<?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-4563167098918805778</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:27:28.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seize The Day.</title><subtitle type='html'>Welcome to my blog!! =P</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></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-4563167098918805778.post-11784314905215239</id><published>2009-09-30T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T03:47:46.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whhaaattt.</title><content type='html'>=P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daaannngg....I'm now gonna get Chowder, my rabbit on friday, not thurday. Yeah, and I was so ready for it. I already prepared the rabbit condo and the food and stuff. Oh well, it's just a one day difference anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of changing my blog layout now.&lt;br /&gt;Bye!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-11784314905215239?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/11784314905215239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=11784314905215239&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/11784314905215239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/11784314905215239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/09/whhaaattt.html' title='Whhaaattt.'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-3032397553952550562</id><published>2009-09-28T07:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T07:47:28.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHOWDERR'S A BOY, PEOPLE!!</title><content type='html'>Hello Furry Friend!,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pay no attention to that crappy intro.  =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Anywayy, I'm so stoked for Thursday!! I'm finally getting something that I'm actually responsible for-a rabbit!! I do have a dog but it's not exactly mine. It's just partly mine. So I guess this would be my first ever pet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to pick a rabbit 'cause first- it's not like a turtle that you just stare at and get bored somehow .second- it's not like a retreiver that makes you go crazy with all those running and stuff. Besides, dogs are hard to take care of. But if I'll buy a bunny, I don't have waste all my time to...nevermind. I totally forgot what I was thinking next. At least rabbits don't munch on your homework as if it was a snack. The point is, it's somwhere in the middle. Not too boring. Not too attention-seeker-y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Maybe I'll get an American Fuzzy Lop =P. The one with flappy ears and stuff. Right now, I'm setting up the place where Chowder will stay. Yes, his name is Chowder, so what? And yes, Chowder's a boy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna go eat some chowder...&lt;br /&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/4563167098918805778-3032397553952550562?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/3032397553952550562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=3032397553952550562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/3032397553952550562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/3032397553952550562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/09/chowderrs-boy-people.html' title='CHOWDERR&apos;S A BOY, PEOPLE!!'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-8574559075703113877</id><published>2009-09-04T03:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T03:43:07.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did I do my best?</title><content type='html'>I'm posting this a day before my DOOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Report cards are gonna be distributed tomorrow and I know  didn't do well the past few months. The other subjects are fine but I'm really getting annoyed with my Math grades. And no, it's NOT me, it's the teacher. I'm not smart but I'm not dumb. I never got a C [line of 7] in my card. EVER. I mostly get A's and B's but never C's. But thanks to you, intermediate algebra, I can now feel the terrorizing pain that I might about to taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeahh, 3 days ago, the school had a new rule about roaming around the campus after dismissal time and it was NOT pretty. I don't feel like sharing it since my hands are still shaking from thinking about the report card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT, if my report card that I'm about to see tomorrow won't be so bad as I thought it would be, then hallelujah!! Seriously, I really am praying for a miracle =P .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-8574559075703113877?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/8574559075703113877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=8574559075703113877&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/8574559075703113877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/8574559075703113877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/09/did-i-do-my-best.html' title='Did I do my best?'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-3566427407831342319</id><published>2009-08-01T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-01T18:23:08.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepovers..</title><content type='html'>What up!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just spent an hour and a half talking on the phone with my best friend 10 minutes ago and I decided to blog some of the thing we talked about since I'm in a really good mood to blog right now =].&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, we talked about sleepovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of sleepovers, I've had bad experiences with those and I feel like sharing them =]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one time, my brother was sleeping over at his friend's house and i totally don't have a problem with that. But then my mom and dad were going out to some stupid meeting and my nanny was having a week-off and they didn't wan me to stay here alone so I think y'all know what happened next.. [If you're living under a rock, it means that my parents FORCED me to go with my bro's sleepover.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. The fact that their house was MASSIVE and all. I just feels weird for a girl like me to be sleeping over with guys. Did I mention they have a 65" screen FLAT SCREEN??? Mann, I wish I owned their house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point is, hanging out with them made me feel like a 7-year old kid again. [I'm not really a girly girl, you know. Makeups and dress ups just isn't my thing.] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, I learnied stuff too..read it in my Bio [FYI, It was a quote that my friend told me about, i forgot who said it =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VIDEOGAMES ARE WICKED COOL,HEADBANGING IS CRUCIAL, GROWING UP IS HARD TO DO, THERE'S  NOTHING WRONG WITH WEARING A DRESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace yo!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-3566427407831342319?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/3566427407831342319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=3566427407831342319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/3566427407831342319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/3566427407831342319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/08/sleepovers.html' title='Sleepovers..'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-6517959165371374780</id><published>2009-07-31T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T07:40:29.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY DAYS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnMCSYvgFPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cvvOOuCDHlI/s1600-h/0568c7f6416252b4fd534c084b337e90.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 229px; height: 229px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnMCSYvgFPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cvvOOuCDHlI/s320/0568c7f6416252b4fd534c084b337e90.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364634096030979314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a really GOOD day today =P. It's to make up for my ''sad'' blog lately haha.  Anyway, the fact that it's Friday today made me somewhat happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;- I woke up at about 5:30 AM but went back to bed to sleep 30 minutes more.&lt;br /&gt;- Did my usual chores like taking a bath, eating and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;- Waited for the bus to arrive for a short 10 minute-tops.&lt;br /&gt;- Flag ceremony at school, the girl in the speaker sound like she was holding her pee.&lt;br /&gt;- Skipping a few boring subjects that went really boring.&lt;br /&gt;- RECESS TIME: My friend was talking about Lee Min Ho's Dunkin' donut commercial and how he said Dunkin' donuts [he said DONKEY DUNATS and RUSTY , which was supposed to be ROASTED as in roasted cofee, by the way LOL.]&lt;br /&gt;-  HOMEROOM TIME: we KIND OF celebrated my classmate's birthday by singing ''Happy Birthday'' in 3 different languages. [Chinese, English, Itallian]&lt;br /&gt;- Went straight to my bus to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY ENDS...&lt;br /&gt;and now listening to ''F'' you by Lily allen. [I don't wanna curse right now =P  haha!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-6517959165371374780?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/6517959165371374780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=6517959165371374780&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/6517959165371374780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/6517959165371374780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-days.html' title='HAPPY DAYS.'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnMCSYvgFPI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cvvOOuCDHlI/s72-c/0568c7f6416252b4fd534c084b337e90.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-6440169567969155410</id><published>2009-07-16T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T02:30:32.372-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Huh?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/Sl7zEmVFVHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/h6G5HTQdZ7I/s1600-h/0a875ed29227a9ae5e7bdd084dd6338a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 209px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/Sl7zEmVFVHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/h6G5HTQdZ7I/s320/0a875ed29227a9ae5e7bdd084dd6338a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358987866951472242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEIRD DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, me and my friends were walking around the school campus. Then suddenly this 2nd grader kid was like, staring at us weirdly. So we were like, okayy... . So we continued our conversation while we were walking..then we turned right and the little guy turned right. I had suspicions with the twerp but I didn't really care that much. But we all just keep noticing that he keeps following us so I was about to turn around to him when he suddenly was like, ''I'M GONNA KILL YOU ALL!!'' and started chasing us. SO obviously, we ran and ran away from that 2nd grader who was carriying an umbrella hat I'm pretty sure he's gonna hit us with. So we went to the girl's bathroom so he can't chase us. After a few minutes, we went out and of course, he was gone.&lt;br /&gt;I think that twerp has bi-polar or something. jeez. Got me all sweaty after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;STUPID DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently, our school bus didn't go so well with the rainy, floody season today. So now, we all got stuck in the bus 'cause the BUS ot BUSted. We waited for like, an hour just for the driver to fix it but it still didn't work. Then another bus towed us ut of the flood whick helped a bit but when the flood got a bit higher again, what else could happen? We were stuck, again.&lt;br /&gt;We really didn't have a choice but to ride a- a...a- &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;trycicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; I hate riding those things whe I'm in a uniform 'cause I'd look like one of those public school-ers [No offfence. I just don't like people to see me that way 'cause I know most of the girls in public schools are very girly and trying hard. Some are even seen taking cigarettes,. I didn't say ALL.]. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the birght side, I can;t wait for tomorrow!! I know it sounds kiddish but come on, who doesn't love Spongebob?? 10 new episodes!!&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow at 6pm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-6440169567969155410?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/6440169567969155410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=6440169567969155410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/6440169567969155410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/6440169567969155410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/07/weird-day.html' title='Huh?'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/Sl7zEmVFVHI/AAAAAAAAAAo/h6G5HTQdZ7I/s72-c/0a875ed29227a9ae5e7bdd084dd6338a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-7980049676249560319</id><published>2009-07-10T06:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T06:22:37.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TYPE ON.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SldAddkOIsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-Zj0N69WyZo/s1600-h/d31b8bfea0f13f922bcf05520be05e38.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 220px; height: 220px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SldAddkOIsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-Zj0N69WyZo/s320/d31b8bfea0f13f922bcf05520be05e38.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356821156677427906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am again..typing my life away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigh, I'm so relieved it's Friday today, I feel so bored and everything I barely am too tired to even breathe. One thing to do in a time like this is, for me, to get a McDonalds delivery. I can taste those burgers now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk homework. Which I'm not planning to do today but I still might do it because then, I'm gonna be wasting my time cramming on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been really slow and boring. It's sooo dull. The boredom's killing me softly.&lt;br /&gt;This might be the saddest and most boring-est post I've ever witten. Because if you noticed, I keep changing topics in just a few sentences. I'd talk about homework for one sentence then move on to boredomness in another.&lt;br /&gt;Gahh, i feel so sleepy and bored. I'm so lazy to count how many times I mentioned 'bored' in this post. Random topics in my head just keep coming so I basically just type them out.&lt;br /&gt;Pop Tarts are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing's for sure, I hate long posts. I mean, whose gonna read a thousand-word story of an infamous girl talking a boredom? So I'm ending this post once and for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIFE LESSON FOR TODAY: Time doesn't kill when you die of boredom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-7980049676249560319?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/7980049676249560319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=7980049676249560319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/7980049676249560319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/7980049676249560319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/07/type-on.html' title='TYPE ON.'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SldAddkOIsI/AAAAAAAAAAU/-Zj0N69WyZo/s72-c/d31b8bfea0f13f922bcf05520be05e38.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-5645126517415189599</id><published>2009-07-04T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:50:40.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://tvbythenumbers.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/spongebob-squarepants.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 425px;" src="http://tvbythenumbers.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/04/spongebob-squarepants.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another long month without blogging..been busy with homeworks. I even got sick for 3 days 'cause of some stupid fever.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I was hoping to watch Transformers 2 today but I still have to catch up with the homeworks I missed. Just hoping the movie won't last for only one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel bad for Michalel Jackson now.haha. But seriously, how come some people mourned when he died but never cared when he lived? Hmm..just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna type something else and it's really reallylong too. Drattz. But I don't have 3 second span of thinkin or whatever it is. But did you know a fish has a memory that lasts for 3 seconds? Partcularly a goldfish. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a spongebob picture just because I was getting kinda addicted again haha. I actually can't wait for JUly 17, 6:00PM for that Spongebob marathon wih 10 NEW episodes plus 1 Special episode!! Yeah!Patrick Star Rockss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lotsa love,&lt;br /&gt;Patrick's Star's #1 Fan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-5645126517415189599?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/5645126517415189599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=5645126517415189599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/5645126517415189599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/5645126517415189599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-long-month-without-blogging.html' title=''/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-7639393703954607812</id><published>2009-06-06T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T17:12:23.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School sucks.</title><content type='html'>It's been a long time since I blogged..jeez. I got so booked up with all the school necessities and whatnot. As in covering my books and notebooks, fixing up my bag and all [I know, i know, I did everything that's supposed to be done a long time ago just a day before school starts. This is what I get for cramming =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post more soon. My parents are annoying me..ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-7639393703954607812?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/7639393703954607812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=7639393703954607812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/7639393703954607812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/7639393703954607812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/06/school-sucks.html' title='School sucks.'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-2045207931533394333</id><published>2009-05-29T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T18:26:14.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SiCKqvheUcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8o437ZNp18/s1600-h/200812150815331020_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 223px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SiCKqvheUcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8o437ZNp18/s320/200812150815331020_11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341421624977412546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was pretty boring yesterday.  All I remember doing was  watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOF&lt;/span&gt; all day. The only thing that would make me stay away from my laptop would be lunch, breakfast, dinner and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I'm  on episode 9 part 4 yet.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much to say..like I said,  watching &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;BOF&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ONLY&lt;/span&gt; thing i did besides from eating and sleeping yesterday. Literally =P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-2045207931533394333?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/2045207931533394333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=2045207931533394333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/2045207931533394333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/2045207931533394333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/05/it-was-pretty-boring-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SiCKqvheUcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/c8o437ZNp18/s72-c/200812150815331020_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-3947024340573880547</id><published>2009-05-28T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T02:27:27.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>*drools at the title box*</title><content type='html'>Ugh. apparently today is a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; bad  bad day. So bad i could call it my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WORST&lt;/span&gt; day ever...&lt;br /&gt;I got stuck with &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt; chores because our nanny went on a &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;STUPID&lt;/span&gt; vacation. I also got stuck feeding and walking our dog worse than &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;MARLEY&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Then iI got a prank call which made my day even worse. The guy in the phone was freakin' annoying though, seriously. I swear when i find that guy I'm gonna shove sausage down his throat and stick starving dogs in his butt.&lt;br /&gt;Um, im not suppoosed to be using my laptop today because my mama said so. But whatever.haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yallz later!&lt;br /&gt;Haylee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-3947024340573880547?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/3947024340573880547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=3947024340573880547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/3947024340573880547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/3947024340573880547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/05/drools-at-title-box.html' title='*drools at the title box*'/><author><name>hayleybaylie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10372270085671856269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M43VIBolwBI/SnTgohI1whI/AAAAAAAAAA8/YeFsgYg9vDk/S220/lol.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4563167098918805778.post-7753297862665796051</id><published>2009-05-26T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T08:51:54.478-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My first post. Big Deal =P</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Woo! My first blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;I probably should congratulate myself.haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Anyway, it's my brothers' birthday today which is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; t a big deal. He's  the most annoying-est brother in the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; world. Yesterday, ... well, there was something yesterday that he did that made me soo angry, so I applied wet glue at the back of the handle of his closet so when he opens it, there's gonna be some really good sticky situation. =P&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;SWEET&lt;/span&gt;!! [And &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;STICKY&lt;/span&gt; =P]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Umm..well that's just about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4563167098918805778-7753297862665796051?l=hayliebaylie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/feeds/7753297862665796051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4563167098918805778&amp;postID=7753297862665796051&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/7753297862665796051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4563167098918805778/posts/default/7753297862665796051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hayliebaylie.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-first-post-big-deal-p.html' title='My first post. 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