<?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-12415148</id><updated>2011-04-22T05:59:41.538+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Central B3 - LIGHT THE FIRE...</title><subtitle type='html'>CENTRAL B3 at the 23rd Seagames...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115957372205428853</id><published>2006-09-30T07:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T07:48:42.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bad Week&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Haay.. 1 week na akong malungkot, depressed at disappointed sa buong pailgid koh...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;nagsimula nung breakdown ko nung sabado..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;sobrang nakakahiya talaga!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;pressures ng pagiging ulila..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;pressures sa pag-aaral..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;si daddy ang daming expectations..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;kahit nagkaroon ng sectorcon hindi yun naging enough para mabawi yung lungkot ko..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;meron nanaman akong kaaway.. ugh..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;isang taong sumira sa tiwala ko..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;take note, yfc poh yung taong yun..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;nasabihan pa ako ng iba&amp;nbsp;na dapat ako mauna makipagbati..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;well.. ayoko nga kasi siya may kasalanan sakin..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;ang plastik talaga nung taeng un!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;peste siya!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;sobrang laki ng tiwala ko sa kanya!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;tapos gagayanin lang ako!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;wala siyang kwentang kaibigan!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;ano pa ba?...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;ummm...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;mga panibagong masakit na sikretong natuklasan ko..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;at maraming-marami pang masakit na bagay..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;hindi lang sa mga kaibigan,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;pati sa pamilya..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;bakit ba ang dami kong problema?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;~para sakin: smile ka nalang diane... 5 yrs nalang tapos na 'to lahat!~&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;LORD, HELP ME... T_T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115957372205428853?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115957372205428853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115957372205428853' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115957372205428853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115957372205428853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115957372205428853' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115857611059730780</id><published>2006-09-18T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T18:41:50.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE ACET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Naging busy ako dahil sa ACET..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ITO LANG ANG &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;MASASABI KO&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;ANG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ACET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt; AY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KNOWLEDGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;AND...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;90%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LUCK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Belated HAPPY BIRTHDAY PO KAY KEVIN ENRIQUEZ at VINCE CAMBA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115857611059730780?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115857611059730780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115857611059730780' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115857611059730780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115857611059730780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115857611059730780' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115806337645222845</id><published>2006-09-12T20:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:16:16.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Little Leroy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wala lang.. natuwa lang ako dito sa kwento.. Ang kulit nung bata!!! hehehehe...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Little Leroy came into the kitchen where his mother was making&lt;br /&gt;dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time&lt;br /&gt;to tell his mother what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;Mom, I want a bike for my&amp;nbsp; birthday.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little Leroy is a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into&lt;br /&gt;trouble at school and at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leroy's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike&lt;br /&gt;for his birthday. Little Leroy, of course, thought he did. Leroy's&lt;br /&gt;mother, being a Christian woman, wanted him to reflect on his &lt;br /&gt;behavior over the last year&amp;nbsp; and write a letter to God and tell him&lt;br /&gt;why he deserved a bike for his&amp;nbsp; birthday. Little Leroy&amp;nbsp; stomped up the&lt;br /&gt;steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike&lt;br /&gt;for&amp;nbsp; my birthday. I want a red one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Leroy T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this&lt;br /&gt;year,&amp;nbsp; so he tore up the letter&amp;nbsp; and started over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is your friend Leroy. I have been a pretty good boy this&lt;br /&gt;year, and&amp;nbsp; I would like a red bike&amp;nbsp; for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Leroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew this wasn't true either. He tore up the letter and&lt;br /&gt;started again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 3:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been an OK boy this year and I would really like a red bike&lt;br /&gt;for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;Leroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew he could not send this letter to God either, so he&lt;br /&gt;wrote&amp;nbsp; another letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 4:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I&lt;br /&gt;will be&amp;nbsp; a good boy if you just send&amp;nbsp; me a red bike for my birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you,&lt;br /&gt;Leroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get&lt;br /&gt;him a&amp;nbsp; bike. By now, Leroy was&amp;nbsp; very upset. He went downstairs and&lt;br /&gt;told his mother he wanted to go to church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy's Mother thought her plan had worked because Leroy looked&lt;br /&gt;very&amp;nbsp; sad. &amp;quot;Just be home in time for dinner,&amp;quot; his mother said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leroy walked down the street to the church and up to the altar. He&lt;br /&gt;looked around to see if anyone was there. He picked up a statue of the&lt;br /&gt;Virgin Mary. He slipped it under his shirt and ran out of the church,&lt;br /&gt;down the street, into his house, and up to his room. He&amp;nbsp; shut the door&lt;br /&gt;to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Leroy began&lt;br /&gt;to write his letter to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LETTER 5:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE GOT YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Signed,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; YOU KNOW WHO.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY PO KAY REVIN ENRIQUEZ!!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115806337645222845?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115806337645222845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115806337645222845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115806337645222845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115806337645222845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115806337645222845' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115797538653970489</id><published>2006-09-11T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T19:49:46.616+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hold tight the ones you love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;The father was kind of scared so he asked his little daughter, &amp;quot;Sweetheart, please hold my hand so that you don't fall into the river.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little girl said, &amp;quot;No, Dad. You hold my hand.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;What's the difference?&amp;quot; Asked the puzzled father. &amp;quot;There's a big difference,&amp;quot; replied the little girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;quot;If I hold your hand and something happens to me, chances are that I may let your hand go. But if you hold my hand, I know for sure that no matter what happens, you will never let my hand go.&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any relationship, the essence of trust is not in its bind, but in its bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;u&gt;hold the hand of the person whom you love&lt;/u&gt; rather than expecting them to hold yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story is too short..........but carries a lot of Feeling...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;&amp;nbsp;Just wanna say Happy Bday to Leizel Asilo!!!&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115797538653970489?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115797538653970489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115797538653970489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115797538653970489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115797538653970489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115797538653970489' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115781066890450771</id><published>2006-09-09T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:04:28.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;What God Says..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" cellspacing="3" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; width: 36%; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;YOU SAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; width: 36%; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;GOD SAYS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; width: 26%; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;BIBLE VERSES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;It's impossible&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;All things are possible&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(Luke 18:27)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I'm too tired&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I will give you rest &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(Matthew 11:28-30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;Nobody really loves me&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I love you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(John 3:16 &amp;amp; John 3:34 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I can't go on&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; My grace is sufficient &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(II Corinthians 12:9 &amp;amp; Psalm 91:15)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I can't figure things out&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I will direct your steps &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(Proverbs 3:5-6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I can't do it&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; You can do all things &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(Philippians 4:13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I'm not able&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I am able &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(II Corinthians 9:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&amp;quot;It's not worth it&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; It will be worth it &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(Roman 8:28 )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I can't forgive myself&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I Forgive you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(I John 1:9 &amp;amp; Romans 8:1)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I can't manage&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I will supply all your needs &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(Philippians 4:19)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I'm afraid&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I have not given you a spirit of fear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(II Timothy 1:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I'm always worried and frustrated&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; Cast all your cares on ME &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(I Peter 5:7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I'm not smart enough&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I give you wisdom &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(I Corinthians 1:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#008000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: green; font-family: Arial"&gt;You say:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &amp;quot;I feel all alone&amp;quot; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 12pt; color: red; font-family: Arial"&gt;God says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt; I will never leave you or forsake you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding-right: 0.75pt; padding-left: 0.75pt; padding-bottom: 0.75pt; padding-top: 0.75pt" valign="top"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-family: Arial"&gt;(Hebrews 13:5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115781066890450771?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115781066890450771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115781066890450771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115781066890450771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115781066890450771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115781066890450771' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115780951632273552</id><published>2006-09-09T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T21:45:16.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Mathematical Viewpoint..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;What Equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about achieving 101%?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;What equals 100% in life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Questions:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;If:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Is represented as:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Then:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;But,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;AND, look how far the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black; font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: red; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black; font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;of God will take you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: red; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;L&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: red; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: red; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: red; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt; E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;-O-F-G-O-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: teal; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you there, it's the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: red; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: black; font-family: Arial"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white; font-family: Verdana; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;of God that will put you over the top!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt; color: white"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115780951632273552?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115780951632273552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115780951632273552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115780951632273552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115780951632273552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115780951632273552' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115772120727690859</id><published>2006-09-08T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:13:27.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Vague&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;I really dunno why I'm sad today. Kahapon pa talaga yung feeling na toh.. Parang lahat ng bagay ang lungkot.. Kahit ang dami-daming bagay na dapat na ikatuwa ko, eto parin ako, malungkot.. Kagabi nasa mood ako mag-drawing.. Puro sad scenes naman drawings ko.. Hindi ko alam yung problema ko!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;May drawing pa nga akong nakalagay &amp;quot;vague smile.&amp;quot; Why? Feeling ko kasi ako yung drawing kong iyon. Laging nakangiti, nakatawa, nagpapatawa, makulit, pero ang totoo, umiiyak, nagtitimpi, tinatago yung tunay sama ng loob at hinanakit ko mula&amp;nbsp;sa mga tao gamit ng ngiti ko.. And they are easily deceived..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Bakit&amp;nbsp;&amp;quot;vague&amp;quot;? Kasi&amp;nbsp;sabi sakin ng teacher ko nung 2nd year,&amp;nbsp;ibig sabihin&amp;nbsp;daw ng vague&amp;nbsp;ay fake..&amp;nbsp;Sabi naman sa dictionary, unclear or&amp;nbsp;blurred&amp;nbsp;daw yun.. Whatever it means, I'm sure that it suits what I'm feeling right now.. Parang nasa isang &amp;quot;Vague World&amp;quot; ako, isang magulo, malabo at malungkot na&amp;nbsp;mundo.. At hindi ko pa alam ang problema ko!! Kaya lalo pang lumalala..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Hindi ko gusto toh.. Hindi masaya... SOBRANG LUNGKOT YUNG FEELING...&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nothing...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nothing...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nothing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115772120727690859?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115772120727690859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115772120727690859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115772120727690859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115772120727690859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115772120727690859' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115753944408848384</id><published>2006-09-06T18:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T18:44:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Ateneo Essay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;Wala lang.. heheh &lt;strong&gt;malapit na&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;ACET&lt;/strong&gt;.. Sobrang &lt;strong&gt;kinakabahan ako&lt;/strong&gt;.. Kaya wala tuloy akong mapost dito sa blog ko.. Kinakabahan talaga ako.. &lt;strong&gt;Gusto ko talaga sa Ateneo&lt;/strong&gt;.. Pls &lt;strong&gt;pray&lt;/strong&gt; po na makuha ko yung &lt;strong&gt;scholarship&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;strong&gt;mapasa&lt;/strong&gt; ko yung ACET.. Sa mga taong may time, &lt;strong&gt;pareview naman nung essay ko&lt;/strong&gt;.. Sana po magbigay kayo ng comment kung sa tingin niyo makakapasa toh.. Kahit support lang po.. It would really be a big thing for me.. Thanks...:)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are there any significant experiences you have had or accomplishments you have realized, that have helped to define you as a person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leaning On God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diane Famatigan &amp;ndash; ACET Essay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I was given almost everything I wanted when I was a child. Pretty clothes, toys, comic books, and a variety of pink items filled my room. I was in my comfort zone. Since I was such a brat that time, asking for money and just spending without thinking twice were the only things I knew. But all of these material things, the luxury, and the vague happiness I was enjoying were all suddenly taken from my grasp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In October 2002, my mom was diagnosed with a stage three of breast cancer. My allowance had to be cut and I had to stop buying things for my collection because we needed the money badly for my mom&amp;rsquo;s chemotherapy sessions. I remember how I used to reason out with my parents so I could still continue buying a very popular magazine. &amp;ldquo;Everyone else has a W.I.T.C.H. magazine! I&amp;rsquo;ll be left out!&amp;rdquo; I always tell them. I continued being a brat while my mom was having chemotherapy. After a few months, my mom recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We thought that the family crisis was all over. For the second time, my mom was again diagnosed with a stage three breast cancer in the early months of 2004. I was angry. Why did it have to happen again? I was forced to do chores and had to learn how to cook. At first, I was mad because I wasn&amp;rsquo;t used to working. But in time, I learned to love doing housework. Later on, my mom had again recovered. Thanks to the people who always prayed for her. Sad to say, willingly doing the chores was the only impact this experience gave me. My spoiled brat attitude remained and I was still collecting comic books. &amp;nbsp;It was the third time, when my mom, diagnosed with cancer, now on the fourth stage, changed my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; In 2003, I joined a religious organization called Youth for Christ. At first, it was really nothing to me. I felt that I should only join because my cousins are in it and almost all my relatives are in the Couples for Christ Ministries. In my first year in the YFC community, I rarely attend activities. I was &amp;ldquo;inactive&amp;rdquo;, as they call it. When I transferred to another school, my connection to YFC was cut and I never thought that one day I would be one of those who are &amp;ldquo;active&amp;rdquo;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It was the 26&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; of August last year, when one of my classmates was inviting me to go with her on a youth camp. When I looked at the letter, I recognized the name of my former youth head. That week, I was so down. My mom was in bed for a couple of days just crying. I needed a break from all of the depression I was experiencing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Missing the people in the community, I didn&amp;rsquo;t let the opportunity to pass. I decided to go with my friend to the camp. That afternoon, I felt that this was really meant to happen. It&amp;rsquo;s as if God&amp;rsquo;s calling that I would go to this camp. I told myself that something really good will happen when I go. After asking permission, I immediately packed my bags and returned to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We were fetched by a van and finally, we arrived at Antipolo. Since I was already a YFC member, they decided to put me in the service team to help run the camp. I was really empowered and I felt that all my problems were just a piece of cake. I just have to seek God and ask for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ever since that day, my passion to serve God suddenly rose. I found myself attending a lot of events, meeting new friends, finally stopped collecting comic books just to save money to attend events, unexpectedly becoming a youth head myself, evangelizing and inspiring other people without realizing it, and to top it all, I felt that I was loved by God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I now realize that in giving me all these blessings, strength, and all the empowerment I needed to face little problems in my life, God was only preparing me for bigger challenges. He gave me trials that He knows will test me and will make my faith stronger. Just this May, my mom died, exactly one week before my birthday. It was, and still is really hard for me, especially to adjust to the new situation of my family and to accept the new responsibilities that I have. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I asked myself, if God never let me join YFC, what would happen to me now? Would I be lost? Maybe, I couldn&amp;rsquo;t accept my mom&amp;rsquo;s death. Maybe, I was even blaming God for taking mom away. Truly, God is an awesome God! He loves me so much that He had it all planned. He knows that I wouldn&amp;rsquo;t make it if I had no one to lean on and He didn&amp;rsquo;t let that happen. He gave me strength to little by little, overcome the sadness I have. He used YFC as an instrument to help me now that I&amp;rsquo;m emotionally down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Today, I don&amp;rsquo;t consider mom&amp;rsquo;s illness and death a burden, but rather, a blessing because the crisis we had when she was still alive made our family strong and made me a more mature person. It even helped us to be closer to God. It made us trust, never loose hope and always believe in Him. I&amp;rsquo;m thankful because she is no longer suffering and is now happy with the Lord. Even if sometimes, thinking of her makes me sad, I still smile because I know that she is already in good hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After all the things that happened, all I can say is that when God entered my life, everything became different. A lot of things have changed and these helped me become the strong, brave and God-loving person that I am today. I will never forget what He has done and I will always keep in mind that He is always there, ready to lend a shoulder for me to lean on whenever I need it and that He will never leave my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="tahoma,arial,helvetica,sans-serif" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115753944408848384?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115753944408848384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115753944408848384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115753944408848384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115753944408848384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115753944408848384' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115712218874906820</id><published>2006-09-01T22:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:49:48.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SERBEI.. hekhek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;..anong gusto mong itawag sa iyo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- diane, ynne, isabel.. khi alin jan basta wag lng famaz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..anong oras ka natutulog sa gabi?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- 10pm&amp;nbsp;- 12am &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang nagpapasaya sa araw mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- My family, my friends, at ang YFC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..umiinom ka ba ng beer?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- EWW.. 100% PURE ang YFC conviction koh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..madali ka bang masaktan?.. &lt;br /&gt;---&amp;nbsp;minsan.. kaso madalas bato ako.. hekhek&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..paano ka nagpapapansin sa crush mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- crush.. wala aq nun.. la ako pnahon dun..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..mahal mo ba kaibigan mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- sympre...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ngpapaturn offs syo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- pag nilalait ung YFC..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..naranasan mo na bang magmahal ng isang tao na d ka mahal?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- hnd.. mhal ko lhat ng taong mabait.. as friends... and dey luv me too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..sa tingin mo ba meron kang secret admirer?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- no.. kung meron, bulag un!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..panu mo malalaman kung mahal mo na?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- mahal ko nga lahat ng taong mabait eh!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..close ka ba sa mommy mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- oo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..eh mga kapatid mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- sabihin na nating oo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang dialogue ng mommy mo kapag pinapagalitan ka?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- hnd nya q pnapagalitn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano nman ang isinasagot mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- wla...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang asar mo sa kapatid mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- &amp;quot;Baboy ka...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang ginagawa mo kung humihingi ka ng?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- gamit? s2bhin q n mganda ung gamit tapos s2bhin kong akin nlng... it olweiz work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano fave mong gawin kapag may freetym k?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- matulog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang gagawin mo kapag nkasalubong mo enemy mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- ..smile..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..masasabi mo bang kumpleto na ang buhay mo ngayon?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- oo.. GOD IS ENOUGH..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..masarap bang magmahal? bakit?.. --- Oo.. lalu n pg pgma2hal ni God ang sinishare mo... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..nasaktan ka na ba?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- yes.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..kung oo, ilang beses na at ano ang natutunan mo dito?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- well, sabihin na natin na kung di ka mahal, wala ka nang magagawa dun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..may nasaktan ka na ba.. &lt;br /&gt;--- oo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..anong ginagawa mo kapag nasasaktan ka?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- umiiyak.. tapos... pray..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..pano ka magselos?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- hnd aq ngse2los.. cnong pgse2losn ko?..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..sobra2 ka ba magmahal?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- pantay lng ang luv ko s mga pipol.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115712218874906820?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115712218874906820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115712218874906820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115712218874906820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115712218874906820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115712218874906820' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-115712216516836267</id><published>2006-09-01T22:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:49:25.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SERBEI.. hekhek&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;..anong gusto mong itawag sa iyo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- diane, ynne, isabel.. khi alin jan basta wag lng famaz&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..anong oras ka natutulog sa gabi?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- 10pm&amp;nbsp;- 12am &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang nagpapasaya sa araw mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- My family, my friends, at ang YFC!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..umiinom ka ba ng beer?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- EWW.. 100% PURE ang YFC conviction koh..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..madali ka bang masaktan?.. &lt;br /&gt;---&amp;nbsp;minsan.. kaso madalas bato ako.. hekhek&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..paano ka nagpapapansin sa crush mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- crush.. wala aq nun.. la ako pnahon dun..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..mahal mo ba kaibigan mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- sympre...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ngpapaturn offs syo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- pag nilalait ung YFC..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..naranasan mo na bang magmahal ng isang tao na d ka mahal?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- hnd.. mhal ko lhat ng taong mabait.. as friends... and dey luv me too..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..sa tingin mo ba meron kang secret admirer?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- no.. kung meron, bulag un!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..panu mo malalaman kung mahal mo na?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- mahal ko nga lahat ng taong mabait eh!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..close ka ba sa mommy mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- oo..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..eh mga kapatid mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- sabihin na nating oo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang dialogue ng mommy mo kapag pinapagalitan ka?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- hnd nya q pnapagalitn...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano nman ang isinasagot mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- wla...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang asar mo sa kapatid mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- &amp;quot;Baboy ka...&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang ginagawa mo kung humihingi ka ng?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- gamit? s2bhin q n mganda ung gamit tapos s2bhin kong akin nlng... it olweiz work...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano fave mong gawin kapag may freetym k?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- matulog...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..ano ang gagawin mo kapag nkasalubong mo enemy mo?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- ..smile..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..masasabi mo bang kumpleto na ang buhay mo ngayon?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- oo.. GOD IS ENOUGH..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..masarap bang magmahal? bakit?.. --- Oo.. lalu n pg pgma2hal ni God ang sinishare mo... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..nasaktan ka na ba?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- yes.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..kung oo, ilang beses na at ano ang natutunan mo dito?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- well, sabihin na natin na kung di ka mahal, wala ka nang magagawa dun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..may nasaktan ka na ba.. &lt;br /&gt;--- oo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..anong ginagawa mo kapag nasasaktan ka?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- umiiyak.. tapos... pray..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..pano ka magselos?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- hnd aq ngse2los.. cnong pgse2losn ko?..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;..sobra2 ka ba magmahal?.. &lt;br /&gt;--- pantay lng ang luv ko s mga pipol.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-115712216516836267?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/115712216516836267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=115712216516836267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115712216516836267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/115712216516836267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_09_01_archive.html#115712216516836267' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-114536390204172397</id><published>2006-04-18T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T20:38:22.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wala lang..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;A - Age: 15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B &amp;ndash; Birthday: May 15, 1990&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C - Crush: Li Syaoran XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D - Dessert of choice: CHOCOLATE cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E - Easiest person to talk to: Angeli&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F - Favorite song at the moment: Still by Hillsong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G - Gummy Bears or Gummy Worms: Of course gummy bears. XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H - Hometown: Quezon &amp;nbsp;City ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I - Instruments: Violin.. J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K - Kids: none&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L - Longest car/train ride ever: trip from Manila to Baguio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M - Money on your pocket: no pocket at the moment XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N - Number of siblings: 1 sister, 2 brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P - Phobia(s): Volleyballs, they&amp;rsquo;re cursed&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q - Favorite Expression: &amp;quot;Ooozzeh!...&amp;quot; XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R - Reason to smile: Knowing that God loves me&amp;hellip; J&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S - Song you sang last: Umm.. I Believe by Yolanda Adams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T - Time you wake up: 9AM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U - Unknown fact about me: Hmmm.. iyakin po aq... T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V - Vegetables you hate: ampalaya, okra, upo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;W - Worst habit: hmm.. secret.. :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X - X-rays you've had: many.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y - Yummy food: CHOCOLATE!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z - Zodiac sign: Taurus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: none...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: My post..&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: By Your Side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-114536390204172397?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/114536390204172397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=114536390204172397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114536390204172397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114536390204172397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114536390204172397' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-114499871906308770</id><published>2006-04-14T15:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T15:11:59.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nakakabagot!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Hay... nakakainip na sobra!!! gusto kong bakasyon pero ayaw kong wala akong pera!!! i need money!!! Plus, wala pa akong magawa dito sa bahay... Natapos ko na nga yung libro ni Nikhe eh... Oi! HP6 un!! 2 days ko lang binasa!! bwahahaha!!! sabi nila ang bilis ko daw... Sabi koh, mabagal pa nga yun eh yung isang friend ko 7 hrs lang binasa... ADIK!!! Pero isipin niyo ha, mahigit isang buwan na sakin yung libro. Ngayun ko lang binasa... Sobrang naging sudy kasi ako... Sunod-sunod talaga sched ko... (Prom, Ikot bayan, longtest, projects, exams, youth camp)..   Tapos ngayon, wala na akong ginagawa!!! nakakainis!!! miss na miss ko na sila!!! Mga KaYFC KO, Jaggerz, sila Kristal, Angeli, Peter... Kaso nagkalat na sila sa iba-ibang lugar.. May nagpuntang Davao (pumunta sa ILC.. Ang daya!!), May nasa Baguio, sa Tagaytay, May pupunta pang Japan!!! Oi!! pano na household natin!!! WAHHH!!! T_T Pero ok lang... Pupunta naman akong KALINGA LUZON!!! bwahahaha!!! kala niyo kayo lang may lakad ah!!! =P   Anyway, kaya nga naimbento ang blog para pagaksayahan ng oras.. Nagsusulat ng kung ano-ano tungkol sa nakakainip na buhay sa loob ng bahay.. Pinaplano ko na nga yung cluster website namin kasi wala akong magawa.. hmm... next week uumpisahan ko na..  hehehe... sinong mabait na magtuturo sakin ng FLASH??? Marunong kasi ako ng fireworks at dreamweaver.. Pero dahil ADIK ako, gusto ko din matuto ng Flash... wahahaha...   Nag sesave nga ako ng mga tutorials ngayon para gumaling pa ako!!! wahahaha!!! ADIK!! ADIK!! Mahal na mahal ko utak ko!! ang daming alam!! hehe.. pero pede rin akong makipagtrade sa mas matalino.. (joke lang) hehehe... Di naman ako matalino eh... ADIK lang ako sa computer... Sa computer programs ha... Hindi sa games... Bcoz I HATE DOTA!!! Pinapababa ng DOTA mga grade ng mga kabarkada ko!! at hindi umaatend ng activities mga kaYFC ko dahil sa DOTA!!! Pero dahil summer naman... Sige na.. Pwede n kayo mag DOTA!! basta aatend kayo ng household ah!!! lagot kayo pag hindi!!! grr...  Anu pa ba... umm... iniisip ko na nga umatend ng choir training para lang mgakaroon ng allowance eh.. Haayyy... Kelangan ko ng PERA!!! wala na kasi ako pang-load... mageexpire na load ko sa Monday.. eh tamang-tama next week na yung start ng practice... Makikita ko pa dun yun mga ibang kaYFC ko, ibang kaklase ko at si Erin... Ano sa tingin niyo? bahala na nga...   Sige.. hanggang dito nalang.. hahanap pa ako tutorials eh... byebye :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-114499871906308770?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/114499871906308770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=114499871906308770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114499871906308770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114499871906308770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114499871906308770' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-114360951699151884</id><published>2006-03-29T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:18:37.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lord, help me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;It's getting worse. I'm having a hard time. I'm trying my best to forgive and forget everything that &amp;quot;***&amp;quot; has done but I just find out more and more things to hate about that person... Jesus said &amp;quot;forgive your enemies.&amp;quot; It's not that easy. Lord, help me...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;table border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;h1 style="margin-bottom: 5px; font: bold 18px verdana" align="center"&gt;All For Love&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;h1 style="font: bold 14px verdana" align="center"&gt;by Hillsong United&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;pre style="font: 12px arial"&gt;All for love the Father gave For &lt;font color="#66ff66"&gt;only love could make a way&lt;/font&gt; All for love the heavens cried For &lt;font color="#66ff66"&gt;love was crucified&lt;/font&gt;  Oh &lt;font color="#66ff66"&gt;how many times have I broken Your heart&lt;/font&gt; But &lt;font color="#66ff66"&gt;still You forgive&lt;/font&gt; &lt;font color="#66ff66"&gt;If only I ask&lt;/font&gt; And how many times have You heard me pray Draw near to me  Everything I need is You My beginning, my forever Everything I need is You  Let me sing all for love I will join the angels song Ever holy is the Lord King of Glory King of all  All for a love a Saviour prayed Abba Father have Your way Though they know not what they do Let the Cross draw man to You&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;help me love that person... help me forget everything.. help me forgive...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-114360951699151884?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/114360951699151884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=114360951699151884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114360951699151884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114360951699151884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114360951699151884' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-114224960825589225</id><published>2006-03-13T19:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T19:33:28.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Magpatawad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bakit ganito? May galit akong nararamdaman sa puso ko. Galit na matagal ko nang tinimpi at tinago na akala ko na matagal nang nawala. Galit na pumipigil sa akin. Tila nawawalan na ako ng kalayaan dahil ang akala kong nilimot ko na ay patuloy parin palang sumasakop sa aking puso at lumalason sa aking isipan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Hindi ito dapat na nangyayari. Dahil alam ko na ang galit na ito ang sisira sa akin. At dahil di dito ay maaring malayo ang loob ko sa taong pinaka importante sa akin... Si Hesus. Dahil lang ba sa galit ko sa isang tao ay masisira ang relasyon ko sa Diyos? Parang lumalabas na napakababaw na dahilan ito.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;Ngunit ano nga ba ang sanhi ng galit kong ito? Oo, alam kong hindi naiiwasan ang mga pagtatalo dahil lahat ng tao ay iba. Ngunit ano bang meron ang taong ito? Bakit kahit ilang ulit naming subukang ayusin ang pakikisama namin sa isa't-isa ay parang walang nagbabago? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kapag nakikita ko siya ay hindi ko maiwasang maiinis. Marahil, ganito rin ang nararamdaman niya. Tuwing nagkikita kami ay gumagawa siya ng bagay na nakakasakit sa akin. At ako, ang hangal na ako, kahit alam kong mali ay ginagawa ko itong dahilan para makaganti sa kanya ng doble.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang masama pa dito ay hindi ako nagdadalawang-isip na gumanti dahil galit na galit ako sa kanya. Parang bigla nalang akong sinasapian ng kung ano at nagliliyab ang mga mata ko. Kaya patago ako tumira para hindi mahalata. Tapos, kapag napansin na niya at walang ibang nakapansin ay titira uli siya at sisiraan na ako. Siya naman ang nauna. Gagawa-gawa siya ng mga bagay na patagong nananakit sa iba at pag sa kanya naman nangyari ay babaliktarin niya ito at iba ang masisisi. Ayus raket niya noh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kahit hindi nila diretsahaang sinasabi ay alam ko na sa kaloob-looban nila ay sinisisi nila ako. Bakit hindi sila pantay manghusga? Oo, aminado ako na mali ang gumanti. Inaamin ko na mali ako. Ngunit bakit sa huli ang nasisisi lang ay ako?! May mali din naman siya diba? Ngunit bakit ako lang?! Lagi nalang ako! Ako! Ako! Puro nalang ako! Ako! Ako! Ang walang kamatayang ako! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sagutin ninyo ako. Masama bang magalit sa isang tao kung may dahilan naman ito? Hindi mo naman mapipigilan ang emosyon mo diba? Tama ba na manisi agad nang hindi mo alam ang mga nangyayari? Hindi ito magigiging patas para sa taong hinuhusgahan. Tama ba ang mag-imbento ng kwento para manira ng tao? Malaki ang mawawala sa taong siniraan. Lalo na ang dignidad ng taong iyon. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sa mga matiyagang bumasa ng sinulat kong ito ay tulungan ninyo ako. Ano ba ang dapat kong gawin? Sa dami ng kasalanan sa akin ng taong ito, &lt;strong&gt;karapat-dapat pa ba siyang patawarin?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/12415148-114224960825589225?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/114224960825589225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=114224960825589225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114224960825589225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114224960825589225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114224960825589225' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-114224660682252754</id><published>2006-03-13T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T18:43:28.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dapat Bang Magpatawad?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bakit ganito? May galit akong nararamdaman sa puso ko. Galit na matagal ko nang tinimpi at tinago na akala ko na matagal nang nawala. Galit na pumipigil sa akin. Tila nawawalan na ako ng kalayaan dahil ang akala kong nilimot ko na ay patuloy parin palang sumasakop sa aking puso at lumalason sa aking isipan.  Hindi ito dapat na nangyayari. Dahil alam ko na ang galit na ito ang sisira sa akin. At dahil di dito ay maaring malayo ang loob ko sa taong pinaka importante sa akin... Si Hesus. Dahil lang ba sa galit ko sa isang tao ay masisira ang relasyon ko sa Diyos? Parang lumalabas na napakababaw na dahilan ito.  Ngunit ano nga ba ang sanhi ng galit kong ito? Oo, alam kong hindi naiiwasan ang mga pagtatalo dahil lahat ng tao ay iba. Ngunit ano bang meron ang taong ito? Bakit kahit ilang ulit naming subukang ayusin ang pakikisama namin sa isa't-isa ay parang walang nagbabago?  Kapag nakikita ko siya ay hindi ko maiwasang maiinis. Marahil, ganito rin ang nararamdaman niya. Tuwing nagkikita kami ay gumagawa siya ng bagay na nakakasakit sa akin.  At ako, ang hangal na ako, kahit alam kong mali ay ginagawa ko itong dahilan para makaganti sa kanya ng doble.  Ang masama pa dito ay hindi ako nagdadalawang-isip na gumanti dahil galit na galit ako sa kanya. Parang bigla nalang akong sinasapian ng kung ano at nagliliyab ang mga mata ko. Kaya patago ako tumira para hindi mahalata.  Tapos, kapag napansdin niya at walang ibang nakapansin ay titira uli siya at sisiraan na ako. Siya naman ang nauna. Gagawa-gawa siya ng mga bagay na patagong nananakit sa iba at pag sa kanya naman nangyari ay babaliktarin niya ito at iba ang masisisi. Ayus raket niya noh?  Kahit hindi nila diretsahaang sinasabi ay alam ko na sa kaloob-looban nila ay sinisisi nila ako. Bakit hindi sila pantay manghusga? Oo, aminado ako na mali ang gumanti.  Inaamin ko na mali di ako. Ngunit bakit sa huli ang nasisisi lang ay ako?! May mali din naman siya diba? Ngunit bakit Ako?! Lagi nalang ako! Ako! Ako! Puro  nalang ako! Ako! Ako! Ang walang kamatayang ako!  Sagutin ninyo ako. Masama bang magalit sa isang tao kung may dahilan naman ito? Hindi mo naman mapipigilan ang emosyon mo diba? Tama ba na manisi agad nang hindi mo alam ang mga nangyayari? Hindi ito magigiging patas para sa taong hinuhusgahan. Tama ba ang mag-imbento ng kwento para manira ng tao? Malaki ang mawawala sa taong siniraan. Lalo na ang dignidad ng taong iyon.  Sa mga matiyagang bumasa ng sinulat kong ito ay tulungan ninyo ako. Ano ba ang dapat kong gawin? Sa dami ng kasalanan sa akin ng taong ito, karapat-dapat pa ba siyang patawarin?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-114224660682252754?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/114224660682252754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=114224660682252754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114224660682252754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114224660682252754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114224660682252754' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-114008534092093917</id><published>2006-02-16T18:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:22:21.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Winner's Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Hayy!!! sobrang pressures na ko sa Ikot Bayan!! Naiinis kadi ako kaya andito ako sa computer shop.. nag type ako ng article... sobrang nainspire ako!! parang nasa ganitong kalagayan ako ngayon eh.. kinuha ko to sa 1009% PURE magazine.. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;A Winner's Heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="justify"&gt;I have been in YFC for 10 years now, and what I am today I owe it all to this community. It really made the best person that I can be. Laki talaga ng influenced sa'kin ng YFC. Dami nabago sa'kin and I'm lucky because I have YFC on my side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="justify"&gt;Live strong as God is calling you to do. This is the answer that I got from God during the time that my faith for Him was really put to the test. I was at the point of quitting my service because of unexpected circumstances. But still God is so good that He did not let me walk on the wrong path. Instead, He picked me up and helped me realize that I shold not give up on Him as He did not give up on me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="justify"&gt;A few weeks ago, I had a loser's heart, but he made me see that I should have a winner's heart. I was asked to be a speaker for the talk, &amp;ldquo;a heart of a winner.&amp;rdquo; It made me realize that I should move on and not to dwell on the past. Galing lang talaga kasi from the time that I feel down, God reall makes a way to make things possible, to make it work. May God always bless people whose hearts have the thirst and desire to serve Him and give their all for His greater glory.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in" align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brian Rose Lim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: ala...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: 100% pure article&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: ala...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-114008534092093917?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/114008534092093917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=114008534092093917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114008534092093917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/114008534092093917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114008534092093917' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-113759437793206995</id><published>2006-01-18T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:26:17.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YFC Discovery Camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;It's been ages after the discovery camp... I was supposed to write this entry&amp;nbsp;a week&amp;nbsp;ago but I just got a little tired and busy... but I still got the fresh fire in my heart and a lot of memories to treasure...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Soo... here's what happened...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;1st day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;I wasn't finished packing my stuff when Kate said we'd have to be in 7/11 at exactly 5p.m. So I told her I can't make it. When I arrived, the first person I saw was kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o... and it's already 5:30... And the call time in Arkong Bato was also 5:30... And Kate still hasn't arrived... When we were complete, kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o invited us to eat in KFC... And we all agreed... It was already past 6 that time... &amp;quot;Pasaway talaga B3.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So... after having dinner at KFC, we headed strait to Arko... The first person I saw was Renz, a friend from LSM. I was really surprised because he isn't part of the LSM core... but he was the only one available so he was there... After a while my partner arrived. We had a little fight the last household so I was a bit angry at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;(Well actually, he didn't know I was angry... After the household, I told Chorie about it. Even Kate doesn&amp;rsquo;t know... But I didn't want to tell Chorie the reason I was angry... So she asked Kate... But since she didn't know about it, she asked me... I also didn't want to tell her so she asked Nikhe (my partner)&amp;nbsp;and that's why he found out that I was angry. ~END~)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So when he arrived, I pretended that I didn't see him... But of course he knew I was pretending not to see him... I HATE HIM!!! THAT TIME!!!... He wanted to befriend me but I ignored him...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;We were given a foster family to take care of us during our stay. We were also assigned to a buddy from another cluster. Mine was ate Donnalyn from B5. I like her because we're both makulet and mejo pasaway ^_^ We both stayed at Tita Lita's house. Tita Lita, is a member of Handmaids of the Lord, which is also a part of the CFC community. Her husband's name is Tito Bobby, and she has six children namely, Jeric, Jeffrey, Diana, Danica, Jovet and Elizabeth... (Gosh!!!&amp;nbsp;I can't believe&amp;nbsp;I still remember them...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So... after we've met our buddies and foster families, we had Talk 1 (details can't be discussed.. secret kasi un eh... para m surprise ung mga mag didiscovery camp sa future...) Talk 1 ended and I still hate my partner.&amp;nbsp; A lot of people suggested that I SHOULD FORGIVE HIM... but I didn't want to. We left the session hall and went back to our foster families. They told us that our call time the next day was 5:30 a.m. for morning worship...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Ate Donna and I woke up at 5. We drank Milo to warm our tummies and had&amp;nbsp;a little chat with Tita before going to the session hall for the worship. When we woke up, it was really, really, really cold. You don't need an air conditioner to feel comfortable during the night. I didn't know that there was still a Baguio-like place in the middle of the city.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;When I saw my partner there, he was one of the early birds who got there before the call time, I turned around and told ate Donna there are just a few people there so let's go back and hang-out with Tita again. I know it's a bit OA but you see, I hate my partner that time.&amp;nbsp;So you can't blame me. And my partner saw me do it. He saw me turn around, looking irritated when the first thing I saw that morning was his face... It must have hurt him a lot... But I DON'T CARE... because I hate him that time... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;When the music started, we returned to the session hall, even if my partner's there, and had the opening worship. We were given time to have breakfast and do our stuff until 8 a.m. after that. Ate Donna had classes so she had to log out of the camp and return in the afternoon. So... I was left behind...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Since, I had nothing to do and it's still early, I had a little tour in the village. I went to House 1, where the participants without foster families stayed. That includes my partner... BWAHAHAHA!!! They were given families later that afternoon. Anyway, I saw where my partner slept, it was a bunch of illustration boards with a cover on top. I stared at it and pitied my partner. I slept in a comfy bed with pillows, and he, on a bunch of cartons with the pillow I gave him for Christmas. If I had forgiven him, he would have slept on a better place because I would have lent him my sleeping bag...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Well, we can't do anything about that. coz past... is past... It was still early but I already went back to the session hall. I saw Nikhe, Renz and the house 1 people having breakfast. Just to tease Nikhe, I greeted Renz but didn't greet him. I think he was already irritated that time. After a while of talking to Renz &amp;quot;only&amp;quot;... I told Nikhe that I'm sorry for the way I acted and promised that when I have a problem with him, I'll tell him immediately. He looked happier after that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;After Talk2, Talk3, and discussion groups, we had workshops. Can you imagine that I singed up for GAG!? Oh My Gosh!! I thought that it&amp;nbsp;was totally a huge mistake at first but it was fun. It turned out to be the best presentation during the In-Night... Before the In-Night, we had Talk4 which was about Love (o yan ha!! nagbigay na ako ng isa...)... The brothers had a special number where in they gave all the sisters one rose each. I think it was really sweet and thoughtful. And that ends our 2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3rd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;On the second day, I felt that my camp wasn't that successful because I didn't cry on the first 4 talks. But I was wrong... God was just preparing me for one GREAT session. Talk5 was AWSOME!!! Umpisa palang, pamatay na!!! Sabi ni kuya EJ &amp;quot;yung iba, pumunta dito, may katampuhan, may kaaway...&amp;quot; OH!! diba?!! Sobrang tinamaan ako!!! And I cried at the last part... All of us did... After that we just enjoyed and thanked God because He made us re-discover ourselves. And that's the end of our discovery camp. I will never forget such a great experience....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-113759437793206995?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/113759437793206995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=113759437793206995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759437793206995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759437793206995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113759437793206995' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-113759395806905839</id><published>2006-01-18T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:19:18.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YFC Discovery Camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;It's been ages after the discovery camp... I was supposed to write this entry&amp;nbsp;a week&amp;nbsp;ago but I just got a little tired and busy... but I still got the fresh fire in my heart and a lot of memories to treasure...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Soo... here's what happened...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;1st day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;I wasn't finished packing my stuff when Kate said we'd have to be in 7/11 at exactly 5p.m. So I told her I can't make it. When I arrived, the first person I saw was kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o... and it's already 5:30... And the call time in Arkong Bato was also 5:30... And Kate still hasn't arrived... When we were complete, kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o invited us to eat in KFC... And we all agreed... It was already past 6 that time... &amp;quot;Pasaway talaga B3.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So... after having dinner at KFC, we headed strait to Arko... The first person I saw was Renz, a friend from LSM. I was really surprised because he isn't part of the LSM core... but he was the only one available so he was there... After a while my partner arrived. We had a little fight the last household so I was a bit angry at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;(Well actually, he didn't know I was angry... After the household, I told Chorie about it. Even Kate doesn&amp;rsquo;t know... But I didn't want to tell Chorie the reason I was angry... So she asked Kate... But since she didn't know about it, she asked me... I also didn't want to tell her so she asked Nikhe (my partner)&amp;nbsp;and that's why he found out that I was angry. ~END~)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So when he arrived, I pretended that I didn't see him... But of course he knew I was pretending not to see him... I HATE HIM!!! THAT TIME!!!... He wanted to befriend me but I ignored him...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;We were given a foster family to take care of us during our stay. We were also assigned to a buddy from another cluster. Mine was ate Donnalyn from B5. I like her because we're both makulet and mejo pasaway ^_^ We both stayed at Tita Lita's house. Tita Lita, is a member of Handmaids of the Lord, which is also a part of the CFC community. Her husband's name is Tito Bobby, and she has six children namely, Jeric, Jeffrey, Diana, Danica, Jovet and Elizabeth... (Gosh!!!&amp;nbsp;I can't believe&amp;nbsp;I still remember them...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So... after we've met our buddies and foster families, we had Talk 1 (details can't be discussed.. secret kasi un eh... para m surprise ung mga mag didiscovery camp sa future...) Talk 1 ended and I still hate my partner.&amp;nbsp; A lot of people suggested that I SHOULD FORGIVE HIM... but I didn't want to. We left the session hall and went back to our foster families. They told us that our call time the next day was 5:30 a.m. for morning worship...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Ate Donna and I woke up at 5. We drank Milo to warm our tummies and had&amp;nbsp;a little chat with Tita before going to the session hall for the worship. When we woke up, it was really, really, really cold. You don't need an air conditioner to feel comfortable during the night. I didn't know that there was still a Baguio-like place in the middle of the city.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;When I saw my partner there, he was one of the early birds who got there before the call time, I turned around and told ate Donna there are just a few people there so let's go back and hang-out with Tita again. I know it's a bit OA but you see, I hate my partner that time.&amp;nbsp;So you can't blame me. And my partner saw me do it. He saw me turn around, looking irritated when the first thing I saw that morning was his face... It must have hurt him a lot... But I DON'T CARE... because I hate him that time... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;When the music started, we returned to the session hall, even if my partner's there, and had the opening worship. We were given time to have breakfast and do our stuff until 8 a.m. after that. Ate Donna had classes so she had to log out of the camp and return in the afternoon. So... I was left behind...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Since, I had nothing to do and it's still early, I had a little tour in the village. I went to House 1, where the participants without foster families stayed. That includes my partner... BWAHAHAHA!!! They were given families later that afternoon. Anyway, I saw where my partner slept, it was a bunch of illustration boards with a cover on top. I stared at it and pitied my partner. I slept in a comfy bed with pillows, and he, on a bunch of cartons with the pillow I gave him for Christmas. If I had forgiven him, he would have slept on a better place because I would have lent him my sleeping bag...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Well, we can't do anything about that. coz past... is past... It was still early but I already went back to the session hall. I saw Nikhe, Renz and the house 1 people having breakfast. Just to tease Nikhe, I greeted Renz but didn't greet him. I think he was already irritated that time. After a while of talking to Renz &amp;quot;only&amp;quot;... I told Nikhe that I'm sorry for the way I acted and promised that when I have a problem with him, I'll tell him immediately. He looked happier after that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;After Talk2, Talk3, and discussion groups, we had workshops. Can you imagine that I singed up for GAG!? Oh My Gosh!! I thought that it&amp;nbsp;was totally a huge mistake at first but it was fun. It turned out to be the best presentation during the In-Night... Before the In-Night, we had Talk4 which was about Love (o yan ha!! nagbigay na ako ng isa...)... The brothers had a special number where in they gave all the sisters one rose each. I think it was really sweet and thoughtful. And that ends our 2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3rd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;On the second day, I felt that my camp wasn't that successful because I didn't cry on the first 4 talks. I was wrong God was just preparing me for one awesome session. Talk5 was awesome!!! Umpisa palang, pamatay na!!! Sabi ni kuya EJ &amp;quot;yung iba, pumunta dito, may katampuhan, may kaaway...&amp;quot; OH!! diba?!! Sobrang tinamaan ako!!! And I cried at the last part... All of us did... After that we just enjoyed and thanked God because He made us re-discover ourselves. And that's the end of our discovery camp. I will never forget such a great experience....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-113759395806905839?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/113759395806905839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=113759395806905839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759395806905839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759395806905839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113759395806905839' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-113759391422271109</id><published>2006-01-18T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:18:34.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YFC Discovery Camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;It's been ages after the discovery camp... I was supposed to write this entry&amp;nbsp;a week&amp;nbsp;ago but I just got a little tired and busy... but I still got the fresh fire in my heart and a lot of memories to treasure...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Soo... here's what happened...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;1st day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;I wasn't finished packing my stuff when Kate said we'd have to be in 7/11 at exactly 5p.m. So I told her I can't make it. When I arrived, the first person I saw was kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o... and it's already 5:30... And the call time in Arkong Bato was also 5:30... And Kate still hasn't arrived... When we were complete, kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o invited us to eat in KFC... And we all agreed... It was already past 6 that time... &amp;quot;Pasaway talaga B3.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So... after having dinner at KFC, we headed strait to Arko... The first person I saw was Renz, a friend from LSM. I was really surprised because he isn't part of the LSM core... but he was the only one available so he was there... After a while my partner arrived. We had a little fight the last household so I was a bit angry at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;(Well actually, he didn't know I was angry... After the household, I told Chorie about it. Even Kate doesn&amp;rsquo;t know... But I didn't want to tell Chorie the reason I was angry... So she asked Kate... But since she didn't know about it, she asked me... I also didn't want to tell her so she asked Nikhe (my partner)&amp;nbsp;and that's why he found out that I was angry. ~END~)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So when he arrived, I pretended that I didn't see him... But of course he knew I was pretending not to see him... I HATE HIM!!! THAT TIME!!!... He wanted to befriend me but I ignored him...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;We were given a foster family to take care of us during our stay. We were also assigned to a buddy from another cluster. Mine was ate Donnalyn from B5. I like her because we're both makulet and mejo pasaway ^_^ We both stayed at Tita Lita's house. Tita Lita, is a member of Handmaids of the Lord, which is also a part of the CFC community. Her husband's name is Tito Bobby, and she has six children namely, Jeric, Jeffrey, Diana, Danica, Jovet and Elizabeth... (Gosh!!!&amp;nbsp;I can't believe&amp;nbsp;I still remember them...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;So... after we've met our buddies and foster families, we had Talk 1 (details can't be discussed.. secret kasi un eh... para m surprise ung mga mag didiscovery camp sa future...) Talk 1 ended and I still hate my partner.&amp;nbsp; A lot of people suggested that I SHOULD FORGIVE HIM... but I didn't want to. We left the session hall and went back to our foster families. They told us that our call time the next day was 5:30 a.m. for morning worship...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Ate Donna and I woke up at 5. We drank Milo to warm our tummies and had&amp;nbsp;a little chat with Tita before going to the session hall for the worship. When we woke up, it was really, really, really cold. You don't need an air conditioner to feel comfortable during the night. I didn't know that there was still a Baguio-like place in the middle of the city.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;When I saw my partner there, he was one of the early birds who got there before the call time, I turned around and told ate Donna there are just a few people there so let's go back and hang-out with Tita again. I know it's a bit OA but you see, I hate my partner that time.&amp;nbsp;So you can't blame me. And my partner saw me do it. He saw me turn around, looking irritated when the first thing I saw that morning was his face... It must have hurt him a lot... But I DON'T CARE... because I hate him that time... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;When the music started, we returned to the session hall, even if my partner's there, and had the opening worship. We were given time to have breakfast and do our stuff until 8 a.m. after that. Ate Donna had classes so she had to log out of the camp and return in the afternoon. So... I was left behind...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Since, I had nothing to do and it's still early, I had a little tour in the village. I went to House 1, where the participants without foster families stayed. That includes my partner... BWAHAHAHA!!! They were given families later that afternoon. Anyway, I saw where my partner slept, it was a bunch of illustration boards with a cover on top. I stared at it and pitied my partner. I slept in a comfy bed with pillows, and he, on a bunch of cartons with the pillow I gave him for Christmas. If I had forgiven him, he would have slept on a better place because I would have lent him my sleeping bag...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;Well, we can't do anything about that. coz past... is past... It was still early but I already went back to the session hall. I saw Nikhe, Renz and the house 1 people having breakfast. Just to tease Nikhe, I greeted Renz but didn't greet him. I think he was already irritated that time. After a while of talking to Renz &amp;quot;only&amp;quot;... I told Nikhe that I'm sorry for the way I acted and promised that when I have a problem with him, I'll tell him immediately. He looked happier after that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;After Talk2, Talk3, and discussion groups, we had workshops. Can you imagine that I singed up for GAG!? Oh My Gosh!! I thought that it&amp;nbsp;was totally a huge mistake at first but it was fun. It turned out to be the best presentation during the In-Night... Before the In-Night, we had Talk4 which was about Love (o yan ha!! nagbigay na ako ng isa...)... The brothers had a special number where in they gave all the sisters one rose each. I think it was really sweet and thoughtful. And that ends our 2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3rd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;On the second day, I felt that my camp wasn't that successful because I didn't cry on the first 4 talks. I was wrong God was just preparing me for one awesome session. Talk5 was awesome!!! Umpisa palang, pamatay na!!! Sabi ni kuya EJ &amp;quot;yung iba, pumunta dito, may katampuhan, may kaaway...&amp;quot; OH!! diba?!! Sobrang tinamaan ako!!! And I cried at the last part... All of us did... After that we just enjoyed and thanked God because He made us re-discover ourselves. And that's the end of our discovery camp. I will never forget such a great experience....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2" /&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="verdana,geneva" size="2" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-113759391422271109?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/113759391422271109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=113759391422271109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759391422271109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759391422271109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113759391422271109' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-113759362109404218</id><published>2006-01-18T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:13:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YFC Discovery Camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;It's been ages after the discovery camp... I was supposed to write this entry&amp;nbsp;a week&amp;nbsp;ago but I just got a little tired and busy... but I still got the fresh fire in my heart and a lot of memories to treasure...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Soo... here's what happened...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;1st day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;I wasn't finished packing my stuff when Kate said we'd have to be in 7/11 at exactly 5p.m. So I told her I can't make it. When I arrived, the first person I saw was kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o... and it's already 5:30... And the call time in Arkong Bato was also 5:30... And Kate still hasn't arrived... When we were complete, kuya Ni&amp;ntilde;o invited us to eat in KFC... And we all agreed... It was already past 6 that time... &amp;quot;Pasaway talaga B3.&amp;quot;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So... after having dinner at KFC, we headed strait to Arko... The first person I saw was Renz, a friend from LSM. I was really surprised because he isn't part of the LSM core... but he was the only one available so he was there... After a while my partner arrived. We had a little fight the last household so I was a bit angry at him.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;(Well actually, he didn't know I was angry... After the household, I told Chorie about it. Even Kate doesn&amp;rsquo;t know... But I didn't want to tell Chorie the reason I was angry... So she asked Kate... But since she didn't know about it, she asked me... I also didn't want to tell her so she asked Nikhe (my partner)&amp;nbsp;and that's why he found out that I was angry. ~END~)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So when he arrived, I pretended that I didn't see him... But of course he knew I was pretending not to see him... I HATE HIM!!! THAT TIME!!!... He wanted to befriend me but I ignored him...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;We were given a foster family to take care of us during our stay. We were also assigned to a buddy from another cluster. Mine was ate Donnalyn from B5. I like her because we're both makulet and mejo pasaway ^_^ We both stayed at Tita Lita's house. Tita Lita, is a member of Handmaids of the Lord, which is also a part of the CFC community. Her husband's name is Tito Bobby, and she has six children namely, Jeric, Jeffrey, Diana, Danica, Jovet and Elizabeth... (Gosh!!!&amp;nbsp;I can't believe&amp;nbsp;I still remember them...)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;So... after we've met our buddies and foster families, we had Talk 1 (details can't be discussed.. secret kasi un eh... para m surprise ung mga mag didiscovery camp sa future...) Talk 1 ended and I still hate my partner.&amp;nbsp; A lot of people suggested that I SHOULD FORGIVE HIM... but I didn't want to. We left the session hall and went back to our foster families. They told us that our call time the next day was 5:30 a.m. for morning worship...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Ate Donna and I woke up at 5. We drank Milo to warm our tummies and had&amp;nbsp;a little chat with Tita before going to the session hall for the worship. When we woke up, it was really, really, really cold. You don't need an air conditioner to feel comfortable during the night. I didn't know that there was still a Baguio-like place in the middle of the city.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;When I saw my partner there, he was one of the early birds who got there before the call time, I turned around and told ate Donna there are just a few people there so let's go back and hang-out with Tita again. I know it's a bit OA but you see, I hate my partner that time.&amp;nbsp;So you can't blame me. And my partner saw me do it. He saw me turn around, looking irritated when the first thing I saw that morning was his face... It must have hurt him a lot... But I DON'T CARE... because I hate him that time... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;When the music started, we returned to the session hall, even if my partner's there, and had the opening worship. We were given time to have breakfast and do our stuff until 8 a.m. after that. Ate Donna had classes so she had to log out of the camp and return in the afternoon. So... I was left behind...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Since, I had nothing to do and it's still early, I had a little tour in the village. I went to House 1, where the participants without foster families stayed. That includes my partner... BWAHAHAHA!!! They were given families later that afternoon. Anyway, I saw where my partner slept, it was a bunch of illustration boards with a cover on top. I stared at it and pitied my partner. I slept in a comfy bed with pillows, and he, on a bunch of cartons with the pillow I gave him for Christmas. If I had forgiven him, he would have slept on a better place because I would have lent him my sleeping bag...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;Well, we can't do anything about that. coz past... is past... It was still early but I already went back to the session hall. I saw Nikhe, Renz and the house 1 people having breakfast. Just to tease Nikhe, I greeted Renz but didn't greet him. I think he was already irritated that time. After a while of talking to Renz &amp;quot;only&amp;quot;... I told Nikhe that I'm sorry for the way I acted and promised that when I have a problem with him, I'll tell him immediately. He looked happier after that.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;After Talk2, Talk3, and discussion groups, we had workshops. Can you imagine that I singed up for GAG!? Oh My Gosh!! I thought that it&amp;nbsp;was totally a huge mistake at first but it was fun. It turned out to be the best presentation during the In-Night... Before the In-Night, we had Talk4 which was about Love (o yan ha!! nagbigay na ako ng isa...)... The brothers had a special number where in they gave all the sisters one rose each. I think it was really sweet and thoughtful. And that ends our 2nd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;3rd day...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify" align="justify"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;On the second day, I felt that my camp wasn't that successful because I didn't cry on the first 4 talks. I was wrong God was just preparing me for one awesome session. Talk5 was awesome!!! Umpisa palang, pamatay na!!! Sabi ni kuya EJ &amp;quot;yung iba, pumunta dito, may katampuhan, may kaaway...&amp;quot; OH!! diba?!! Sobrang tinamaan ako!!! And I cried at the last part... All of us did... After that we just enjoyed and thanked God because He made us re-discover ourselves. And that's the end of our discovery camp. I will never forget such a great experience....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-113759362109404218?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/113759362109404218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=113759362109404218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759362109404218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113759362109404218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113759362109404218' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-113620362271292621</id><published>2006-01-02T20:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T20:07:02.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YFC Discovery Camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img title="pic namin nung seagames..." height="213" alt="pic namin nung seagames..." src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y206/d_famatigan/seagames.jpg" width="265" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well..... I'm a little disappointed today because i just found out that the discovery camp was just for chapter heads and up... &lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/ashamed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really, really, really miss the others... It's just me, kate, nikhe and tin again... no other lsm people... maybe just a few... vince and some other officers but... we're not that close... i wonder what the others have been up too... i always send them texts but they don't reply even if they have unlimited loads....&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/irate.gif" border="0" /&gt; grrrr..... but the good thing is... I'm finally going to meet the other chapter heads...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/approve.gif" border="0" /&gt; even if i've been a yfc member for a long time, i was inactive... i'm just a newbie when it comes to service...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt; i know i've promised kate not to complain about my service, i can't help it... i still try though...&amp;nbsp;and i still&amp;nbsp;threaten my partner that i'll leave him and transfer to another chapter... it's really funny when you see him react... but i was just joking...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/slaphappy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that's enough... bottom line is... i miss them.... A LOT!!!!...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: what women want...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: rereading hp4...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nothing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-113620362271292621?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/113620362271292621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=113620362271292621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113620362271292621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113620362271292621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113620362271292621' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-113619057772454097</id><published>2006-01-02T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T16:29:37.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;YFC Discovery Camp...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Well..... I'm a little disappointed today because i just found out that the discovery camp was just for chapter heads and up... &lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/ashamed.gif" border="0" /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I really, really, really miss the others... It's just me, kate, nikhe and tin again... no other lsm people... maybe just a few... vince and some other officers but... we're not that close... i wonder what the others have been up too... i always send them texts but they don't reply even if they have unlimited loads....&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/irate.gif" border="0" /&gt; grrrr..... but the good thing is... I'm finally going to meet the other chapter heads...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/approve.gif" border="0" /&gt; even if i've been a yfc member for a long time, i was inactive... i'm just a newbie when it comes to service...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt; i know i've promised kate not to complain about my service, i can't help it... i still try though...&amp;nbsp;and i still&amp;nbsp;threaten my partner that i'll leave him and transfer to another chapter... it's really funny when you see him react... but i was just joking...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/slaphappy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;that's enough... bottom line is... i miss them.... A LOT!!!!...&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: what women want...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: rereading hp4...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nothing...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-113619057772454097?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/113619057772454097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=113619057772454097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113619057772454097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113619057772454097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113619057772454097' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-113559091817116303</id><published>2005-12-26T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:55:19.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ALL FOR GOD!!! (4 yfc and non-yfc members)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;GOD IS GOOD!!! ALL THE TIME!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I JUST FEEL VERY GOOD TODAY COZ OF A PROBLEM I JUST SOLVED...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;PARA TOH S MGA&lt;font size="+0"&gt; YFC N D N NAGSE2RVE&lt;/font&gt;... ANG SARAP NG BUHAY NIO AH...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;sinulat ko toh sa email... para sa sector head koh... pero naicip koh n kelangan din to ng ibang tao... :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Feel free to read it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hi ate Karla&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;La lng.. 3p ko lng mg email sau kz filing q sobrang enlightnd me ngaun araw n toh coz nkatxt q cuzn q n dati chaptr hed s North C 3&amp;hellip; Lam m nmn n dlawa service q ngaun and I was plning 2 quit s com based para mkaconsntr8 me s HSB&amp;hellip; kso filing q re2gret q ung ga2win q kya I talked 2 my cuz&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Diane &amp;ndash; Green &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Erika - Red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Hi ate Kane!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ey Diane, musta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Okei lng&amp;hellip; May ta2nong ako sau&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ok, about wat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Pano kung ngda2lwng icip k mg quit s service kz alm m n re2gret m un pgkatpos?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Bkt mg qquit k b? Bkt nmn?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kz mhirp mg chpter hed, eh un&amp;hellip; inalok me n mg chpter hed&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;U knw wat diane, u shud ans d col. M very hapy 4 u, u pray 4 it. I knw dt means mor respnsbility pero dt serves as a chaleng 4 u. I knw ul b a gud head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Eh inalok dn me n mg senior sis s HS based..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;U hav 2 chus kng san s palagay mo kaw mggng effective na evangelist&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;S tingn q, mas kelangan aq s com based kz nghi2na un ngaun.. Pero ayaw q nmn iwan HSB kz dun me ngcmula&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;F im d 1 hul dcide dun ako kng san mas kelangan, jz lyk wt hpnd 2 me b4.. s Odiongan (Romblon) me ngaling pero s North C3 ako nagserve&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Sbi ng sector hed q.. Pede dw q mg chpter hed bsta wg q pbyaan ung HS.. pede nmn dw 2 ung service.. bgo establish kz ung yfc s skul kya nnga2pa p kmi.. ala mngya2ri kz puro inactv ung members&amp;hellip; Eh ganun dn s chpter q.. ngkroon ng away b4 kya ngkagulo&amp;hellip; cnusbkan n nmn ayusn ngaun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Un nmn pla, u cn continue srvin s ibang units khit hed k n&amp;hellip; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Cge&amp;hellip; tnx s mga advice m ate&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Ur welcum&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Kung sakali d m lam&amp;hellip; by accident lng me nging chap hed&amp;hellip; nki2pgbruan lng me kila kuya ni&amp;ntilde;o nung nmo2rblme cla s partnr ni Kevin.. tpos cnryoso nla&amp;hellip; kya yan&amp;hellip; chap hed n 2loy aq&amp;hellip; T_T &amp;hellip; kya nga ngalimlngn p q n mgserve eh&amp;hellip; I was not serious at first&amp;hellip; pero lam q nmn n may purpose c God s gnawa nya&amp;hellip; may plan xia 4 me&amp;hellip; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;May balak n tlga q mgquit until ngtxt me s cuzn ko&amp;hellip; n realize q n kelangan q dun kya I shludnt quit&amp;hellip; kz dats wat God wants eh&amp;hellip; thankful tlga q n bnigy nya skin ung cuz koh&amp;hellip; 2 help me&amp;hellip; and promise koh&amp;hellip; n d n q mgre2kmo ky Kate dhil chptr hed aq&amp;hellip; d q n rin sa2bhn ky Kevin n &amp;ldquo;temporary partner&amp;rdquo; nya lng ako&amp;hellip; mg se2rve aq hngat kaya koh&amp;hellip;&amp;nbsp; khit n mhrap ang 2 service ka2ynin q ksi its all 4 God...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;Diane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="3" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;P.S. pag gus2 m ishare 2 s ibang tao&amp;hellip; ok lng&amp;hellip; para menlightn dn cla mgserve&amp;hellip;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: d n koh n no2od eh...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: yung magandang email koh...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: yfc songs&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-113559091817116303?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/113559091817116303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=113559091817116303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113559091817116303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/113559091817116303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113559091817116303' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-112254436534795505</id><published>2005-07-28T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-28T17:52:45.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wahh!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Grr... Naka2inis!!! bunura ng tatay ko lahat ng files koh!!! ksi nagpalit sya ng memory ng computer!!! d man lang ako snabihan n mg-backup!!! gr... uulitin ko tuloy lahat ng pinaghirapan kong websites!!!! at pati blog lay-outs!!!! wah!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-112254436534795505?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/112254436534795505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=112254436534795505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112254436534795505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112254436534795505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112254436534795505' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-112218980610901992</id><published>2005-07-24T15:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T15:23:26.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lay-out Change????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I was thinking of changing my lay-out... It's a bit old and... I just ogt it from blogskins... Would a YFC inspired Lay-out be nice??? Any sugestions... BTW, I already know how to use html... thanks to Tabulas!!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-112218980610901992?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/112218980610901992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=112218980610901992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112218980610901992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112218980610901992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112218980610901992' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-112202578434328578</id><published>2005-07-22T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T17:49:44.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ang tagal na....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;grabeh... miz ko n blog n 2... busy ksi me s NEW SCHOOL ko eh.. kanina... pina-test b nmn kmi nung bwisit n alma2ter song n un!!! xmpre... 0/20 ako... grr...&amp;nbsp;malay ko b kung anong tono nun!!!... kaya nga NEW STUDENT EH!!!! ang labo.... pero ah... nakabisado ko ung credo ng 5 min. lng... aassttiigg noh!!!! bwahahahaha!!! ang galing ko pala!!!! bwahahaha!!! ang yabang ko!!!! pero ha,,,&amp;nbsp; nabawasan n ung pagka-BOASTFUL koh!!! improvement un.... cge... d2 nalang... blog nalang me pag may EXTRA&amp;nbsp;time...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: ung webcam...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: umm... tong tinatype ko....&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: CINDY...  nagba2sa ng testi 4 ELJEI....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-112202578434328578?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/112202578434328578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=112202578434328578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112202578434328578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112202578434328578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112202578434328578' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-112149561242387322</id><published>2005-07-16T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T14:33:32.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ron And Hermione...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;h2&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;This ia a cute editorial that I read quite a few days ago... thanks to &lt;a title="jecca" href="www.tabulas.com/~jecca_09" target="_self"&gt;jecca_09&lt;/a&gt;... I would like share this in celebrating the lauching of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince... It's about Ron and Hermione's Relatonship... Hope you enjpy it!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Oh, or This Changes Everything&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h4&gt;An original editorial by Karen Hayes&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many readers (myself included) were disappointed to not see any real progress in the R/Hr dynamic in OotP, as there definitely was &amp;ldquo;something going on&amp;rdquo; in GoF (JKR words, not mine). After all, Harry got his first kiss (okay, it wasn&amp;rsquo;t that great of a kiss); But Ron and Hermione seem to be locked in a holding pattern of teenage angst. Or so I thought. There&amp;rsquo;s actually a lot of R/Hr going on OotP and by the end, things are beginning to look quite promising for the proverbially mismatched pair.&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Introduction&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;What I am going to attempt to do in this essay is &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) Describe a pattern of interaction between Ron and Hermione in OotP (some of these behaviors are ever evolving ones - they pre-date GOF and OotP)&lt;br /&gt;2) Demonstrate that a pair of seemingly inconsequential actions significantly alters this pattern.&lt;br /&gt;3) Detail the changes in the way Hermione and Ron interact after this action and show how these changes are indicative of a more mature romantic relationship. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part One: Scripts and Established Patterns of Interaction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Basically, JKR establishes a pattern for how Ron and Hermione interact with each other. These patterns are &amp;ldquo;scripts&amp;rdquo;. I will lay them out here. If you&amp;rsquo;re not interested in what &amp;ldquo;scripts&amp;rdquo; are and want to focus on how they relate to the R/HR dynamic. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;JKR seems to delight in creating patterns and complex plot arcs. But she is also the master of using scripts to suit her purposes. I&amp;rsquo;m not talking about scripts in the movie sense, but scripts in the sense of set conversations. We all have scripts - think about what you say when you meet someone for the first time - the script works like this: Greeting, Introductions, Acknowledgement (Good Morning. I am Karen. I&amp;rsquo;m Bob. Nice to meet you. Likewise.). Scripts are communication shortcuts. They have predictable outcomes. You often know how the conversation is going to end before it&amp;rsquo;s done. If you&amp;rsquo;ve ever had the same old fight with someone and not really gotten anywhere, you&amp;rsquo;re likely using the same script as you did the last time you fought - different words, yes, but the same argument. And I would imagine it was really frustrating, not getting anywhere (or it least it was for me the last 12 times that happened). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Before I continue, let me make clear that I am not saying that JKR is a lazy/poor/insert derogatory adjective of your choice here author for using scripts in her books. Like all she does, it&amp;rsquo;s not the material she uses that distinguishes her, but what she chooses to do with it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="dynamic"&gt;JKR uses scripts to set up particular patterns of behavior; I am going to describe this in detail below. She sets up her characters to interact with each other in a particular way. They follow a particular script - a set of unspoken rules. As long as they continue to do so, the status quo doesn&amp;rsquo;t change; everything is normal. When characters stop following their usual scripts, something significant is going on - it&amp;rsquo;s the signal that the relationship is changing. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="dynamic"&gt;&lt;p&gt;As this essay focuses on R/Hr interactions, lets have a look at they way JKR sets up their relationship and take a look at the types of scripts she&amp;rsquo;s given them. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most remarked about feature of Ron and Hermione&amp;rsquo;s relationship with each other are their rather infamous rows. JKR often has them communicate with each other via argument. Contrary to popular belief, however, this is not the only way the two communicate. Even after GOF, Ron and Hermione do have conversations that do not involve shouting, red faces, anger, tears or storming off to bed. In fact, they have what are arguably fights that don&amp;rsquo;t involve any of the above. We just seem to recall the really big fights a lot easier and unfortunately tend to categorize their relationship as only one of &lt;u&gt;static&lt;/u&gt; bickering/fighting. And then many R/HR critics apply this over-simplification to the R/Hr relationship as a whole and use it to indicate that the two don&amp;rsquo;t have a mature communication system compatible with a healthy romantic relationship. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Having said that, I&amp;rsquo;m going to be slightly hypocritical and depend rather heavily upon the argument dynamic. Why? Because the argument scripts JKR has established are the best indicator of character/relationship change. It&amp;rsquo;s more obvious that their relationship has changed if they go from fighting over something the same way over and over again, to either fighting differently about it or no longer fighting over that something at all. And this is what&amp;rsquo;s going on just beneath the surface in OotP. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ron and Hermione&amp;rsquo;s argument interactions come in eight different flavors (think physics not ice cream). Some of these are carry-overs from GOF (marked with *) some are new (marked +). I am intentionally leaving the whole &amp;ldquo;what do about Harry&amp;rdquo; argument out of this, as Harry is often involved in these arguments and his responses tend to &amp;ldquo;out shout&amp;rdquo; what Ron and Hermione are arguing about. As for the rest, they are in no particular order or significance: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;1) S.P.E.W.*&lt;br /&gt;2) Prefect Responsibilities +&lt;br /&gt;3) Ron being/acting less than ideal (insensitive, stupid, pathetic)*+&lt;br /&gt;4) Hermione being/acting less than ideal (insensitive, overbearing)*+&lt;br /&gt;5) Ron&amp;rsquo;s conflict avoidance +&lt;br /&gt;6) Vicky*&lt;br /&gt;7) Hermione standing up for Ron + &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Argument Script Summaries&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Note: The Incidents are listed in chronological order because time matters not just in magic, but also in indicating change). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. S.P.E.W.&lt;/strong&gt; Hermione sees the use of house elves as an enormous injustice; she wants to fix it whether the house elves want the situation fixed or not. Ron thinks Hermione should take into consideration what the elves think/feel/want. He also doesn&amp;rsquo;t think its right to trick them into becoming free. Both of them are right in their own way. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incidents&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1) Hermione hasn&amp;rsquo;t given up on S.P.E.W. (76).&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re trying to trick the house elves&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (255).&lt;br /&gt;3) Hermione refuses to talk to Ron after he makes disparaging remarks about her hats (256).&lt;br /&gt;4) Hermione scowls, but does not say anything to Ron&amp;rsquo;s slight on Kreature (333). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results/Implications of Arguments&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermione does refuse to speak to Ron for an entire morning because of his remarks. But by the middle of the book neither is bringing up S.P.E.W. Hermione may still be leaving out the hats and Ron may still not like it (and remove the rubbish), but neither says anything. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Prefect Responsibilities.&lt;/strong&gt; Hermione has a noble idea of what being a prefect means. She is determined to set a good example and do her job with all her usual overachieving tendencies. Ron, caught off guard by the whole being made prefect thing and with his usual measure of insecurity and doubt, doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to quite know what to do. Hermione attempts to scold Ron into what he should be doing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incidents:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;You&amp;rsquo;re not suppose to abuse your position.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Hermione chides Ron for wanting to get Crabbe and Goyle (189).&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;You can&amp;rsquo;t call them midgets&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Whether or not the first years are small, obnoxious, etc., Hermione tells Ron off for calling them names (215).&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;You - are - a - prefect,&amp;rdquo; snarled Hermione.&lt;/em&gt; After Ron suggests trying firewhiskey at the Hog&amp;rsquo;s Head (337). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results and Implications:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many take Hermione&amp;rsquo;s comments to Ron as a sign that she doesn&amp;rsquo;t think he&amp;rsquo;s a good prefect. Some even use them to signify that Ron isn&amp;rsquo;t a good prefect. In regards to the first two, it is after all his first day and there is no indication that Hermione is displeased with Ron&amp;rsquo;s performance as a prefect later. And Ron isn&amp;rsquo;t the only guy who wants to try something a bit stronger than firewhiskey - Dean and Seamus contemplate celebrating the end of exams with the same. And the text doesn&amp;rsquo;t even give her a response to Ron&amp;rsquo;s take on the onerous prefect duties around Christmas - he&amp;rsquo;s less than enthusiastic, but considering, it&amp;rsquo;s pretty understandable (451). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Ron being/acting less than ideal (insensitive, stupid, pathetic).&lt;/strong&gt; Ron doesn&amp;rsquo;t always act the way Hermione may think he should (not that Hermione is trying to change Ron, more that she knows he has a lot more maturity than he actually shows). Ron, though we may love him, doesn&amp;rsquo;t always know when to keep his mouth shut. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incidents:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hermione and Ron have a spat at the dinner table during the Welcome feast - Ron&amp;rsquo;s being insensitive toward Nearly Headless Nick and a pig for talking with his mouth full (210).&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;You are so tactless!&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Hermione tells Ron off for interrupting Harry and Cho&amp;rsquo;s conversation by attacking her Quidditch team. They end up &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;bickering too loudly to hear it [the bell]&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (231).&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Its obvious Umbridge is here to spy on us.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Hermione, who, peeved at Umbridge, takes her temper out on Ron, who in this case has done nothing to inspire her venom. Harry nips the argument in the bud with a weary &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t start arguing again&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (252).&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;Oh don&amp;rsquo;t be pathetic, Ron&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt; Hermione when Ron reacts to Voldemort&amp;rsquo;s name.&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Oh for heaven&amp;rsquo;s sake, Ron&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; post-naming Voldemort moment (333).&lt;br /&gt;6) Hermione rolls her eyes at Ron&amp;rsquo;s reaction to Ginny and Michael dating as he&amp;rsquo;s acting the overprotective brother (349).&lt;br /&gt;7) Post-Harry&amp;rsquo;s first kiss discussion, Part One: Hermione is disgusted by Ron&amp;rsquo;s locker room approach to the whole kiss issue. Ron wants to know how Hermione would know Harry wasn&amp;rsquo;t a good kisser. Hermione calls Ron &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;the most insensitive wart I&amp;rsquo;ve ever had the misfortune to meet.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Ron&amp;rsquo;s indignant. Both boys are confused. Hermione tries to spell out Cho&amp;rsquo;s feelings for them, then jumps on Ron for having the &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;emotional range of a teaspoon&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (457-9).&lt;br /&gt;8) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Ron, be quiet&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Ron and Voldemort again (589).&lt;br /&gt;Ron talking with his mouth full again (848). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results and Implications:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These (and the one&amp;rsquo;s regarding Hermione) are the most personally directed arguments. They are the one&amp;rsquo;s Harry tends to call them onto the carpet for. The Voldemort comments are slightly hypocritical as Hermione has just started to say his name recently, but are not really malicious. And I think that Hermione is just going to have to accept that Ron talks with his mouthful - its likely something he learned at the dinner table at the Burrow. But some of her other comments come close to being personal attacks. The post-Harry&amp;rsquo;s first kiss sequence is probably one of the closest times Ron and Hermione get into another Yule Brawl type argument. One may wonder if Hermione is so ticked off at Ron being immature about Harry&amp;rsquo;s kiss, because she is unsure of the reaction he had to the kiss she gave him before the Quidditch game. Even after her scathing insults, Ron actually doesn&amp;rsquo;t escalate the argument beyond wanting Hermione to clarify the not so nice things she&amp;rsquo;s said about him. He may be slightly clueless, but he seems to genuinely want to understand what&amp;rsquo;s going on (More on this later). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Hermione being/acting less than ideal (insensitive, overbearing).&lt;/strong&gt; Turn-about is fair play, and Hermione doesn&amp;rsquo;t always act in the most mature, sensitive manner either. She tends to get a bit uptight and a little pushy. Ron tries to keep her in check. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incidents:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ron tells Hermione to lighten up when she&amp;rsquo;s concerned about Sirius having come to King&amp;rsquo;s Cross (183).&lt;br /&gt;2) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;You walked out of divination&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; when Hermione tells Harry he can&amp;rsquo;t skive off Divination (364-5).&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Sirius is right,&amp;rdquo; he said, &amp;quot;you do sound just like my mother.&amp;rdquo; Hermione bit her lip and did not answer&lt;/em&gt; (378). Ron lumps Hermione into the mollycoddling mold of his mother after Hermione speaks of doubts about the DA after hearing Sirius thinks it&amp;rsquo;s a good idea.&lt;br /&gt;4) Hermione disputes Ron&amp;rsquo;s disarming record after the first DA meeting (396).&lt;br /&gt;5) Ron silences Hermione with a look when she is trying to go on about France during Hagrid&amp;rsquo;s tale (426).&lt;br /&gt;6) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Give it a rest, okay? He can make up his own mind.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (667) 7) After an entire day of Hermione harassing Harry about his plan to contact Sirius.&lt;br /&gt;Ron makes hushing noises when Hermione brings up Sirius (856). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results and Implications:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ron is beginning to call Hermione on some of her little hypocrises and points out that her persistence is not always appropriate. Whether she agrees or not, by the end Hermione is listening to Ron&amp;rsquo;s advice (especially regarding Sirius) and heeding it without trying to prove she&amp;rsquo;s right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Ron&amp;rsquo;s conflict avoidance.&lt;/strong&gt; Ron doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to have an irresistible urge to avoid fighting with Hermione. But he does try to avoid conflict with the Twins and Harry every chance he can get. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Interactions:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Ron refuses to get involved in the Hermione vs. the Twins&amp;rsquo; WWW product testing debate (226).&lt;br /&gt;2) Hermione tells Fred and George off for testing their products on first years and then turns on Ron for not coming with her. She goes to bed in a huff (253-5).&lt;br /&gt;3) Hermione tries to pass off the DA as her &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; Ron&amp;rsquo;s idea. Ron gives her an alarmed, threatening look (330).&lt;br /&gt;4) Hermione appeals to Ron (like Mrs. Weasley to her husband) to help her persuade Harry to not break into Umbridge&amp;rsquo;s office to talk to Sirius (658).&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;He&amp;rsquo;s got a point.&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Ron sides with Harry over Hermione regarding Harry&amp;rsquo;s vision of Sirius&amp;rsquo;s capture (732-735). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results and Implications&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a new sort of Ron. In regards to Fred and George, Ron doesn&amp;rsquo;t have enough self-esteem or guts to stand up to his older brothers and they certainly enjoy pulling him down every chance they can get. But the trend toward not arguing with Harry even when Harry is wrong or over-reacting is dangerous. After GOF we see a change in the trio&amp;rsquo;s overall dynamic - we have the CAPSLOCK!Harry, Mollycoddling Hermione and Desperate-to-stay-out-of-it Ron. Hermione can try to keep Harry slightly controlled, but she can&amp;rsquo;t do it without Ron&amp;rsquo;s help. Ron, who is still smarting from the fight he and Harry had in GOF and the shock that Harry barely escaped from Lord Voldemort, doesn&amp;rsquo;t want to push Harry. He wants to avoid a break at all costs. This doesn&amp;rsquo;t mean he values Hermione less or Harry more. In the end, both Ron and Hermione need to find a middle ground in the way they regard Harry. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Vicky.&lt;/strong&gt; Many of Ron and Hermione&amp;rsquo;s rows in GOF involved Viktor (not the person, but the concept, the competition). At the end of GOF, we are treated to a moment of reconciliation. Ron gets past his flaming jealousy of Viktor Krum and finally asks his idol for his autograph. Hermione is pleased. Of course, Ron&amp;rsquo;s jealousy is not quite spent, but it is a bit better controlled. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incidents:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Yeah, what did Vicky say?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Ron finds out that Hermione has been corresponding with Krum as a pen pal. Ron is upset. Hermione glosses over the situation (331-2).&lt;br /&gt;2) Post-Harry&amp;rsquo;s first kiss discussion, Part Two: Writing to Viktor (460-1). Hermione makes a show of writing a really long letter to Krum. Ron doesn&amp;rsquo;t rise and take the bait (though he&amp;rsquo;s not entirely silent about it). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results and Implications:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the first instance, Hermione likely never meant to tell Ron (or Harry) she was still writing to Krum, but when it slips, she pretends to be bored with Ron&amp;rsquo;s jealous response, then tries to placate him by saying Krum&amp;rsquo;s only a pen pal (i.e. a platonic friend), but when this doesn&amp;rsquo;t work quickly diverts the conversation. Hermione seems hesitant to start a row here and she knows that the topic of Viktor will only rile Ron. And she has other fish to fry in this conversation, namely persuading Harry to do the whole DA thing. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the second instance, she does, however, intentionally use that knowledge (that Ron will be jealous of Krum) in the post-Harry&amp;rsquo;s first kiss discussion. I think Hermione knows exactly what she is doing here and acts intentionally. She knows that Cho is hanging back to talk to Harry and that &amp;ldquo;something&amp;rdquo; is likely to happen - she seems too composed at the beginning of the scene, too comfortable with the idea that Harry&amp;rsquo;s been with Cho for her to not have had some idea of it ahead of time. She intentionally makes a production of writing a really long letter to Viktor while Harry&amp;rsquo;s off with Cho. She knows Ron&amp;rsquo;s eventually going to ask (that trailing letter is a bit obvious). She&amp;rsquo;s trying to get Ron&amp;rsquo;s attention and the Krum button is usually Ron&amp;rsquo;s hot button. But uncharacteristically Ron doesn&amp;rsquo;t rise. There&amp;rsquo;s no argument (some huffing and puffing from Ron though). Ron&amp;rsquo;s sudden measure of maturity thwarts Hermione&amp;rsquo;s attempt to get some confirmation of Ron&amp;rsquo;s current feelings. Boys can be so clueless sometimes. More on this strange outcome later. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Hermione stands up for Ron.&lt;/strong&gt; These are not argument interactions between R/Hr but between Hermione and others. They mirror Ron&amp;rsquo;s actions of standing up for Hermione that we see in the other books - with Malfoy and the Mudblood curse in COS; Snape&amp;rsquo;s know-it-all comment in POA; when Malfoy hits Hermione with the tooth curse in GOF. This is something new. We get a glimmer of it in GOF when Hermione tries to explain Ron&amp;rsquo;s behavior after Harry&amp;rsquo;s name is pulled from the Goblet. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Incidents:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Hermione blushing once she&amp;rsquo;s discovered it's Ron, not Harry, that&amp;rsquo;s prefect [&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;I&amp;hellip; well&amp;hellip; wow! Well done, Ron! That&amp;rsquo;s really --&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (162)].&lt;br /&gt;2) Hermione stands up to the Twins regarding Ron&amp;rsquo;s prefect badge.&lt;em&gt; &amp;ldquo;Don&amp;rsquo;t pay any attention to them, Ron&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (165).&lt;br /&gt;3) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Tell me, how does it feel being second best to Weasley, Potter?&amp;rdquo; he asked. &amp;ldquo;Shut up Malloy,&amp;rdquo; said Hermione sharply&lt;/em&gt; (194).&lt;br /&gt;4) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Well, it was only your first one.&amp;quot;&lt;/em&gt; Hermione tries to console Ron about his first Quidditch practice (294).&lt;br /&gt;5) &lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Where have you been?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; Hermione asks Ron after the infamous first Quidditch match (418). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Results and Implications:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These interactions show the other side of the R/Hr dynamic. Both are fiercely protective of the other in front of others. They may have a go at each other, but they fight anyone else who might do the same. And when others try to bring Ron down (Ron really becomes a public target for the first time in OotP), Hermione responds with a measure of fierce pride (especially towards the Twins and Malfoy). When Quidditch doesn&amp;rsquo;t go the way Ron expects it to, Hermione overlooks her anti-Quidditch feelings and reaches out to Ron. She shows a genuine concern for his welfare and happiness even when she doesn&amp;rsquo;t understand or agree with it. She stands up to his insecurities (which are more formidable than 10 Fred and Georges and a dozen Malfoys any day). &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, what's the big so what? Ron and Hermione fight/argue/disagree a lot in the first half of OotP- enough to get Harry peeved at them more than once (although it doesn&amp;rsquo;t take much to peeve Harry lately). We don&amp;rsquo;t see the spirited rows from GOF - which actually could be a good thing - those arguments tended to be more hurtful than helpful. But in OotP, Ron and Hermione rehash some of the same old arguments as always and come up with new things to fight about. If you examine the scripts chronologically you can see the arguments (even the new ones) are changing. Ron and Hermione are moving out of the static argument phase towards, well, I can only speculate (and not so objectively). But these changes aren&amp;rsquo;t organic, it's not a natural evolution, it's not just time and maturity kicking in. Something&amp;rsquo;s happened. Something&amp;rsquo;s catalyzed the changes we are seeing in their arguments. Something&amp;rsquo;s happened that practically puts a damper onto Ron and Hermione&amp;rsquo;s fights during the second half of OotP. (Well, two very small seemingly inconsequential somethings actually.) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Part Two: Oh, or This Changes Everything&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the Yule Brawl to the middle of OotP, both Ron and Hermione are tiptoeing around the whole are-we-more-than-friends issue. Why? Because if either of them have read the signals incorrectly (Hermione&amp;rsquo;s next time quote and Ron&amp;rsquo;s jealousy) the potential price is pretty high. If both don&amp;rsquo;t feel the same way (and once it's out in the open, or spoken, you can&amp;rsquo;t take it back), their friendship will be irreparably altered (yes, they can still be friends, but there would likely always be that little bit of awkwardness knowing that your feelings aren&amp;rsquo;t mutual). Both Ron and Hermione know their friendship affects Harry. Harry&amp;rsquo;s already demonstrated that he&amp;rsquo;s irritated at his two friends, especially when they&amp;rsquo;re &amp;ldquo;fighting&amp;rdquo; (Ron and Hermione don&amp;rsquo;t seem to see their arguments the same way Harry does. They are actually upset when he blows up at them). Harry needs his two best friends to both be there for him to survive. The trio needs to stay united. Stepping beyond friendship could risk that. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;As neither Ron nor Hermione step forward to resolve the tension, the two are left to fall back onto their more comfortable, more normal pattern of behavior -- fighting with each other. Until -- &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;Good luck, Ron,&amp;rdquo; said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. &amp;ldquo;and you Harry -&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face where Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened (OotP 404). &lt;/blockquote&gt;Two things stand out about this event. First is Harry&amp;rsquo;s response, or lack thereof. When Hermione kisses him at the end of GOF he remarks on it being something &amp;ldquo;she had never done before&amp;rdquo; (734). Although Ron seems to register that this good luck kiss is unusual Hermione behavior, Harry has no comment. It's as if he is not surprised, that it wasn&amp;rsquo;t an unusual thing to happen, or even unexpected. But it is.&lt;p&gt;Now yes, Hermione has kissed Harry before - at the station at the end of GOF (734). But these kisses contain completely different messages. Harry's kiss is platonic; Ron's kiss is not. Why? It&amp;rsquo;s the intent behind the kiss that distinguishes them and also the feelings of the receiver. Hermione knows Harry has no feelings for her whatsoever in GOF (how many times does he have to deny it?). It's likely also that she's already begun to see the whole Cho thing start (think back to the Quidditch World cup). So it&amp;rsquo;s safe to kiss Harry. He won't misconstrue the kiss as anything more than a friendly goodbye. But with Ron, Hermione has seen signs of jealousy, experienced an increase in tension; on some level she knows something is there (it's &amp;quot;the what&amp;quot; and &amp;quot;is it worth it&amp;quot; that holds her back). This kiss isn't a safe kiss among friends. This is why this one is a non-platonic signal -- and Ron gets it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After the good luck kiss, Ron&amp;rsquo;s behavior towards Hermione changes. He doesn&amp;rsquo;t retaliate when Hermione calls him an &amp;ldquo;insensitive wart&amp;rdquo; or tells him he&amp;rsquo;s got the &amp;ldquo;emotional range of a teaspoon&amp;rdquo; (OotP 459). He doesn&amp;rsquo;t even rise to the Krum letter, though he is reasonably confused at her attitude. After all she was the one who kissed him. He can&amp;rsquo;t quite reconcile how she could say those extremely mean and personal things to him and have kissed him, too. He even asks her directly for help. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;ldquo;You should write a book,&amp;rdquo; Ron told Hermione as he cut up his potatoes, &amp;ldquo;translating mad things girls do so that boys understand them&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (573). &lt;/blockquote&gt;So why is Hermione so hostile towards Ron? At the time they&amp;rsquo;re discussing Harry and Cho&amp;rsquo;s kiss (anybody else think it's odd that the kiss takes up no space at all while Ron and Hermione&amp;rsquo;s discussion of it covers almost four pages? Perhaps Harry getting kissed isn&amp;rsquo;t quite as important as his friends&amp;rsquo; responses to it), Hermione hasn&amp;rsquo;t received any non-platonic signals from Ron. Her shortness (and we haven&amp;rsquo;t seen her this hostile to Ron since the Yule Brawl) is a manifestation of her frustration. She doesn&amp;rsquo;t know his reaction to her signal and is likely a little nervous that Ron might be as flippant about her kiss as he is towards Harry and Cho&amp;rsquo;s. She seems uncomfortable with the &amp;ldquo;locker room&amp;rdquo; feel of his comments. Ron is treating her as one of the guys and she doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem comfortable with his responses. So what does she do? She lashes out at him, almost as if to say not only are you not being sensitive toward Harry and Cho, but you&amp;rsquo;re also not being sensitive to me and my feelings. She&amp;rsquo;s pulled out their old Yule Brawl script; only Ron isn&amp;rsquo;t playing this time.&lt;p&gt;So, although Ron has moved forward and stopped reverting to the same old patterns, Hermione is still stuck in the whole argument script until Ron finally sends her a signal of his own. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;On the way downstairs they met Hermione. &amp;ldquo;Thanks for the book Harry!&amp;rdquo; she said happily. &amp;ldquo;I&amp;rsquo;ve been wanting that &lt;/em&gt;New Theory of Numerology&lt;em&gt; for ages! And that perfume is really unusual, Ron.&amp;rdquo;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;ldquo;No problem,&amp;rdquo; said Ron. &amp;ldquo;Who&amp;rsquo;s that for&amp;hellip;?&amp;rdquo;&lt;/em&gt; (OotP 503). &lt;/blockquote&gt;On the surface, there doesn&amp;rsquo;t seem to be much going on here. Hermione&amp;rsquo;s response is not a big, bright thank you, there&amp;rsquo;s no hugging, no overt display of affection going on. But there is something a little too casual about their exchange on the stairs. As if neither one is trying to make a big deal of it, as if they&amp;rsquo;re both trying to keep the whole thing low key. It isn&amp;rsquo;t a lack of interest, as some have suggested, but of realization. Ron has done something unusual - just as Hermione has done something unusual in giving Ron that good luck kiss. Again, Harry&amp;rsquo;s complete lack of surprise or comment is perhaps telling. Perfume is not a usual gift for Hermione. It&amp;rsquo;s certainly not what Ron usually buys Hermione. And yet Harry doesn&amp;rsquo;t even raise an eyebrow about it. It&amp;rsquo;s almost as if he expects it, just as the good luck kiss is just to be expected.&lt;p&gt;Hermione, having finally gotten her signal that Ron has something other than platonic feelings for her, begins to change her behavior towards Ron. She, too, moves away from the argument scripts that seem to be the trademark of their relationship. She no longer attacks Ron. She may still think Ron is not altogether got it together, but she no longer throws his deficiencies in his face. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the middle of OotP, Ron and Hermione have traded non-platonic signals. Each reacts with a distinct change in behavior, a rapid shift away from their usual modes (scripts) of interaction (just look at the differences in conflict in the Part One lists. Notice what happens after pages 459 and 503). Keep in mind that Hermione's signal to Ron is the good luck kiss. Ron's behavior (not Hermione's), begins to change after this. Ron's signal to Hermione is the perfume and her behavior towards Ron - and only Ron - begins to change from here on out. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Note, too, that both Ron and Hermione have stopped trying to use each other&amp;rsquo;s hot buttons in their arguments. Hermione's hot button is the whole spew thing. Ron's is Vicky. What happens after the exchange of non-platonic signals is that they both stop using the hot buttons on each other. Yes, at Christmas they talk about Kreature, but Ron isn't attacking her like he usually does. He doesn't ask her to give up S.P.E.W.; he doesn't tell her she's wasting her time. He stops using that button. And after Christmas, Hermione does not bring Krum up again. These are notable changes in their behavior. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the end of OotP, there is no open declaration between Ron and Hermione, no final resolution of their doubts, but there seems to be a sense of greater surety that the attraction is mutual. Some of the tension is resolved, so they argue a lot less and seem to get along a lot better. Sure they will still disagree (especially regarding Snape and the whole homework issue), but they seem to have found something beyond yelling to get their point across. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We can see that Ron and Hermione are behaving differently, that they aren&amp;rsquo;t embroiled in their typical arguments, caught up in their usual game of verbal one-ups-manship. Has something else happened? We can&amp;rsquo;t know. What goes on privately between Ron and Hermione is - well not something we&amp;rsquo;re privy to. And we may never really be privy to it. Because of the limits imposed by JKR&amp;rsquo;s narrative style, we can&amp;rsquo;t see those events, but we can see their repercussions. This is the subtle play of subtext. A kiss and a bottle of perfume - two requited signals - propel Ron and Hermione to step out of their comfortable, friends-only zone towards something that could possibly be much more. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;So for those us who were looking for Ron and Hermione to grow romantically in OotP and didn&amp;rsquo;t see it the first time, not all hope is lost. Their relationship is progressing just beneath the surface. Something has happened in OotP. They&amp;rsquo;ve stopped attacking each other and started listening. They are just a little less frustrated and a little more sure. With a few more prods in the right direction - well - anything could happen. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-112149561242387322?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/112149561242387322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=112149561242387322' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112149561242387322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112149561242387322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112149561242387322' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-112038138265201928</id><published>2005-07-03T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T17:03:02.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nakakainis!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ang daming assignment!!!! grr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nga pala... may nabasa akong editorial tungkol sa &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;HERMIONE AND RON RELATIONSHIP.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;nakakatawa.... read it:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tabulas.com/~jecca_09/"&gt;http://www.tabulas.com/~jecca_09/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-112038138265201928?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/112038138265201928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=112038138265201928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112038138265201928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112038138265201928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112038138265201928' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-112027892498858395</id><published>2005-07-02T12:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T12:35:25.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ang tagal na!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok... tagal ko n d ng-upd8 ng blog.... eh pano, dami assignmnt... ang hirap ksai maging 3rd yr eh....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-112027892498858395?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/112027892498858395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=112027892498858395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112027892498858395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/112027892498858395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112027892498858395' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111986974045167029</id><published>2005-06-27T18:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T18:55:40.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;May YFC PCC na!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;nakausap ko na si Sir Aduca.... Regarding yung kung why walang YFC sa PCC... sabi niya ang tagal na daw nilang naghihintay na may lumapit sa kanila na YFC... buti nalang kinausap ko daw siya.... May schedule na daw ng Youth Camp... Ang bilis ah... Sobrang galing talaga ni God... Biro niyo, nilipat Niya ako sa PCC para magtayo ng YFC club.... and pinapakilos na Niya pala yung mga tao bago pa ako dumating.... GOD IS GOOD!!! ALL THE TIME!!! ALL THE TIME!!! GOD IS GOOD!!! GOD IS WHERE?!!! EVERYWHERE!!! AND EVERYWHERE? GOD IS THERE!!!! SOLO DIOS BASTA!!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111986974045167029?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111986974045167029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111986974045167029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111986974045167029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111986974045167029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111986974045167029' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111975826905879298</id><published>2005-06-26T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:57:49.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Taong Bahay...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;YEHEY!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;DALAWA LANG KAMI NI TRISHA SA BAHAY!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;PUMUNTA KASI SILA LAHAT SA TAY2 EH...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;SABI KOH MARAMI ME MGA ASSIGNMENT...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;BAKIT???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;22O NAMAN AH...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;AYAW MO MANIWALA???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;22O YUN...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;DI KA PARIN NANI2WALA???&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;EDI WAG... DI K NMN PINIPILIT EH...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;ANG KULIT NG LAHI KO NOH... :D!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111975826905879298?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111975826905879298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111975826905879298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111975826905879298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111975826905879298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111975826905879298' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111975784033513587</id><published>2005-06-26T11:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:50:40.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Investigatoy Project..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;During Saturdays, I usually wake up about 9a.m. But not today!!! I woke up at the usual school day time and went dirctly to Jollibee Pasig Simabahan, our Chemistry Group's meeting place... We went to Simon's place and&amp;nbsp;started our IP... By the middle of the day,&amp;nbsp;we still haven't finished because of all the temptation that FRIENDSTER gave us... Instead of working on our IP, we ended up browsing the net... After lunch, again, instead of working on our IP, we watched a movie... And finally, after the movie, we worked on it... At least 3/4 of it is done... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111975784033513587?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111975784033513587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111975784033513587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111975784033513587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111975784033513587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111975784033513587' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111975707948914404</id><published>2005-06-26T11:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:37:59.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bye Bye, Orange...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Orange is the name of my beloved Hamster... He died Today... I don't really know why... Maybe he's sick or something... May he rest in peace...&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111975707948914404?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111975707948914404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111975707948914404' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111975707948914404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111975707948914404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111975707948914404' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111952328004913764</id><published>2005-06-23T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T18:41:20.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Karma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;WAHAHAHAHA!!!! buti nga kay Danika!!!! Yan kasi eh... paso ng Mamonong... Siya tuloy inaasar dun... Wahahaha~~~~wala lng....&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111952328004913764?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111952328004913764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111952328004913764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111952328004913764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111952328004913764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111952328004913764' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111935692839106569</id><published>2005-06-21T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T20:28:48.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;It's not TRUE!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yuck&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;Eww... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Hindi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;ko &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;crush &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;si &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;Christopher Mamonong&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;Whatever... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;Si &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Danica &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;kasi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;eh... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;nagkakalat &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;ng&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt; pekeng &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="MS Shell Dlg" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;chismis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Lam &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;niyo &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;kung &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;anong &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;theory &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;ko....&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="1"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Siguro &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;si &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;Danica &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;yung &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;may &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;crush &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;doon... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Ginagamit &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;lang &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;niya &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;yung &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;reverse &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;psychology... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;Yung &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;tipong &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;inaasar &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;niya &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;yung &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;crush &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;niya &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;sa &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;iba &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;para &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;di &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;siya &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;mahalata... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;Lam &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;ko &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;na &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;yun &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;eh.... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;kasi &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;ginamit &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;ko &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;na &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ffff" size="1"&gt;yun &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff00ff" size="1"&gt;once... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#0000ff" size="1"&gt;and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffff00" size="1"&gt;pinagsisihan &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#00ff00" size="1"&gt;ko &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ff0000" size="1"&gt;yun... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" color="#ffffff" size="1"&gt;NG MALAKI !!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111935692839106569?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111935692839106569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111935692839106569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111935692839106569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111935692839106569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111935692839106569' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111927214761000757</id><published>2005-06-20T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T20:55:47.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Poor Boy..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, I just don't understand myself... I met a poor boy along my way to the Pasig City hall. He was dressed in ragged clothes and had a very thin body. I was drinking a glass of Nestea and he approched me... He said, &amp;quot; ate, akin nalang.&amp;quot; To my surprise, I didn't hesitate to give my drink... The moment he said that, I immediately gave my drink. Bakit kaya??? Maybe because I pitty the boy... Or maybe it's something else... I don't get it...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111927214761000757?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111927214761000757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111927214761000757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111927214761000757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111927214761000757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111927214761000757' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111918131112407724</id><published>2005-06-19T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:41:51.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"YFC Sector Assembly"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Pumunta kami kanina nila CHE2 sa YFC SECTOR ASSEMBLY sa Eusebio HS Rosario... Feeling ko talaga, there is a big mission na ibibigay sakin si God.... Yun ay... magtayo ng YFC PCC... wala pa kasi... He's telling me to start my own high school based sa YFC... Sobrang hirap na work yun... Nung umuwi na kami... I dropped by national bookstore... Guess who nakita koh... MY ENEMY... Bryan Masancay... Eh since feeling banal ako today, nakipag bati me sa kanya... IBA TALAGA NAGAGAWA NG YFC!!!... ASTIG&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;... SOLO DIOS BASTA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;... CONQUER ALL CENTRAL B&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;!!! &lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: DaT tHiNg YoU dO...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: LoVe WiLl FiNd A wAy...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111918131112407724?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111918131112407724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111918131112407724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111918131112407724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111918131112407724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111918131112407724' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111917977690207641</id><published>2005-06-19T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T19:16:16.923+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Dentist Appointment"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111917977690207641?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111917977690207641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111917977690207641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111917977690207641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111917977690207641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111917977690207641' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111900106578993734</id><published>2005-06-17T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T17:37:45.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Klepto... tsk.. tsk..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;kanina, galing kami sa PE class... Pag dating namin sa classroom, ang daming nawawalang wallet... yung sa katabi ko, may ATM pa.... kawawa naman... kasi eh, hindi sinara nung mga huli lumabas sa class yung door... Pero I don't really blame her... hindi naman siya nagnakaw eh... pero that's still being irresponsible... &lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: StOrY nI tRiShA...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111900106578993734?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111900106578993734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111900106578993734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111900106578993734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111900106578993734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111900106578993734' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111892150490988838</id><published>2005-06-16T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T19:31:44.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ako, ako, puro nalang ako&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;hay naku!!! sobrang abusado mga groupmates ko!!! purket ako yung leader, sakin lahat ng trabaho!!! grr.... halos araw-araw, may group report sa filipino, tapos sakin lahat aasa... ang daya!!! kaya lang nama ako nakakatiis sa group na yon dahil kay tooot... i really can't wait na magpalit-palit ng groups... or magpalit nalang ng leader... para matuto naman sila noh... at di ako, ako, puro nalang ako!!! &lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: AyOkO nA... gUsTo Ko Ng HaRrY pOtTer!!!&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: GiSsElLe... on the cellphone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111892150490988838?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111892150490988838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111892150490988838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111892150490988838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111892150490988838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111892150490988838' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111883223122989779</id><published>2005-06-15T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:43:51.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kaya tinawag na group report&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Okei� Wednesday nanaman� Ang pinaka malas na araw pag dating sa Filipino� Kasi group ko mag rereport� Kala nila ako lang magrereport nug buong content??� Nakasanayan kasi nila na isa o dalawa lang narereport� PWES babaguhin ko yun!!! Dahil elyen ako� hindi ako sanay na nagrereport ng mag isa� malas lang nila na ako yung lider at ako ang masusunod� Pinasalita ko sila!!! bwahahahahaha!!! Tama naman diba??? KAYA NGA TINAWAG NA GROUP REPORT DIBA?&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: FuLl HoUsE...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: JaMeS aNd ThE gIaNt PeAcH... rereading for the 100th time....&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111883223122989779?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111883223122989779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111883223122989779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111883223122989779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111883223122989779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111883223122989779' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111883127986670334</id><published>2005-06-15T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T18:27:59.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MALAS no. 10!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Malas!!!... agh!!!... Nilipat ako sa may bintana ngayon... ginawa ung class number ko na 10... yuck!!!.... i hate that number!!!... ang ganda na nga ng class number ko dati, tapos binago pa... don't they know that 11 is my favorite number? don't they know that it's very significant in my life?... guess not... pero kahit na... malas kasi 10!!!... Kanina, may recitation sa Chem... tapos walang matawag... ang ginawa ng teacher ko, tinanong kay Kubos yung birthday niya... sabi niya March 10 ata... basta... ewan... basta 10... tapos, bigla ba naman sabihing G10... heller!!!... eh since binago nga... ako yun.... Sabi ko na nga ba eh MALAS YUNG 10!!!&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: FuLl HoUsE...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: JaMeS aNd ThE gIaNt PeAcH...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111883127986670334?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111883127986670334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111883127986670334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111883127986670334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111883127986670334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111883127986670334' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111866415560514032</id><published>2005-06-13T20:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T20:02:35.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;" Trip Cancelled "&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;My dad was supposed to go to the province today to arrange some buisness documents. The ship usually leaves at 5:00 p.m. which is why I was really surprised to see my dad at our gate about 5:30 in the afternoon. Yun pala, walang biyahe ng barko ngayon kasi holiday... hahahaha... I was going to do my health assingment for Wednesday but then I realized that I left my book at school... Makalimutin talaga ako.... I started making the script of my story today. I had a hard time making up all the names and surnames. I tried to call my bestfriend for some help but no one would answer their phone. Since I had nothing to do, I just finished my Homeroom and English Journals. I plan to translate my English journal and write it in my Filipino journal, but I'll do it tomorrow. Grabe talaga.... ang daming journal... buti nalang 3:00 yung uwian namin bukas kaya magagawa ko pa yung sa Filipino.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: dArNa...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: JaMeS aNd ThE gIaNt PeAcH...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111866415560514032?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111866415560514032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111866415560514032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111866415560514032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111866415560514032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111866415560514032' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111858482761937217</id><published>2005-06-12T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T22:00:27.636+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Inspired....."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was so inspired today that I made a story on my mind. Right now I'm planning the names of the characters and the details of the story. I just had the plot done and I'm gonna write it down tomorrow. I talked with my bestfriend and asked for her help. I feel that this story is gonna be the best project i will make this year. Who knows, there might be movie offers for me to choose. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;and oh.... happy indipendence day...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: yM MeSsAgEs...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111858482761937217?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111858482761937217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111858482761937217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111858482761937217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111858482761937217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111858482761937217' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111849490308158959</id><published>2005-06-11T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T21:01:43.096+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Parang Mushroom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Today, I went to WTC... sa Pilipinas ha, hindi sa NY... wag kayong OA... and there's an exibhit there about China products... And I saw a really really cheap MP3 player... as in... 2000 lang... I was begging my mom to please buy it for me but she said no... sob... I saw Stephen and Resa Macafe dun sa exibhit... Pati parents nila... Bakit ba lagi ko silang nakikita??? weird... Parang kabuti si Stephen... Kung saan-saan sumusulpot... Last week, s national; nung April, sa Subic; tapos ngayon, sa WTC... hhaaayyy naku... siguro ganun talaga YFC president... Lagi kaming binabantayan.&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111849490308158959?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111849490308158959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111849490308158959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111849490308158959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111849490308158959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111849490308158959' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111840438653203952</id><published>2005-06-10T19:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T19:53:06.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;1st P.E. day... :D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;This is one of the weirdest schemes I've ever encountered... But it's not new to me... Unlike SHAP wherein if it's our P.E. day, you come to school in your P.E. Uniform already. In PCC, you have to bring your uniform and dress up in the classroom. That should be no problem for me because in STC, we were also practicing that. But STC is like an all girls school and PCC is like COED&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;... But turns out that the boys dress up frist in the classroom and go out then the girls lock the room and dress up... that's okay... We girls have a higher oppertuniy seeing them dress up than them seeing us... hehehe... But since we're so good, we turned our backs to them when they dressed up. :P :D&lt;font face="Arial"&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: TrIsHa LaUgHiNg At SoMeThInG nOt FuNnY... BALIW NGA EH...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: ToNg SiNuSuLaT kO...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: S mGa KwEnTo Ni TrIsHaNg LoKa-LoKa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111840438653203952?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111840438653203952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111840438653203952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111840438653203952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111840438653203952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111840438653203952' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111832216902772283</id><published>2005-06-09T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:02:49.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;BARBERO!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;i still don't have friends and a group to hang-out with... ang hirap talaga maging new student.... i have two chatterbox seatmates and i enjoy having them... i asked them about a former PCCian, if they know him... they said, yes, he was their classmate... i told them about all the funny things that happened to him, that he blamed me doing something that i didn't do, that we were old friends and present enemies, and all his ohh so wrong grammar and word inventions during recitation.... in turn, they told me that he was very boastful and a teacher's pet.... and you know what else i found out, that he lied to me about being top 3... WHAT A BARBER!!!!!!... BARBERO SIYA!!!!!!.... ang kapal naman ng muka niyan magimbento ng sarili niyang rank... BARBERO talaga siya!!!!!!... he's such a liar!!!!!!&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: ym messages ni Llyza...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111832216902772283?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111832216902772283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111832216902772283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111832216902772283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111832216902772283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111832216902772283' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111814416766207524</id><published>2005-06-07T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:36:07.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ang HIRAP...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gosh... 1st week palang, gusto ko na uling mag bakasyon... sobrang dami ng assignments at requrements na ipapasa.... bukas... sobrang naninibago kasi stressed ako palagi.... tapos, pinalitan pa yung time slot ng ALL ABOUT EVE... eh, hindi ko naman mapigilang hindi manood... Pag natapos yun, hindi talaga ako manonood nung bago para hindi ko subaybayan... grabeh... yun lang... marami pa kasi akong assignment na gagawin....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111814416766207524?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111814416766207524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111814416766207524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111814416766207524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111814416766207524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111814416766207524' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111806158279835277</id><published>2005-06-06T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T20:39:42.813+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Can't Seem To Accept Reality&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It's my first day in a new school. It's still hard to adjust in everything. Knowing a few people studying there is not enough. We barely talk. Just a little wave and a nod is our simple greeting. I thought that if I transfer there, it will be easier for me to accept Pasig as my new home. As my previous school didn't actually do. I still haven't recovered from the move. We've been living here for two years but I still don't like this place. Though the people here are very friendly and kind, I still can't manage to fit in. It's like there's something about this place that's so negative, but I can't seem to figure it out. I called up Angeli, my bestfriend, and asked for some ideas. She gave me tons or reasonable things that I agreed on. But what really shocked me was when she said something about my past life hating this place. That really rang a bell. Do you think it's true? &lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111806158279835277?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111806158279835277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111806158279835277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111806158279835277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111806158279835277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111806158279835277' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111796443337678835</id><published>2005-06-05T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T17:40:33.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Last Day of My Vacation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;Last day of vacation... I've seen a lot of Sacradians and ex-Sacradians today... Most of them in church... We went to National Bookstore right after the mass. It was pretty crowded... People here really do love last minute shopping, and are used to it... We bought some school things we forgot to buy and A NEW SKETCH PAD for me... So my drawing talent wouldn't leave me... I haven't practiced since last year 'coz I haven't got extra money to buy a sketch pad to draw on... I just draw on the back of my notebooks, books or somebody else's pad paper... Anyway... I'll continue... I saw Stephen and his family in National Bookstore... By the way, Stephen is our ex-YFC president and is now their HPV... Resa, his sister, and I both said ' what's your section? ' at the same time then Stephen laughed... HAHAHAHAHA... he said.... Resa knows I'm transfering to PCC 'coz I was with their family after the YFC-ILC in Subic last April... They even paid our beach entrances for us, I'm talking about 9 people here... Pretty cool family huh?... It turns ot that she's not my classmate... too bad... I drew Li Syaoran in the first page of new sketch pad... See if its acceptable... don't forget to post a comment...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;img height="169" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y206/d_famatigan/syaoran.jpg" width="295" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111796443337678835?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111796443337678835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111796443337678835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111796443337678835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111796443337678835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111796443337678835' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111786843412949251</id><published>2005-06-04T15:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-04T15:00:34.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Nakakainis!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nakakainis&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;... Grrr... Ang daya ng mommy ko&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;... Hinugasan niya yung mga plato na dapat hugasan ni Trisha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;... May favoritism talaga sa pamilyang to&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;.... Madurugas talaga yang lecheng Trishang yan&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;... Sinadya niyang hindi hugasan para may maghugas para sa kanya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;.... ANG DAYA&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;... Welga ako&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="Arial" size="2"&gt;!!!... Ang tamad-tamad talaga niya!!!... Akala nila maghuhugas ako ngayon??? NO WAY!!!... I'll be fair... Di rin ako magtratrabaho!!!... dodoblehin ko pa!!!.. Hindi rin ako maghuhugas bukas!!!... Ang daya talaga!!!... NAKAKAINIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: WaLa...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: WaLa...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: Sa KaPaTiD kOnG nAnGaAsAr...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111786843412949251?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111786843412949251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111786843412949251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111786843412949251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111786843412949251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111786843412949251' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111780131891254424</id><published>2005-06-03T20:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:21:58.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ang Weird Ng Name Ng Section Ko...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Diocese of Kalibo??? Ano'ko taga-Panay?? Sabagay, yung Boracay nasa Panay... At wala namang 'bobo' meaning yung section ko... Tulad nalang ng upo, kamatis at kamote noh... Natural lang siguro yung 'Diocese of Kalibo' sa mga Cathoilc Schools... Pero kung ako tatanungin, sana Faith, Hope at Charity nalang... PARA STA. CLA DATING....  Si Tirre, napunta sa Homo section, yung star section ba... Ako, di sinabi kung ano yung star section ng third year eh... Pakelam ko ba dun... Ayoko nga mapunta dun eh... kasi, wala akong pag-asa mag top :P ... hehehe... Nadownload ko na rin sa wakas yung Kazaa... Binura kasi ng tatay ko last month yung Kazaa ko... hmph... yan tuloy... di ako maka-download ng mga mp3.... miss na miss ko na Kazaa ko... At siyempre yung bestfriend ko rin... Uuwi na nga pala sa Angeli sa JUNE 5... Yehey... may ka-chismis nanaman ako... Sige... Yun lang... Wala kasi ako sa mood magisip eh...&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: Sa TaWa Ni TrIsHa... Parang loka2...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111780131891254424?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111780131891254424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111780131891254424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111780131891254424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111780131891254424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111780131891254424' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111771032775329019</id><published>2005-06-02T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T19:05:27.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Things I'll Surely Miss About Summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I'll surely miss about summer..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;No Classes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Long TV Hours - I'll miss the morning cartoons... especially Nadja&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Francis - That guy from Nadja... he's soooo cute...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="310" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y206/d_famatigan/francis.gif" width="85" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img height="257" src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y206/d_famatigan/nadja.gif" width="98" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y206/d_famatigan/kurobara.gif" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blog Layout Editing - I won't have enough time to change my layout as often as I used to&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Playing Gameboy Everyday - I have to study....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sleeping During Noon - I still have after-lunch classes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Surfing The Internet For Hours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Reading My Old Fan Fictions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The Sun - to dry my clothes fast&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enough Free Time To Do Almost Everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;THE YFC ILC - I wish I could go next year, but the venue's in Davao.... aagghhh...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Beaches, Pools And Other Tourist Spots&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;ANY ADDITIONS???... YOU CAN ALWAYS POST A COMMENT.... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111771032775329019?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111771032775329019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111771032775329019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111771032775329019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111771032775329019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111771032775329019' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111761814892899411</id><published>2005-06-01T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:29:08.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Yes...Allowance Is Back&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Bwahahahaha... I've finally finished labeling and covering all my new school things&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;... I can't believe it's only 5 days before I come to my new classroom; meet new friends; make assingments, seatworks, essays, and lots of other stuff&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/ashamed.gif" border="0" /&gt;... And of course, lets no forget my favorite thing about coming back to school.... I'll finally have that allowance that I've been craving for a long, long time&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/2c.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/dollar.gif" border="0" /&gt;.... bwahahahaha.... I can finally buy comics and anime goodies again&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/slaphappy.gif" border="0" /&gt;... Not like during summer, I was saving up just to buy my monthly comics worth P150... bwahahahaha.... THANK YOU, LORD.... moneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoneymoney....&lt;img src="http://s.tabulas.com/ik/smilies/yellow/big.gif" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111761814892899411?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111761814892899411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111761814892899411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111761814892899411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111761814892899411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111761814892899411' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111753992761782988</id><published>2005-05-31T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T19:45:27.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;School Panic...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Shock!!! My mom just told me yesterday evening that our first day will be on June 6.... I didn't expect this... I thought it'll be on June 13... agghhh... I was panicking... I barely started making my name tags... So I started printing name tags and covering my books... Tomorrow, I'll do my notebooks, and re-check all the things that I forgot to buy... Good thing I'm a fast worker during last minutes... In this case, it's the last week.... sigh... I getting more and more nervous... What if I don't fit in??? What if I don't find any friends??? What if I don't make it to the honor students list??? NNNNOOOO!!!!!!..... or worse, what if I make a mistake on my first day and end up as a laughing stock???? me.... nah... That could never happen... But incase it does, I'll just use my talents to prove them wrong... After all, I have too many&lt;br /&gt;( sorry for being too boastful )... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111753992761782988?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111753992761782988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111753992761782988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111753992761782988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111753992761782988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111753992761782988' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111744899192062874</id><published>2005-05-30T18:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T18:29:51.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just Like Any Vacation Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Nothing interesting happened today... I feel bored 'coz I miss my favorite school ( Saint Claire School... Not SHAP!!! Not ever!!! Not in a million years!!! )... But I'm also a little bit scared 'coz I'm new and I don't know if I'll fit in ( I really hope so )... Anyway, just like I said, it's just a typical summer vacation day... The only difference is, it's no longer summer, it's a little bit darker and rain is all over the grounds... Chores... Chores... Chores... Is all I ever do... and after a long day of doing chores, I marinate myself in front of the computer for an hour or two... Typing... Typing... Typing... Whatever I want to say and whatever I want to express and post them all into my blogs... Then, it's back to chores... sigh... I'm getting tired of this... I hope school starts soon... Then doing chores will finally be over... Only during weekdays... I'll have to resume when weekend comes... Simply because... ''That's life!''...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: FuLl HoUsE...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111744899192062874?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111744899192062874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111744899192062874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111744899192062874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111744899192062874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111744899192062874' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111737018421636112</id><published>2005-05-29T20:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T20:36:24.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Star Wars 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've just watched Star Wars Episode 3, and it's great!!! First I was having second thoughts about watching the movie 'coz my whole family were all going to watch Madagascar... But there was a voice inside whispering &amp;quot;watch Star Wars, watch Star Wars, it' far more excitng than that!!!&amp;quot;. And when I finally finished the movie, I knew that Star Wars wasn't the wrong choice. My family were all finished with their after movie snack when I came out fo the theater... They were already shopping for school lunch boxes. Anyway, I bought Star Wars Episode 4 and 5 yesterday to continue the saga. I wasn't interested in it when I was little so it's my first time to see the old Star Wars movies. I've already finished watching S.W.4... I'll watch the 5th movie tomorrow... Then, I'll buy the 6th one to know how it ends. I'll buy Episodes 1,2 and 3 last 'coz I've watched all of them. Besides, their easy to find 'coz they're all new....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111737018421636112?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111737018421636112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111737018421636112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111737018421636112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111737018421636112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111737018421636112' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111725756674614676</id><published>2005-05-28T13:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T13:19:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Leche Dito!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ahh... Nag brown-out kanina... It rained so hard kasi... Buti nalang may kurywnte na ulit... Kaya nga nakainternet na ako eh... I love the rainy season... It's so comfy because of the cold climate... At naalala ko yung Quezon City dahil madalas umulas dun... Kaya lang, madalas mag brown-out because of the rain... Just like what happened kanina... I just talked to my cousin Faye, sabi ko gawan ko siya ng web blog... Sabi ko seyno nakakaadik eh!!!! Anyway, sana makausap ko na sina Peter at Rachel... kasi puro si Kristal nalang kausap ko... ano ba yan... Naghahanap kasi ako ng kausap eh... kaya pati itong blog ko, tinagalog ko na... usually, nagsisingit lang ako ng 2-3 lines na tagalog... eh ngayon, tinagalog ko na yung buong post ko for today... Lonely kasi pag malayo ka sa hometown mo... Tulad ko... Bat kasi lumitpat pa kami dito sa Pasig eh... Galit ako sa lugar na toh!!! Ayoko na dito!!! Ibalik niyo ako sa Mahal kong QUEZON CITY!!! :_( At isa pa... di ko naman alam kung anong number nina Peter at Rachel... Buti nga natatandaan ko payung number ni Kristal eh... Tapos, itong si Angeli, nagbakasyon pa sa States!!!! Kawawa naman ako!!! Kasi eh!!! Palipat-lipat pa kami dito sa Pasig!!!! Masaya na nga ako sa Quezon City!!!! LECHE TALAGA!!! Pag laki ko, Babalik ako sa Q.C.!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: AlL i AsK oF YoU...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111725756674614676?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111725756674614676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111725756674614676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111725756674614676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111725756674614676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111725756674614676' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111719679379024517</id><published>2005-05-27T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T20:26:33.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Blog Editing... Naka2adik!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;It first started out by just editing my tabulas blog... I was not contented by the plain way my blog looks like... Then I saw my friend's blog... It was Harry Potter themed... It looks soooo cool... I called her up and she told me where she got it. I went to the site and searched for Card Captor Sakura templates.... eversince I successfully edited my blog, I wanted to do more.... After I finished, I made another blog and did the same.... Right now, I own three... It still didn't finish... I edited my sister's blog.... and my third blog.... and now.... I made a blog for my friend (by request)... aaggghhh!!!! what is happening!!! I seem addicted to blog editing!!!! HHHEEELLLPPPP!!!&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111719679379024517?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111719679379024517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111719679379024517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111719679379024517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111719679379024517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111719679379024517' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111710784113890837</id><published>2005-05-26T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T19:44:01.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Solo Ko Computer!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;My dad had to go out of town coz he's got to check out a projet site or something... and I'm so happy coz he's out all day!!!&amp;nbsp;SOLO KO COMPUTER BUONG ARAW!!!! Anyway,&amp;nbsp;I'm done fixing my blogs.... &amp;nbsp;nung isang araw pa.... and my sister's begging me to&amp;nbsp;teach her!!!! well, you know&amp;nbsp;me... I declined... but my mom said that if I don't teach her, i'd have to fix her blog... I have no choice... it's either i just give away my editing skills or fix her blog... and obviously I picked to fix her blog... and I'm doing it right now.... well,,,,, i've got lots of editing to do... bye now!!!&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg... StIlL wAiTiNg FoR hArRy PoTteR tO Be ReLeAsD&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: ThOuSaNd MiLeS...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111710784113890837?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111710784113890837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111710784113890837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111710784113890837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111710784113890837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111710784113890837' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111702470386731359</id><published>2005-05-25T20:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:38:23.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New School...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;BWHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! I'm finally transfering!!!!! after all the hardships I've gone throu the &amp;quot;HELL SCHOOL&amp;quot; I've been in!!!! FINALLY!!!! My wish has came true!!! PAALAM NA SA DATI KONG ISKWELAHAN KUNG SAAN ANG MGA TAO'Y LAGING NAMAMLASTIK!!!! BAWHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111702470386731359?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111702470386731359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111702470386731359' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111702470386731359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111702470386731359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111702470386731359' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111702441018116424</id><published>2005-05-25T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T20:33:30.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Check Up...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I went to the doctor(my godfather :)&amp;nbsp;)&amp;nbsp;today. I had a check up on *something.... I thought I had this kind of ailment or something.... but THANK GOD I'M OKAY!!!&lt;p&gt;Currently Watching: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Reading: nOtHiNg...&lt;br/&gt;Currently Listening: nOtHiNg...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111702441018116424?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111702441018116424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111702441018116424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111702441018116424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111702441018116424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111702441018116424' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111694215876002052</id><published>2005-05-24T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:42:38.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;I went to Nasugbu, Batangas for the past 2 days so I wasn't able to update my blog. So I just put an insperational message and a survey to fill it in... I got it from friendster... I'm still fixing some problems on my templates. HOPEFULLY tomorrow I'll be done..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111694215876002052?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111694215876002052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111694215876002052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111694215876002052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111694215876002052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694215876002052' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111694203653839682</id><published>2005-05-24T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:40:36.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SuRveY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br/&gt;BIO&lt;br /&gt; A. Basic Info&lt;br /&gt; Name: Diane Isabel B. Famatigan&lt;br /&gt; Nickname: Diane, Isabel, Iane&lt;br /&gt; Birthday: May 15, 1990&lt;br /&gt; Birthplace: Quezon City&lt;br /&gt; Hobbies: Surfing the net, Drawing, Eating, Reading, Sleeping&lt;br /&gt; Sport/s: none... (but I woul really love to try archery)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; B. Favorites&lt;br /&gt; Actors/Actresses&lt;br /&gt; - Local: Japoy Lizardo&lt;br /&gt; -Foreign: Daniel Radcliffe!!1&lt;br /&gt; Movies: Harry Potter!!! &lt;br /&gt; TV Shows: CCS, Daa! Daa! Daa!, Full House, Endless Love... Many to mention... &lt;br /&gt; Singers: Donna Lewis&lt;br /&gt; Song: At The Beginning&lt;br /&gt; Music: Any&lt;br /&gt; Book: Harry Potter!!!!&lt;br /&gt; Author: J.K.Rowling, Roald Dahl&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; C. Personal&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Adjectives that best describe you: &lt;br /&gt; Cubby, Friendly&lt;br /&gt; Fashion: any&lt;br /&gt; Pet/s: Hamster&lt;br /&gt; Fears: ipis!!! and other yuckeeeee insects&lt;br /&gt; Most treasured item: My Anime/Comic Books Collection&lt;br /&gt; Unforgettable childhood memory: Secret&lt;br /&gt; Goals: To Be an ARCHITECT... and be Rich!!! bwahahahaha!!!&lt;br /&gt; II. Q &amp; A&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What is your biggest frustration/regret? &lt;br /&gt; ++ don't remember...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What do most people don't know about you? &lt;br /&gt; ++ don't know...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What is your most unforgettable &lt;br /&gt; moment/experience? &lt;br /&gt; ++ umm...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What do you value most? &lt;br /&gt; ++ family, friends, SYAORAN and DANIEL RADCLIFFE!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; What do you want to achieve? &lt;br /&gt; ++ My dreams...&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111694203653839682?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111694203653839682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111694203653839682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111694203653839682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111694203653839682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111694203653839682' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12415148.post-111691819912064981</id><published>2005-05-20T15:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T15:03:19.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Guy Who Loves You The guy who love you, can't tell you the reasonwhy he love you. he only knew that, in his eyes,you are the only oneThe guy who love you, actually always make youmad, but he do never know what stupid thing didhe done, as everything he done, is for your owngood.The guy who love you, seldom praise you , but inhis heart, you are the best, only he know it,The guy who love you, will scold or complaint ifyou din't reply his message but others, becausehe cares.The guy who love you , Only drop his tears infrontof you, when you try to wipe his tears, you aretouching his heart , the heart which beat for you.The guy who love you , will remember every wordusaid , even its accidentally. and he will use theword always at the nick of time.The guy who love you, will not give any promisethat easily, because they don't want to break thepromise, they want you to believe him and theywant to give you the happiest and safest life everafter.The guy who love you, always tell you not to thinktoo much, because they already plan it for you, hewant to give u the best life in the future, he wantto give you a suprise, belive him that he can do it.The guy who love you, maybe can't rememberspeciall occasion like somekind of anniversary,but , he do know that, every second he live, he'sloving you, no matter what day is todayThe guy who love you, won't said " i love you" thateasily, because everything he done for you isshowing that he love you already, but only he willtell the word at the special situation, because hedun wan u to misunderstand, he want u to knowthat he love you.The guy who really love you, will feel that,sometimes, something hav to tell for only once,because he thought that u might alreadyunderstand him, if talk so much, he will feel thattheres nothing you will cherish.The guy who love you, will go to airport to fetchyou, he won't carry a bunch a rose and call youdarling like what you expect. but he will carry yourludgage and ask you " why are you becoming thatthin within two days?" with his sincere heart.The boy who love you, will listen quietly to you,when you are mad, and when you finished, he willsaid, you still got class tomorrow, sleep earlier .with smile.The boy who love you, don't know that whetherhe should call you when you are angry, but he willsent a message to you after few hours, if you askhim why he call that late, he will said, when youare angry, my explanation are all rubbish. Butwhen you calm down, my explanation will onlyreally works.The boy who love you, always call you little girl,but everytime he want to make a big decision, hewill first want to hear your advice.The guy who love you, don't like little toy like teddybear, but he will always put the bear you gift himat his bed.The guy who love you, while quarelling, he willapologize uncontrollably, althought you are the onewho's wrong, and later, he will sent a message toyou with " baby, actually you know its your fault,you know it urself "The guy who love you, while really miss you, hewill want to buy a bunch of rose and wait youstupidly under your apartment.but he neverknows , what he bought is daisy, but doesn'tmatter, because in his heart, that's roses.The guy who love you, seldom said sweet words,but you know, his kisses already transfer his allpassion to you.The guy who love you , if he can't always seeyou, he will try to make himself busy, for not tohave any time to remember you, because heknew, if he did, he will keep on missing you untilhe could do nothing.GALs in crush, love, do you think the guy who'sbeside you do really love you? if yes, wish youhave the happiest day ever after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12415148-111691819912064981?l=dianefamatigan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/feeds/111691819912064981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12415148&amp;postID=111691819912064981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111691819912064981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12415148/posts/default/111691819912064981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dianefamatigan.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111691819912064981' title=''/><author><name>Diane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04916958716003324749</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
