<?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-365125367038896535</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:28:04.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big shot at life!</title><subtitle type='html'>life has many trials,you might see some people happy but their paintbrush will never cover the face under the paint coats....</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.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-365125367038896535.post-2550527091950407932</id><published>2010-01-17T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T04:41:17.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Comments to myself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;s I look back and read my journal... It made me laugh,'cause it made me realize what kind of person I was... what kind of student,what kind of daughter,sister,lover?...hahahhah...funny that i kinda hate myself while reading my journal. Giving comments,advices and describing myself the way i see me as another person...As if that journal was not mine!funny 'cause it was like another person's story... it made me laugh,it touched my heart and it got me a little bit irritated. and in the end I realized what i've just done...In that way i just proved to my self that it's very easy to say things when you're not in the shoes of that person. 'cause you've never experience what that person experinced,but if you know what he/she been through you are sure to agree with them... from then i learned a lesson from myself."you better be quite,when you don't know what's happening."things might be ruind, people might get hurt if you interfere with them. and I'm pretty sure that ou don't want the same thing to happen to you so might as well let them do what they want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-2550527091950407932?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/2550527091950407932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-comments-to-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/2550527091950407932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/2550527091950407932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-comments-to-myself.html' title='My Comments to myself...'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-8452828837767142045</id><published>2009-11-30T01:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T01:10:23.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dreamzzzZZZZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt; had a weird Dream of boy that i admire right now had a wound on his head and for somewhat reason, i don't know, then while where walking towards the hallway i asked my friend what happened on his head then my cousin immediately answered me..she said it got burned up and then he turned his back to face me and while asking me questions he grabbed  my hand in front of my cousin and my friend without even caring for what they might have think i was shock and of course i was a surprised then he held my hand....But what's weird about it was i let him held my hand until we reached the faculty room and then we hide our hands for the other teachers not to know then he went in and let go of my hand....now tell me...should i be happy or not?...could you please tell me what this means?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-8452828837767142045?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/8452828837767142045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreamzzzzzzz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/8452828837767142045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/8452828837767142045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/11/dreamzzzzzzz.html' title='dreamzzzZZZZ'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-904570097471935999</id><published>2009-10-15T03:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T04:37:14.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>top hypocrite no.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/StcAfEoPyLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ysSRr9re5B4/s1600-h/ooooo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 245px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/StcAfEoPyLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ysSRr9re5B4/s400/ooooo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392779612617951410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;he big fat liar that keeps on telling false secrets about others and spreads them........yeah!.. a lot hated her, but she's good at pretending i can say that she has no permanent friends. Life for her sucks! her family is like broken though her parents were not separated...her father is a police therefore her father is being assigned to many places to do his duty.Her mom.. we'll i know nothing 'bout her mom.... but one thing i know for sure! it's not her mom who raise her up. it's her aunt whose always there with her.... there to give her everything  she needs... and she's living in a place where people are really though, a place where she always see people hurt, as in stabbed,beaten up,etc. and i think her only happiness is to blame other for her own dark secrets that are being revealed little by little... and sis i mention that she experienced how to be dump by a guy... not every one is ready to understand her...not everyone could take her attitude. she's one  women that you cannot deal with when it comes to honesty. She could always turn you down when she needs to or just simply wants to ruin your life. what she don't know is that even her friends are backstabbing her, telling her secrets, telling false statements about her... her friends even betray her in front of her, i remember the time day that they drink a liquor inside the classroom and her friend told our teacher that she was the one who brought the liquor for them to drink. but it's so for her to take everything and forget it so fast. right now she's still in the same group of friends which once betrayed her badly, and it's funny that she's being a fool because her friends are doing the same thing over and over again...you know what she's so damn STUPID! and she thinks that if she belongs to that group she's powerful? that's where she's wrong! we are all paying the same amount in our school so therefore we have the same rights, if they have the right to ruin others lives let me do my way i just hope that my anger won't take over me 'cause she don't know what i can do!n.... a volcano full of heat will burst, a pale full of water will overflow,a glass full of wine will pour out, a closet full of dress will scatter, a locker full of stuff will fell on you, and a bomb opened will explode. simply telling you that everything has a limit.... a person full of anger could sometimes be mean!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-904570097471935999?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/904570097471935999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-hypocrite-no3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/904570097471935999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/904570097471935999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/10/top-hypocrite-no3.html' title='top hypocrite no.3'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/StcAfEoPyLI/AAAAAAAAAAw/ysSRr9re5B4/s72-c/ooooo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-3201247470410404111</id><published>2009-08-06T03:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T03:40:40.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;ove is not blind it sees but it does not mind...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;love is like drugs... it makes you,high but once you can't control it you've got to be healed before you get over it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;love is like a scar...it will stay with you for a long time or maybe forever....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;love is like a poison.. it can kill you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;love comes with faith... you'll always believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;love expects... you'll always ask something in return...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;but humans are like sophomores...they let love deceive them and yet they use love to be happy and to deceive others,,,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-3201247470410404111?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/3201247470410404111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/3201247470410404111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/3201247470410404111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/08/love.html' title='love'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-6527544648583270498</id><published>2009-07-29T05:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T05:13:08.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmp....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;forget the past, see the future , mind the present.... breath deeply, let it out slowly ,close your eyes, clear your mind....And let him speak to heart , at the same time let him enter your closed mind so that you would be guided....it's the way of living life easy....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-6527544648583270498?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/6527544648583270498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmp.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/6527544648583270498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/6527544648583270498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/hmp.html' title='hmp....'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-3766885304179860226</id><published>2009-07-22T04:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T05:12:36.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>curiosity..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;on my way of being a pretender...when will this journey end..'am tired of being like this..gladly i have friends that i can count on...friend which 'causes the reason why i smile, laugh and survive the day... this people that i want to be with forever...of course  a prayer and a talk with him is a lot of help...but yet i'm steel afraid of what happens next....but i know he'll be there to save me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-3766885304179860226?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/3766885304179860226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/curiosity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/3766885304179860226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/3766885304179860226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/curiosity.html' title='curiosity..'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-8506878006054160528</id><published>2009-07-11T03:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-11T04:36:58.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giving up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;i almost give up! my feelings are bursting! i want to cry.. i want to let everything out, but i don't want to show tears, because i know I'll show weakness... but then i prayed to him and he sent someone to comfort me... i did not cry... but i had a chance to let it all out...he is my savior! and i know he'll fix everything for me... i give it all up to him...and puts me to a place that will make me  happier...in he's arms, the only place i know i will be safe...and all the love and care i needed will be given to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-8506878006054160528?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/8506878006054160528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/giving-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/8506878006054160528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/8506878006054160528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/giving-up.html' title='giving up...'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-6633885111806362591</id><published>2009-07-09T03:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T03:59:37.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Everything seems so hard... Life competing with another person...it's so hard!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;i want to have fun,but what can i do!if  i'm excelling in somethings i  enjoy...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;is that bad?...why should there be a serious competition between every human being...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;why? is there people so hungry for complements... I hope can i  pass through this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;but, whatever happens there's one thing i know that true.."when God is beside me i can face it all!!!!!!!!!" and i know he is!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-6633885111806362591?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/6633885111806362591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/competition.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/6633885111806362591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/6633885111806362591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/competition.html' title='competition'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-3691518700546492607</id><published>2009-07-07T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T04:00:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>feel like nothings true...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;my friend their everywhere gonna attack gonna stab you at the back you can see them but you don't know who they are you don't know what they are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;*hyp0crites*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;-luxurious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-3691518700546492607?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/3691518700546492607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/feel-like-nothings-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/3691518700546492607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/3691518700546492607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/feel-like-nothings-true.html' title='feel like nothings true...'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-4027596134091971676</id><published>2009-07-03T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:32:55.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>competion,discrimination,critization</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I had enough! enough of competing with my cousins ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;I had Enough! enough of being judged and discriminated for everything i do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;And enough of being criticized by everybody life isn't  a matter of being famous,nor being the best,or being impressive..life is a matter of choices, and God gives us directions,but he never commanded  us to decide.. I just want to have fun!do the things i want... but i never-ever-ever-ever want to compete with anybody ...and if my life goes on like this .... i will just be simply the best that i can....And with God I Know Everything is possible....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/365125367038896535-4027596134091971676?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/4027596134091971676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/competiondiscriminationcritization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/4027596134091971676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/4027596134091971676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/competiondiscriminationcritization.html' title='competion,discrimination,critization'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-8784757623285398224</id><published>2009-07-03T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T05:18:24.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>in love @ the wrong time,wrong place,and with the wrong person...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);font-family:arial;" &gt;When a former friend of mine,made a story about me to the guy that i used to love right now.I was so afraid,so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;sad because i knew that guy hated me...then he continued hating but there is an instance that i caught him looking at me and as i look at him he looked away... that ws the time i thaught that he liked me...and there are times i think that he wants me to noticed him... like when i ws having my exam in home science, we were supposed to make a dress pattern... as i was doing my exam,i knew he saw me 'cause i looked at him and he looked at me too! then i continued with my work then he went right to me and pretended that he didn't saw me... though he almost stepped on my work,it made me so giddy...maybe that's the reason why i can't forget this incident.... i hope,I'm right for what i think... he's not handsome, he's the opposite of the image of the guy i want but he caught me heart! and what's worst is that i know that we will never be together!:(&lt;/span&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/365125367038896535-8784757623285398224?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/8784757623285398224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-love-wrong-timewrong-placewrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/8784757623285398224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/8784757623285398224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/in-love-wrong-timewrong-placewrong.html' title='in love @ the wrong time,wrong place,and with the wrong person...'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-365125367038896535.post-5960523654887790033</id><published>2009-07-03T04:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T04:57:58.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A fight with the higher person.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Every people in class,in school and everywhere inside the campus is  judged, and in my school many hypocrites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; surrounds me...there will always be backstabbing,some of the so called "sipsip" or those who follows and make impressions to people who are highly respected , such as teachers,popular students,and etc. will always be making rumors about you.... especially when you had a "&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;crossfire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;with them.... they are considered one of the not so high people but, they are certainly higher than you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;remember! "revenging will never be good, the best revenge that you can do is to be nice and make them realize that what they think of you is wrong...."[prayers are the best help that you can have!!!!!!!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/365125367038896535-5960523654887790033?l=tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/feeds/5960523654887790033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/fight-with-higher-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/5960523654887790033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/365125367038896535/posts/default/5960523654887790033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tweetyfernandez.blogspot.com/2009/07/fight-with-higher-person.html' title='A fight with the higher person.....'/><author><name>&amp;gt;*andrade*&amp;lt;</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18194690266800062160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_9SihtPmDqU0/SlM_ZVlURKI/AAAAAAAAAAM/T325ZuiUsXs/S220/1_930777968m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
