<?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-3093293809313888356</id><updated>2011-08-19T03:51:56.902-07:00</updated><category term='diary'/><category term='problem'/><title type='text'>infectious vibrance</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-8801510530200453800</id><published>2010-11-21T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T04:09:08.928-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='diary'/><title type='text'>Memorable Dates</title><content type='html'>November 15, 2010 - My Birthday&lt;div&gt;November 18, 2010 - Qualified for Biotech's Young Researchers and Innovators&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 19, 2010 - Went to Butuan for preparation for XU's Exam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 20, 2010 - Entrance Exams Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;November 21, 2010 - Down with Love Movie Marathon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dates above will be posted soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093293809313888356-8801510530200453800?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/8801510530200453800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/11/memorable-dates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/8801510530200453800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/8801510530200453800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/11/memorable-dates.html' title='Memorable Dates'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-1331213259520452296</id><published>2010-05-24T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T23:39:57.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This morning was my cousin's wedding. We're having fun especially in picture taking. And also of course! Our tummies we're very full of delicious foods. After that we headed home and sung in our videoke. When clock strikes 3 in the afternoon, I immediatley went to our piano school and attend the rehearsals. Our session ended late that's why me, kring2x, and era decided to take a snack in luneta park. We eat ngoyong and drin shake. After taking that break, we decided to went home. During that time, Kring2x invited me to watch "FUSION" where my friend Ronica was in it. So I said "okay but i still need to ask permission from my parents." After that conversation, we saw our friend Kevin Sam heading to our way. We greeted each other then we separated. Me and kring went to our destination while Keb went to city gym. I already got home and was looking for my parents but they're not there so i texted them and asked permission. Then I ate, and went to city gym. I payed 25 Php for the tickets and went inside. I saw kring2 coming to me. Then she guide me to our sits. I found my friends there. Walter, Ricca, Geianne, Kevin, Una, Keshia, Helen, and Kring's bf and his friend. We enjoy watching it because it's a fashion show. I love their attire but yet dissapointed because I thought all of it was all summer attires but yet to my dismay it's not. They include wedding gowns, prom dresses, and santa crusan attire. But with the help of my friends, they make it more alive by teasing dancers. But not that harsh just making fun. And when the show ended, we bid goodbyes and i congratulate my friend model Ronica for the success of the show. I went home alone and that's the sad part. Neh! I don't care! As long as this day is a happy and unforgettable day of my life :))'|&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3093293809313888356-1331213259520452296?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/1331213259520452296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/1331213259520452296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/1331213259520452296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/05/what-day.html' title='What a Day!'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-3580949563119634494</id><published>2010-03-27T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T21:42:34.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I HATE U! virus…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;There I was, listening music in the net and trying to download it when suddenly a security tool pops up. It said there, &lt;em&gt;“your PC is infected please activate.”&lt;/em&gt; Thinking that clicking &lt;strong&gt;activate &lt;/strong&gt;is the best way to remove those infections, so I clicked it but it said there you’ll have to buy Security Tool in an amount of 19$ which is impossible to get! &lt;em&gt;*You know, I’m here in the Philippines so I don’t have dollars!*&lt;/em&gt; So I just click the “Continue w/o updating”. But to my shock, the window always came up all over and over again. It already get into my nerves! And also I felt nervous of what my parent’s reaction once they knew that my computer was infected. I just sat in my chair, and trying to be calm. I will found some other ways to delete or remove this virus. I calmly searched in the net even though the security tool always came up. And thank God I found it. This site is “bleepingcomputer.com”. It helps you on how removing malwares like Security Tool. I follow the steps and vualah! it’s a SUCCESS! I successfully deleted the security tool! Yehey! Thank you so much bleepingcomputer.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you also experienced these kind of stuffs, please visit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bleepingcomputer.com/virus-removal/remove-security-tool" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.bleepingcomputer.com/virus-removal/remove-security-tool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hope in a simple way, this can help you^^&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/3093293809313888356-3580949563119634494?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/3580949563119634494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-u-virus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/3580949563119634494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/3580949563119634494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hate-u-virus.html' title='I HATE U! virus…'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-6587402013781942171</id><published>2010-03-13T03:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T03:40:23.082-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='problem'/><title type='text'>what a problem?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last March 12, 2010, we're facing huge problems. Like our projects, assignments, and requirements for our subjects. We panicked, and we don't know what to do. We just go and do this and that. But still nothing happened. Some things were not yet settle. So what we did is to make our project in my friend's house. When we got there, we waited for few minutes for others to come. While waiting, my phone rung. The registered number was unknown. And I thought the one calling me was my friend. So I acted normally. But the language my friend used is a tagalog. And I don't know why he's speaking like that in fact he's a bisaya. So I did the same thinking that it was just a joke. Suddenly, he asked that my ex-boyfriend will come back in April. And I replied that he will not. He also asked me why I answered him (my X), I told him "secret" but later on I found myself telling the truth why I answered him. The reason was I've got a huge crush on him before but now the feeling was gone. Before the conversation ended, he told me that I must get ready when my X comes back. I replied, "Ba't naman ako maghahanda? I'm always ready naman ah!". After those last words, the phone ring was cut. I made a big breath after that conversation and then went back to my friends. We finished answering the project when suddenly a text message showed up in my phone. When I looked whose the one who sent it, it was my X! The message tells that the one who called me earlier wasn't my friend but instead it was him! I was shocked! How embrassing, I just comfronted my X! I didn't reply to his message, I just pushed my back to the soft sofa and told my friends what happened...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After telling them, we decided to leave and go to our teacher's house to submit our project. We found their house but the problem was there's no people inside. And their neighbors were starting to asked us. After that, we made a choice. We left our projects to our teacher's neighbor. And the problem was, hope that he will give it directly to our teacher. If not, we're so dead! Ahhh! What a day! What a problem!!!&lt;br /&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/3093293809313888356-6587402013781942171?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/6587402013781942171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-problem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/6587402013781942171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/6587402013781942171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-problem.html' title='what a problem?'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-7844915079856022030</id><published>2010-03-02T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:18:06.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tricycle incident - lovestrukk!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;      &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Me and my friends were riding a tricycle in going home. We chatted, franked jokes for a while, and then looked outside. When we passed by the elementary school, a motorcycle with two guyz on it were behind us. When I looked who's in it, I was lovestrukk! The second guy was my long-time crush. And his looking right through me. My heart pumps too much adrenaline, I almost got&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a heart attack and geez the guy was still so handsome. And then I looked again at him, I heard him say something. It sounded like "nakz" but I'm not sure with it. Then I tell my friend Marj about the second guy. I told her directly that "Marj, that guy was my crush, his the "Tell me your name" guy!" Marj looked shock,so she looked to the guy. She was amazed when he saw how handsome he is. We just found out their motorcycle was beside us. I looked in the side window, and bang! I saw his beautiful dimples, long nose, brown eyes, and nice smile! Ayy! I almost melted! Too bad they went on our opposite direction. Me and my friends just scream after the incident.. Wooh! What did just happened out there? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;            After a few second,  I remember that today is March! Meaning, I had a crush on him in a year. Gosh! And then the memorable past just went to my mind, flowing and still unforgettable. I love this day! March 2, 2010...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3093293809313888356-7844915079856022030?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7844915079856022030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/03/tricycle-incident-lovestrukk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/7844915079856022030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/7844915079856022030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/03/tricycle-incident-lovestrukk.html' title='tricycle incident - lovestrukk!'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-4046046787974674212</id><published>2010-02-21T21:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T21:13:54.388-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a night to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-family:century gothic;"&gt;    Last February 13, 2010 was our JS Promenade. I thought that this year's JS Prom is a nightmare but it turned out to be a fairytale. I really am having fun and happy all night. The cotillion was a mess but for me its the best! Gazillion of butterflies flew around my tummy during the exchanging of rose and candles which we called the Regodon. And speaking of tummy, it was field with delicious and luxurious food. Yum yum yum! :) But most of all, the unforgettable part was the JS Party. Everyone was having fun! We dance until our shoes broke.. well almost. And the picture taking was a long procedure. Because everyone wants to join the shoot. Woooh! This year's JS Prom is a night to remember...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093293809313888356-4046046787974674212?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/4046046787974674212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/4046046787974674212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/4046046787974674212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/02/night-to-remember.html' title='a night to remember'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-7785085472729683198</id><published>2010-01-14T22:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T22:44:45.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i gotta a feeling</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.yenta4.com/cutie/upload/550/1550/4b4167178098f.gif" border="0" alt="i love you" align="left" width="170" height="300"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;&lt;i&gt;How I wish he could notice the real me...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this guy that I like. His younger than me but still it don't matter. I once sent him a message and he replied "Hu u?". I didn't tell anything, I just said that 'you can call me pokwang, barbie, or anything' then he replied ok. I asked him what is my name in his phonebook, he said "unknown girl". Well, actually I'm really am unknown. Then we share messages each other for fun. After an hour, we stop texting each other. Its because I don't have anymore load. The next day, i told my friends about it. I don't see any expressions in their face so I just say "okay". But there's something they did behind my back.  I didn't know that they're calling the guy I like. I was afraid that he would misunderstood that I'm obsessed with him because of these calls. Then they called him again, I'm in shock when I heard his saying my name. "OMG! He knew me!" Then I also heard him say bad words. He misunderstood, he thought that the caller was me. After what happen, I got cold and sensitive to my friends. I feel very hurt because of what they have done. They were not the one whose ashamed of, but me all me! I don't know what to do after that. When I passed by at him, he smiles sarcastically at me that really makes me mad! "Arggh I want to hide and cry!" But I controlled myself. I just said "forget everything!" Yes I did, i forget it and also my feelings for the guy, now I can move on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a new year, and I always saw him in the canteen. He didn't do anymore that sarcastic smile. So I think he also forgot about what happen. But I think my feelings for him came back. Well, lets see....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093293809313888356-7785085472729683198?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/7785085472729683198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-feeling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/7785085472729683198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/7785085472729683198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='i gotta a feeling'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-927284120011762170</id><published>2010-01-01T02:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:16:10.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 - a rainy new year</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sub&gt;New Year is upcoming, so me and my family prepare foods and drinks. Even if the rain is pouring outside, we're still enjoying cooking and chatting. But as time goes by, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. We thought that it will stop soon but it didn't. The sky is gloomy and is covered with gray clouds. The rain is unstoppable causing our front way of our house to be flooded. Its the first time in the history that the water comes near in our house. Maybe the cause of the flood is the high tide and the water from the rain. The rain doesn't stop yet until it was new year. Our new year is not filled with joy because there's no firecrackers, no fireworks and no sparkles. Instead it was filled with this dull, and bad weather. I was praying that the flood don't get worst or else our new year will be the rescue man's show. I was happy that the lord hear my prayers. Nothing get hurt but they were filled with dirt. Their houses have been flooded. Oh well, its a rainy new year. Not that, an ugly new year. But hope not the whole year is ugly. Hope that the new year is filled with happy moments...&lt;/sub&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093293809313888356-927284120011762170?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/927284120011762170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-rainy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/927284120011762170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/927284120011762170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-rainy-new-year.html' title='2010 - a rainy new year'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-924904193927645555</id><published>2009-12-29T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:19:05.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..my thoughts that glitter..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:100%;color:turquoise;"   &gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"tell me your name"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:78%;color:turquoise;"   &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There was this girl named Jezyl who’s very excited for the upcoming summer vacation. She told herself, “It’s at the last week of March and I can’t wait to see my cousins!” Suddenly she saw a tall, dark, and handsome guy playing basketball with his friends. She thought, “His so handsome, what is his name?” After seeing the guy, Jezyl couldn’t erase the image of him in her mind and said, “When will I meet him again?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          One month after, it was the month of April when she saw again the handsome guy. And by this time, the guy was playing a guitar! Jezyl was love struck seeing the guy without top clothes and how he played the guitar and said, “He got a talent. Oh how I wish I could know his name.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;          The next month, it was the Barangay Taft Festival. The streets were full of people doing lots of activities. Some are watching gay’s basketball game which was very funny and weird. But there’s nothing weirder than that when Jezyl notice that she could only see her crush once in a month. Like this month of May, she and her cousin saw him looking at them in the barbecue place. When her cousin look at Jezyl she said, “Hey! Your smiling widely, your smile is up to your ears.” Jezyl just throw her a big smile and leave the place. It’s also alike in other months. In June, he was behind her when she’s at the internet café. In July, she saw him through the glass wall in Bench. In August, he passed by at her in Gellan. In September, one of her favorite part, he’s beside her eating “kwek-kwek” but he didn’t notice her. She thought, “Its okay, now I know what is his favorite street food. But still I don’t know his name!” Proceed to the month of October, she saw him in the tricycle beside to the one she’s riding. They catch each others eyes but another tricycle was blocking them. “Oh well, there could always be next time”, Jezyl nodded. She waited for a month but there’s no sign of him. She always says to herself that patience is a virtue so be patient. But it was already the last week of November and Jezyl couldn’t wait anymore until one time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was November 28, 2009 when Jezyl and her family watched the PBA Tournament. They have gone there 3:30 in the afternoon and waited for 2 hours. Jezyl was getting hungry so she asked her brother if he could come with her to buy a few snacks for them. Her brother came with her and helps her chose a snack. They were ready to pay in the counter but it was too crowded that they have to wait until it was their turn. They waited for about five minutes when suddenly Jezyl heard a voice behind her. When she looked back, it was her crush! She then blushed for a while. When it was already their turn to pay, she noticed that the guy was beside her. She almost melted when she saw his handsome face and heard his voice. She heard him says to the vendor, “Excuse me, how much is this chicharon?” Hearing that makes her smile and thought, “Oh! I hope I could know his name. I always wait for him but I think I could only see him once in a month.” So busy thinking about that, she realized that the guy was out of her sight. She just approached her brother and said, “You know what? The guy beside me earlier is my crush. But I only see him once in a month. But its okay, the more I miss him, the more I like him!”Her brother just nodded and listened about her encounters of seeing the unknown guy…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:century gothic;font-size:78%;color:turquoise;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093293809313888356-924904193927645555?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/924904193927645555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-thoughts-that-glitter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/924904193927645555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/924904193927645555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-thoughts-that-glitter.html' title='..my thoughts that glitter..'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3093293809313888356.post-2152190068738159046</id><published>2009-12-29T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T04:15:29.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>p.h.o.t.o.g.r.a.p.h.y</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: cyan; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(234, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;color:cyan;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;whenever i'm alone in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;imaginations comes through my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;how weird it is or emotional it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;its kinda interests me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;do u wanna know what interests mwah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;well its&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;i don't know why&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; it interests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;maybe its because of its uniqueness&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's no manipulation or editing happened on it&lt;br /&gt;.its naturally pictured out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;that's the reason why it pushed me into this hobby the...&lt;br /&gt;`"taking pictures" *click click* for short&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;`&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div  style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;now i'm happy scanning my works&lt;br /&gt;with them i have something to be proud of&lt;br /&gt;and this is photography&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;my works:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ury7iyKet7Y/SznfIk4BNlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DejO-b51T-s/s1600-h/4.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420608964947686994" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ury7iyKet7Y/SznfIk4BNlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DejO-b51T-s/s200/4.png" style="height: 150px; width: 200px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ury7iyKet7Y/SzngCQb6nkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KdvmmGmn_G0/s1600-h/5.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420609955893517890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ury7iyKet7Y/SzngCQb6nkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/KdvmmGmn_G0/s200/5.png" style="cursor: pointer; height: 200px; width: 150px;" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.........................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:x-small;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:x-small;" &gt;some of this are seen on my deviantart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(244, 204, 204);font-size:x-small;" &gt;&lt;a href="http://jeyz-lovehearts.deviantart.com/" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;http://jeyz-lovehearts.deviantart.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3093293809313888356-2152190068738159046?l=infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/feeds/2152190068738159046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2009/12/photography.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/2152190068738159046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3093293809313888356/posts/default/2152190068738159046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://infectiousvibrance.blogspot.com/2009/12/photography.html' title='p.h.o.t.o.g.r.a.p.h.y'/><author><name>~j e y z~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03202983620816441893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PTzMlyR5QKk/TcqRcy4DeqI/AAAAAAAAAEA/MH7sVdy9mX4/s220/jeyz-98.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ury7iyKet7Y/SznfIk4BNlI/AAAAAAAAAAM/DejO-b51T-s/s72-c/4.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
