<?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-11648063</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:53:21.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>jUsT 'd WaY i Am</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111702689537844837</id><published>2005-05-25T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T03:05:02.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pose of the day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/poseoftheday.jpg" /&gt;                                 &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/pose_of_the_day.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:6;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;pose of the day!!! hahaha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/justloseit.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11648063-111702689537844837?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111702689537844837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111702689537844837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111702689537844837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111702689537844837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/05/pose-of-day.html' title='pose of the day...'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111567117671674661</id><published>2005-05-09T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T08:18:22.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sulking....in a corner</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/sad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;*** bad scenario: others insult people who are close to you... worse scenario: what they say about that person is true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***people think you're livin' like a queen.. but when you have a reality check, you ain't livin' like that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;***something's façade shows a very beautiful site.. but when you see it's insides, it's gross... that you can't even bear lookin' at it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;--&gt; Do these things sound familiar? If it does, well, WELCOME TO THE CLUB!!! &lt;--&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:20;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;***it's sad when people come and eventually goes... especially when you are holding on to their promise that they won't leave you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;***it's so overwhelming when they say "I care"... only to find out in the end that they don't mean it, those were just plain words... &lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: Wingdings; mso-ascii-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-hansi-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-char-type: symbolfont-family:Wingdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol;font-family:Wingdings;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I hate:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol style="MARGIN-TOP: 0in" type="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Plastic people!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those who always break their promises...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Judgmental people..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those who don't want me to be happy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;People who puts me down...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those who doesn't realize their family's worth... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conceited people...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Users"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mang-aagaw&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; tab-stops: list .5in"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those who don't like me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt; TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;* Why is there such a thing as sadness? Can't we just live a life that's according to what we expect it to be? We all want to be loved but most of the time we are rejected and left behind. We all want to live our dreams but we'll just fall flat on the floor and realize that those dreams ain't for us. We all want to laugh or just smile but oftentimes we cry. There are some who love to please people but would just realize that they ain't appreciated. Well, I guess that's the meaning of life. Things don't happen as how they are expected. But that doesn't mean that we should be sad 'cause that's the challenge of life. You see, I won't forget this thing that someone taught me. "You can find perfection through imperfections". We can't have a perfect life but if we just learn to see the beauty in life's imperfection, then that's exactly what we are aiming and really dreaming of.*&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&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/11648063-111567117671674661?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111567117671674661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111567117671674661' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111567117671674661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111567117671674661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/05/sulkingin-corner_09.html' title='sulking....in a corner'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111541094448337914</id><published>2005-05-06T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T13:28:51.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a Bobson Reunion :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;hey, bobson friends, if your're lookin' at this, i bet you also remember the songs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;----&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SHUT UP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;----&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;JUST &lt;/span&gt;THE &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;WAY &lt;/span&gt;YOU &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;ARE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;----&amp;gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;YEAH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;haha.. :-)     well, it just popped to my mind..&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/bobson.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just saw the pics that Jaylyn sent us... i was so &lt;em&gt;aliw&lt;/em&gt; that i made a collage.. haha... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anyway, you guys are lookin' at the images of my Bobson hunnies... hehe... they are Yra Cruz, Jaylyn Diquiatco, Arthur Solinap, Clint Albert, Ivan Siy, Jaymie Page, Alexis Page, Rhea Nakpil and Farah Ramos (that's me!!!)... anyway, these are taken from my debut... and oh, you can also spot our loving Ate Tetchie and Noelle Samson there...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/11648063-111541094448337914?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111541094448337914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111541094448337914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111541094448337914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111541094448337914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/05/bobson-reunion.html' title='a Bobson Reunion :)'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111528249132490699</id><published>2005-05-05T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T01:48:07.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>on our way back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;we were laughing soooooooooo hard last night when we were on our way home from Zambales!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ate lena's sleeping position was so funny!! tita tessie couldn't see her.. she laughed so loud when she tried to look at ate lena cuz she couldn't see anything.. she went "lena, san ka?? hindi kita makita".. ate lena said "kaya pag may giyera (tama ba?) hindi ako mamamatay kasi hindi nila ako agad makikita".. then my tita asked her, "e pano kung ikaw nalang ung natitirang buhay?" she answered, "tatayo nalang ako at magpapakita.. sasabihin ko nalang sa kanila na patayin nalang nila ako.. ayoko namang mabuhay mag-isa no!!" then we all started laughing!! haha..&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/11648063-111528249132490699?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111528249132490699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111528249132490699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111528249132490699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111528249132490699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/05/on-our-way-back-home.html' title='on our way back home'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111553893213876245</id><published>2005-05-02T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T01:23:34.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>camille's debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/camillesparty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;*chau, choie and fie!!*&lt;br /&gt;(charlene, joie and farah)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New, Courier, mono;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i don't have a pic with the debutante.. hehe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;anyway,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I'm so tired!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iive just been to my pretty, beautiful, sexy and gorgeous bestfriend's debut party.. it was one of the debut parties wherein I really had a great time.. well, yes, I am so tired right now but it's okay cuz I had the best time ever (I'm talking about my bestfriend's party, mind you!!).. oh, i forgot to mention her name.. she's Camille Alejo, by the way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't get it.. why is it that when I had my speech, I dint cry?? Haha.. crazy question huh?? i think it's just because I don't get too emotional whenever I speak in front of a crowd.. I am like that.. but her.... ahem ahem.. she is my exact opposite!! I remember she cried during her speech on my debut.. her tears flowed endlessly! And kanina, while I was doing mine, shes got misty eyes.. she was about to cry again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite part was when we were partying.. we danced and danced and danced.. even Aimee, Corinne and Katrina joined us.. I was so stunned when Corinne danced!! She so rocked!! It was, actually, the first time I saw her dance like that!! It was so much fun!! It was so corny, though, cuz Jasmin, Tracy, Tricia, Maricris, Xyriz, Charlene and Ice went home too early!!! They dint get to party as much as we did!! Joie and I were so hyper!! And I think Joie was so happy cuz there was this guy who kept on dancing with her.. he would even ask us where she was whenever he couldnt see her!! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I'm already home, I can't stop thinkin' about what happened a while ago.. and I just cant believe that we're already 18!! By the end of the year, all of my classmates already reached our age!! Whoah!! Were 18??? Time flies so fast right?!! I just feel like it was just yesterday when we were just playing Chinese garter along the waiting area of our school.. we were grade schoolers then.. and now, more and more responsibilities come and will keep on coming our ways! So, I wrote in the signature board that Camille and I will stay bestfriends til we get old.. I told her I could picture our future when we're already rich.. we are soooo successful in our chosen careers.. and whenever we have free time, we would travel with our husbands and kids to different countries.. we would just spend our moolah and have fun!! Then we would sit down by the end of the day and reminisce about what happened today which would be referred to as one of "the good ol' days" already.. and remember about the high school days when we would be called "the amo" (Camille) and her pet doggie (that's me).. haha!! I am her doggie cuz dog's daw are man's bestfriend.. yih! I am her doggie and I'm proud of that cuz our duo was one of the best in our batch!! We were known as the best partners in our batch and even inside the court.. she used to be the setter and I was her spiker.. hah! I gotta admit that the way I spike before was so funny!! But hey, we were still considered as the best buddies!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11648063-111553893213876245?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111553893213876245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111553893213876245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111553893213876245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111553893213876245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/05/camilles-debut_02.html' title='camille&apos;s debut'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111468938587107010</id><published>2005-04-28T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:20:51.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a trip to Divisoria!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;i just got home from divisoria!! yey!! i was real real excited to go there cuz the last time i went there was like 2 to 3 years ago.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;there are really cute finds in there... all i did was "magtu-turo"!! haha.. it ain't bad naman cuz the prices were so low.. they don't look cheap though.. and what makes it more enjoyable was my two great titas buy them for me.. yeah, that was the best part of it.. i just chose anything that i like, fitted them without thinking about how much i'm gonna spend.. haha.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;divisoria is a cheaper and bigger version of greenhills.. but of course, it doesn't mean that imma forget about greenhills.. there are still lotsa things in there that you can't find in divi.. but one thing's for sure, i'll go back to divisoria!! haha..&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/11648063-111468938587107010?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111468938587107010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111468938587107010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111468938587107010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111468938587107010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/04/trip-to-divisoria.html' title='a trip to Divisoria!!'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111458779862234258</id><published>2005-04-27T15:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T00:43:18.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i missed training.. owww :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;i wasn't able to attend volley training today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;daym, i have prepared my things and i'm really on the go for training this morning.. but no one woke me up so i got up at 9:30 a.m.!! dammit... i already miss the &lt;em&gt;oh so hirap&lt;/em&gt; circuits that we always have (weird huh?) and the massage from coach jhe right after training... haha... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;anyway, i'm just stuck at home right now.. just bumming around... but imma watch a flick later and go to Baclaran tonight so it's alright... at least i have things to do today.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#006600;"&gt;OMG i haven't gone shopping for looooong! i wasnt able to update my closet... haha.. i'm such a shopaholic!! i just wish i'd have money so i can visit greenhills... and buy everythin in there!! yih!! haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;at last, i think imma go to boracay in june cuz my cousin from the states wants us to go there!! yey!! hopefully, my titas will give us money cuz it's really expensive!! oh, i really wanna go there!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11648063-111458779862234258?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111458779862234258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111458779862234258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111458779862234258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111458779862234258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-missed-training-owww_111458779862234258.html' title='i missed training.. owww :('/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111434677794205658</id><published>2005-04-24T05:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:25:46.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>selosa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i just don't understand why i'm like this.... thought i'm not like this anymore.... until.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember i used to be possessive with my friends... you know, i don't like the idea wherein my close friends get real real close with my other close friends... WHEN they act like they are CLOSE and they would make me feel like i'm out of the picture... ya know what i mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got to admit i'm &lt;em&gt;selosa&lt;/em&gt;... i thought i'm not anymore... but because of this thing............., oh, well, im back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright.. let's talk about it... i have this close friend... and recently, i observe that we don't talk and even go out anymore... what shocked me was when i heard this other friend of mine talking to someone and guess what??? they're talking as if they're soooooo close to each other.... oh yeah, so they're like the best of friends now huh?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11648063-111434677794205658?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111434677794205658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111434677794205658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111434677794205658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111434677794205658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/04/selosa.html' title='selosa...'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111368038054019706</id><published>2005-04-16T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-16T12:39:40.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gray day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;fight..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;yeah..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;bluf!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;people should leave me alone... they should let me do the things i wanna do.... be with the people i wanna be with.... experience LIFE -- as how i understand it! fuck!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i know how to choose my friends... i definitely wouldn't allow myself to be surrounded by those who would just teach me foolishness.. i have a BRAIN for god's sake!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;i remember a story i read before.. a relative of this girl asked her "how do you act in front of your friends considering they're this and that.... bla bla bla....?" well i won't write the rest of the story but you know, if they really are FRIENDS then there's no reason why the girl would transform into another kind of person when in front of them... i mean, they are her friends... if those people would just continue thinking that way and they would tell her to steer clear from those friends of hers, then ain't they putting the girl in a situation that she would feel like she's transforming into another kind of person when she's with those people (who asked her about her friends) from then on?? i mean think of this: if the relative thinks that she's changing because of her friends, then wouldn't the girl think that she has to prove something to her relatives that she hasn't (changed)?? then she would just end up trying to please them and do the things that she ain't doing, right??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;oh well, mine's a different story... i just feel like they don't want me to enjoy... and the worst part is that i feel like i'm so far from them... not because i did something.. but i think they're pushing me away... i'm not telling that they are doing these things but i just FEEL that way!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11648063-111368038054019706?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111368038054019706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111368038054019706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111368038054019706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111368038054019706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/04/gray-day.html' title='gray day...'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111346580446201188</id><published>2005-04-14T00:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:06:19.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>she's leavin'</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;i have lotsa friends who went to another country and stayed there for good... &lt;hi&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember merille's despedida.. haha.. maja and i hosted it (oh my god, i hosted? what the?? haha).. my favorite part was the fashion show... haha.. we asked her other friends to do the ramp.. and well, the berksclickcup (the name of our "barkada") was last... we imitated merille like how she walks and f'corz her bloopers while she's onstage and during rehearsals!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the unforgettable part was when we had lunch with her folks.. it was the most quiet day in my entire life!! on the way home, my bro, her boyfriend and i dint speak to each other... when we finally reached our house, her boyfriend stayed in our place... i called merille to say bye... but i wasn't able to utter any word when she picked up the phone... i just cried!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the funny part... she just stayed there for months and went back to the Philippines.. haha.. but she left again.. and this time it's for good.. but nothing changed.. we still talk to each other..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, it's meanne's turn.. she's one of my closest friends in Miriam.. she's not yet sure if she's gonna stay there for good though.. but it still makes me feel sad.. i really hope that she'll come back.. i'll miss the "tres marias calientes" (three hot marias), one of my "bebs".. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;and so we went out last tuesday.. it was like her despedida.. 'twas fun but there were quiet moments... oh i'm gonna miss her for sure!! but i hope we'd still get to go out before she leaves..&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/11648063-111346580446201188?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111346580446201188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111346580446201188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111346580446201188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111346580446201188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/04/shes-leavin.html' title='she&apos;s leavin&apos;'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111324440171520574</id><published>2005-04-11T11:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:41:33.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my dream debut</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;last march 20, 2005 (yeah, i know medyo matagal na), i had my dream debut...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;it was hosted by my pretty bebs chantal and meanne... actually, meanne thought of a better name for us: "tres marias".. WHY? it's because of our names... farah marie, mary anne and marie chantal... haha... yeah... the "crazy MC trio" as how meanne describes us... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i really had a blast!!! all of the important people in my life were there... my batchmates from Mother of Divine Providence School, my neighbors from St. Mary Subd., my Miriam College Volleyball Varsity Teammates, my Bobson friends, my relatives, family and... the last treasure: my father!!! (i got to admit that i cried!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;there was a fashion show. it was directed by tito larry asistin.. at the first part of the show, the models were my friends (who are not models)... they were Liza Costa, Charlene Velas, Fred Marc and Poten... and at the 2nd part was.... ahem, my Bobson co-models! i was so thrilled cuz we were complete at my birthday.. the "original group" (as we call it)... after them was my turn... it felt weird because that was the first time that i felt THAT nervous while doing the ramp... i was shaking!! i was nervous and excited at the sight of all the dearest people before me... i was even proud doing the catwalk as i am in an Avel Bacudio creation... it was HOOOTTTT PIINK!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;i almost cried when my "dude", Maja, was delivering her speech... she even said "&lt;em&gt;Hindi po ako magiging Maja S. kung hindi dahil kay Farah&lt;/em&gt;"... and even all the things that she said after that made my heart melt that i wanted to stand up and hug her that time... but i dint do it cuz we will just end up crying!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;that was the time when i felt the true meaning of having a "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11648063-111324440171520574?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111324440171520574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111324440171520574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111324440171520574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111324440171520574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-dream-debut.html' title='my dream debut'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11648063.post-111324242240388361</id><published>2005-04-11T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T11:00:22.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>newbie...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;haha... i'm a newbie here... actually, i have thought and planned of making a blog before... but i've got no idea on what to write.... haha.. and so now that i'm freakin' bored, i finally decided to make one...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11648063-111324242240388361?l=foxybeybie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/feeds/111324242240388361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11648063&amp;postID=111324242240388361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111324242240388361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11648063/posts/default/111324242240388361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://foxybeybie.blogspot.com/2005/04/newbie.html' title='newbie...'/><author><name>sweet_hunnie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11030205215253626500</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/baby_fie/perfect.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
