARK&lt;/strong&gt; thinks its really funny. &lt;strong&gt;TACO BURRITO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; i dont get that&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in LOVE. - i am in love =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PASS TO: &lt;a href="http://jem.faint-hope.org/"&gt;Jeanne&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.roawrr.blogspot.com/"&gt;Roji&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.feiryairah.blogspot.com/"&gt;Airah&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://www.asianz-kawaiiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Teri&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://nini.pinaychiq.com/"&gt;Nini&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;editends/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m ready for skool except for one thing - &lt;strong&gt;pants&lt;/strong&gt;. I can`t find that really fit me and its really pissing me off. I`ve been eating &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; lately to reach size one. I know its really pathetic. I got my contacts, bags, white shirts and school supplies ready. I`m hella excited. Imma miss my lunch buddies, &lt;strong&gt;MOBABERGiRLS&lt;/strong&gt; and those who graduated this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and my mom had fight yesterday. As in we end up both crying. She was really pissed at me and now i really feel bad. I called Frankie last night and told him everything happened and he wants me to say sorry to her. As if thats easy to do. I promise not to talk to her ever ever ever. But kanina lang we just talk. I guess di talaga matiis. *thnks for breaking the "house rules" babe -&lt;strong&gt;NO PHONE TiLL 11 PM&lt;/strong&gt; and he was still using it till 12 just to listen to me crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays comming up:&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 01 - Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 04 - Genesis&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 05 - Tita Paz&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 06 - Kris Marie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sept. 07 - MY DAY (=&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 09 - Tito Jaorge {Frankie`s dad}&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 12 - Maico&lt;br /&gt;Sept. 14 - Marmie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115698040472120136?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115698040472120136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115698040472120136&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115698040472120136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115698040472120136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/school-preparations-drama.html' title='school preparations // drama'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115678711978531715</id><published>2006-08-28T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T12:45:19.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Randomness</title><content type='html'>Randomness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning my closet when I saw pictures of my ex and some papers. Its quite long time since were off. There`s a lot of &lt;strong&gt;unexpected&lt;/strong&gt; things happened. I realized that most of the girls are the one`s &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; got hurt and torn at the &lt;strong&gt;end&lt;/strong&gt;. We take things &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;seriously and we`re the one who expect so much that they are going to catch us when we fall. But after the breakup and tears, there`s a period of time when nostalgia and loneliness may cloud &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; judgement. We miss the feeling or the comfort of being in love. We also promise ourselves never to fall in love because afraid of getting hurt &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. It takes time to heal and being on our own is difficult at first, but eventually we discover that there is a &lt;strong&gt;bright &lt;/strong&gt;side. Its hard and it hurts to accept &lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;. But we need to remember just because something was once a good fit doesn`t mean it &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; will be. Everything happens for a reason and for its own purpose. God will not give you challenges that you can`t handle. Forgiveness is is necessary to move forward and the best to let go. Life is about trusting your feelings and taking chances, losing and finding hapiness. Appreciating the memories and learning from the pain and realizing that people always &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115678711978531715?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115678711978531715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115678711978531715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115678711978531715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115678711978531715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/randomness.html' title='Randomness'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115631120162679435</id><published>2006-08-23T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T01:03:25.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>roadtrip / movie time / the boyfriend</title><content type='html'>For the past few days I`ve been watching a lot of movies -- She`s the Man, The Devil Wears Prada, My Super Ex-Girlfriend, Click and Blue Moon {&lt;em&gt;thnksz babe&lt;/em&gt;} You guys should watch &lt;strong&gt;Blue Moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; i think its pretty old &lt;strong&gt;filipino&lt;/strong&gt; movie but its really good. I watched it twice with my mom. its really touching and nakakaiyak &lt;strong&gt;super&lt;/strong&gt; *rolleyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;081906&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;Markham&lt;/strong&gt; to visit my grandma and we also joined the Santo Nino Mass. It was nice seeing her again since its been a year when we last saw her. We also went to &lt;strong&gt;Pacific Mall&lt;/strong&gt; to buy school supplies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;082006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cancelled golfing and decided go roadtrip na lang. We went to Sandbank beach, Deseronto, Kingston and&lt;strong&gt; 1,000&lt;/strong&gt; Islands. It was raining but it was fun still. We got home really late as usual. pictures are still &lt;strong&gt;not &lt;/strong&gt;up.. I`ll post it in my multiply tomorrow hopefully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;082106&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed home the wholeday. Been hectic for the past days so I need rest. btw, i put new layouts here and &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/miszjoycee"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;. I also upload all the pictures from the trip. I love this day, Frankie and I had an awesome conversation ever ever ever and its for the record baby =) &lt;strong&gt;PLUS &lt;/strong&gt;he`s been watching filipino movies too. He wants to learn how to speak &lt;strong&gt;tagalog&lt;/strong&gt; and also my language - &lt;strong&gt;bisaya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bacon + fob = love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;082206&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie picked me up today. &lt;strong&gt;GRRREEAAATTT DAY&lt;/strong&gt; as usual=) talk about some of &lt;strong&gt;our &lt;/strong&gt;problems, future plans, meeting the parents &lt;strong&gt;soooon&lt;/strong&gt;, past events, fifteen, the "issue" and etc. btw, I wanna watch &lt;strong&gt;Just my Luck&lt;/strong&gt; soo bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taglines:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just my Luck&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;Everything changed in the wink of an eye.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Step Up&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;- Every second chance begins with a first step.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;She`s the man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; -&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Everybody has a secret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Super Ex-Girlfriend&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;He broke her heart. She broke his everything ++ If you love someone... set them free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Click&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;em&gt;What If you had a universal remote .. that controlled your universe ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115631120162679435?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115631120162679435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115631120162679435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115631120162679435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115631120162679435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/roadtrip-movie-time-boyfriend.html' title='roadtrip / movie time / the boyfriend'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115591989035617232</id><published>2006-08-18T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T11:51:30.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Myspace &lt;/strong&gt;is taking my time and I`m so addicted to it now. Friendster is really getting boring. I styll need to fix the picturetrail and the background though. But I like I like it =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie and Raymark reached Sauga on tuesday. We went to SquareOne to gt the &lt;strong&gt;Scarface poster&lt;/strong&gt;. Whereas Raymark bought books to finish all the series of his favourite authors. Oh yeah we saw Kristine and Angelo there. You guys should see Raymark`s new look. New haircut plus his new contact lens. &lt;em&gt;riight tin ?&lt;/em&gt; Then, went strolling around the mall and end up going to Kariya Park since atat na atat na magbasa si Raymark. &lt;em&gt;*ahem*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;neeeeerd&lt;/strong&gt;. jokes=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, me and Frankie decided to watched &lt;strong&gt;Step Up&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;OMG!&lt;/em&gt; nakakainlove promise `xD its also making you dance to the max and join the heat. I wanna know how to dance hiph0p tuloy. There`s also part na nakakaiyak. I don`t wanna to ruin it. Basta you guys should watch it. Its worth it. ....&lt;strong&gt;worddd&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15&lt;/strong&gt;o&lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;32&lt;/strong&gt; months nini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17&lt;/strong&gt;o&lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt;- Mila and Joseph`s &lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt; months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18&lt;/strong&gt;o&lt;em&gt;6&lt;/em&gt;- Raymond and Kat`s &lt;strong&gt;4 &lt;/strong&gt;months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to tdot today. I wanna go with them sa &lt;strong&gt;CNE &lt;/strong&gt;with Frankie, Chris and Jayson. Pero I woke up late. So if I go there now I already miss a lot of shows = ( Hopefully next year&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115591989035617232?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115591989035617232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115591989035617232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115591989035617232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115591989035617232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/myspace-is-taking-my-time-and-im-so.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115534956867826445</id><published>2006-08-11T21:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T07:39:45.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY THREE MONTHS BABE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;OMGG&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; I GOT MY THAAANG ALREADY GUYSZ! *&lt;em&gt;phewww&lt;/em&gt;* sucha relieve =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;edit/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We decided to do our monthsary on thursday. Kariya park + Subway + fifteen + on our way at Kristine`s place we saw them (&lt;em&gt;Kristine &amp; Aeyon &amp;amp; ate Azalea &amp; John&lt;/em&gt;) They were also in Kariya Park. So we decided to go to the mall together. But when we reached there we decided to go ahead caz we really need to go pee. &lt;strong&gt;really bad&lt;/strong&gt;. They went to the food court while me and Frankie checked the Tupac posters and The Source Magazines. OMG&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;Do you guysz think Tupac still alive&lt;em&gt;? &lt;/em&gt;Hmm..Frankie thinks he is. He`s like obsessed of him nah&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; Holy&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; pati ako napapasali na din=/ I know he died long time ago.. I believed 1996 but has new songs. For instance: &lt;strong&gt;So Sick&lt;/strong&gt; ; &lt;strong&gt;Neyo ft. 2pac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/jinandj0y3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/jinandj0y3.jpg" border="3" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY THREE MONTHS BABE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omgg&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; im soo pissed right now. something wrong with the phone and i can`t use it. I only talked to him for like few minutes. I miss him already = (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;btw, i didn`t gt my ms back so I just made a new one. I styll need to fix it and upload pics and do the background and shit. Anywhoo, add me iight ? &lt;a href="mailto:mrs.cacdac@hotmail.com"&gt;mrs.cacdac@hotmail.com&lt;/a&gt; thankies =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO &lt;strong&gt;ROJI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;she gave a birth to a babyboy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he is hella adorable =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115534956867826445?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115534956867826445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115534956867826445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115534956867826445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115534956867826445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/happy-three-months-babe.html' title='HAPPY THREE MONTHS BABE'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115515318840978879</id><published>2006-08-09T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T15:31:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'>roadtrip and more</title><content type='html'>Roadtrip was fun. We went to Owen Sound which took us 4 hours just to get there. Then went to Inglish Falls, &lt;a href="http://saublebeach.ca/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sauble Beach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.explorethebruce.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lighthouse&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and Stratford Park. It was very tiring and sobrang init&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; But sure was worth it.&lt;br /&gt;pictures are all up in my &lt;a href="http://miszjoycee.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;multiply&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080706&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chilled with the boyfriend. square one + booth pics + animal world + fifteen + kariya park + movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, I got my &lt;strong&gt;report card&lt;/strong&gt; already. I passed the Literacy test &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; not in the honor roll this year. &lt;strong&gt;Major&lt;/strong&gt; disappoinment to my mom. Good thing she didn`t get mad. However, she surely compared me to my cousin in Texas. &lt;em&gt;LIKE WTF&lt;/em&gt; ? doesn`t she gt it.. its hard to be in honor roll. &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; my cousin in Texas going to have her &lt;strong&gt;OWN&lt;/strong&gt; car this December since she &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; get good marks.&lt;em&gt; yahh digg ?&lt;/em&gt; she`s only &lt;strong&gt;FIFTEEN&lt;/strong&gt; well going to be sixteen this October&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;*siiigh* better work mah ass off to beat her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;i miss &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/fabulouschiq16"&gt;myspace&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;multiply and photobucket are all good.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;need to chill with the &lt;strong&gt;quatro babes&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;finish&lt;/strong&gt; the Memoirs of Geisha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 &lt;/strong&gt;months with Frankie + &lt;strong&gt;32&lt;/strong&gt; months with bunso + &lt;strong&gt;11&lt;/strong&gt; months with the right hand lady comming up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;3 &lt;strong&gt;more &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;weeks&lt;/em&gt; left = ( &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115515318840978879?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115515318840978879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115515318840978879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115515318840978879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115515318840978879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/roadtrip-and-more.html' title='roadtrip and more'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115483351230787392</id><published>2006-08-05T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:04:10.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I`m sorry babe *siigh</title><content type='html'>I feel so bad&lt;em&gt; !&lt;/em&gt; Frankie and I planned to meet up friday but I cancelled it because we need to go to the church with my family. &lt;strong&gt;Plus&lt;/strong&gt;, today we can`t go out because I need to help my mom getting ready for tomorrow. Then, he wants to call me tomorrow before I leave.. &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; he can`t because its so early (&lt;em&gt;6:00 am&lt;/em&gt;) and I`m sure my parents will be suspicious.. &lt;strong&gt;that`s for sure&lt;/strong&gt; AND i don`t want to call his place caz i might disturb everyone. *&lt;em&gt;siiigh &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our situation is so hard. I mean in his side.. they &lt;strong&gt;ALL &lt;/strong&gt;know about &lt;strong&gt;us&lt;/strong&gt;.. however in my side they don`t except my sister. &lt;em&gt;I know its UNFAIR and I feel bad.&lt;/em&gt; I think my parents have this feeling about him. That`s why my mom keep asking me questions about him. If only I can tell them right now&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;how I wish&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;But I`m planning &lt;em&gt;last week of this month or before school starts&lt;/em&gt; imma let my parents know..&lt;strong&gt; I MUST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw, im going to a trip tomorrow. I`m hella excited&lt;em&gt;! &lt;/em&gt;But its sad though caz I want Frankie to come with us = ( *&lt;em&gt;rolleyes&lt;/em&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 225px; HEIGHT: 191px" height="642" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/WECANTLETGO.jpg" width="572" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115483351230787392?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115483351230787392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115483351230787392&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115483351230787392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115483351230787392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-sorry-babe-siigh.html' title='I`m sorry babe *siigh'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115456181720168114</id><published>2006-08-02T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:00:39.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>July 29-Aug 02</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Got tagged by &lt;a href="http://www.fieryairah.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Airah&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The instructions: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When you comment on this post, I will have to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Challenge you to try something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;3. Pick a color that I associate with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;4. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;5. Tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;6. Tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;7. Ask you something I have always wanted to ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;8. Pick a song that reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;After I have done the 8 tasks above, you will then have to post this same meme and my response on your blog. Here's what Airah said (copy-pasted) and my response is in &lt;em&gt;italics&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 8 Tasks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1. Respond with something random about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;lol, you're very addicted to gummybears. ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt; LOL..truue truue&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;2. Challenge you to try something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;a whole month w/o gummybears... how's that sounds?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;yeah i guess i can do that...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. Pick a color that I associate with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;gray. (your template is gray kasi eh) lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;gray aint bad at all righht ?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;4. Tell you something I like about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;you're quite friendly.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;thank you =D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;5. Tell you my first/clearest memory of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;still... GUMMYBEARS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;LMFAO !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;6. Tell you what animal you remind me of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;bear? (lol, nonsense.. i can't think of anything eh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;i know why u picked bear...caz of gummy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;eh ?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;7. Ask you something I have always wanted to ask you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;what year ka umalis ng Phils?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;-hmm...i was in grade 8 at that time...mga 14 ?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;8. Pick a song that reminds me of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;--&gt;Behind These Hazel Eyes by Kelly Clarkson. (wala lng.. hehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;not bad. heehee&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;edit &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;// &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;072906&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila`s birthday jam. I didn`t go because all this complicated things happening between this certain group versus this girl. &lt;strong&gt;Plus&lt;/strong&gt; it will take me two hours just to reach her place (&lt;em&gt;Finch &amp; Bathurst&lt;/em&gt;) and my dad can`t give me a ride there caz he has to go somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;073006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Church then got my hair cut and also dyed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;073106&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie and Raymark supposed to reach my place so we can watch the movies I want. They are all getting ready to come here. So, I called my mom and asked her if I can go out today. She said &lt;strong&gt;NO&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;urrgghh&lt;/em&gt; ! kakainis ! what the hell she wants me to do ? stayed home all day ? and the worst thing is me and Frankie planned this day pa naman. *roLLeyes = (&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;080106&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn`t chill yesterday so we decided to do it today but Raymark is not comming because of his work. Frankie came over and we went to Popeyes. Got the movies I want. Spent all afternoon with him. fifteen. He dropped me off at my place around seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/kikaayyy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/kikaayyy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;center&gt;Happy Birthday &lt;strong&gt;MY LOVE PENGTOTSZ&lt;/strong&gt; (: &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8moredaiisz bitches till our 3 months =]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115456181720168114?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115456181720168114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115456181720168114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115456181720168114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115456181720168114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/08/july-29-aug-02.html' title='July 29-Aug 02'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115412990886083794</id><published>2006-07-28T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T18:38:28.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GUMMYBEAR LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/TWO(1).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/TWO%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Frankie supposed to go to Raymark`s place but I want him to go here caz of my surprise. So he dropped at Raymark`s place to get the cd and went directly here. He arrived around 1:30. However,&lt;strong&gt; MY PLANS GOT RUiNED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; After I bake the brownies, my dad told us that he is going to pick up my mom. So the brownies and candles are cancelled. We just decided to go dropped Jessa at her friend`s place and went to Subway and then Kariya Park. We saw Aeyon there and talked for awhile. She told us its going to rain today (&lt;em&gt;65 %&lt;/em&gt;) so we just picked up Jessa and went home. Then, Justine and Shiela came over. We watched Taxi and catching up time and updates =) The went home almost 10 na. It was funnn `xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOOK WHAT I FOUND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://monkorean.skr.jp/monkorean/korean/all6/all6.jpg"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOLYY SHOOTERSZ! they look soo pretty! aren`t they?&lt;br /&gt;their from Korea and "&lt;strong&gt;nagparetoke&lt;/strong&gt;" hmm now look at them now! smoookin ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115412990886083794?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115412990886083794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115412990886083794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115412990886083794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115412990886083794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/gummybear-love.html' title='GUMMYBEAR LOVE'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115397574830997920</id><published>2006-07-26T22:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:11:38.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY 10 MONTHSZ!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUMMYBEAR&lt;/strong&gt;, I`m sorry about what happened today. I know I`m acting so weird and I don`t even know what dah hell is going with me.&lt;em&gt; There is nothing wrong at all.&lt;/em&gt; I have no idea what happen that made me say all those things. I don`t know why all the sudden I was being like that. I know I made you pissed today and ruined your night. I know I`m always pain in your ass. But despite of all those things you`re still there and everytime I hanged up the phone, you &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; call me back. Thank you for the patience and affection you &lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS&lt;/strong&gt; give and show me. Thank you for understanding everything. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;I was trying to buy GummyBears but I can`t find one. All the stores that we went are out of stock. So, Frankie bought me one =) &lt;em&gt;fifteen and twentyfour ;)&lt;/em&gt; I feel bad bcaz he has to go home early. He traveled two hours just to see me. Then, spent just ONE hour with me. Tapos, pauwi sa kanila two hours as well. imagine that ? = (&lt;br /&gt;btw, HAPPY TEN MONTHS BESSSY ! I don`t have to say it all over again caz I know you know it already. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday: twentyfour szeeeeen ;)&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Wishes: Jonica &amp;&amp;amp; Divina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy, May Ann messaged me if I have AsianTown and I said No. She was like she saw someone`s profile and it look like me daw. WTH !? guess who !? its kulet ! do we really look a like ? I mean I swear lotta people told me dah= / weiiiiird !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gee.suplada.net/"&gt;Kikay&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;tagged me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Instructions: Name ten (10) of life`s simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten (10) people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;01. PAG-iBiG -- &lt;em&gt;being pampered &amp;&amp;amp; love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;02. PAGKAiN -- &lt;em&gt;gummybears &amp;&amp;amp; cupcakes =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;03. MUSiKA -- &lt;em&gt;slowjams, 2pac &amp;&amp;amp; bone thugs` songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;04. COMPUTER -- &lt;em&gt;msn &amp;&amp;amp; surfing the net&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;05. CAM-&lt;em&gt;era --&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;taking fcktures&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;06. PiNK -- &lt;em&gt;*winkwinkwink ;)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;07. TELEPHONE -- &lt;em&gt;that`s how the g0ssip spread &amp;&amp;amp; UPDATES too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;08. SHOPPiNG -- &lt;em&gt;hollister &amp;&amp;amp;amp; ambercrombie &amp;&amp;amp; american eagle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;09. FRiENDS -- &lt;em&gt;quatro babes &amp;&amp;amp; mobabergirlsz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;10. READiNG -- &lt;em&gt;Memoirs of Geisha (i`m still halfway)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;hmm..halos lahat did this already ! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;airah, mikmik, kathryn, axis, umi ....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115397574830997920?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115397574830997920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115397574830997920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115397574830997920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115397574830997920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-10-monthsz.html' title='HAPPY 10 MONTHSZ!'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115371674431161331</id><published>2006-07-23T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:09:01.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Universe 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to kuya`s church (&lt;em&gt;they have diff religion&lt;/em&gt;) to celebrate his birthday, ate krishan, ate jenny, angel, joey and tita len`s birthday as well. It was fun seeing all of them again and meeting new people. I saw kuya Ivan there too. Then, around 3ish we went to Bramalea City Center. I bought some accesories and gift for Mila caz its her jam this comming saturday. I don`t think I can come..so imma jasz give it to Frankie to give it to Mila. Then, went home and did the laundry, watched Miss Universe 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Miss Philippines - &lt;em&gt;Miss Photogenic&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ghana - &lt;em&gt;Miss Congeniality&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Japan - &lt;em&gt;Best in National Costume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss Puerto Rico - &lt;em&gt;Miss Universe 2006&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You know what I hate? OR should I say DISLIKE..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who you think you &lt;strong&gt;CAN&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;trust&lt;/em&gt; but then when your not there they started talking shit. they twisted what you are trying to say &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; to look good in front of that &lt;strong&gt;person&lt;/strong&gt; or even certain "&lt;strong&gt;group&lt;/strong&gt;". trying to get at chuu biz buh aint nothing to say in front of you.. &lt;em&gt;yah digg&lt;/em&gt; ? trying to &lt;strong&gt;EXAGERATE&lt;/strong&gt; things to look &lt;em&gt;BELiEVABLE &lt;/em&gt;! trying to do &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHANG&lt;/strong&gt; to get at someone`s biz ! quick to &lt;em&gt;spit&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;MY NAME&lt;/strong&gt; on shit buh make &lt;strong&gt;MY NAME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;taste&lt;/em&gt;! All chuu got is heat and tough talk foe yourself. listen, gotta stop dah caz its &lt;em&gt;obvious&lt;/em&gt; disz game is new to yah. &lt;em&gt;yuu gotta &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; foe yourself&lt;/em&gt; !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/street.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;its the map of Ottawa. the name of the two streets there are FLORENCE and FRANK. and thats our name =) isn`t it cute ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/icecap.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/icecap.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;from bessy ! her "&lt;strong&gt;suprise&lt;/strong&gt;" for me. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115371674431161331?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115371674431161331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115371674431161331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115371674431161331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115371674431161331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/miss-universe-2006.html' title='Miss Universe 2006'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115361277518090498</id><published>2006-07-22T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:04:56.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hectic Yet Exciting Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HECTIC YET EXCITING WEEK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; spent the whole afternoon with my&lt;strong&gt; sexy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;gummy bear&lt;/strong&gt; =) fun as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; Kristine came over and watched "&lt;em&gt;Shall We Dance&lt;/em&gt;" the movie was &lt;strong&gt;FUN&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;tastic &lt;/em&gt;! We decided to meet up at 3:45 (bus stop). But then, I was late as always. I was walking when I heard someone yelling but I just ignored it, yun pala it was Kristine who`s calling my name. lol and she bought her "&lt;em&gt;suprise&lt;/em&gt;" for me..&lt;strong&gt;ice capuchino&lt;/strong&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt; went jogging with Kristine and Jessa buh she was not in the mood. we went to the soccer field, tim hortons, mississauga valley park. pero when we got in the park we end up sitting in the benches and had girl talk! it was very &lt;strong&gt;remarkable&lt;/strong&gt; riiight besssy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt; stayed home and cleaned the place.&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BiRTHDAY ATE KRiSHAN. talked to Monikha (&lt;em&gt;Frankie`s friend&lt;/em&gt;) she wanted to go here in sauga and go to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday:&lt;/strong&gt; chilled with Kristine, Adrian and Angelo. we went to terminal to meet them. tapos kumain, then went to bought jeanne`s gift, then the guys played billiards, pictures, playdium, played basketball, then the guysz went home and me and kristine went to jeanne`s jam. Playdium was &lt;strong&gt;HELLA&lt;/strong&gt; funnn! we saw klaudine and kreezah there. thnks adrian and angelo even though i hate ur asses. you know why? they were making fun of me caz my tagalog is &lt;strong&gt;SABOG&lt;/strong&gt; ! like wth! buh it was fun styll. Tapos, went to Jeanne`s jam! it was funnn. i saw everyone there and the food was great! then, talked to daddy devin =) happy &lt;strong&gt;13 months&lt;/strong&gt; btw guys! &lt;em&gt;i love youu both to the MAXXX&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;HAPPY BiRTHDAY KATHLYNN. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday:&lt;/strong&gt; woke up late. then, ate tim hortons, talked to &lt;strong&gt;my sexy gummy bear&lt;/strong&gt;, cleaned the place again, went shopping for tomorrow`s party, went to sauga library, then went home. HAPPY BiRTHDAY ALROY &amp;&amp;amp;; KUYA JVEE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATiONS KUYA JAY-AR &amp;&amp;amp;; TO HiS GEE=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for passing the nursing exam (Y)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115361277518090498?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115361277518090498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115361277518090498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115361277518090498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115361277518090498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/hectic-yet-exciting-week.html' title='Hectic Yet Exciting Week'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115320089279244764</id><published>2006-07-17T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-03T18:07:24.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drama happens..</title><content type='html'>Drama happens. Gossip goes around and people talk. Rumors affect someone. Fear plus confusion. Wrong choices. Mixed emotions. Twisted minded. Sometimes, even trusting or believing the person, you called a friend. Or maybe everything is just a misunderstading such as wrong information and sources that end up ruining the friendship or even the relationship with someone. What you really mean about homegirl / homeboy? the one who said, "&lt;strong&gt;i`ll always gt your back&lt;/strong&gt;." Unbelievable informations, no proofs, pathetic questions and lousy reasons are just the major things that changes everything of what you think of someone. you just have to deal with the shit that people do. This is life and maybe this is just growing up with and learning from it and knowing what you really fighting for is worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/Picture%203048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/Picture%203048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can u see the initials plus the heart ? awww i love it. Sunday was tita Leonora`s birthday, so they celebrated it in the "filipino park" with their close friends and few relatives. He has to go there early so he can watch for the seats and table and get a good spot. While waiting for them to come, he carved our initials =)&lt;br /&gt;Jayson saw it and took a pic of it. *&lt;em&gt;thanks jay&lt;/em&gt; `xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0905.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/IMG_0905.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;each of them remind me of something. the things I love and the things I will never forget from him. {his phat farm shirt, rosary, bus tickets, water bottle, jayson`s stuff toy, cross, lighter, the notebook, rings, necklace, flower and love notes}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`++ monday = fifteen // Joseph &amp;&amp;amp; Mila`s 17 months // letter &amp;&amp;amp; cross // jayson`s nintendo stuff toy&lt;br /&gt;`++ sunday = joy ride // pictures // Tita Leonora`s 35th birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115320089279244764?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115320089279244764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115320089279244764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115320089279244764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115320089279244764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/drama-happens.html' title='Drama happens..'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115275021394877830</id><published>2006-07-12T18:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:39:43.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY TWO MONTHS MAHAL !</title><content type='html'>Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Two Months babe!&lt;br /&gt;Ay ayaten kita =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up late and called Frankie. getting ready to see him. dropped Jessa at Laarni`s place, went to Kristine`s place and stayed there for a while. then, went to the bus stop and waited for 10 mins. (&lt;em&gt;I was late and he was waiting in the other place. *sorry&lt;/em&gt;) spent the whole afternoon with him and got a ring from my superman, dropped him in the bus stop, picked up Jessa, went home. Then, went back and dropped her at Laarni`s place for her hiphop dance lessons. IM JEALOUS =( I wanna go to her dance lessons too. However, only 10-14 yrs.old can join. Im too old for it. then, went to timmies and got ice cap., went back home and continued reading Memoirs of Geisha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankie wants me to learn how to cook eh. He always called me tamad (&lt;em&gt;one of his tagalog word&lt;/em&gt;) So, I decided to asked my mom to teach me and she did. I don`t know whats its called -- shrimps with veges ? Well I don`t know basta it contained different vegetables and shrimps =) It was goooood (Y)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tepii!&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My alarm clock(&lt;em&gt;Frankie)&lt;/em&gt; called. He`s been doing that since the beginning of summer and wake me up at 9 something. It`s his turn now because I used to wake him before nong may pasok pa. Its raining outside. So, all my plans going to postoned tomorrow or the next day. Newaiisz, Kathlyn wants me to go to her birthday party. Btw, she`s Raymond`s girlfriend. DAMN! I don`t know if I`m going. I want to though and Mila`s party too. She`s Joseph`s girlfriend. I wish they all move here or we move there in their place or at least close to them =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m styll reading Memoirs of Geisha. It`s really gooood! I LOVE IT =) the story is really sad though. Oh, Neyo is having his concert and King and his new girl are going =) I gtg watch Canada`s Next Top Model.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115275021394877830?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115275021394877830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115275021394877830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115275021394877830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115275021394877830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-two-months-mahal.html' title='HAPPY TWO MONTHS MAHAL !'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115256658581267536</id><published>2006-07-10T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:11:34.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-&lt;strong&gt;Willowdale people:&lt;/strong&gt; Tita Leonora (&lt;em&gt;Frankie`s mom&lt;/em&gt;), Mila &amp; Joseph`s birthday&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Sauga people:&lt;/strong&gt; Jeanne &amp;amp; Kristen`s birthday&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Family:&lt;/strong&gt; Kuya Jvee &amp; Ate Krishan &amp;amp; Ate Jenny`s birthday&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Super&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;man&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;strong&gt;Wonder&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;woman&lt;/em&gt; two months &lt;strong&gt;tomorrow&lt;/strong&gt; `xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;ITALY WON&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; !!!&lt;br /&gt;well, im pretty sure Mr. Muraca is very happy to hear that news. he always bragged about their team and about their jerseys. I bet he`s making fun to the Portugal team now. `xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;World Cup&lt;/strong&gt; = DONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Euro Cup&lt;/strong&gt; = COMMiNG SOON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun. We went everywhere with Tito Lito, Tita Ruth, Angelica and Katrina. First, we went to Niagara On the Lake to eat lunch, tapos, bought some icecream at King`s, then went to Pilliteri Estates Winery, Chocolate FX, Cherry Picking, Niagara Shores Park, Fort Erie, this Island I forgot whats the name, and the roses thing and I also forgot whats its called`xP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics are all up to mah multiply. &lt;a href="http://www.miszjoycee.multiply.com"&gt;CLiCK HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila kinda ruined Frankie`s gift. HAHA. dodo ? dah hell LMFAO. Newaiisz, I need to think a good excuse to go to her birthday party. frugersz. ang layo ehh =/ how am i going to explain dah to mah rents ? na sa Willowdale yung party. they will ask me million of questions.. datsz foe sho. *siiigh. i wanted to go pa naman. they all wanna meet me according to her. &lt;strong&gt;I WANNA MEET THEM TOO&lt;/strong&gt;. all their friends =( hope they say &lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt; ! *crossed fingers*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m done reading this book : Fame, Glory and other things on my to do list by Janette Rallison. I like I like it `xD. Now, Im reading Memoirs of Geisha. Im such a nerd and proud of it `xD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;y0u are so far...yet why d0 y0u feel so close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115256658581267536?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115256658581267536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115256658581267536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115256658581267536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115256658581267536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/willowdale-people-tita-leonora.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115223200190573542</id><published>2006-07-06T18:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:12:42.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;-need to fix my &lt;s&gt;friendster&lt;/s&gt;, myspace, multiply, &lt;strong&gt;BLOGGER&lt;/strong&gt; and photobucket &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;NEED TO FIX MY COMMENT THAAANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-chill with&lt;strong&gt; his&lt;/strong&gt; friends &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-chill with &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt; with the &lt;strong&gt;QUATRO&lt;/strong&gt; babes&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;Mila`s&lt;/strong&gt; 17 birthday comming up&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;TWO&lt;/strong&gt; months comming up with &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; superman =)&lt;br /&gt;-three&lt;em&gt;four&lt;/em&gt;three: &lt;strong&gt;31&lt;/strong&gt; monthsz comming up&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; hand lady: &lt;strong&gt;10&lt;/strong&gt; monthsz comming up &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Canada`s Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;-picnic with the &lt;strong&gt;QUATRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;s&gt;wasaga beach&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;France vs. &lt;s&gt;Portugal&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; MANNY PACQUAIO WON (: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRANCE vs ITALY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Went to Laarni`s place to dropped Jessa, then, went to Kristine`s place and went to picked up Frankie and Raymark. At last, finally, met him (Raymark;&lt;em&gt;Raymond`s twin.bro&lt;/em&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RAYMARK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;iESZ&lt;/em&gt; =) and chilled with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday &amp;&amp;amp; Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;America`s Indepedence Day. stayed home. phone with Frankie and Raymark. clean the house. Pray for the Fatima Virgin Mary with the church people. &lt;strong&gt;JOYFUL MiGUEL CLUB&lt;/strong&gt; {&lt;em&gt;migs,jayson,kristine&amp;&amp;amp;myself&lt;/em&gt;} hus down?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Canada`s Day. Brominade Park and dinner outside with the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WASAGA&lt;/strong&gt; with bessy and the family &lt;strong&gt;PLUS&lt;/strong&gt; BABY MAYA &amp;&amp;amp; KYLE =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;went to cockstown and went shoppiiiing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my SUPERman &amp;&amp;amp; his WONDERwoman (:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115223200190573542?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115223200190573542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115223200190573542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115223200190573542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115223200190573542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/07/need-to-fix-my-friendster-myspace.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-115094973119906677</id><published>2006-06-21T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:16:52.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;iLL BE RiiiGHT BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SZEEEEEN?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.-+ happy anniversary mommy jeanne and daddy devin&lt;br /&gt;.-+ happy 18th birthday mah king&lt;br /&gt;.-+ happy 19th birthday dee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;made&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;feelspecial:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;jayson:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ur part of the family now since ur his girl, cuz ma mom was like todai oh frankie give this necklace to ur gf&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;got&lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt;thinking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;muffin&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;em&gt;ohh pwede ba kitang mabisita. i know wala kang sakit. u dun have to get sick to get my attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-115094973119906677?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/115094973119906677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=115094973119906677&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115094973119906677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/115094973119906677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-be-riiight-backszeeeeen.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114936747661477330</id><published>2006-06-03T15:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T23:07:50.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We had our goetz-a-palooza! I thought its gonna be hella boring buh turn out it was hella funn day! What we did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1st Period:&lt;/strong&gt; eat, play cards and more games. I won (trip to Jerusalem) Yay! thnksz Antonio and Wazierr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Period:&lt;/strong&gt; Went to see hypnotize in gym. it was crazy and kinda scary. I don`t know if some people are faking it or they jast really got hypnotized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Period:&lt;/strong&gt; Nothing. Our teacher aint here so we had a supply. Play cards and pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4th Period:&lt;/strong&gt; Lunch with Grade 9 and 10. Went to Dairy Queen. thnksz Tin for the bacon sandwich.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5th Period:&lt;/strong&gt; OHH! my favourite. We went to the cafe to see the Second City (Comedy) It was hilarious. there really gweed. i love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was crazy. I didnt know that mah mom didn`t go to her work. So i have to tell her that I`m going to Shiela`s house, then, were heading to Ana`s house for our project; so i can meet up Frankie. Tapos, when we went outside, Frankie was there waiting for me in the lobby. So, he has to wait there until I go to Shiela`s place and go back to mah place. Then when I went back to mah place, I saw kuya Jvee with Nordy. I have to walk slow, so he can go home already. But NO! he was there waiting for me. So, i told him that I need to go buy something. Then, we went to the park, then back to mah place to get something den back to the park again. Around 7 he has to go home and I need to go to Shiela`s place too. Tapos, they weren`t there. I waited there for almost 2 hours outside their apartment. it was hella cold.&lt;br /&gt;So, now I`m sick =( pokakersz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Jayson(Frankie`s bro) earlier caz Frankie needs to go with Raymark(Raymond`s twin brother) outside. Tapos, Jessa(sister) and him(Jayson) were talking. Then, I was talking to Joey and Raymond too in the fone! ang kyutee=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;8 more daiisz dwaggggg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-Oh i wanna go to PND! benz and his crew going to perform and I wanna see them.&lt;/div&gt;-Lets all hope she`ll come back to us. szeeeeen.&lt;br /&gt;-30 monthsz ; 1 month &amp;&amp;amp; 9 monthsz comming soon=)&lt;br /&gt;-chyeah! school almost over.&lt;br /&gt;-need a job? prolly.&lt;br /&gt;-Birthday Wishes: Ate Azalea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-------------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay parang bato, it's hard.&lt;br /&gt;Better late than pregnant.&lt;br /&gt;Behind the clouds are the other clouds.&lt;br /&gt;It's better to cheat than to repeat!&lt;br /&gt;Do unto others... then run!!!&lt;br /&gt;Kapag puno na ang salop, kumuha na ng ibangsalop.&lt;br /&gt;Magbiro ka na sa lasing, magbiro ka na sa bagonggising, 'wag lang sa lasing na bagong gising.&lt;br /&gt;When all else fails, follow instructions.&lt;br /&gt;Ang hindi marunong magmahal sa sariling wika,lumaki sa Ibang bansa.&lt;br /&gt;To err is human, to errs is humans.&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong nagigipit...sa bumbay kumakapit&lt;br /&gt;Pag may usok...may nag-iihaw&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong naglalakad nang matulin... may utang.&lt;br /&gt;No guts, no glory... no ID, no entry.&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather that prays together...stays together.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may sinuksok at walang madukot, maynandukot.&lt;br /&gt;Walang matigas na tinapay sa gutom na tao.&lt;br /&gt;Ang taong di marunong lumingon sa kanyangpinanggalingan ....ay may stiff neck.&lt;br /&gt;Birds of the same feather make a good featherduster.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag may tiyaga, may nilaga. Kapag may taga,may tahi.&lt;br /&gt;Huli man daw at magaling, undertime pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Ang naglalakad ng matulin, late na saappointment&lt;br /&gt;Matalino man ang matsing, matsing pa rin.&lt;br /&gt;Better late than later....&lt;br /&gt;Aanhin ang palasyo kung ang nakatira ay kuwago,mabuti pa ang bahay kubo, sa paligid puno ng linga.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maikli ang kumot, tumangkad ka na!&lt;br /&gt;No man is an island because time is gold.&lt;br /&gt;Hindi lahat ng kumikinang ay ginto.. muta langyan.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag ang puno mabunga...mataba ang lupa!&lt;br /&gt;When it rains...it floods.&lt;br /&gt;Pagkahaba haba man ng prusisyon .. mauubusan dinng kandila.&lt;br /&gt;Ang buhay ay parang gulong, minsan nasa ibabaw,minsan nasa vulcanizing shop.&lt;br /&gt;Batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan... sapul.&lt;br /&gt;Try and try until you succeed... or else try another.&lt;br /&gt;Ako ang nagsaing... iba ang kumain. Diet ako eh.&lt;br /&gt;Huwag magbilang ng manok kung alaga mo ay itik.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag maiksi na ang kumot, bumili ka na ng bago.&lt;br /&gt;If you can't beat them, shoot them. (Nalundasan)&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day is too expensive.&lt;br /&gt;An apple a day makes seven apples a week.(really expensive)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114936747661477330?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114936747661477330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114936747661477330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114936747661477330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114936747661477330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-had-our-goetz-palooza-i-thought-its.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114912153484133600</id><published>2006-05-31T18:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T21:05:53.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"your not gone, your just away from us"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss your ass babe. i miss seeing you every morning in that hallway where we can also see him {insertname}, i miss you bragging all the time, i miss how we make fun of BEE-hive, i miss everything that reminds me of you. You made an enormous impact in my life - in everyone`s life especially the mobabergirls. i bet that everyone thinks your a drama queen &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;because your always upset about something but if they knew everything and all the secrets and pain that you hide they would see how strong you really am. i love you hun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mila (Frankie`s friend) called and talked to her for a while. Mostly we talked about abortion. ang dami niyang kwento about dun caz mostly her friends are pregnant. Holy! all her stories are really sad. Rest in Peace : Baby Jessica (her friend`s baby)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things goes pretty well right now and hope stays like this. Me and Jayson (Frankie`s bro) are tight now. I even call him bro and he calls me sis=) He`s such a poser and wanna be nerd! he even knows everything between me and frankie. OMG! i love der little brother Joey! he is soo kyuteee=DD he alwaiisz go to other line and listen to our convo and asks Frankie what he is doing. aaahhh! i love the Cacdac Boysz=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; mah little brotherrr joey =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/sdaqdsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 120px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/sdaqdsa.jpg" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/westside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 113px" height="157" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/westside.jpg" width="178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;from Frankie =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/2444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/2444.jpg" width="167" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/kray-z.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 78px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="150" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/kray-z.jpg" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/haveievertoldu(1).gif"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 72px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px" height="151" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/haveievertoldu%281%29.png" width="200" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114912153484133600?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114912153484133600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114912153484133600&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114912153484133600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114912153484133600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-not-gone-your-just-away-from-us-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114861546616209595</id><published>2006-05-25T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T22:51:06.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don`t know if the message or whatever you call it is for me. But, i have this feeling it is because its obvious how things happening lately. Im not that stupid not to notice that. Honestly, i don`t know what`s changing? Like i don`t have any clue what i did. Is it because I don`t go msn lately or that often? or no updates to you guysz? You have no idea how its hurting me right now on what you said in there and how you ignore and act like i`m not even there. I don`t know if I should apologize and I don`t know what to do. However, &lt;strong&gt;IM SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114861546616209595?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114861546616209595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114861546616209595&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114861546616209595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114861546616209595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-dont-know-if-message-or-whatever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114843428663142042</id><published>2006-05-23T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:40:12.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;MOODSWiNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/zxqh3r_th.png"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px" height="75" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/zxqh3r_th.png" width="160" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAHHH!&lt;/em&gt; wah dah heck is wrong with me? wat`s going on? I`ve been acting really weird today. Is it because &lt;strong&gt;shes&lt;/strong&gt; moving away? or is it because i miss&lt;strong&gt; him&lt;/strong&gt; so bad? OR because the &lt;em&gt;sticky situation&lt;/em&gt; between&lt;strong&gt; him&lt;/strong&gt; and&lt;strong&gt; her&lt;/strong&gt;? &lt;strong&gt;OH GOD!&lt;/strong&gt; help me. When I got home, burst of tears and began being forlorn. its weird because I don`t even know why im feeling this. Then baby called and went to the point I can`t take it anymore. I`m really sorry babe=(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Im sorry &lt;strong&gt;Mrs. Garcia&lt;/strong&gt; for the &lt;em&gt;inconvenience&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---Im sorry &lt;strong&gt;Jayson&lt;/strong&gt; for the i&lt;em&gt;nterruption&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;bothering&lt;/em&gt; you &lt;strong&gt;all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;---Im sorry &lt;strong&gt;mah Frankietotsz&lt;/strong&gt; and you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;strong&gt;052206 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stayed at home // clean my room // talked to Mila and Daniel (&lt;em&gt;Frankie`s friends&lt;/em&gt;) // fireworks // new layout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;strong&gt;0519-2106&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to Montreal and Ottawa&lt;br /&gt;i can`t even remember what we did there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;WOOOAAHH! EDiiiT 11:30&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;MUFFiiN TOLD ME WHAT HE FEELSZ BOUT ME DATSZ WHY HES BEEN ACTING WEIRD WHEN HE FOUND OUT DAH AM GOING OUT WIT MAH FRANKiiETOTSZ! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114843428663142042?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114843428663142042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114843428663142042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114843428663142042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114843428663142042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/moodswing-aahhh-wah-dah-heck-is-wrong.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114810057062063686</id><published>2006-05-19T23:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T10:18:04.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/NINI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 151px" height="274" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/NINI.jpg" width="159" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW! TWENTYNiNE MONTHSZ WiTH NiNiTOTSZ=)&lt;/strong&gt; we're &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; friends because we sit together at lunch, or talk in msn, or have the same songs, or can recite each others wardrobe. &lt;em&gt;we're&lt;/em&gt; friends because when you smiles, a grin forces itself across my face. no matter how mad i am, when you cries, I &lt;em&gt;instantly&lt;/em&gt; feel your pain &amp; cry with you. when I look you in the &lt;strong&gt;eyes&lt;/strong&gt;, theres no one I could ever &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; more. thats what it means to be &lt;strong&gt;TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;feng&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;NINI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;totsz&lt;/em&gt;! your mah &lt;strong&gt;AAAAAHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;mazing&lt;/em&gt; hommie since time and yuu know dah. am &lt;strong&gt;alwaiisz&lt;/strong&gt; gonna be here. well, foe the past few weeks i`ve been busy and i think you know why and &lt;strong&gt;i`m really sorry&lt;/strong&gt;. really i am. i missed those days when we talked about &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;berber&lt;/em&gt;. tsk tsk tsk. hes a &lt;strong&gt;BiG TiME&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;ditcher&lt;/em&gt;. im sorry to say that but he is. lolsz. i could see it in your eyes. you loved him. chyeah! don`t lose hope my dear. Anywaiisz, alwaiisz &lt;strong&gt;guard&lt;/strong&gt; your heart, okiesz? aaahh you have no idea how much i hate your ass right now. why? bcaz i miss you alredi. i need ur updates! remember, i love you alwaiisz and i will alwaiisz gonna be your &lt;strong&gt;TRUE&lt;/strong&gt;-&lt;em&gt;feng&lt;/em&gt;(:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___&lt;strong&gt; ed&lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;tt&lt;/strong&gt; X&lt;em&gt;//&lt;/em&gt;X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh boy! i know im not suppose to stick my nose because its totally out my business! buh im sorry i have to. you gotta figure out what you want and who you want to be with because either way you choose your hurting a lot of people including&lt;strong&gt; me&lt;/strong&gt;. i know everything is good for &lt;strong&gt;NOW&lt;/strong&gt;. buh everything has changed. our &lt;strong&gt;trust&lt;/strong&gt; to&lt;em&gt; you&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt; and our &lt;strong&gt;respect&lt;/strong&gt; to &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; is &lt;strong&gt;totally&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;fading&lt;/em&gt;. and im sorry who are you again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;BE RIGHT BACK HERE&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/muf.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="80" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/muf.0.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/muff.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="86" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/muff.0.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 77px" height="87" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/untitled.jpg" width="100" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Honestly, I do not know what the heck is going on. I don`t even know what i did wrong. Is it to the fact that I`m going out with him? or the the reason I didn`t tell you? or that all my attention is to him now? &lt;strong&gt;CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME!&lt;/strong&gt; i don`t this situation. &lt;strong&gt;YOU`RE MY MUFFIN=(&lt;/strong&gt; and how come your acting like this? aren`t you suppose to be happy because I found what i always wanted? i don`t get it at all. Whatever I did then im sorry. im sorry. im sorry. i jasz want everything back to jasz the way it is. it hurts that everything we went through is going to end like this kuya muffin=(&lt;strong&gt; im always gonna be your muffin. i miss you&lt;/strong&gt;. you know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS MY BABY FRANKiETOTSZ&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114810057062063686?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114810057062063686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114810057062063686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114810057062063686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114810057062063686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-twentynine-monthsz-with-ninitotsz.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114757453845824755</id><published>2006-05-13T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T21:42:18.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I never felt the feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;now that I don`t hear your voice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Kreezah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- i`m soree i ddn`t gt to go to your party. you know dah reason why, rightt? well, thnksz foe inviting me though. i appreciated it hun. hope more birthdaysz to come and wishing you all the best and luck in life =) awww im the onlee one missing right now...am i? =( anuu ba yan. tsk tsk tsk. oh wellsz, happee birthday ulet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my aunt`s place and took us almost two hours to gt there. it was really traffic because one of the road gt close foe some reason. Then, met mah lola and her friend Sister Annett and my aunt`s few friends. Honestly, it was kinda boring... there is no one in my age..there all younger than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulationsz&lt;/strong&gt; [05-06]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in friendster and I saw my friends back home =( awww i miss yuu guysz. freal ehh! Congratulationsz nga pala. its sad to say goodbye to each other, however, its a new world waiting for all of you.... a new life and a new journey! Remember, the world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning. good luck to all of you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanted a &lt;strong&gt;perfect&lt;/strong&gt; ending.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now I've learned, the &lt;strong&gt;hard&lt;/strong&gt; way,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; that some &lt;strong&gt;poems&lt;/strong&gt; don't &lt;strong&gt;rhyme&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and some &lt;strong&gt;stories &lt;/strong&gt;don't have&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; a &lt;strong&gt;clear&lt;/strong&gt; beginning, middle, and end. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Life&lt;/strong&gt; is about not knowing, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;having to &lt;strong&gt;change&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;taking&lt;/strong&gt; the moment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; and making the &lt;strong&gt;best&lt;/strong&gt; of it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;without&lt;/strong&gt; knowing what's going to happen next.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114757453845824755?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114757453845824755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114757453845824755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114757453845824755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114757453845824755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-never-felt-feelingnow-that-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114740567510712053</id><published>2006-05-11T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T16:05:29.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ELEVEN * [ 5254 ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;since I met you my life has changed....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Election ;; Student Council `06-07&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulationsz : &lt;em&gt;Monika &amp;&amp;amp; Mason Silveria &amp;&amp;amp; Alroy Almeida &amp;&amp;amp; Natalia &amp;&amp;amp; Mary Tran &amp;&amp;amp; Frank Lan &amp;&amp;amp; Neha &amp;&amp;amp; Joseph Eid &amp;&amp;amp; Maria Joanes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AWWWW im soreee Mason. i feel bad now caz he told Jim dah i ditched him since were in highschool and i forgot that were best friends=( I saw him today before the presentation and i said good luck. I styll feel bad though. Im soreee and congratulationsz. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was raining the whole day and it sucksz big time for those who went out for lunch. Newaiisz, during lunch time we were playing cardsz then kuya came up to me. he said : &lt;em&gt;Yen, its raining outside so wear mah jacket caz dad is not going to pick us up today and its really raining hard&lt;/em&gt;. what a &lt;strong&gt;sweetheart&lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for him in the bus stop. Then, went to pizza pizza to get food to eat. After that, we went to sauga valley park. chilled for almost three hoursz. thanksz foe making my day. i love yuu babe. mwahsz. don`t forget the movie and thnksz foe all dah songs i love dem=) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bus stop ;; windowglass ;; talking ;; pizza pizza ;; 1st hug (butterflies) ;; keys ;; magnet ;; tabasco ;; blinking contest ;; park ;; holding hands ;; hugsz&amp;&amp;amp;kisses ;; dance in the rain ;; titanic &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Girl you are to me&lt;br /&gt;All that a woman should be&lt;br /&gt;and I dedicate my life to you, always&lt;br /&gt;A love like yours is rare&lt;br /&gt;It must have been sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;and I know you'll stay this way, for always&lt;br /&gt;And we both know&lt;br /&gt;That our love will grow&lt;br /&gt;and forever it will be you and me&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, You're like the sun&lt;br /&gt;Chasing all the rain away&lt;br /&gt;When you come around&lt;br /&gt;You bring brighter days&lt;br /&gt;You're the perfect one for me&lt;br /&gt;And you forever will be&lt;br /&gt;And I will love you so, for always&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114740567510712053?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114740567510712053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114740567510712053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114740567510712053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114740567510712053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/eleven-5254-since-i-met-you-my-life.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114722835252359559</id><published>2006-05-09T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T22:49:13.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;UPCOMING EVENTS &amp;&amp;amp; important dates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 08&lt;/strong&gt; - Romeo and Juliet Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 09&lt;/strong&gt; - the movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 10&lt;/strong&gt; - D.A`s 18 Birthday &amp;&amp;amp; Shirley`s 15 Birthday &amp;&amp;amp; Ashley`s Birthday &amp;&amp;amp; MOBABERGiiRLSZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 11&lt;/strong&gt; - Anne`s Birthday &amp;&amp;amp; Kyle`s Birthday &amp;&amp;amp; Joy and Frankie(=&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 13&lt;/strong&gt; - Kreezah`s birthday party &amp;&amp;amp; reaching Scarborough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 14&lt;/strong&gt; - Mother`s Day &amp;&amp;amp; Kreezah`s 18 Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 15&lt;/strong&gt; - 29M - truffeng &amp;&amp;amp; bunsototeng&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 18&lt;/strong&gt; - Arts Menagerie &amp;&amp;amp; Jose`s 17 Birthday &amp;&amp;amp; 1M - Ray and Kat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 20&lt;/strong&gt; - reaching Montreal &amp;&amp;amp; Ottawa with the FamiLia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 21&lt;/strong&gt; - 11M - Jem and Devin &amp;&amp;amp; Mariel`s 17 Birthday &amp;&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp; 6M &amp;&amp;amp; no more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 22&lt;/strong&gt; - Virjelly`s 17 Birthday &amp;&amp;amp; Chris` Birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 24&lt;/strong&gt; - 8M - Miszjoycee &amp;&amp;amp; Miszxtinersz &amp;&amp;amp; 1M RAWRNESS {73&amp;38} &amp;amp;&amp; Victoria Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 25&lt;/strong&gt; - Civies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 26&lt;/strong&gt; - 11M - Ashley and Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RAWRNESS `&lt;em&gt; fifteen&lt;/em&gt; ;; 73&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;38&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks foe everything. every single thing. i mean it. Changing yourself for me is a big action to do and I know the pain you are going through right now. You don`t have to do it and you know that. Its hard and i hate it because your doing it for me. I want you to know that I really appreciated it and it really mean &lt;strong&gt;a lot&lt;/strong&gt; to me. seriously. sometimes i might not show that I care for you but deep inside my heart I really do. That is why sometimes I might call you names and i swear a lot. i know you hate it and im sorry. im sorry for being pain in your ass even though you deny it, i can tell that i am. I know that i drive you nuts and to your nerves and im sorry styll. However, you are styll there and I just hope its gonna be like that....f o r e v e r?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114722835252359559?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114722835252359559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114722835252359559&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114722835252359559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114722835252359559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/upcoming-events-38-thanks-foe.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114677949629746024</id><published>2006-05-04T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T16:57:49.003-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;they can never defy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what's been said between your heart and mine&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have time to update today because &lt;strong&gt;he went somewhere with his mom&lt;/strong&gt;, less homework, no tests/quizes for tomorrow and i can`t sleep. I don`t know why but i feel so tired and I think im gonna get sick even though i didn`t do anything major today. I have to wake up early though because I need to study for my quiz for History and I need to clean my room. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moments i cherished with him&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;longest goodnight [&lt;em&gt;o5o3o6]&lt;/em&gt; , dahdishes, cookingtherice, brushingmyteeth, dreamingofyou&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;mulasapuso, pee-ing, littlebrotherlaugh, learningtagalog &lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; more...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mah sexxi browniiess sweet siixteen biirthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ Romeo &amp;&amp;amp; Juliet Ballet Play with the English class ;; fun with Teatotsz ;; joking &lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; goofing in the bus ;; the"&lt;em&gt;feelings&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;@ Bishop Scalabrini School for "&lt;em&gt;The Night of your Life&lt;/em&gt;" with Kristine, Justine, Sheila and Mike ;; longest goodnight ;; thedream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; had a doctor`s appointment ;; daddy`s dream ;; Tiffany`s birthday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114677949629746024?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114677949629746024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114677949629746024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114677949629746024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114677949629746024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/05/they-can-never-defy-whats-been-said.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114642526358915145</id><published>2006-04-30T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T15:21:36.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i didnt say it would be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;i said it would be worth it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost two weeks without updating. A lot of things happened unexpectedly and suprisingly. You can`t really predict what is going to happen next with the person you know or used to know. You thought that person is different from others but in the end he is just the same. You thought that he is the one you have been waiting but in the end you and him is just going to be friends. You thought he is alwaiis going to be a dumbass but in the end you can`t believe you lost him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Birthday wishes &amp;&amp;amp; more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April &lt;strong&gt;21&lt;/strong&gt; - John Liit`s birthday // 10th mos. to my mamii jeanne and daddii devin //5 months&lt;br /&gt;April&lt;strong&gt; 24&lt;/strong&gt; - Mom`s birthday&lt;br /&gt;April &lt;strong&gt;25&lt;/strong&gt; - Home Room Retreat // Daisy`s birthday&lt;br /&gt;April &lt;strong&gt;26&lt;/strong&gt; - One month&lt;br /&gt;April &lt;strong&gt;29&lt;/strong&gt; - Maria`s 16th birthday // Baby Maya`s 3rd birthday // RiP Haider&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;REST IN PEACE TO MAH HOMEBOii HAiDER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;Grade 9 - second semester when I met him. He sat beside me because he thought I`m smart. He is always loud and that is why he always gt in trouble. He is nice and funny BUT lazy and pain in the ass in the same time. He sells drugs and one time I asked him if I can buy one but he didnt let me because he don`t me to do it. I let him copy sometimes during our quizes and when we had assignments because he doesn`t have time to do it because of his work. He makes fun of me because I`m short and I always gt mad. He also shares his secrets or even about his girlsz with me. Semester ended and everytime we see each other in the hallways we styll say Hi. However, everything changed because hes gone. I heard he got shot at 2 am. FRIIIG YO! i can`t believe your gone now! yuu dun deserve disz mahn! imma miss you mah homeboii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;here she goes again....?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;He makes me laugh even though I don`t want to smile. He makes me feel SPECiAL. He gives me butterflies. He makes me feel comfortable the way I am and what I am. He makes me happy like theres no tomorrow. He laughs at my jokes. He listens to my advises and demands. He sings even though his sick. Is this it or just another pain? No one knows.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Layout is kinda messed up=S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONL33FO3H1SQU33N&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;RAWR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114642526358915145?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114642526358915145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114642526358915145&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114642526358915145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114642526358915145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-didnt-say-it-would-be-easyi-said-it_30.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114549654406136723</id><published>2006-04-19T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:31:27.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;hussshh boy if only yuu know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it hurts to see that you are in love again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It hurts when I see you, I see you with her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;It hurts when my broken heart is how it ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;‘cause it hurts to know that you are in love again&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;John Liit woke me up then talked for a while. Tapos, chilled with Ronald, Jelai, Shiela, May Ann, Addie, Jim, Rb and Marvin. Played badminton and basketball with them(=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to skool after the easter. As what I thought is going to happen and what I expected, it really did. I talked to him yesterday and found it out. OUCHH! well I cannot do anything about it but just to accept it. Then went to bed after skool. Tapos around 11 talked to Ronald and John Liit called. tsk tsk tsk yuu guysz betta stop wah yuu doing or else! betta watch me! thnksz Ronald Mcdonald foe dah laugh and for trying ^.^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I did some mah worksz alredy in skool. Then, excercise for a bit buh it was useless because I ate alot. tsk tsk tsk. then talked to Ronald foe dah whole afternoon. *phew best sumwun is high eh? lmfao. no comment=P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FALLACiOUS ABOUT EVERYTHiNG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114549654406136723?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114549654406136723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114549654406136723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114549654406136723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114549654406136723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/hussshh-boy-if-only-yuu-knowit-hurts.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114532988619318112</id><published>2006-04-17T22:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T22:19:54.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I dreamed about being with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wanna make my dream come true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I know that your pain still remain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I wanna be the one that you can put your love &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And trust into but when you really need someone &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I like to be the one who will be right there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I don't know what to say &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll never have no words everytime I see your face it hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that I can't be with cause I know you don't want me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I wake up all alone make breakfast on my own&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;everything has changed now that you're gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I can't be with you living life is hard to do &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you don't want me to&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114532988619318112?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114532988619318112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114532988619318112&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114532988619318112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114532988619318112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-dreamed-about-being-with-youand-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114515154128456029</id><published>2006-04-15T20:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:58:01.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACCIDENT !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;OH MY GOSHHHNESS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;car accident cannot prevented&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to &lt;strong&gt;Yorkdale Mall&lt;/strong&gt; together with mah Aunt Esther and on our way home the car behind bumped us really hard. &lt;em&gt;Our&lt;strong&gt; first time&lt;/strong&gt; to encounter car accident&lt;/em&gt;. It happened just few seconds, its like one blink and it just happened...like a snap! I was really scared. Thank God were all safe! However, mah dad, mah Aunt Esther and younger sister bumped their heads and now were observing them...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;threefourthree&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T.W.E.N.T.Y-E.i.i.i.G.H.T&lt;/strong&gt; MONTHSZ&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Klaudine Nicole Penas &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TWENTYEiiGHT &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;styll counting...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;can yuu believe it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;aha i think ive known you pretty long..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;LOUD-jolly-hyper-type&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;beautiful person with beautiful heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;re&lt;em&gt;s&lt;/em&gt;tle&lt;em&gt;ss&lt;/em&gt; la&lt;em&gt;ss&lt;/em&gt;ie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;AAAHHHHH&lt;/em&gt;mazing bitch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;faithful and trustworthy dawg&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love you&lt;/strong&gt; with all mah heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and i alwaiisz got ur back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you know that bitch(:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;biiiirthday wiiishes: Jason and Shalomite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114515154128456029?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114515154128456029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114515154128456029&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114515154128456029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114515154128456029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/accident.html' title='ACCIDENT !'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114507609622424009</id><published>2006-04-14T22:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T12:26:55.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;its so hard to control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my feelingsz for&lt;strong&gt; you&lt;/strong&gt;.. jasz for &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I MISS THE FOLLOWING PEOPLE BIG TIME:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;+&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;kuya muffin&lt;/strong&gt; - i kinda ditch him kanina so yeah..am soree=(&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;mommiee jeanne&lt;/strong&gt; - i ddnt gt say bye to her wen shes in the green apartment, i was really busy playing badminton and all mah attention was in the birdy.lolsz&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;daddiee devin&lt;/strong&gt; - i ddnt see him yesterday and i found out that he went to north buh at least i talked to him in msn buh styll&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;bessy&lt;/strong&gt; - i dun hang out or talk to her dah much now foe some reason&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;mr.uLyanin&lt;/strong&gt; - i miss yuu liek mad. period.&lt;br /&gt;+ &lt;strong&gt;love peng&lt;/strong&gt; - i dun see yuu dah much in skool love. i miss our "&lt;em&gt;crazy&lt;/em&gt;" moments!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;skool is jasz liek usual..in short boring. then after skool Ronald, Kreezah, Nini, Tea and Rb went to mah crib..WOWSZ mah best (ronald) was crazy.. soo makulet. i dunno wats wit him..prolly hes on crack=D i kid lang. basta he acts soo weird. then played badminton with carlo, marvin and luchay. MAH BODY IS SWOLLEN AND PAIN EVERYWHERE. *siiigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FR&lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt;DAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I actually went to &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt; churches jasz to show some effort, sacrifices and want to thank god foe everything. Then, met mah Aunt Fe, her fiance Billy, Aunt Lanni, her friend Gary and Brenda.&lt;br /&gt;Watched movies and ate filipino foodsz (&lt;em&gt;ooopsz soree Brenda i kno yuu dun liek dah food dah much caz its not ur delicacy)&lt;/em&gt; afterwardsz went to Bathurst and Eglinton and went home like around 11 pm . REALLY LONG LONG DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;_________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss him liek &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt;. i ddnt talk to him until &lt;strong&gt;now&lt;/strong&gt;. remember what i said to mah last blog im doing all my best to control my feelingsz for him for the sake of our friendship? s0o yeah now am suffering! its soo hard to see him online not talking to him seemsz liek mah day is not complete and its amazing mah kuya muffin alwaiisz there for me(: thnksz kuya! oh also, wats hurt the most is were really close and now....i dunno &lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt; i know in the end im the one who`s gonna get hurt *siigh* thats why am trying to help myself... before its too late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114507609622424009?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114507609622424009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114507609622424009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114507609622424009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114507609622424009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-so-hard-to-controlmy-feelingsz-for.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114487925273090393</id><published>2006-04-12T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T21:47:55.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;shh shh let me finish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just wanna holla at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow! i think this is dah only day for this week i dont have to worry about that much. I`m done with all my test, quisz and major assignments. *phew* i need a break from all this...yay! long weekend is comming so betta chill mah ass off=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;strong&gt; ABA SHOW&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;em&gt;Allied Beauty Association&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;it was fun and the money that we payed was really worth it. Did you know that ABA Show is the Canada`s Largest Hair and Aesthetic Exibition and Education Event. Indeed it is=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got from ABA Show &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 245px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/witmahname.jpg" width="279" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think this time I need to slap myself really hard for me to wake up and realize what world and reality I`m into. The following are the things I need to do and change:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;01&lt;/strong&gt;. I need to control my feelings for him and snap out of it before something bad going to happen to &lt;strong&gt;me&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;friendship&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;02.&lt;/strong&gt; I need to go back to &lt;strong&gt;NERDY-type-girl&lt;/strong&gt; just like way I am before. &lt;strong&gt;SERIOUSLY&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;03.&lt;/strong&gt; I need to &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; my bad habits in short my "&lt;strong&gt;bisyo&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;04.&lt;/strong&gt; I need to&lt;strong&gt; focus&lt;/strong&gt; to my studies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;05.&lt;/strong&gt; I need a &lt;strong&gt;JOB&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got mah tattoo done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/tattoowhitename.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 184px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/tattoowhitename.jpg" width="316" border="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114487925273090393?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114487925273090393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114487925273090393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114487925273090393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114487925273090393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/shh-shh-let-me-finishi-just-wanna.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114455653479983760</id><published>2006-04-08T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T23:35:12.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Boy this is destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yuur the onlee wun i see!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already crossed the line of our called "&lt;strong&gt;friendship&lt;/strong&gt;". In my mind I know I don't have any chance to be the one he will call "&lt;em&gt;the gurl of his dreams&lt;/em&gt;". Is this just an infatuation? or what you call love at first sight? My friends said to snap out of it. It is funny how there the one whose scared for me..scared for me to get hurt, &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. There scared to see me cry...&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. But, how can you stop when he is the one who makes you happy or he is the reason why you have a big smile in your face? How can you stop when he alwaiisz make your day? How can you stop when he alwaiisz give you butterflies, &lt;strong&gt;everytime&lt;/strong&gt;? How can you? even though you tried to stop and control your feelings towards him. It is like stopping yourself to be happy &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see him online, everytime he message me, everytime he calls me mah heartbeat just go soo fast that i cant even explain myself! its weird eh...buh its just &lt;strong&gt;unexplainable&lt;/strong&gt;. Simple things he does makes a simple gurl like me happy. I never felt like this before and it is weird how it happened so quick...I wonder what would be the next thing will happen...is it &lt;strong&gt;rejection&lt;/strong&gt;? and back to be &lt;strong&gt;heartbroken&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;again&lt;/em&gt;? No one knows..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I will be happy again.....and that would be with HIM.&lt;br /&gt;Whatever happens....either bad or good..there is a reason behind it... I just hope I will know the answer... &lt;strong&gt;GOD please help me&lt;/strong&gt;.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;just liek waht kuya francis said..&lt;em&gt;I HOPE I`LL GET MAH KIDLAT(:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114455653479983760?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114455653479983760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114455653479983760&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114455653479983760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114455653479983760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/boy-this-is-destinyyuur-onlee-wun-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114446334733044889</id><published>2006-04-07T21:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T00:21:37.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF ONLEE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If i can onlee be strong and tell you what i really feel! If onlee i have the gutsz to tell you that i want you. If onlee i have the courage and spit it out to your face without any difficulties. &lt;strong&gt;I WOULD&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;unfortunately&lt;/em&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; I CANT&lt;/strong&gt; because you onlee see me as a &lt;strong&gt;FRiEND&lt;/strong&gt; and that is what hurts the &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;marquee scrollamount="2" direction="up" loop="true" width="45%"  style="color:#000080;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil sayo ang puso kong ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ay muling nagbukas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;nang sobrang lakas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;sana lang wala na tong wakas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at bukas ikaw ay matawag na akin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dahil ikaw lang ang gustong makapilin` &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;araw araw akong sumasaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;para bang walang hanggang ligaya &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ang nadarama ko para sayo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;pagbigyan mo naman ang puso ko &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;di mapakali pag di ka nakakausap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;para bang ikaw ang laging hinahanap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at gusto madama ang iyong mga yakap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;na para nakalutang sa ulap &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;dahil sayo di makatulog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ewan ko ba kung bakit sayo nahulog &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;kung pwede lang magtapat sa totoong nararamdaman &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ipapadama ko sayo ang tunay na pagmamahalan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;at ang tanging hiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;na ikaw ang makapiling &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;ill do anything just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to be ur everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;-&lt;em&gt;miszjoycee*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;+ HALF-DAY +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;-went to bhessy`s haus and it was raining so i was wet the whole time and the result &lt;strong&gt;IM SiCK NOW!&lt;/strong&gt; jelaii and best (ron) came over and played cardsz with bhessy (double speed)&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;+ special thnk you to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-daddii devin-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;foe dah advise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-king&lt;/strong&gt;- foe all dah advises too and being worried bout me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-muffin&lt;/strong&gt;- foe alwaiisz have mah back and making me feel gwed and making me laugh as well&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-bhessy&lt;/strong&gt;- foe listening to meh dah whole time n dah phone bragging bout Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;msn conversation&lt;br /&gt;(they made mah night&lt;strong&gt; ;; BIG TIME)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;: hope yuu feel better..I LOVE YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: aww thnksz=) i love yuu too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;: why yuu look soo sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: caz i liek disz guy and he doesnt liek me back=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;: tha guy from toronto wat makes u feel he doesnt like u OR ar u goin by wat people are sayin or u assumed that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: i assumed dah caz im nothing to compare wit other wunsz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;: ahhhh why ar u sayin that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: caz its truu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;: ur comparin urself to his leftovas..lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;: -- slaps joycee with a paper weight --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king&lt;/strong&gt;: i'm sure thats wat u wanna see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: i think he onlee see me as a frnd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king:&lt;/strong&gt; u hav more personality and likabilty than most people and i'm sure they were just pretty faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;king:&lt;/strong&gt; u gotta change his mind and thats ur job&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;-------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: =(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: am sad pow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;francis&lt;/strong&gt;: why? he broke your heart? sabihin mo kung saan nakatatira? ano itsura? saan gumagala? sabihin mo lang yo! this boy gonna get his day still! yuu got mah back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee:&lt;/strong&gt; nopee.. wala yata akong pag asa sa kanya eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;francis:&lt;/strong&gt; wow! is this just in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee:&lt;/strong&gt; caz sabi nia eh...okiee nag open up kac ako eh..taz sabi nia liek marami daw nag kakagusto sa kanya eh kaso liek ayaw daw niyang saktan ung mga gurlsz caz he knoes how it feelsz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;francis:&lt;/strong&gt; awwww! tell me what to do to make you feel better muffin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: i unno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;francis:&lt;/strong&gt; halika nga dito! yakap kita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee:&lt;/strong&gt; tenchhuu! i needah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;amm sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: caz it was raining n dun have ne jacket n umbreLLa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: awww! u culd haf had mine haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: so den i wuld be sik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee:&lt;/strong&gt; nopee.. i dun want yuu to be sick&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: i want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee:&lt;/strong&gt; whhy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray:&lt;/strong&gt; so i dont haf to wrk 2morroe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: amm sad ehh..mah head hurtsz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray:&lt;/strong&gt; aww! take some advil! meebbe it will help&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: dun feel like it....wanna go die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: naw! ill make it feel better...umm..ill give you icepack..or hug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: its ottay! no need to do dah..wanna go die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: noo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;joycee&lt;/strong&gt;: its ottay..dun want ur gurlsz will chase n kill me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray:&lt;/strong&gt; naw..nad even! so ill give u a hug!i dun care if they beat u up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: il give yuu hug styll...we can ride on my bike&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ray&lt;/strong&gt;: u shuld get some rest now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114446334733044889?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114446334733044889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114446334733044889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114446334733044889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114446334733044889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/if-onleeif-i-can-onlee-be-strong-and.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114409806445322732</id><published>2006-04-03T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:05:38.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;Cause I aint gotta smooth that to do that thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And it only took a night to get it right, grip it right, hit it right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! &lt;strong&gt;APRIL&lt;/strong&gt; is here(: letsz hope this month will be completely different for me and especially to all &lt;strong&gt;mobabergiiirLsz&lt;/strong&gt;. just like wah &lt;strong&gt;mamii &lt;/strong&gt;(&lt;em&gt;jeanne/jem)&lt;/em&gt; said hope our &lt;strong&gt;unexpected visitors&lt;/strong&gt; will come..&lt;strong&gt;SOON&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o0opsz! a week without updating! been busy and simutaneously lazy lately! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;{&lt;em&gt;27/03/2006 9:12:46 PM&lt;/em&gt;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jem: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kc... wla lng. di na kita nakikita. nakakain ka ba naman ? baka pinababayaan mo sarili mo ah..tandaan MO...AS IN REMMEBER IF UR NOT IN THE PROPER STATE, BAKA DI MO ABUTAN UNG PRINCE CHARMING MO.... LAM MO NAMAN "&lt;strong&gt;PRINCE C&lt;/strong&gt;." COMES WEN U LEAST EXPECT IT =)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*&lt;/em&gt;she just made mah night(: labsz yuu mamii!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TUESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY 31&lt;em&gt;st&lt;/em&gt; Monthsary to &lt;strong&gt;Kreezah&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Kuya Jay&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;chilled with Elaiza, Gee, and Jelaii after skool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LITERACY TEST&lt;/strong&gt;! piece of cake? ummmsz..??&lt;br /&gt;went to Pizzaville with Ann after the test. i learned a new word -- TINGLE (sp?)&lt;br /&gt;its bastos daw buh hu cares. newaisz laughtrip with Aeyon, Ann, Shiela, Marvin, Carlo, David, Divina in dah cafe. dersz more pe0ple there buh i can`t remmber nemore=/&lt;br /&gt;Me and Alden talked again after dah tragedy happened *cough* its yall gwedd. szeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;letsz skipped&lt;strong&gt; thursday&lt;/strong&gt; caz i cant rmmber. all i did is used dah fone=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FRiDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;craving foe pizza buh we ended up eating at the chinese restuarant during 4th with Giselle, Daniel, Greg, Lionel and Chris. it was funn chilling with dem=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HUGE FiGHT WiTH MAH RENTSZ&lt;/strong&gt;! tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;- no fone for a day.&lt;br /&gt;- i can`t go newhere=/&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;strong&gt; I KNO ITS MAH FAULT&lt;/strong&gt; and i just realized it.&lt;br /&gt;- I`ve changed and &lt;strong&gt;I`M SORRY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;- i dunno wah dah heck is wrong with me crying for non sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;KILIG MOMENTS WITH&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;RAYMOND&lt;/strong&gt;=p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114409806445322732?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114409806445322732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114409806445322732&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114409806445322732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114409806445322732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/04/cause-i-aint-gotta-smooth-that-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114350136534797716</id><published>2006-03-27T16:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:18:35.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But is that all I am to &lt;u&gt;you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kicking back with someone new...Is that all you want?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 271px; HEIGHT: 220px" height="384" src="http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/room.jpg" width="431" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the place where all my feelings are revealed&lt;br /&gt;miszjoycee* room=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;: Chilled with Giselle at mah place and met Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;: We went to dah Airport Road and Derry (&lt;em&gt;am not really sure if datsz dah right place&lt;/em&gt;) and bought some cosmetics. I was with my sister, parents, aunt and cousin. Afterwards, my aunt and cousin went to Pops Fernandez and Regine Velasques Concert in Toronto. I want to go to buh i found out at dah day and dah tickets are sold out=/ danngg!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;: Went to church as usual. Then went to dah mall and bought Deuce Bigalow and Meet the Fockers cd`s. Then, my mom`s friend came over. We ate Filipino Foods=) chyeeaaaa! Den watched da two movies and did mah history project.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I promise to never fall in love with a stranger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I can't explain the way you made me feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANYWAIISZ&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I`m okay now and started to realized a lot of things.If you don`t know what I`m talking about read mah last entry. However, sometimes I can`t help buh to think bout it. buh im &lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;double&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;O D&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;chyeeaa boy done with it! believe it! accept it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; thnksz to all mah friends who alwaiisz there=) i kno everything happens for a reason and for its own purpose. gotta wait foe dah right time and right moment. head up and move on! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114350136534797716?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114350136534797716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114350136534797716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114350136534797716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114350136534797716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-is-that-all-i-am-to-you-kicking.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114325728096491117</id><published>2006-03-24T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T23:04:12.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Baby I`m sooo Crushed&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;with that heavy feeling in my chest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever met someone that you did not thought or expect you are going to fall for, that you did not even thought you are going to regret all the things you said to him, that you did not even thought that you want to be with him everytime? Then, unpredictably, you realized that you already pass the line of your friendship....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day that you alwaysz waiting for him to ask you out and tell you what he really feel inside &lt;strong&gt;came&lt;/strong&gt;....He introduced you to his friends and family. Everything went really well and you are acting like &lt;em&gt;more-than-friends-buh-less-than-lover&lt;/em&gt; type. You feel confident and comfortable together that it seems liek you already known each other for such a long time. He tells you everything happend to him everyday and vise versa. He says corny sayings that you never heard or believe before. You talked in the phone for hours and hours that it is all non sense yet you both cherish every moment together. You sang to him without any hesitations and difficulties that no one ever heard you sing except for you right hand lady and to your parents when you are taking a shower. You go along with his friends like you felt you know them for a long time. You are not afraid of telling him all your &lt;strong&gt;WEAKNESSES&lt;/strong&gt; because he accepts you for who you are and what you are.&lt;strong&gt; However&lt;/strong&gt;, you are having a second thought because you are afraid of getting hurt again just like what happened before. Your past love still hunts you and that makes you stop for saying the magic words and the one he was waiting for...your....."&lt;strong&gt;YES&lt;/strong&gt;" In other hand, your heart tells you to give it a try. Simutaneously, your friends agreed to give him a chance to show you that he is really sincere nevertheless you still want to wait for the right time and the right moment. After few days, you have been thinking and make up your mind that you are going to give it a try....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then suddenly&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he changed his mind and told you he likes another girl...&lt;br /&gt;and everything you assumed just faded....&lt;br /&gt;and the one you really fear to come....&lt;br /&gt;just happened really quick...&lt;br /&gt;just like a "&lt;strong&gt;SNAP&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;s&gt;i miss yuu=(&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  screw dah.&lt;strong&gt;YOUR NOT WORTH KEEPING&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE IS BULLSHIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUCK TWENTYONE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;------------------------------------&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;HAPPY SiX MONTHSZ BHESSY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kristine Ivy Estolas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;To begin with, I want to say &lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU&lt;/strong&gt; for &lt;strong&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/strong&gt;. You`re &lt;strong&gt;alwaiisz&lt;/strong&gt; there for me...you &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; dissappoint me for anything, you &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; fail to cheer me up, you &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; give up on me even though I know you are alredy sick and tired to all my immature complaints, you &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; flunk to all my requests and grievance, you never get frustated to all my phone calls late at night and even early in the morning. You &lt;strong&gt;BELIEVE&lt;/strong&gt; in me and have &lt;strong&gt;TRUST&lt;/strong&gt; that made me feel &lt;strong&gt;special&lt;/strong&gt;. We both know that we are completely different individual especially in certain things and style. Yet, you still there and I`m hoping for our friendship to last &lt;strong&gt;forever&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In all the &lt;strong&gt;bullshit&lt;/strong&gt; I`m going through right now, you alwaiisz there by my side and I`m glad that you`re there simply because &lt;strong&gt;I NEED YOU&lt;/strong&gt;. You make me whole and give the confidence I really need and you never have doubt of. Thank you for all the patience you have, all the laughter and tears we shared. You gave me the friendship I alwaiisz wanted. I want you to know that I really treasured the friendship that we shared for six months. Eventhough at first, we don`t know each other yet you still gave me opportunity to really know the real &lt;strong&gt;KRISTINE IVY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ESTOLAS&lt;/strong&gt;. You are really a good friend not only to me but to everyone. You give me the gift of happiness each day. Never have I dream it could be this way. You have given your love regardless of cost in my heart in your care. I love you bessy and I really mean it. (=&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114325728096491117?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114325728096491117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114325728096491117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114325728096491117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114325728096491117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/baby-im-sooo-crushedwith-that-heavy.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114281076898626919</id><published>2006-03-19T17:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T17:29:18.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy you gotta show it [ ! ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you feel the same way that I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today den went to church wit whole familia. den, stayed in dah haus foe dah whole day so basically-- foe short -- mah day is pretty boring. So i called lotta people and talked foe dem foe a while just to kill dah time. March Break is&lt;strong&gt; OVER&lt;/strong&gt;! tomorrow, back to skool again and gotta work hard=/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my aura of mystery:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just when I'm feeling like we're getting closer&lt;br /&gt;you turn around and drift apart&lt;br /&gt;And now you've got me in a state of confusion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I just don't understand what we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me boy exactly what it is that you doin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me you don't know the situation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Boy I know you know what's goin' on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Baby just be straight with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What exactly is it you want?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114281076898626919?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114281076898626919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114281076898626919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114281076898626919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114281076898626919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/boy-you-gotta-show-it-if-you-feel-same.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114270188200679104</id><published>2006-03-18T11:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T13:42:47.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;h2&gt;SUPRISEEEE =) I MADE YOU A NEW LAYOUT! =) LOVE YOU! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HEARTS &lt;3&lt;a href="http://jem.faint-hopes.org"&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;JEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0kay seriously i think something is wrong with me. I`ve been down lately and i dunno why, maybe because of the things happening around me and my friends. Last night, nakatulog na lang ako sa kakaiyak..weird eh? meh and mah mom had fight kac eh. well its not dah serious caz were okay now. she thinks im turning to a&lt;strong&gt; bitch&lt;/strong&gt; nah bcaz of mah attitude and honestly, &lt;strong&gt;I'VE CHANGED&lt;/strong&gt;! am not like dah &lt;em&gt;skool-nice-NERD-focus-gurl&lt;/em&gt; nemore. i barely study wen we have test and liek quizes which is bad caz i really need to be in honor roll again this year caz if i don't &lt;strong&gt;BIG DISAPPOINTMENTS&lt;/strong&gt; to mah rents and whole fam. its liek enormous pressure in mah shouldersz! newaiisz, why i have been down lately? first, all dah &lt;strong&gt;mobaber gurlsz&lt;/strong&gt; have problemsz and &lt;strong&gt;ang problema nang isa ay problema nang lahat.we stick together=) &lt;/strong&gt;yeee i love dem to death. der dah best and its proven=) *&lt;em&gt;btw i miss yuu guysz. i cant wait to see yuu all sa monday!&lt;/em&gt; soo yun, its confidential eh&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; next is, am confused and mixed up. der disz guy and lets call him &lt;strong&gt;mah&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;BERBER!&lt;/strong&gt; nuff said. ahh ewan and i dun care nemore. *&lt;em&gt;b0y stop being a chicken. okay. tenchuu=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;*brb lng may tumatawag....sina penguin &amp;&amp;amp; lord P&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i woke up late as usual den went to dah mall to return dah webcam. dangg i love it panamn caz its 4 in 1 -- digital/ web camera/ video and i 4gt dah last one. newaiisz i had to return it caz it aint workin` n mah puter. really sucksz. den i jasz bought anotha wun and thank God its workin`. den, Penguin, Rema, Parley and Benz came over and chilled foe a while. AWWW i finally saw the three of them. paakk ang kulet nina Bensz and Rema, der shooo kyoote=DD Bensz download 3 of his songs sa puter ko. *&lt;em&gt;btw thnksz poww &lt;/em&gt;then mga 9 na yata yunn sila umuwi. i talked to bunsototeng sa msn. &lt;strong&gt;HOLYY! MAH TAGALOG SUCKSZ=(&lt;/strong&gt; i swear i had hard time and nabulolol ako.* &lt;em&gt;shieett nini ang hirap nang ating BOKABOLARYO. LOL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AWWWWWWWWWW DID YUU GUYSZ SEE MAH NEW LAYOUT? ISN`T IT GORGEOUS=) I LOVE IT! THNKSZ ATENG MUTCHATOT FOE IT and PROPSZ FOE HER.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114270188200679104?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114270188200679104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114270188200679104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114270188200679104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114270188200679104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/supriseeee-i-made-you-new-layout-love_18.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114239285402093560</id><published>2006-03-14T21:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T22:54:54.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Drop it, Pop It, Shake it, roll it whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold that shit girl show me what you got there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lookout for Lies!&lt;br /&gt;Experts warn, don't trust a man if he says these 5 things!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationship experts say that women should be wary if a guy says any of the following things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I tried to call.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Know this, ladies: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if he wants to reach you, he will. That's all there is to it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't get the message&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This may be feasible once. Perhaps twice, but unlikely. While it used to be safe to blame technology for our inability to connect, with today's rapid-fire means of communication (who doesn't have at least a cell phone and email these days), it's highly unlikely he didn't know you were trying to reach him. That said, it is possible. Just trust your guts... and if you're questioning his words, your gut is telling you it's a lie.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I didn't notice what she looked like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As much as we'd all love to be the only woman our guy sees, it's just not the way things are. Think about it, you probably notice when a super hottie is in your proximity and it doesn't mean you want to cheat on your man with him. So ease up a little on your guy's tasteful appreciation of women (ogling's another story). However, if a beauty is in your radar and he says he "didn't notice what she looked like, " male dating experts say beware, he's probably lying.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We'll talk about it later&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like I didn't get the message could be true, so could this oft-heard saying from the mouths of men. However, if all you hear when serious subjects come up are promises that the issues will be addressed down the road, you can rest assured they won't be. If it comes down to it, tell him to put up or shut up (or get out, more accurately). You can't have a relationship with two people if only one side is communicating. Keep in mind however, you don't need to talk about every single little thing. The ultimatum is meant only if conversations are always being put off or circumvented. And if you say it, you'd better be prepared to make good!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I could fall in love with you in a minute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Translation: I'm not in love with you now. One guy dating guru suggests that if a lady hears this whopper, she should wait a minute then ask him how he feels now. Guys will say a lot of things if they want to keep you around and you can usually tell whether or not they're sincere (actions, ladies, that's where it's at). Take your blinders off for a moment and see things clearly. I think I'm falling in love with you usually means something... I could fall in love with you means very little in most situations.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114239285402093560?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114239285402093560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114239285402093560&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114239285402093560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114239285402093560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/drop-it-pop-it-shake-it-roll-it-whoa.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114228605263142338</id><published>2006-03-13T15:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T15:45:44.406-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;i ain't trippin and i ain't hatin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i been watchin and i been waitin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-=[] Saturday EDiT []=-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to Bessy foe dah whole night tapos tumawag c Gee. she wants to go to mah haus daw. so i changed mah clothes and took mah jacket nang pa punta na ako sa door tumawag c Alden and he wants to go to mah haus as well. so am like okaay den. soo yunn. i went downstairs den met Gee wit Benz, Rema and Mike Tisoy yata. den afta few minutes dumating nah cna Alden witt Renz, John Liit, A-jay and Sam. Den chilled foe a while. *&lt;em&gt;Holy Renz liek Gee eh ;) lolersz&lt;/em&gt;. Den yunn it was funn even though saglit lang. Gee stayed in dah haus foe a bit and had a gurl talk. Den afta nun talked to Renz sa msn foe a bit and had a drama conversation witt him. *&lt;em&gt;maan dun 4gt our deal okiee??&lt;/em&gt; mah day went &lt;strong&gt;AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-=[] Sunday[]=-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to dah church widd dah familia. Den afta lunch went to Classic Bowl. *&lt;em&gt;ohh boyy it was fun to dah max&lt;/em&gt;. Mah hand hurtsz kac dah ball was friggen heavy. Mah dad won foe dah 1st and 2nd game. I beat Jessa n da 1st game den foe 2nd game she beat me. *&lt;em&gt;heehe&lt;/em&gt;. Went home den drop liek dead. *&lt;em&gt;i swear i was soo tired&lt;/em&gt;. Natulog foe a bit den I heard mom talking to Jelaii so I jasz woke up and it was 7:30 na yata eh. &lt;em&gt;*pajaammerszzz&lt;/em&gt;! Den, yuun talked to Gee sa fonee. &lt;em&gt;*awwww gurl hope everything wudd be fine! &lt;/em&gt;Tapos&lt;em&gt;, &lt;/em&gt;I returned call to Jelaii and Bessy. tapos I decided to call Renz to ask wer Alden is. Den me, Renz and Bessy talked foe liek almost 2 hoursz=) *&lt;em&gt;holyyyy Rensz thnksz foe da advise eh and i learned sumtin. actually me and bessy learned sumtin. haahha. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos yun&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt; mah fone was &lt;strong&gt;LOW BATT &lt;/strong&gt;nah. it sucksz. &lt;strong&gt;BiG TiME&lt;/strong&gt;! tapos, talked to Jeanne and Gee foe a bit buh i had to go kac mah fone was low bat bigla na lang nawawala ung connection. tapos, talked to Parley , Arturo and Randolf. They want to talk to dah fonee buh i cant kac nga low bat na ung fonee.&lt;em&gt;sayanggg&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PS&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;im craving foe &lt;strong&gt;ICE CREAM&lt;/strong&gt;! i gave it up kac eh sa lent soo i cant eat it=( anuu ba yann. how many daysz left? &lt;strong&gt;AHA. I DUNNO&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;-berber`s are stupid? aha..TRUU DAHH!&lt;br /&gt;yet we styll love dem to dah max..szeen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BiRTHDAY WiSHES : LAiNEYYY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ur sweeet sixteen nah mihn. more birthdaysz to come and have fun witt yuur baby eh. ate labsz yuu=)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114228605263142338?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114228605263142338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114228605263142338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114228605263142338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114228605263142338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-aint-trippin-and-i-aint-hatinbut-i.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114212880866548134</id><published>2006-03-11T19:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:52:10.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;But if you look my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll make sure you'll never hurt again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tuesday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I saw him todaii and chilled with his friends.[[Rb, Xtine, Alden, Renz, Ronald, John and I]] awww yuu guysz are soo funny. &lt;em&gt;we betta chyll again..okiee? szeen? &lt;/em&gt;heehee. We went to PizzaPizza and stayed there for like an hour. pure jokes! den we went outside. heck yesss it was cold. &lt;em&gt;*ahem ahem bessy;) &lt;/em&gt;LOL&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; den around 5:30 Rb and Xtine decided to go home and John wants to go home too caz they have to buy anti-virus&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; Then, hinatid nila ako. lolersz.&lt;strong&gt;TODAY&lt;/strong&gt; was friigen awesome=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wednesday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I went home straight and took a nap . im soo tired and i dun even know why!=S newaiisz, we have to do a skit for Religion. Thank God it turn out &lt;strong&gt;G-O-O-D&lt;/strong&gt;! ohh bessyy&lt;strong&gt; WUN MONTH&lt;/strong&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thursday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;I stayed til 1 in the morning doing mah essay='( ahhhh. soo tired. thnksz Bessy foe helping me. ahhh love yuuu! oh also thnksz Alden and Arturo foe staying late wid me. *&lt;em&gt;Arturo wen we gonna juice? HAHHA. yeshh i pwomisz ill try to reach yuu. LMAO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Went home straight caz Jessa dun have ne skool. mann it sucksz. I walked with Shiela and Marvin. &lt;em&gt;* Marvinn thnksz foe testi and yes im madaldal. FUCK AGAIN? &lt;/em&gt;I dunno wah dah heck is wrong with me. Ive been soo moody lately. &lt;strong&gt;Alden&lt;/strong&gt; said &lt;strong&gt;IM WEIRD&lt;/strong&gt;=S den everyone said ive been madaldal lately as well. LOL. sabognesss(: ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saturday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;--New Layout AGAiN&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ive been thinking bout this, gonna make dah biggest gesture, gonna take all da risk and follow my heart. &lt;strong&gt;AM i READY&lt;/strong&gt;? i already made my decision and thnksz to &lt;strong&gt;Mobaber gurlsz&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bessy&lt;/strong&gt;. AHHHH. am scared. *&lt;em&gt;wiiish me luck guysz&lt;/em&gt;=) oh, btw i did something todaii dah i shudnt have done. =( &lt;em&gt;bad bad gurl&lt;/em&gt;! ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BiRTHDAY WiSHES&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;strong&gt;DAPHNE &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ASHLEY&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114212880866548134?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114212880866548134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114212880866548134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114212880866548134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114212880866548134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-if-you-look-my-wayill-make-sure.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114169925924507867</id><published>2006-03-06T20:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:36:28.866-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I cross my heart &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; I'd swear&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Endlessly to be true to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/GOLDmissjoycee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 97px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/GOLDmissjoycee.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/goldjacket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" height="195" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/goldjacket.jpg" width="309" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPPYYY BERBERDAY &amp;&amp;amp; SWEET SiXTEEN TEAPOT &amp;&amp;amp;amp; HALYNA &amp;&amp;amp; MELISSA=)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gosh ha! same age na tayuu. wooot wooot!! la langg. best wishes to all of yuu guysz. i &lt;strong&gt;BER&lt;/strong&gt;king labb yuuu to dah max.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Oakville Place widd the familia. It was fun. aha. i love it there and its not that crowded liek squareOne. then, went to SquareOne to buy Jessa`s camoflauge pants foe her dance . *&lt;em&gt;gwedd luck guysz foe tuesday!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;You may say I am mysterious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Let me explain myself:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in a land of oranges.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I am faithful to apples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;AHA! &lt;strong&gt;MARVELOUS-AWESOME-SUBLIMITY-DAY&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;okay thnksz to RudeBoii. Basta.ahihi. =DD&lt;br /&gt;then to Bessy and Bullet din. nuff said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114169925924507867?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114169925924507867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114169925924507867&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114169925924507867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114169925924507867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cross-my-heart-melissa-gosh-ha-same.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114149433351868573</id><published>2006-03-04T11:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T14:53:12.650-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;But in the end I can still feel the pain [ ! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;every time I hear your name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are suppose to chyll today, me and him together with his friends and my friends &lt;em&gt;BUT&lt;/em&gt; it got &lt;strong&gt;cancelled&lt;/strong&gt;. Both of my rents have work and he have to go to Grand Park. So its gonna be next week. hopefully. Its a good thing though bcaz I aint ready yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;New Layout&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; AHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Today`s Horoscope&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Virgo March 4, 2006&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;As one door closes, another more promising one may be opening for you at this time. Be prepared for changing circumstances that could demand much of you, but are likely to give back even more. Your horizons could be broadening a bit and you could be developing a greater sense of strength, inspiration and direction right now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BiRTHDAY WiSHES GOES TO: &lt;strong&gt;Kencia &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Emily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Jessa`s friends came over and I had to take care of them. We went to rent a movie and bought some snacks. We watched the &lt;strong&gt;Corpse Bride&lt;/strong&gt;. It is actually pretty good and I`m impress. Then, around 7, Jelaii and Shiela came over as well and we watched the movie &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;. *&lt;em&gt;soreeee guysz foe being weird and wala-sa-sarili. &lt;/em&gt;I have to finish the book [To Kill a MockingBird] by the weekend or at least try so i can cope up with the all the work. Im getting 90% in that class, so I better improve it or stay with it. &lt;em&gt;*AAAHHH academic english is hard, wanna go to applied=S&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;BiRTHDAY WiSHES GOES TO: &lt;strong&gt;Duches&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Gerson&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Carlo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114149433351868573?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114149433351868573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114149433351868573&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114149433351868573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114149433351868573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/but-in-end-i-can-still-feel-pain-every.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114126786725265987</id><published>2006-03-01T20:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:52:32.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NATURAL HiGHS [ ! ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Falling in love.&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.&lt;br /&gt;3. A hot shower.&lt;br /&gt;4. No lines at the supermarket.&lt;br /&gt;5. A special glance.&lt;br /&gt;6. Getting mail.&lt;br /&gt;7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing your favourite song on the radio.&lt;br /&gt;9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.&lt;br /&gt;10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.&lt;br /&gt;11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry).&lt;br /&gt;12. A bubble bath.&lt;br /&gt;13. Giggling.&lt;br /&gt;14. A good conversation.&lt;br /&gt;15. The beach&lt;br /&gt;16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.&lt;br /&gt;17. Laughing at yourself.&lt;br /&gt;18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you&lt;br /&gt;19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.&lt;br /&gt;20. Running through sprinklers.21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.22 Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.23. Laughing at an inside joke&lt;br /&gt;24. Friends.&lt;br /&gt;25. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.&lt;br /&gt;26. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;27. Your first kiss (either the very first or with a new partner).&lt;br /&gt;28. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.&lt;br /&gt;29 Playing with a new puppy.&lt;br /&gt;30. Having someone play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;31. Sweet dreams.&lt;br /&gt;32. Hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;33. Road trips with friends.&lt;br /&gt;34. Swinging on swings.&lt;br /&gt;35. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.&lt;br /&gt;36. Making chocolate chip cookies.&lt;br /&gt;37. Having your friends send you homemade cookies.&lt;br /&gt;38 Holding hands with someone you care about.&lt;br /&gt;39. Running into an old friend and realizingthat some things (good or bad) never change.&lt;br /&gt;40. Watching the _______expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.&lt;br /&gt;41. Watching the sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;42. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.&lt;br /&gt;43 Knowing that somebody misses you.&lt;br /&gt;44. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.&lt;br /&gt;45. Knowing you've done the right thing,no matter what other people think. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114126786725265987?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114126786725265987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114126786725265987&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114126786725265987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114126786725265987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/03/natural-highs-1.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114116141218053896</id><published>2006-02-28T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:33:53.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;iF I HAD ONE WiSH [ ! ] &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just stay with me &lt;s&gt;forever&lt;/s&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The &lt;strong&gt;right&lt;/strong&gt; choice is always the &lt;strong&gt;hardest&lt;/strong&gt;, but the &lt;strong&gt;hardest path&lt;/strong&gt; isn't always the right one to choose. Sometimes you need to take the easy way out, and just get away from it all. You make mistakes too. &lt;strong&gt;Love&lt;/strong&gt; lifts you up and ways you down at the same time. Stress heightens your senses, but it destroys you from the inside out. Just live life to the fullest, never look back, and do what your heart tells you to. Sometimes you'll get &lt;strong&gt;lucky,&lt;/strong&gt; and sometimes you'll get &lt;strong&gt;heart-broken&lt;/strong&gt;. But, a person who dies with a perfect heart has never love, never even lived at all...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never underestimate the pain I have now because the truth is .. everyone is struggling its just some people hide it better than me&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114116141218053896?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114116141218053896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114116141218053896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114116141218053896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114116141218053896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-had-one-wish-just-stay-with-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114100375421012021</id><published>2006-02-26T19:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:28:46.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I'll never get over you getting over me [ ! ]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/peace.GRRRR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px" height="300" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/peace.GRRRR.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was bloghopping a while ago and read a lot of sad stories , kinda similar to mine and it makes me sad=( I thought im the onlee one suffering from all this bullshit happening. I was wrong. Maybe it is different story or different angle but in the end, it is due pain and heartbreaks and the result of loving the wrong person. Indeed, it is sad! However, I alwaysz believe everything happens for a reason and for its own purpose. We all go through bullshit which is really pathetic. It cannot rain forever and no pain no gain and we need to remember that! We dunno what life has in store for us...we just hav to keep movin' and have to live it to the fullest. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY 5TH MONTHSARY BESSY&lt;/span&gt; [ ! ] &lt;em&gt;thnksz foe alwaiisz there. AHH! I LOVE YOU to death. hope yuu feel betta soon!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I remember something, i got this from the priest. he said, "&lt;strong&gt;why can't God give us a happy life? I mean he created us, why can he give us a good and enjoyable life?"&lt;/strong&gt; It really got my attention, it is right! why can't we have a perfect life? I know there is no such thing as perfect. You know what he said. If we don't have problems and dilemma in our life, we are not going to talk to God and it is true. I admit it, I'll just pray if I need something, or if i got a test or an presentation or I have a problem. But, kung wala, parang wala lang din. ohh mann bad bad bad! =(&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114100375421012021?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114100375421012021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114100375421012021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114100375421012021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114100375421012021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/ill-never-get-over-you-getting-over-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114090586114729979</id><published>2006-02-25T16:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:46:10.133-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IF YUU COULD ONLEE SEE AND FEEL DA PAiN [!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;i&gt;tell me its worth it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno wah is going on with me lately. too much drama happening. to the mobaber gurlsz as well. i feel liek i want to cry buh i don't kno what is the reason. //siiiigh**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;REST iN PEACE&lt;/strong&gt; : to our family friend back home. Kuya Marlon. &lt;i&gt;well surely miss yuu kuya ='(&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;There you were last night sitting close to her by candlelight&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't let you see my crying eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; I wanted so bad to run to you&lt;br /&gt;How could you find someone in just so little time&lt;br /&gt;We said we'd be friends maybe one day&lt;br /&gt;give us one more try&lt;br /&gt;I can't understand, it happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;THREE &lt;s&gt;Six&lt;/s&gt; months have passed&lt;br /&gt;Now suddenly you've gotten over me&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when I thought I had gotten over you&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when together forever won't come true&lt;br /&gt;It hurts when one broken heart is how it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'cause it hurts to know that you are in love again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying so hard not to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; you're happy now and &lt;strong&gt;it's not fair&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought that I was getting strong I see you with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Now I can pretend that losing you didn't mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;And I can deny that this whole thing's not happening&lt;br /&gt;To hold it inside-it's killing me, it's hurting me.&lt;br /&gt;If you could only see &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;^&lt;/span&gt;im feeling this song todayy=/ its liek its speak up my emotions and feelings. omg. im crying nah! WTF is wrong me? =((&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114090586114729979?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114090586114729979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114090586114729979&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114090586114729979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114090586114729979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-yuu-could-onlee-see-and-feel-da.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114047567955692478</id><published>2006-02-20T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:27:55.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;LONG LONG UPDATE(:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FRiDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Shiela asked me about wah we gonna do today caz its friday s0o we end up watching a movie n mah place. we went to her haus first t0 get da tape. den me and Rb decided to watch The Island. Then, we picked up Xtine caz she had 5thlunch. Then, we went to pizzapizza and there this random guy ( i ddnt kno dah hes sab0g) ask me foe two dollars. i ddnt give him ne money. den, i called Alden and we talked for a while. Then watch some trailers with the retards=) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0797.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0797.jpg" width="187" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0793.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 83px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0793.jpg" width="202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0798.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 67px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0798.jpg" width="192" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/sabogg.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 84px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/sabogg.jpg" width="199" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0791.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0791.jpg" width="197" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0788.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 77px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0788.jpg" width="198" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0789.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 76px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 100px" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0789.jpg" width="246" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Rb supposed to pick me up today however i dunno wer dah heck he is. so mah dad jasz gave me a ride to Xtine`s haus. we watched a movie then Shiela and Jelai came over. Picturetaking + gurltalk = awesome day. Then, talked to Bessy in dah phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0812.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 104px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0812.jpg" width="145" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0811.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 88px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0811.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/IMG_0808.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 93px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="320" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/IMG_0808.jpg" width="129" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/babes=).jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 96px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" height="192" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/babes%3D%29.jpg" width="124" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY:&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BDAY: LOLA NORiNG &amp;&amp;amp; TiTO LARRY&lt;br /&gt;We went to kuya`s church den ate lechon and filipino food. later, we went to dah mall and went for shopping with mom and jessa. then, talked to Alden for dah whole night nuff said. i jasz love our conversation and good talk. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114047567955692478?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114047567955692478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114047567955692478&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114047567955692478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114047567955692478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-long-updatefriday-shiela-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-114004656098629284</id><published>2006-02-15T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:28:16.590-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY HEARTS DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;so hows ur heartsz day? me g0t noo date buh really happy=) but I`m confused at dah same time caz der a l0t 0f questionsz i really need t0 answer. &lt;em&gt;goshness!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;--------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;It is impossible to move on ahead while staying where you are. You have to be willing to accept that some changes will be necessary. Many people keep doing same thing over and over again in der lives, hoping dah sumtin better will come along. but if yuu keep doing wat yuu have alwaiisz done, yuu will get the same results. if yuu are not getting wah yuu want of life, yuu have to change yuur approache to it. Ride out dah rough times and be patient foe dah changes yuu want to become &lt;strong&gt;REAL&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;give urself time to accept changes and adjust to them&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remindersz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;001&lt;/strong&gt;. $ 5.00 foe CiViES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;002&lt;/strong&gt;. Hist0ry -- Black Hist0ry info b0ut MARiE HAMiLTON due FRiDAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;003&lt;/strong&gt;. Religion -- poem;; &lt;em&gt;I am a teenager&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;004&lt;/strong&gt;. English&lt;em&gt; -- &lt;/em&gt;Grammar Quiz tomoro =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;005&lt;/strong&gt;. English -- &lt;em&gt;To Kill a Mocking Bird&lt;/em&gt; -- quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;006&lt;/strong&gt;. Vocabulary &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BABOSHNESS BiTCHESSS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-114004656098629284?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/114004656098629284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=114004656098629284&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114004656098629284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/114004656098629284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-hearts-day-so-hows-ur-heartsz.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-113986755787183646</id><published>2006-02-13T15:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T20:28:40.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Signs HE cares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="scroll3" style="BORDER-RIGHT: #993399 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #993399 2px solid; BACKGROUND: #000000; OVERFLOW: auto; BORDER-LEFT: #993399 2px solid; WIDTH: 250px; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid; HEIGHT: 200px"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The little things guys do or say that mean they love you.&lt;br /&gt;As Valentine's Day approaches, for women, love is on the brain. In fact, in addition to thinking about love, many women are wondering why guys just aren't as into this holiday as they are. After all, don't men feel love?&lt;br /&gt;Does his lack of enthusiasm for the holiday of love mean he doesn't love you? Of course not. Here's why:&lt;br /&gt;According to the experts, love can make men feel "vulnerable, childlike and unable to do what's expected of them." This isn't true of all men, but you need to know the guy you're involved with and what love means to him. Has it been tough for him in the past? Does he have a hard time being vulnerable? None of this means he doesn't love you... he may just have a hard time showing it.We all know that in general, men are less communicative than women. They use words only when necessary for the most part and are very concerned with being accepted. Are women any different? Not really. But we express ourselves differently. Saying I love you may not be as big of a deal for a woman as it is for a man.&lt;br /&gt;One 30 something man told i-village, "When I say I love you, I feel like I'm taking my life in my hands and giving it to her. It's scary. I've got to really trust her and know she won't throw my love away in order to actually say the words to her."&lt;br /&gt;Others said "I love you" means "I'm offering a commitment. I'm going to be here to do things for you."&lt;br /&gt;And that's just it. For many men, love is expressed through action. On that note, the second way the experts say you can tell a man loves you is when he offers you tokens of affection.&lt;br /&gt;Now wait right there, no one said expensive gifts. In fact, tokens of affection needn't be candy, flowers, jewelry or anything that has a pricetag. For some men, giving their time to you is a gift according to one Relationship Therapist. That doesn't mean him sitting in front of the TV ignoring you counts, but it does mean that when he spends more time with you and less doing what he'd do if you weren't in the picture, he's showing his feelings for you. By choosing to be with you, he's saying he cares.&lt;br /&gt;Likewise, When your guy comforts you through a difficult time, does little things around your place, attends weddings, and the like with you or puts you first when he makes plans, the message is the same. He loves you. And he expects you to understand that to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Last, comes the confusing part. Physical affection is the way many men most easily express their feelings. Intimacy breaks down barriers and "provides a feeling of closeness that cannot be so easily obtained in any other manner" for some guys. Does that mean that just because he's sleeping with you, he loves you? Of course not. It's important to take notice of how much of his life a man shares with you. If he only comes by in the evenings and you don't know much about his friends, family and life, he's probably compartmentalizing and you're not a potential love partner for him. But if a man with whom you're intimate tells you that he loves you only when you're physical - and shows it at other times, it's nothing to be afraid of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I`m d0ne all mah w0rk foe Valentines Day&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; hopee yuu guysz like it. newaiisz sensya na ha&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; datsz all i kno..lolersz. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;.++EDiT 11:05++.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Mygoshness! 1 more h0ur, valentines day nah =( it sucksz if yuu cant share it wid sumwun yuu want. newaiisz, skul was boring as usual. we had 0ur quiz in history den t0mor0 sa cosmet0logy. dun feel liek studying. mah head hurtsz=/ and hes not online yet=( den, in religion we alredi did 0ur skit. maan, it was fun. den foe english have to read da buk and answer all da frigging questionsz. sucksz s0o bad. btw, thnksz &lt;strong&gt;nini.mobaber&lt;/strong&gt; foe da gift. i laarrbb&lt;br /&gt;it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/OOHHHYEEE.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/OOHHHYEEE.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 194px" height="256" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/320/OOHHHYEEE.small.jpg" width="438" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/OOHHHYEEE.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/OOHHHYEEE.small.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-113986755787183646?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/113986755787183646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=113986755787183646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113986755787183646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113986755787183646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/signs-he-cares-little-things-guys-do.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-113969199217471316</id><published>2006-02-11T15:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:38:22.560-06:00</updated><title type='text'>whooaa!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/1600/joy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2558/1199/200/joy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.++ediiit&lt;br /&gt;man! i unno how thing haloscan work. s0o confused=/ i mean bat wala paring comment thing? =/ grrr...newaiiz thnksz &lt;strong&gt;JEANN&lt;/strong&gt;E mah &lt;strong&gt;mobaber &lt;/strong&gt;foe da gift. I LOVE IT SOO MUCHO MUCHO. nagulat ako eh. lolersz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;special shout outs to mah mobaber gurlsz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- klaudeerrr/nini ;; Giselle/Kikay ;; Jeanne/Mrs. Artistic &amp;&amp;amp; Tea/Teapot. i love dem to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he jasz made mah night great&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as in&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; myg0shness.&lt;br /&gt;note to self: &lt;strong&gt;DON`T FALL EASiLY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;&amp;amp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; TAKE THiNGS SLOW&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is a HETEROGENOUS CONGLOMERATiON of ABSURDiTY CALCULATED to BAMBOOZLE da ANATOMY of iNDiViDUALS iNTOXiCATED by its iRRESiSTiBLE calling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="HaloScan Commenting and Trackback" href="http://www.haloscan.com/" rel="tag"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Haloscan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; commenting and trackback have been added to this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-113969199217471316?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/113969199217471316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=113969199217471316&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113969199217471316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113969199217471316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/whooaa.html' title='whooaa!'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-113943835503630147</id><published>2006-02-08T16:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:55:33.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Klaudine`s birthday +  VEXXED</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;im soo fuckingggg pissed&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; grrrr&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;^^&lt;/strong&gt; everything is soo screwed up. gossh, talkshieeetttt talaga&lt;em&gt;!!!!&lt;/em&gt; GRABEEE&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;++.ediiit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;okiee styll i`m haviin` vexxed. gosh, i unno wats wrong with ppol disz daiiz. i unno why dey can`t gt fucking life. i unno why dey keep talking l0tta shit. everything is &lt;strong&gt;BULLSHIT &lt;/strong&gt;maan. if i were yuu imma shut mah m0uth. u madafuckaaaa&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; aren`t yuu satisfied alredii&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; g0sshhh&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;iTS HARD TO TRUST NEWUN DiSZ DAiiSZ! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;+++.ediiit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;maan&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; mr. muraca is picking on me. i swear. first, he wants me t0 sing "Joy to the world" den he was liek "hey are yuu ok&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;" den i was styll l0oking at him caz i thot he was talking to chantelle. den he went to mah desk and he talked to me again. &lt;strong&gt;WTF&lt;/strong&gt;? then, he was asking wats mah background. blahblahblah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;buh itsz all gwed. i styll liek him. hes funny. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;afta skul, i went to Jem`s l0cker and devin was there laughing at me. he told meh dah Ricard0 is in hisz gym class. *&lt;em&gt;yiyiyi! &lt;/em&gt;den i told him imma rape Ricardo`s ass. LMAOOO..jem wanna come? LMAO.. u`ll rape devin and i`ll rape Ricardo;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just feel &lt;strong&gt;everything&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;nothing&lt;/strong&gt; all at once.Sometimes you'll find yourself smiling while missing something at the same time.At time you can absolutely love a person,all the while wanting to hate them.Life comes without &lt;strong&gt;guarantees&lt;/strong&gt;.Except that smiling will brighten your face,laughing will enhance your eyes,and falling in love will change your life forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;++++.ediiit AGAiN&lt;br /&gt;-HAPPY 15 BDAY KLAUDERRR! RAWR&lt;3 dayyyy =")&lt;/FONT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-113943835503630147?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113943835503630147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113943835503630147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/klaudines-birthday-vexxed.html' title='Klaudine`s birthday +  VEXXED'/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-113935844117711951</id><published>2006-02-07T18:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:41:00.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You learn to like someone when you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;find out what makes them laugh, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but you can never truly love someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;until you find out what makes them cry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is pretty b0ring. i alredi had quiz in Hist0ry. well, its okiee caz its pretty easy den cosmet0logy is b0ring too. we need to d0 da review b00klet foe chapter 1. yey&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; im d0ne. n0 h0mew0rk foe dah. den, religion was fun. i love dah class. i swear. u kno why&lt;em&gt;??&lt;/em&gt; caz its soo jokes and we ddn`t d0 nething. all we d0 is laugh, j0ke ar0und and st0ry telling. yupyup datsz whyy i lurve it. den lunch, &lt;em&gt;*ahem* *ahem*&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;PINK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!!&lt;/em&gt; lolersz. jeanne we need t0 c0ntinue our pink conversation=) bitin sya palagi eh&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; agree&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when you hurt me .. i still wanted you&lt;br /&gt;when you ignored me.. i still smiled at you&lt;br /&gt;when you were with another girl .. i was still happy for you&lt;br /&gt;and after all this time ... &lt;s&gt;i still love you&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bullet asked me, &lt;strong&gt;DO YOU STiLL LOVE HiM&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; YES OR NO&lt;em&gt;??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; at that m0ment i can`t answer his question and i asked mahself. mahal k0 ba cia&lt;em&gt;?&lt;/em&gt; or nagbubulagan lang ako&lt;em&gt;? *sigh* &lt;/em&gt;believe it 0r n0t. &lt;strong&gt;I DON`T. &lt;/strong&gt;habang tumatagal nawawala ung mga feelingsz dah i felt foe him. aftah all dah shit happened, i learned a lot of thingsz dah enhance mah knowledge and increase mah awareness in going to a relati0nship. plus, it als0 help me to bec0me a better pers0n.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;everything happensz foe a reason and foe its 0wn purpose&lt;/strong&gt;. h0wever, i styll dunn0 what da reason is. im styll l0oking foe da answersz foe mah questionsz. *&lt;em&gt;siiiiiigh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-113935844117711951?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113935844117711951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113935844117711951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-learn-to-like-someone-when-you.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-113927453019597849</id><published>2006-02-06T18:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:43:29.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*No Tears In My Eyes Left To Cry*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*No Pieces Of My Heart Left To Break*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Skul was fine. Bessy stayed foe 5th period t0 wait foe me. thnksz bessy=). Hist0ry is soo damn b0ring buh its all gwed caz da teacher seem soo nice. taz, C0smet0logy jasz did a short presentation with Ashley. hey, shes nice eh! she luk snob buh she aint. newaiiz, Religi0n was s00 j0kes as alwaiisz. Mr. Muraca let Chris to ran 0utside sa field foe 1 min. and 30 seconds. maan it was c0ld outside n he did it. gwed job chris (Y). Lunch was fun and we played 1,2,3 pass. haahaa..guysz we shud d0 it again tomoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every1 is familiar with &lt;strong&gt;Tyra Banks&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Gisele Bundchen&lt;/strong&gt;. ryt? gosh, dd yuu kno dat the five supermodels on the list earned a collective $38.2 million in just one year, according to Forbes' annual listing of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open('http://www.forbes.com/celebrities/?partner=msnedit','new_window','width=783, height=533, scrollbars=yes, resizable=yes');return false" href="http://www.forbes.com/celebrities/?partner=msnedit"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;World’s Most Powerful Celebrities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;. The world’s highest-paid model -- &lt;strong&gt;Gisele Bundchen, &lt;/strong&gt;she earned a gorgeous &lt;strong&gt;$15.2 million&lt;/strong&gt; in just 12 months. Then, &lt;strong&gt;Tyra Banks&lt;/strong&gt; earned $ 6 million. A thin waistline can add up to a thick wallet. At least it has for the world’s supermodels. These beautiful women have catwalked their way into the big time -- and the big bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The world's best-paid supermodels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Model/Age/2005 income&lt;br /&gt;Gisele Bundchen ;; 25 ;; $15.2 Million&lt;br /&gt;Heidi Klum ;; 32 ;; $7.5 million&lt;br /&gt;Tyra Banks ;; 32 ;; $6 million&lt;br /&gt;Kate Moss ;; 32 ;; $5 million&lt;br /&gt;Adriana Lima ;; 24 ;; $4.5 million&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-113927453019597849?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113927453019597849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113927453019597849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-tears-in-my-eyes-left-to-cryno.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-113908140819924381</id><published>2006-02-04T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:41:41.983-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It takes a lifetime to find a perfect L0VE and it only takes a moment to lose it forever... so if you love someone, show it now.. b'coz a lost today is a lost forever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i woke up earLy todayy&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; jazz feel liek it. newaiiz i jazz talk to Zikk while ago. he t0ld me dah song "&lt;strong&gt;infatuated&lt;/strong&gt;" is comming soon. ohh yee, btw datsz da lyricsz i made. i want to hear it soo bad. heehee. im excited can`t wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;R.I.P.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Coretta Scott King @ 78 years 0ld.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;my gosh. every0ne is c0nnected. kilala nia si ano and si ano kilala naman nia c ano. holy. wala ako masabi. SMALL WORLD...rytt??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-113908140819924381?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113908140819924381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113908140819924381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-takes-lifetime-to-find-perfect-l0ve.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21764691.post-113890849093136436</id><published>2006-02-02T13:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T15:41:57.926-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No one ever said love was going to be easy.Be prepared for heartbreaks and tears.Just remember love never comes without a little pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thnksz &lt;strong&gt;DiNDiN&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;!&lt;/em&gt; foe heLpiin` me=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st day of 2nd semester. da classes aint bad as i thought. actually i love it. History;;CosmetoLogy;;Religion;;Lunch;;English. hopefuLLy i can bring up mah marks disz sem. i have to. g0tta need to be &lt;strong&gt;FOCUS&lt;em&gt;nerd&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. s0o, un loooonnngg and tiring day. i ddnt see bessy today and jazz talk to her in da fone foe few minutes. imissyuuhun. also, i ddnt gt t0 talk to aldren sa fone todaii. &lt;em&gt;where is he?&lt;/em&gt; i miss dah dude.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gimiksz &lt;/strong&gt;namn un f0 sho&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Aeyon told me na wala na c Mr. WiLson. mahn imma miss him. i ddn`t kno dah hes moving 0tha skul. n i ddn`t even gt chance t0 say goodbye to him. * siiiigh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21764691-113890849093136436?l=miszjoycee.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/feeds/113890849093136436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21764691&amp;postID=113890849093136436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113890849093136436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21764691/posts/default/113890849093136436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://miszjoycee.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-one-ever-said-love-was-going-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>xOnLyFoRjOy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02487562797255494103</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i32.photobucket.com/albums/d43/m1sz5hawty/untouchable.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
