<?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-24509034</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:55:32.485+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superwoman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-116313096401777184</id><published>2006-11-10T11:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T11:56:04.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sembreak Ender</title><content type='html'>I had fun this sembreak. &lt;em&gt;Bitin?&lt;/em&gt; Not really. I don't know, but I'm missing school already. I don't want to be a bum for the rest of my life! Haha! But kidding aside, I think I've had enough recharging and sleep for the past three weeks and  I can say that I am ready to be on GC mode yet again. I find it fun at times, honestly. ;) I am already enrolled! Yipee! Crap. You just dont know what me and my blockmates have been through during our enrollment. It was hell, if I must mention how it went. We were there since lunchtime 'cause our schedule was at 1 to 2 in the afternoon. But guess what?! It was already 6-ish when we &lt;s&gt;finished&lt;/s&gt; got our Form5A. Imagine. So we had to go back there the next day and the day after the next day. It's a complicated world. Hahaha! But when I came back there last Wednesday, I stayed there the whole day and finished &lt;u&gt;everything&lt;/u&gt; so that I won't be coming back again anymore. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was my sembreak? It was fun. I got to sleep all day, whenever I wanted to. I finished Lost's first season and it's really nice. Want to see the second season now. I'm still waiting for George's Dr. House and Robin's Grey's Anatomy. Yey! Can't wait. :) But staying at home was not the only thing that I did for three weeks. of course, I went to the cemetery last November 1 and hung out with my relatives for one whole day. We were incomplete but it was still okay. A creepy yet touching story? My lolo (who died last 1996) showed up. Well, we did not see him but a friend of my tito saw him standing somewhere near us at 4:30 in the afternoon. Just watching over us, Im pretty sure. I love you, lolo! :) Anyways. Then, there were the impromptu shoppings. Plus! Inuman and then hanging out with Robin in GB3 and Glo. Fun fun fun! I now cant wait for the Christmas break. Yey! Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant believe I have 7 am classes next sem! Eveyr Mondays and Thursdays! &lt;em&gt;At san ka pa?! Puro majors lang naman yung mga sa araw na yon, tuluy-tuloy, walang breaks!!&lt;/em&gt; But at least, half day lang kami. No classes in the afternoon anymore! Woohoo!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway. Till next time. Hehe :P Keep visiting my Multiply, too. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-116313096401777184?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/116313096401777184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=116313096401777184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116313096401777184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116313096401777184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/11/sembreak-ender.html' title='Sembreak Ender'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-116217965318691962</id><published>2006-10-30T11:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T11:40:53.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better check out my multiply, too.</title><content type='html'>So, yeah. It's sembreak already and I am loving every bit of it. Except the fact that i've been eating nonstop. Hahaha! But I know &lt;em&gt;bumabawi lang ako kasi hindi ako makakain ng maayos for the past few weeks dahil ang busy talaga.&lt;/em&gt; I have been sleeping as much as I want to. Loves it. &amp;Hearts;. Ooh. I love the cold weather this morning. There's &lt;strong&gt;Paeng&lt;/strong&gt; kasi. Bad, bad. &lt;em&gt;Kawawa naman yung mga &lt;/em&gt;provinces na naffected. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's new with me? Hmm. Same old, same old. Well, actually, there have been some happenings but I am too lazy to type them all down here. But good news! I'm updating my Multiply, too. I have been blogging there for the past few days, so you better check it out, too. ;) I've uploaded new pictures also. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;maryscreams.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-116217965318691962?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/116217965318691962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=116217965318691962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116217965318691962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116217965318691962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/10/better-check-out-my-multiply-too.html' title='better check out my multiply, too.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-116123356516717444</id><published>2006-10-19T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T12:52:45.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tokyo drift, baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Currently listening to: Tokyo Drift&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Currently: YM-ing with Dongca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#666666;"&gt;Currently feeling: lazy and desperate to hit the sembreak!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that I am procrastinating right now. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Once Again.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;My gad. What could be worse than this? I am supposed to work on my Philosophy1 argument (supposedly due tomorrow.) I was actually reading the module on how to create one good argument and all that sh*t but George sent the whole block the change of sched in our Philo test, as well as the deadline for the submission of the arguments. &lt;em&gt;San ka pa? Na-move siya. Eh etong si gaga, lalong tinamad gawin.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! So, can anyone please encourage me to work on it right now? I need to be productive. &lt;strong&gt;PAKSHET.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ang tagal magsembreak.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;May mas tatagal pa ba dito??&lt;/em&gt; Grar. =&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;WickerPark&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;this morning when I woke up. Damn. Such a wonderful movie, I promise. I would never ever get tired of watching it over and over again. It makes me wanna fall really in love and it makes me believe that if two hearts are destined to be together, then love will find its way to make these hearts beat as one. &amp;hearts; My gad. Add to that Josh Hartnett's ultimate hotness!! Hatta! Hatta! Hahaha! I was actually watching it with my mom but since I am not comfy with showing such &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; emotions to her, I was texting George. Hahaha! We both love the flick. ;) And I know many others, too, love it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;..I just want you to be happy. And just like always, I am here for you if you need me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-116123356516717444?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/116123356516717444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=116123356516717444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116123356516717444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116123356516717444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/10/tokyo-drift-baby.html' title='tokyo drift, baby'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-116108835596469184</id><published>2006-10-17T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T20:56:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green skirts and tan blouses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/peace.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/peace.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Pose the Korean way ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/caf.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/caf.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Caf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/yey!.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/yey%21.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;She, Cy and Mary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/lmc.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/lmc.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;LMC, where the seniors used to stay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I met up with Sheela in UPM this morning and then we went straight to Katip after her Geo finals. Gad. I havent actually &lt;u&gt;stayed&lt;/u&gt; there for ages until this afternoon. I missed it so much, I promise. :( We ate lunch with Gee, Gar and Cy in Jollibee, just like the old times. :) Too bad the others were not able to go but it's okay because there's always a next time. Hehe! Anyways, after Gee and Gar left, Cy, She and I went to Ateneo to get Cy's car and then pass her paper in this certain subject.  That's their finals for the subject, a paper. Daym. Nice one. They need not to memorize and stuff anymore. Well, we had something similar to that &lt;em&gt;naman&lt;/em&gt; in our BS101 subject, although we had to interview and all that jazz. Going back, we toured around Ateneo for a while before going to MC to visit. &lt;em&gt;Kakamiss, sobra.&lt;/em&gt; Stayed in the caf and Cy and I ate our favorites. I had my Mango crepe which Manong generously put two scoops of Vanilla and a scoop of Choco ice cream on! Yumyum! And Cy got herself pancakes and fishballs. And can I just say that &lt;em&gt;umaariba ang &lt;/em&gt;MC &lt;em&gt;at may flat tv sa caaaaaaaaaaf?&lt;/em&gt; Imagine. Hahaha! Nice one. =p Enzo came over and the four of us bonded until we went home at around 6. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, hey! it's MC's fair on the 26th, 27th and 28th. &lt;em&gt;Punta kayo &lt;/em&gt;if you're not busy. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-116108835596469184?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/116108835596469184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=116108835596469184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116108835596469184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116108835596469184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/10/green-skirts-and-tan-blouses.html' title='green skirts and tan blouses'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-116101221982321103</id><published>2006-10-16T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T23:23:39.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm starving.</title><content type='html'>Yes. How pathetic. Hahaha! It's already 11 in the evening and yet I am hungry &lt;strong&gt;once again&lt;/strong&gt;. What about that! Hahaha! I'm kinda sleepy already because I've been deprived of a goodnight sleep since God knows when. So, Ill be logging off in a while. But since I've not updated my blog yet, I am posting an entry right now. Forgive the lameness, okay? Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three more finals to go and then Im off to sembreak. Yey! Can't wait. Sleep all day, stay up all night. Hahaha! I cant wait until the Vodka Family goes out of town. Or not. It depends, still. But wherever we go, it doesnt matter. As long as we are all together, then that's uber fine with me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant think of anything more sensible to say right now. All I can say is that I am stressed out and I cant hardly wait till we hit sembreak. Wooohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yey! Katip with my friends tomorrow. Gad, I miss it badly :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight people. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-116101221982321103?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/116101221982321103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=116101221982321103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116101221982321103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116101221982321103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/10/im-starving.html' title='i&apos;m starving.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-116040214225809874</id><published>2006-10-09T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T21:55:42.273+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ice ice baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hindi mo lang alam ako'y iyong nasaktan. O baka sakali mang maisip mo naman, puro siya nalang. Sana ako naman. -Oo, Up Dharma Down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busy ass=Mary. &lt;em&gt;Haynako.&lt;/em&gt; I just saw Rob's stat in YM right now. It says, "Sembreak.. So near yet so far." Indeed. Gaaaad. Lotsa things to do. We all need the sembreak right now. We need sleep and more of it. And lots more. Hahaha! History1 part3 Finals this afternoon. I'm glad it's all over. I've been studying for Histo for almost two weeks now. But I'm going to miss our classes with Prof. Karganilla, though. He's a great professor and I really, really learned a lot from him. I hope other students feel the same way, too. No, seriously. He's a wonderful prof. ;) It's really cute this afternoon because while taking the test, he played Up Dharma Down's CD. Cool 8D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 13 - Math 3rd Depex, Philo fallacies&amp;SAQs&amp;amp;TTDs&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 16 - SocSci finals&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 19 - Math finals&lt;br /&gt;Oct. 20 - Philo finals, Comm1 finals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;YEY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's someone's birthday today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Luigi! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I have a crush. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-116040214225809874?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/116040214225809874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=116040214225809874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116040214225809874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/116040214225809874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/10/ice-ice-baby.html' title='ice ice baby'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115996790479003106</id><published>2006-10-04T21:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:18:24.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finals? hell yeah.</title><content type='html'>Finals &lt;em&gt;ba kamo?&lt;/em&gt; Ah, ooookay. If you wish. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!! That's all I can say. I go now. Just kidding. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas a blast earlier this day, man. It really was! Good thing I came over at Rob's abode and hanged out with them. Well, actually, we were there to do our project, right? *wink* Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahahaahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaahahahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta pay for making me drink three shots of Vodka. T. S. K. TSKTSKTSK. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipsy, f-ing tipsy. Crazy, man. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, who's out of sanity?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOoh. Gotta study for the second part of our trilogy finals in Histo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaahhaha!!! (K. Enough.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115996790479003106?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115996790479003106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115996790479003106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115996790479003106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115996790479003106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/10/finals-hell-yeah.html' title='finals? hell yeah.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115996741141543022</id><published>2006-10-04T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T21:39:50.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>October 3rd</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;OCTOBER 3RD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone bring me back to sanity. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not sleep last Sunday night. Well, I tried to get some sleep at 5-ish while my mom was cooking breakfast already. I did not eat lunch yesterday, too. I just consumed a cup of cafe mocha from Gonuts and studied for my Histo part1 final exam. Gaaad. I was unbelievably hyper the whole day yesterday. Probably because I've consumed a venti Caramel Macchiato Sunday afternoon. Yeah. I spent my afternoon in Starbucks. My family watched Step Up right after hearing mass and eating lunch. Eh I did not want to be left at home so I came with them to Power. I stayed in Starbucks to study for Histo and type my papers due Monday, yesterday. I brought my dad's laptop without him knowing, but it's okay 'cause he lets us use it naman whenever we want or need to. Eh badtrip because I haven't even used it and then it was running out of batt already. Boohoo. Ohwell. I even brought along with me my tape recorder and planned to transcribe the interviews I made with my lola. Eh since the laptop was so useless yesterday, nothing happened. So I reviewed for Histo na nga lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday afternoon, Sheela and I headed to Araneta after class. We watched the UAAP season 69 finals. Ateneo, baby! Too sad they lost. But it's all good. WIN OR LOSE IT'S THE SCHOOL WE CHOOSE. Hahaha! I even say Cyril. I missed you. :) And, thank you Jonah for the tix. :) I won't elaborate on this anymore. Basta, it was fun. :) GO ATENEO! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a new happy crush. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115996741141543022?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115996741141543022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115996741141543022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115996741141543022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115996741141543022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/10/october-3rd.html' title='October 3rd'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115961660904086517</id><published>2006-09-30T19:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T19:43:29.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i feel (insert word here)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Kung may tao na may pinakamagulong sitwasyon sa oras na ito, ako yon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung may tao na nahihirapan at gusto na sumuko, ako yon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung may tao na nabigo sa mga pangyayari sa buhay niya, ako yon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lagi nalang ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But kidding aside, the first three statements above are indeed true. But of course, I won't give up. No matter how shitty and complicated things may be, I will deal with them. I gotta face life. That's life. This is reality. Yes, sad, unexpected and disappointing things do happen but they're all part of life. They're all part of reality. I must deal with them. Problems are created by people-that's what I firmly believe in right now. True, right? I know you agree with me. And these problems created by yours truly should be dealt with by yours truly, too. I can't run away from them. I have to face them. C'mon! Give it up for me! I need a little bit of encouragement from you! Hahaha! But minus the joking part, I really am grateful for the people around me. Much credit to my friends, of course, 'cause they are the ones I am with everyday most of the time and they are basically the people who know much of what's going on with me. They're like my family, too. And having them is the bestest thing in this damn world. No matter how much life sucks at some point, they are there to remind me that there's a rainbow always after the rain. And the most important piece of advice a friend gave me, &lt;strong&gt;"If it's meant to be, then it is."&lt;/strong&gt; True, true. Things don't always happen the way we want them to. Those people that we wanna end up with in the end are not the ones for us. And so on. &lt;em&gt;Basta, &lt;/em&gt;Thank you so much guys for being there! I appreciate every hug and whatever way you show me your comfort and your ways of cheering me up. I love you all. :) With you there, I know I can get by. &lt;strong&gt;Always.&lt;/strong&gt; These people, I know, will stick with me until the very end. &lt;em&gt;Iwan man ako ng boyfriend ko, o awayin man ako ng kung sino mang walang hiya jan, alam ko hindi nila ako iiwan. Kaya mahal na mahal ko sila. Siyempre, &lt;/em&gt;my family will always be there, too. No questions about it. I love them to bits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; letting you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;LET ME DOWN.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Excuse me. Who are you to do such a thing? I wouldn't let you ruin everything. That's just so.. Not right. Haha! Whatever, Mary. But really! I couldn't care less about the situation anymore. Damage has been done. Much has been said and done. I couldn't turn back time to take them all back. Honestly, I do not regret any bit of everything that has happened. It wasn't my fault that I fell right? And you did nothing bad, too. There's no one to blame. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; I just feel bad because well. Secret! Haha! &lt;em&gt;Basta.&lt;/em&gt; Like a status in Friendster, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;IT'S COMPLICATED.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;So pano ba yan? Good luck nalang sa atin? &lt;/em&gt;Hahahaha! But like always, I am here if you need anything. I won't go anywhere. I just hope that somehow someday you'll realize how beautiful life is because you've got me. No, seriously. I am not kidding there. I &lt;s&gt;am trying&lt;/s&gt; well, tried to make life beautiful for you and I hope somehow, I was able to. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friends? :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115961660904086517?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115961660904086517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115961660904086517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115961660904086517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115961660904086517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-feel-insert-word-here.html' title='i feel (insert word here)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115953846767800436</id><published>2006-09-29T21:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:01:07.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness.</title><content type='html'>Finally. There's electricity! Gad. I've been waiting for and wanting it since yesterday morning. Stupid 'cos my phone was low batt yesterday morning and just as I was about to plug the charger and charge my phone, powers were off. Good Gawd. How unfortunate! So there, I wasn't using my phone that much to save up the battery. But it gave up &lt;em&gt;rin. &lt;/em&gt;So I was cellphone-less yesterday. Almost all of the people here had cellphones that were out of batt rin so it was quite depressing and sad. My mom even scolded me for having my life revolve around my cellphone. Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Eh&lt;/em&gt; it's the only thing that keeps me connected with people besides YM and well, I am not much of a landline user so.. There. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sucks to have no electricity and no water running through the water pipes in the unit for one and a half days. So, my dad and my brother had to go down and get water from a faucet somewhere beside the building. Hehe =p Hassle, but that's better than nothing, right? &lt;em&gt;Pero wala.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wala paring tatalo sa walang kuryente at patay na telepono at hindi mo alam kung anong nangyayari sa labas.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we went out of the house this morning to go to my lola's abode, it was crazy outside! Fallen trees and lamposts and destroyed billboards. Aaaah. It's madness. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;MADNESS&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. I should be in Kat's debut right at this very moment. But since it's super traffic both in Edsa and C5, I have no choice but to stay at home instead. Indeed disappointing. But ohwell. =\ Im so sorry, Kat. :( Bawi ako. I &amp;hearts; you! Mwah! &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, back to GC mode. Got tons of stuff to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115953846767800436?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115953846767800436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115953846767800436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115953846767800436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115953846767800436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/madness.html' title='madness.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115936908663808480</id><published>2006-09-27T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T22:58:06.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no classes.</title><content type='html'>Thank God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sadly, there's a storm so it's no good for all those homeless people and those who live in places that easily get flooded. Haaay. Life can sometimes be unfair, right? (Just like it is right now to me.) Well, actually, I shouldn't be problemizing. I'm such an insane person to be making a big fuss out of this nonsense something. Gad. Oh, people. They keep on complaining about their problems yet in reality they are the ones who are creating them. True, right? C'mon agree with me. I know I have a point. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a lot of things to do. Lots of things to accomplish in line.&lt;br /&gt;1) Read for Histo.&lt;br /&gt;2) Make reviewer.&lt;br /&gt;3) Do bonus projects for Histo. (Gad.  I desperately need 'em.)&lt;br /&gt;4) Paper for NSTP.&lt;br /&gt;5) Interview for BS101 (This I need to really work hard on. This serves as my finals and I better do good on this one or else. Ha. Ha. Ha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Deadlines. Projects. Requirements. Finals. Sleepless nights. Confusing world. Depressing situation. Bad vibes. Disappointing what/whoever. Heartbreak &lt;s&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;/s&gt;. Intoxication. Moolah-less. Rain. Nostalgia. &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;KILLMENOW&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115936908663808480?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115936908663808480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115936908663808480' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115936908663808480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115936908663808480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/no-classes.html' title='no classes.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115936003792765083</id><published>2006-09-27T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:27:18.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bye.</title><content type='html'>Hold on. To what? And if there is something that I could hold on to, it doesn't make any sense anymore. For what, right? It's one senseless and worthless thing to do at this point. Futile. Rubbish. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;bullsh*t.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always thought you're different. I even told myself that your difference from others is what makes me like you even more. Thoughts. Thoughts. Thoughts. But just one thing made me change the way I see you. You are not that one-of-a-kind and different-from-the-rest guy that I know anymore. You don't stand out anymore. You're just like the rest of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;False hopes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;Maybe&lt;/s&gt; it's time to &lt;strong&gt;move on, throw away the hopes &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;never look back.&lt;/strong&gt; Face reality, Mary. She will never be you and he will never be for you. That's the way it is. Sad but true. But who the hell cares, right? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I let go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just the mere thought of you makes me want to &lt;strong&gt;step back&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;take back &lt;/strong&gt;what I said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115936003792765083?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115936003792765083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115936003792765083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115936003792765083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115936003792765083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/bye.html' title='bye.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115919886239556491</id><published>2006-09-25T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T23:41:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm not sure of what i see. are you telling me this is a sign?</title><content type='html'>I feel so.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;intoxicated&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt; Gaaaa. So many things to do, so little time. True, true. I have to accomplish tons of stuff this week or else I'll end up cramming over the weekend. I don't want that to happen. I've been cramming and cramming in high school. Sure thing. But I want to change that. It doesn't do me any good considering the fact that whatever I've done, which is a byproduct of it-cramming, doesn't turn out to be something really nice because it's something I've done rather quickly. I must've missed out on some details and all that. &lt;em&gt;Kaya ayon. Dapat baguhin ang ganyang pag-uugali.&lt;/em&gt; Sure, why not do it sometimes, right? But at times like this, with the finals and projects in line, it's waaaay better to be really prepared. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George, Rob and I went to Glorietta after our last class and had henna tattoos put on us. We have the same tattoo design. Difference is, Rob had hers on her left arm, I had it on my right foot/ankle and George had hers on her right arm. =D We're stressed out &lt;em&gt;eh.&lt;/em&gt; Expect more to come in the next week. Hahaha! Kidding. =p I wanted to have my ears pierced again &lt;em&gt;nga eh&lt;/em&gt; but my mom might go hysterical pa or something. &lt;em&gt;Kaya wag nalang!&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! Next time. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Okay. Gotta go. Have to study pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Happy Birthday to my dearest mama! (Sept. 26th, tomorrow) and to Ej, too! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115919886239556491?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115919886239556491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115919886239556491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115919886239556491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115919886239556491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/im-not-sure-of-what-i-see-are-you.html' title='i&apos;m not sure of what i see. are you telling me this is a sign?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115907212033898988</id><published>2006-09-24T12:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T19:55:58.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>confessions, realizations and whatnot.</title><content type='html'>F-ing unbelievable. This week is defintely the most bizarre week ever. It should be put in a History text book of some sort &lt;em&gt;na!&lt;/em&gt; Gad. Uber full of surprises&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/partners.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/partners.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pero I have nothing against it &lt;em&gt;naman.&lt;/em&gt; Although things happened and came out very unexpectedly, I undoubtedly gained so many memorable experiences and well, memories (which I am having a hard time classifying into good, extraordinary, horrible and all that. Hahaha! :p)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to remove my tagboard because those recent taggers got into my nerves. Well, actually, there's no &lt;s&gt;THEY&lt;/s&gt; because when I logged in my Cbox account to ban those annoying taggers, I found out that there's only one IP address registered. How pathetic! Talk about talking to one's self. That's waaaaay out of normality. Hahaha! Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of me and Aby, my partner in all sorts of crime last Thursday for Seventeen mag's makeover thingamajig. It's definitely a one-of-a-kind experience. Got free clothes from Bayo! Woohoo!! :D Love you, dear! ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more weeks then the sem's over. Just two more weeks. However, these two weeks wouldn't be any easy for us. Deadlines and finals and stuff. Gad. Here's to more sleepless nights, zits, huge eyebags and whatnot. =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115907212033898988?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115907212033898988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115907212033898988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115907212033898988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115907212033898988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/confessions-realizations-and-whatnot.html' title='confessions, realizations and whatnot.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115874962715836933</id><published>2006-09-20T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T18:53:47.240+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of footspas and halo-halo.</title><content type='html'>Today's tiring. What's new? Hahaha! We dont have classes during Wendesdays but the whole block is busy with their own little groups for our NSTP. So many things to do, so little time. That's why I decided to not finish my Math class this morning. I really needed some more time to accomplish stuff, yknow. First Sem's over in a matter of two or three weeks. Hell yeah! I can't wait for sembreak, baby! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really good to give yourself a reward sometimes, yknow. Most especially if you've been stressed out because of so many crap that you desperately need something to cheer you up. And what can you say about the start of the week being the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;HIGHLIGHT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of the week? Damn. People must've killed each other just to be in my place some days ago. (Sarcasm, please?) Kidding aside, honestly, what I went through is no joke at all. No details, please. =) And so, Aby and I treated ourselves with footspa. Yey! We better do that regularly, sweetie. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I'm thinking of shutting down this blog. Or not. Whatever. I might be blogging in my Multiply from time to time. So, better check it out, too. See you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! I am getting pissed. People in my tagboard, could you atleast look for a chatroom and there you do your discussions and whatnot? Thankyouverymuch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115874962715836933?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115874962715836933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115874962715836933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115874962715836933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115874962715836933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-footspas-and-halo-halo.html' title='of footspas and halo-halo.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115796955837601756</id><published>2006-09-11T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:12:38.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quality time over quantity time, baby!</title><content type='html'>Yes. Please don't forget to remind me that every so often. I seem to be too pessimistic, eh. But whatever. I am actually expecting that somehow, someday, something wonderful will happen. My friends are definitely right. I better not expect too much 'cos I just might get too disappointed and upset in the end. I won't put my hopes up high. It will just be me who'd lose in the end if I expect too much from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I wanna tell. I wanna scream. I wanna let you know how I feel. But right now is just definitely not the right time. Why? Because my heart says so. Honestly, I want to let you know because I want to keep you away from.. Her. I am afraid you're vulnerable.. That you'll eventually fall for her. But then again, who am I to stop you if it is what is making you happy, right? I'll be happy for you. I'll try to. Just for you. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know the sole reason behind such happy days and nights?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;You.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to let you know that it is you, so that I can thank you for making me smile and brightening up my day. You are the sole reason why I smile at little things. I appreciate every little thing that you do, although definitely you are unaware that they make me uber happy, and for that, I thank you from the bottom of my heart.. that is beating for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115796955837601756?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115796955837601756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115796955837601756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115796955837601756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115796955837601756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/quality-time-over-quantity-time-baby.html' title='quality time over quantity time, baby!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115763632332443613</id><published>2006-09-07T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T21:38:43.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/pf14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/pf14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ay gaaaaa. I am missing the beach. =( I wanna go back there again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Watch &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;the sunset with me, will you?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&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/24509034-115763632332443613?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115763632332443613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115763632332443613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115763632332443613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115763632332443613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/beach.html' title='beach'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115763361563012324</id><published>2006-09-07T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-07T20:53:36.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tragedy.</title><content type='html'>Why did it have to rain just when I was about to go home already? Why, oh, why?! It was raining really hard earlier this evening that it caused flood along Taft Avenue, Padre Faura and Pedro Gil. And probably in all other places &lt;em&gt;pa.&lt;/em&gt; Gaaaad. It was really scary. I actually had to walk through the flood. First time ever. Yes, &lt;em&gt;kadiri, &lt;/em&gt;if you may say. But what can I do? I just wanted to get home right away. I did not want to get stranded. Who wants to get stranded anyway? And so, there was no turning back. I walked. And walked. And walked. Hoping and praying that I do not trip down and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;swim&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the flood. Hoping, praying and wishing that I do not have any wound or something. Lepto, &lt;em&gt;pare.&lt;/em&gt; Gaaaaa. I must have looked like a lunatic, shrieking and saying all sorts of exclamations &lt;em&gt;kanina&lt;/em&gt;. What a shame! Hahaha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kinikilig ako. &lt;/em&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Panic! At the Disco is &amp;hearts;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must practice the dance steps. Right. Now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. I'd be making a fool out of myself tomorrow. Hahaha! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115763361563012324?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115763361563012324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115763361563012324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115763361563012324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115763361563012324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/tragedy.html' title='tragedy.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115754726981546231</id><published>2006-09-06T20:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T20:54:30.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if i had one wish.</title><content type='html'>I'm having a sore throat. Gaaaaa. &lt;em&gt;Ang sakit sakit.&lt;/em&gt; =(  Ohwell. I shouldn't forget to drink my vitamins. Super important, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had my first ever UP Manila &lt;em&gt;baha&lt;/em&gt; experience. My gad. It was hell. Imagine. It was raining really, really hard this morning and there was flood &lt;em&gt;dun palang sa may gate namin.&lt;/em&gt; They had to set up some "bridges" there made out of wood which were rather unstable. Crap. Good thing I wore slippers. It must have been such a shitty day for me had I worn my Chucks. Shizzle. Haha!! And.. Can I just say that the weather today's waaaaaaaay weird? It was raining really hard this morning as if there was no tomorrow. Then in the afternoon, THE SUN WAS THERE. It was really hooooot. : So, what do you really want to say, sky? Hahaha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am enjoying DBS Week. Great, great. =D Ing and Kiko were such cuties this afternoon during the pre-pageant. Go, freshies! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115754726981546231?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115754726981546231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115754726981546231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115754726981546231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115754726981546231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/if-i-had-one-wish.html' title='if i had one wish.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115728082844383638</id><published>2006-09-03T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:00:09.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tattooed on my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once tagged by this entry, write a blog entry of some kind with six random facts about yourself. In the end of it, pick six of your friends and tag them! (No tag backs.) This explanation must be included, of course.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am currently into the song &lt;em&gt;Tattooed on my Mind&lt;/em&gt;. Please put the blame on Sitti Navarro, who happens to be one beautiful and great singer. She sang the song last Friday when she did a mall tour in Robinsons Manila that my blockmates and I watched. Friends, did anybody drool or something? Haha! She's really lovely, if I must say. Great combo of beauty and talent. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;YesterdayI was feeling safe. All I do todayis trying to be brave. And no melody can seem to soothe my mind. Now I curse you for being so sweet and so kind. And I can't get you out of my dreams.. Now I know you're the dangerous kind. And your face is tattooed on my mind.. 'Cause I can't get you out of my dreams. Yes I know you're tattooed.. On my mind you're tattooed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I intentionally picked out those lines. I want to dedicate those lines to &lt;strong&gt;*him*.&lt;/strong&gt; Yes, to you. =) [Uh, of course you don't know who you are. Hahahaha!!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I may be the shallowest (I think I just coined the word myself. Hahaha!) person you'll ever meet. That's for the reason that small things can either make me &lt;u&gt;happy&lt;/u&gt; or &lt;u&gt;sad&lt;/u&gt;. I appreciate simple things in life. Yes, like what Ziella mentioned in her entry, a simple hug can make me uber happy. Small things can also drive me mad, most especially if I'm in the state of some terrible mood swings. Hahaha! =)) But be not afraid for I guarantee you that I am 100% nice and I don't bite. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I am a hopeless romantic. The entry will never stop if I blab about that statement. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;I am a hopeless romantic&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Enough said. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to receive a bouquet of red roses. Right now. Hahaha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I love surprises. I also love surprising my friends. I super love my family and friends so much that I'd kill for them. You try messing up with them then you'll regret you've ever done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I think I've found my perfect match. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You. Yes you! I command you to make something like this one, too, okay? Yey! Haha! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was YM-ing with Ejohn this morning and he told me that he and Mark were in GB last Friday night. Aaaah. The reason behind the 1 am text message asking me if I was still up. Haha! Sorry. I was already peacefully asleep during that time. Had an exhausting day. So, there. Next time. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:( I suddenly feel down again. I'm getting more confused than ever. This is no good at all. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115728082844383638?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115728082844383638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115728082844383638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115728082844383638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115728082844383638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/tattooed-on-my-mind.html' title='tattooed on my mind'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115725298837903784</id><published>2006-09-03T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T11:09:48.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday! =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/pics%20040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/pics%20040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luigi, Robin, Rona, Aby, Juvy, Trina, Mary, Dongca (the birthday girl), Cheng and GeorgINA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this is some Vodka family lovin'! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent Friday after class in Friday's for Dongca's birthday bash. Yummy food! We all had fun, right? Thank you, Dongca. It was an awesome party! =) And, lucky lucky hot gorgeous guy. Dint have any idea he was being stalked by some beautiful ladies. Hahahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 17th birthday, DONGCA! (Sept 1st)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy 18th birthday, MIRIAM! (Sept 3rd)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115725298837903784?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115725298837903784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115725298837903784' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115725298837903784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115725298837903784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/09/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday! =)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115703694005896291</id><published>2006-08-31T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T23:09:00.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tralalala..</title><content type='html'>This day is just so full of surprises. Haha! =) I love every single thing about it. I am loving every bit of it, even after the clock strikes 12. Gaaad. I love this feeling. Such incomparable to any material thing in this world. Not even to a shopping spree, not even to a full body massage plus foot spa and mani and pedi. Hahaha! =)) &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SocSci depex was unbelievably hard, my gad. I promise. It broke my heart. :( Haaay. I am not expecting to get a high score, but I am praying and hoping for a passing score. Shux. This is really bad. I screwed it up, big time. I hate it. =\ Plus! Bad, bad, because I still have hang over from the Math depex, too. Grrr. I forgot one formula. Fo Shizzzzzz. Hahahaha! =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dongca's birthday bash tomorrow after school at Friday's. Yey! I'm excited. &lt;3 you, dear! Mwah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go now. Gotta catch some sleep. More and more zits because of sleepless nights and getting stressed out. Aw, come on! Hahaha! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115703694005896291?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115703694005896291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115703694005896291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115703694005896291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115703694005896291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/tralalala.html' title='tralalala..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115690443780508603</id><published>2006-08-30T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T10:20:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>please pray for me. =\</title><content type='html'>SocSci depex at 1. Please pray for me. I badly need your prayers. I haven't reviewed my notes yet. Ay gaaaaa. I'm so.. nervous. =&lt;br /&gt;I slept after eating dinner last night then my mom woke me up at around 3 in the morning. Yes, thank God she woke me up. Had it not been because of her, I might be a doubledeadpoorlittle girl by now. Haha!! Damn. It's already 10 and I haven't even finished reviewing yet! Aw, come on. That gives me exactly 7 hours but I havent finished reviewing yet!! Hahaha! :)) Well, you know why? It's because I've been falling asleep while studying. Ya know. Hahaha!! Bad trip. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be off to school in a while. I'm just waiting for my dad to finish bathing. He just came home from Bicol, btw. Yes, where Mt. Mayon is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til here. :) Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115690443780508603?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115690443780508603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115690443780508603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115690443780508603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115690443780508603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/please-pray-for-me.html' title='please pray for me. =\'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115678008495610098</id><published>2006-08-28T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T03:21:57.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am online =)</title><content type='html'>Yes I am. Unbelievable, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But would you agree with me that it is more unbelievable that I am typing a &lt;u&gt;second&lt;/u&gt; entry for the day? I haven't even finished reviewing for Math yet. How.. perfect! Haha! :)) I just need to take a break. Can't handle too much info right now. I'm having a soupy brain = &lt;em&gt;sabaw na utak&lt;/em&gt;. Yak! Hahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom and sister are already sleeping right now. My brother's just fixing some stuff then he's off to dreamland, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that leaves one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really decided to go online for the reason that I don't want to feel alone tonight. Knowing that there are a bunch of people who are still awake until the wee hours of the morning keeps me sane at times like this. Never mind the busy stats, I just need the company. The presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Cut the drama. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts to my Vodka family who is online right now. Yey! :) Sleep is so not in our vocab. Right, Juvs? =) Oooh. Mommy and daddy are going to be proud of us. Little children are studying for their Math test. Oyes. Haha!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, now I go. Gotta go finish reviewing. And if somebody gets to read this, could you please remind me to set an alarm for tomorrow morning? Haha! I need to wake up at 8:30, okay? Thanks. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 29, 2006 in 18 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115678008495610098?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115678008495610098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115678008495610098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115678008495610098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115678008495610098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-online.html' title='i am online =)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115676442530525824</id><published>2006-08-28T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:27:05.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>math and socsci depex. toxic much?</title><content type='html'>Aaaaaaah. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;Busy, busy, busy&lt;/span&gt;. Blockmates and I are super intoxicated already. We've got a depex at 5:30 to 7:30 tomorrow for Math and SocSci depex on Wednesday after lunch in line. Come on. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;I-NEED-A-BREAK&lt;/span&gt;. I am so tired, I swear. I haven't had a decent sleep just yet. When, oh, when will I be able to &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sleep all day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and actually not think of school work? One more month.. &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Just one more month&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attended Jessa's debut last Saturday. Good thing I decided to go because I saw Four Five once again. I missed them soo soo much. It was nice to see DBC play once again. Aaaah. High school. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nostalgia.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Anyhoo. :D Imagine.. I dressed up and fixed myself in &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20 MINUTES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Laban ka?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! Basta. To cut a long story short, my sister, whom I was waiting for in Greenbelt went to Edsa Shang with her friend. Just perfect, right? Haha! Oh well. My stilletos killed my feet once again. Hate it. :&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. Blockmates and I're supposed to go to Fort Santiago and San Agustin Church for some field work in Histo class. Unfortunately, we lacked time so my VODKA family and I just went to San Agustin Church. It was cute. Haha! We visited their museum there and well.. Museums and the like always fascinate me so I enjoyed our tour. Btw, Cheng and I are deciding to get married there. Man, such a splendid place for a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Church wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, I promise. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. I go now. Still have to review for Math. Gaaaaaaaaah. I'm super tired. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fare thee well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Napapatigil. Napapatitig. At nahuhulog lang ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115676442530525824?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115676442530525824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115676442530525824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115676442530525824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115676442530525824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/math-and-socsci-depex-toxic-much.html' title='math and socsci depex. toxic much?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115650946828914456</id><published>2006-08-25T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:37:48.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i just wish that there so much more than that.. about me and you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;You just don't know how much you make me happy. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stat in Y!M last night was, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;"I am happy that we're friends. Really. =)"&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Then Gar messaged me and asked, "Are you trying to convince us or yourself?" Well, &lt;em&gt;pwede&lt;/em&gt; both? Haha! :)) Honestly, I am happy that we are friends. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want it that way&lt;/span&gt;. I love knowing you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My world stops spinning when I am with you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Grabe.&lt;/em&gt; Two tests down, two more to go for next week. Histo test was easier than the first one. I really hope I get a better score in this test. I &lt;s&gt;did pretty bad&lt;/s&gt; MESSED UP my first exam in that subject and I badly need to catch up. I never knew I'd be this busy. Gaaaaah. I like the second Philo test better, too. &lt;em&gt;Kelangan kong bumawi dito&lt;/em&gt; 'cause I screwed up my first test. Haha! What about a wonderful performance in my first tests, right? Haha! :)) Hopefully, I'll get better scores the second time around. And the third time around. And in the succeeding tests &lt;em&gt;pa.&lt;/em&gt; =D Math and SocSci depex next week so I need your prayers. Hahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I'll ever be ready for sparring, which will be our finals in PE class. Yes, my PE class - Taek class. I'm happy I scored okay in my second practical test though I thought I made mistakes a number of times. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;To go or not to go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; That is the question. I have a debut to attend tomorrow. It's Jessa's. Here's the thing: I really got so muuuuuuuch to do. I can't even imagine how I will be able to study everything that I need to study over the weekend. : Aaaah. I'll see tomorrow. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go now. Ma said I need to catch up on some sleep. Haven't had a decent sleep this week so offline I go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, lovely people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I'll stop the world and melt with you. -Jason Mraz. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115650946828914456?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115650946828914456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115650946828914456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115650946828914456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115650946828914456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-just-wish-that-there-so-much-more.html' title='i just wish that there so much more than that.. about me and you.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115597273087624976</id><published>2006-08-19T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:32:10.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuervo.</title><content type='html'>Last night was such a blast!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrated Marga's debut in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Virgin Cafe&lt;/span&gt;, Tomas Morato. It was nice seeing my friends once again! I missed them so much. Hopefully, everybody can attend Jessa's debut next Saturday for more bonding. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheela waited for my class to end yesterday and off we went to her house. Ate dinner there. Such a scrumptious meal, if I must say. I waited for her to finish studying (yes, she had an exam this morning. I know you'll get an uno, here, sweetie! Mwah!) and then fixed ourselves after. Left their house at around 9 for the party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marga, you were, as usual,&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt; gorgeous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; last night! :) And &lt;em&gt;ehem&lt;/em&gt;.. The guests, too. Haha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;man&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Revi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;val&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; performed. Oyes! And finally! I got my picture with the band plus a picture with &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Dino&lt;/span&gt; taken. I'm loving it! Haha! The last time kasi during Gelay's debut, I dint get to take a picture of Dino, eh. :\ Hahaha! :)) I love it. Marga's probably still in cloud 9 right now. Dayng! &lt;em&gt;Kantahan ka ba naman ni Dino ng Binibini at may kasama pang &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;mga&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;kiss! Fun fun fun! Took lotsa pictures. We can't help it. We're camwhores. Hahahaha!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since it was Marga's birthday, I had a&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; shot&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for her. Yes! Can you believe that? That's something.. extraordinary. Hahaha! Tej &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt; made us take shots, &lt;em&gt;eh. Ayan.&lt;/em&gt; Grabe sa convincing powers. Hahaha!! :)) Had 2 shots for the night. And guess what. Tej made Cheenee take a shot. Imagine that! Super memorable, I swear! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember getting &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;teary-eyed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when I was with them on stage while we were slowdancing and singing while the band was playing &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;I Don't Wanna Miss a Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It just occured to me how much I miss high school. How much &lt;em&gt;I miss those people that I was with last night&lt;/em&gt;. I love you all. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;.. It's not the alcohol. I'm sure it's your heart..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115597273087624976?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115597273087624976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115597273087624976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115597273087624976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115597273087624976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/cuervo.html' title='Cuervo.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115597174004041256</id><published>2006-08-19T15:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T15:16:46.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the l (el) word</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;August 17th Entry&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not yet ready to deal with you. So please, will you just stay away for the meantime and let me figure things out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oh my! Now, who is the busy ass? I guess that's me. Hahaha! Everything's happening so quickly. We're having our second departmental exam in Math next week. Plus, the test that we're supposed to have taken this morning in Philo1 was moved next Thursday, which is really really bad 'cause we are having our Histo test that same day, too! Waaaah :( Imagine how toxic my blockmates and I can get. Five Chapters + six modules = KILLMERIGHTNOW. Gaaaaah! It's like squeezing in the four hell weeks we have for each school year in high school. But I know we'll survive all these. It is just a matter of perseverance to pass and determination to get an uno. (Yeah, right! Hahaha!) I just have to organize stuff and yeah, use my planner!! It helps - it really helps - to own a planner at times like this, most especially if you are like me who easily forgets things. Forgetful Mary. Hahaha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August month is debut month for the reason that three members of the Block5'06 (MC people) are celebrating their birthdays this month. Kax just celebrated her 18th birthday last August 8th (Belated, gelpren!) and well, sad to say, I wasnt able to attend her debut. Nobody'd drive me there so I guess I just had to let it pass. Haaay. I miss you! :\ Marga, on the other hand, is celebrating her 18th birthday today! Happy Birthday, sweetie! :D Sheela and I are off to Virgin Cafe tomorrow after class. Party time! :)) Jessa, the other August debutante will be celebrating her 18th birthday on the 26th. Whew! So many celebrants! Im loving it because these are the chances I got to see my friends whom I really miss so much once more. Can't wait to see you babes! Mwah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, after my Bridge class, I was supposed to go home already to transcribe my interview for Histo and study for our Philo test. Instead, I went with Dongca, Rob, Juvy and Luigi to PGH and then to Dongca's condo after. Yes, umepal ako. Hahaha! :)) Such insane moments in Dongca's condo. Such insane moments!! :)) While waiting for the two, Rob and Dongca accompanied me in my quest for the perfect gift and perfect outfit for the debut tomorrow. I found this really cute boho dress and I am loving it. Thank you both! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 4. I was supposed to meet up with my cousin Cams. DLSU's beside Dongcs's condo lang kasi but since I had to leave na, I dint meet up with her na. I went to Glorietta after to buy a gift for Marga. Finally! After days of searching, I found the perfect gift. Yeeeeeey! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably all for now. I resume with my homeworks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115597174004041256?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115597174004041256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115597174004041256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115597174004041256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115597174004041256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/l-el-word.html' title='the l (el) word'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115543156000758001</id><published>2006-08-13T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T09:12:40.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweeter than gravity.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes, we tend to keep on searching for the answers yet we know there are just two possibilities:1.) These answers will make us uber happy up to the point that we tell ourselves that &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;there's nothing that we would want more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;; and 2.) These answers are bound to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;disappoint&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; us and make us &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; the search.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Over and over again, I try to tell myself that we can never be more than friends. And all the while inside I know it is REAL - the way you make me feel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap. Everything's just so complicated. And confusing, if I must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently playing the CD that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dongca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; gave me. Indeed full of songs which make me fall in love. Thank you so much for the surprise, dear! :) I &lt;3 you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;No one else comes close to you. No one makes me feel the way you do. You're special to me. And you'll always be, eternally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;With just a touch, it can do so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I may get the main point of my little conversation with Ate Chelle and Dongca in my tagboard..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Masarap mahulog. Lalo na kung hahayaan mo ang sarili mo. Pero parte parin ng lahat ng ito ang masaktan.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;The hurt gives love its thrill." -Ate Chelle&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115543156000758001?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115543156000758001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115543156000758001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115543156000758001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115543156000758001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/sweeter-than-gravity.html' title='sweeter than gravity.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115537884026174665</id><published>2006-08-12T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T18:34:00.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you give me more reasons to fall for you everyday..</title><content type='html'>Enough said. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115537884026174665?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115537884026174665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115537884026174665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115537884026174665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115537884026174665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-give-me-more-reasons-to-fall-for.html' title='you give me more reasons to fall for you everyday..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115513317103853536</id><published>2006-08-09T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:19:31.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where art thou?</title><content type='html'>Hey, I miss you. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Cousin Elise&lt;/span&gt;, I am using this layout for the meantime muna, a? No, don't question your creativity! I love what you've made! I just think this layout is what fits to a T right now. Don't worry. I'll use it again soon. Okay? Love you lots! Mwah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SocSci play yesterday was super fun, I swear! I am proud of my groupmates. The actors're so professional! Yes! I love it. I love them all! It was really fun and funny! Yeah! I just can remember how the audience grew wild over the favorite scenes of George and Luigi. Hahaha! Oh my. I just can remember the look. Hahahahahaha!! Even Prof. Valbuena was laughing. Thank God they loved our play! Good job everyone! Careless Whisper + The One You Love = HOLY CRAP. Hahahahaah! :)) *Cheers, everyone!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh. Suddenly, I am craving for bananaque once again. Oyes! A sugar-coated one, okay? Haha! Bananaque tripping this morning with Ellie and Nat. Yes! The best! I'd probably grab a stick tomorrow once again. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I haven't finished my Philo homeworks yet. Gotta go and finish 'em. Yes, I know I've already mastered the art of cramming. But well. Sometimes, I am a good girl. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night, people. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115513317103853536?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115513317103853536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115513317103853536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115513317103853536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115513317103853536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/where-art-thou.html' title='where art thou?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115494903398292559</id><published>2006-08-07T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T19:10:34.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i am already under your spell.</title><content type='html'>I can't believe you've put me under your spell that fast, my dear! Is it going to be any better? Or would the happiness eventually lead to sadness? Will the euphoric feeling turn to a disappointing one? Or will the power of the so-called &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;fate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; work well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. &lt;em&gt;I am happy&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I feel sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, how come at one point I feel &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;confusion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Why is there doubting? Why am I feeling this crap? After all, I've said that my feelings for you are a hundred percent sure, right? :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I yearn for more than what is there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; yet I know I shouldn't be? Why do I want to know what's bound to happen to the two of us in the coming days or months or maybe years yet I know that I should take things slowly? I've always been advising my friends to take it slow and never rush things but why can't I be a living example to them? Why do &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suddenly start to lose my defenses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Why am I expecting too much?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As what my soul sister told me, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I've got it bad&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know. It has only been a matter of days, but I am liking you so fast.. Not yet falling. Not just yet. But it's bound to happen soon enough. I am pretty much sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless circumstances do not permit me to like you anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hate you for casting a spell on me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;s&gt;I prevented myself&lt;/s&gt;. But I did surrender. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc9933;"&gt;You caught me defenseless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; think &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; know but &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; have &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; idea. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115494903398292559?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115494903398292559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115494903398292559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115494903398292559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115494903398292559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-am-already-under-your-spell.html' title='i am already under your spell.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115483391784279787</id><published>2006-08-06T10:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T11:11:57.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beatiful wife</title><content type='html'>The past week surely is a perfect example of a hell week. Yeah. :\ In high school, we usually experience it a week or two weeks before our quarterly exams. But college is indeed different. It is more difficult than high school, of course. &lt;em&gt;Nakaka-stress pero kahit papano, masaya parin.&lt;/em&gt; Yes. I am still surviving and there's no way that I am going to give up. I have to work hardER and not be a lazy ass! Hahaha!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math1 first departmental exam last Thursday, from 5:30 to 7:30 in the evening. Yes. That long and that late! (Btw, MTV Pilipinas was there from 4:30 to 8. Bad. Urbandub, Itchyworms, Dicta License and Pupil were there. Plus! Plus! Marc Abaya! Talk about a major unfortunate event for me. :\) My class started at 8:30 that day so what about a whole day in school? I have been sick since that night until now, mind you. And since I really had to study for the exam, I was up until 2 in the morning. I just had 4 hours of sleep. And I was awake from 6 in the morning until 9 in the evening of Thursday. My mom and dad picked me up after my exam. I was really having a hard time figuring out how I'd do the other things which I needed to pass last Friday. I had two outline to make for Comm1 plus an essay! And I had to read this article for SocSci1 and make a table. I wasn't feeling any better after the exam. I had a throbbing head and I did not have much energy to do stuff. Finally, I decided to just sleep for about an hour and a half. So, I slept and woke up at 11:00 in the evening. I was up until 4 in the morning doing my homeworks. :\ Aaaah. Thank God I finished 'em all! Gad. So that left me with 2 hours of sleep only! Good thing we only had two subjects last Friday. PE and SocSci1. Actually, we dint have our prof in PE. He was somewhere else so that's good. I can rest. Classes that afternoon were cancelled due to the program that the college had. My groupmates and I stayed in Starbucks to make the script for our play in SocSci on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was with my blockmates. We went to Rizal Coliseum for the Taek tournament thing. We were required, okay? Haha! :)) Our prof told us that it would be held at Ninoy Aquino Stadium but it wasn't going to be held there &lt;em&gt;pala.&lt;/em&gt; Badtrip 'cause it was raining hard &lt;em&gt;pa!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ang gulo pa sa Rizal Coliseum so pano nalang yon.&lt;/em&gt; Stayed there until 1 and then we went to Rob's house after. Practice for our SocSci play. Oyes. We were able to accomplish lotsa things though our lead star and the other geisha weren't around. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty busy, isn't it? Expect more days like these to come in the very very near future. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you aware of the fact&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; that you make me smile?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;That you make me happy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;That you make me get &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; every now and then?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That I always want to see you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;That I like every single thing about you?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;That I want to spend time with you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I like you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115483391784279787?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115483391784279787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115483391784279787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115483391784279787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115483391784279787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-meeting-man-of-my-dreams-and-then.html' title='it&apos;s meeting the man of my dreams and then meeting his beatiful wife'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115468811345845621</id><published>2006-08-04T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T18:41:53.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my first august entry</title><content type='html'>I am so &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am deprived of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;smiling&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;getting "kilig&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;keeping on telling myself that &lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;life&lt;/span&gt; is indeed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;beautiful&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;constantly singing that song..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all because of &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOU&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm off to a dinner out with my family. Catch up with you later, k, k? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115468811345845621?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115468811345845621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115468811345845621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115468811345845621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115468811345845621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-first-august-entry.html' title='my first august entry'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115422896834519537</id><published>2006-07-30T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T16:31:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday morning rain is falling</title><content type='html'>I had NSTP class yesterday which lasted for three hours. Yes! Three loooooong hours of sitting down, listening to our prof discuss. My butt was in pain because of too much sitting down. I was just taking down notes, doodling on my cute pink notebook, which has a bikini design on the front cover, checking out the time every now and then, talking to my seatmates and .. texting? Haha. :)) And oh! I also had a grumbling stomach. So, whataboutthat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to my lola's abode yesterday afternoon before hearing mass. Went to Eastwood after. Spongecola performed last night and well. I am not anymore into them. Studying in a school situated beside theirs, them being invited over to perform for our fairs and College Days, I am over those Spongecola fanatic days. Yes, they are great performers. I know that. I'm just saying that I am happy to have seen them perform live for quite a number of times already. It was fun seeing them last night, too. However, I just got &lt;em&gt;slightly&lt;/em&gt; pissed by some audience who are diehard fans of them. :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. I am so surprised by the different teams' standing in the UAAP. NU is pretty good this season, I must say. Come on! Beating UST &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; FEU? They must have undergone a damn training, right? And as my mom was flipping through the channels last night, we came across ANC, I think, and the FEU's head coach (?) was being interviewed regarding the team's standing. The team that's hailed champion for two consecutive seasons at the bottom of the list? That's pretty surprising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;This morning, my mom was watching this sort of a documentary in BBC World. It interested me so I watched it, too. Yes! It was an interesting documentary(?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to go to Guatemala. They do not have respect for women. When I say "they", I mean the president plus the police and the authorities. You see, there were hundreds of women killed, raped and persecuted but they are not doing anything about it. The criminals are free, and are even proclaiming that they have killed a number of women already. When one killer was asked why he killed women, he said that he was excited upon seeing blood flow from them. How cruel! He chopped them using a machete. It is so sad. I pity the women of Guatemala. Hell, you can't even count on their president!! For Christ's sake!! Many families have lost their daughters who were raped and brutally murdered and whose bodies were found at the river bed or somewhere else but the authorities didn't even bother to investigate. What the f?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I came to a conclusion that there is another country whose situation is worse than that of the Philippines. With all the promises and yeah, &lt;u&gt;wishlist&lt;/u&gt; of our president which she stated on her SONA last Monday, Guatemala has a president who does not care about his countrymen's safety and lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115422896834519537?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115422896834519537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115422896834519537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115422896834519537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115422896834519537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/sunday-morning-rain-is-falling.html' title='sunday morning rain is falling'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115399890216790605</id><published>2006-07-27T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T21:19:02.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bakit ka hindi nagpakita sa akin? =(</title><content type='html'>Bad ka. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. At least &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;crush #2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; showed his face to me. As well as happy crush. Haha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pakita ka sa akin tomorrow, a?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kasi naman, &lt;/em&gt;there were no classes for five straight days and I was anticipating &lt;em&gt;pa naman &lt;/em&gt;for this day 'cause I will see you again. But you dint show your face to me, not even once. Grrr. :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the &lt;em&gt;ilusyonada&lt;/em&gt; mode. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine. I just had one pancake for breakfast. I dint eat lunch. Well, if you call a meal (that I wasn't able to finish, mind you) with large fries and iced tea "lunch" then, go ahead. I was not in the mood for something heavy, uh, for anything at all, I'm pretty sure, this lunch time. My tummy was doing some weird upside-down actions since Philo1 started. I did not feel comfortable with the aircon in full blast, too. It was terrible. I wasn't able to answer properly &lt;em&gt;tuloy&lt;/em&gt; the test that Prof. Imperial gave us. Talk about a major disappointing score for my first Philo1 test. Oh crap. This adds up to the sadness I am feeling right now. Uh, lemme scratch that off. I am not sad, okay? I saw *toooot* and *tooot* &lt;em&gt;naman.&lt;/em&gt; To compensate &lt;em&gt;ba&lt;/em&gt; for not seeing *announcement!! I was about to type down his name here!!!! Oh no!!!!! Good thing I realized his name is censored. Well, unless I am not conversing with complete strangers, then I will shamelessly say his name, moreover his surname, when I am conversing with my lovely friends. :D* going back. To compensate for me not seeing him today. Oyeah. I like that. Hahaha!! Shit. I cannot believe I am talking about my crush&lt;strong&gt;ES&lt;/strong&gt; here. It's &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crazy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;freaky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. It's &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;abnormal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Wahahahaha!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving the quotes that my sweetie, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, gave me. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Absence makes the heart grow fonder."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concurrently as my love for that said quote, I am so into the statement that lovely Dongca just said! If WickerPark has "Love can make you do crazy things." , Dongca has &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Crushes can make you do crazier things."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; :)) Cute, right? Haha! &lt;em&gt;(Ang hindi mag-agree, pangit.&lt;/em&gt; Hahahaha!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So. Haha! What about an entry about my current crushes? Yiiiiii &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115399890216790605?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115399890216790605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115399890216790605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115399890216790605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115399890216790605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/bakit-ka-hindi-nagpakita-sa-akin.html' title='bakit ka hindi nagpakita sa akin? =('/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115390107321623530</id><published>2006-07-26T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T16:04:33.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weh? hindi nga?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Bravo!&lt;/em&gt; I had my PowerPoint presentation for History burned in a cd already!! Hurrah!! Thank God Netopia is just a few blocks away. :D Now I am finally done with the only thing that worries me a lot! Whew! Anyhoo. Like what I have said this morning, if I were to finish my presentation on time, I am going to blog again later this day. So, HELLO. Haha! I am back. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang saya! Wala akong pasok today.&lt;/em&gt; Whatabout a very looooooooooong weekend?! ;) &lt;em&gt;Isang hirit pa?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha!! &lt;em&gt;Bawing bawi ang mga gabing walang tulog &lt;/em&gt;last week. Winner! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ay, wait. Before everything else, I want to greet two blockmates who are celebrating their birthdays this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Bige!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; (Today, July 26th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Chawen!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (Tomorrow, July 27th)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once again had my nails done. It's long overdue na, actually. It's so addicting. Is it bad already? : I don't know. I am just.. addicted. Hahaha!! I just couldn't wait. So, as soon as I saw a salon, I went inside na and had them paint my nails. &lt;em&gt;Wala lang. &lt;/em&gt;Just sharing. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what's weird? I feel like one crazy person who is so inlove with someone. The weird thing is that I am not inlove with anyone. Get? I just feel inlove.. with no one. Haha! &lt;em&gt;Labo&lt;/em&gt; much? &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt; it is hard to explain but I am in the mood for love. Major yaaaak! Haha! I better stop now &lt;em&gt;bago pa kung ano masabi ko dito.&lt;/em&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shouldn't have blogged after all. Crazy. I am insane. Wahahahaha!! &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Eto sayo: *the finger*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hah. Hah. Hah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang kyut kyut mo. &lt;/em&gt;*sarcasm, hello?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115390107321623530?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115390107321623530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115390107321623530' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115390107321623530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115390107321623530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/weh-hindi-nga.html' title='weh? hindi nga?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115388008886494850</id><published>2006-07-26T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T10:14:48.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good morning, sunshine!</title><content type='html'>Uh, no. I did not wake up just a few minutes before typing this blog entry. I have been awake since 8. And for the record, I went straight to the bathroom to bathe after I woke up. ;) I am trying to finish my History PowerPoint presentation this morning so that I can go to a computer shop nearby to have it burned in a cd. Darn. Our PC does not have a burner &lt;em&gt;pala.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Buti&lt;/em&gt; I checked last night. Had I not checked if I can save my presentation in a cd, then I'd probably be a deadmeat come Thursday. Oyeah. Just brilliant! So, I better get moving. No lazy ass here or else I won't accomplish anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, you know the email alerts you get when a contact posts something in his/her Multiply? Well, I had one this morning and I clicked &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Chia's&lt;/span&gt; Multiply, particularly her vanity album, and it occurred to me that I am missing her so much. She's in the States now. =s Btw, I stole two of your pictures from you&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/chia2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/chia2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;r Prichia album, darling. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/1600/chia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7421/2541/320/chia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;Come back &lt;em&gt;na kasi!!!&lt;/em&gt; We miss you. Love you, dear!! Take care. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. That's it for now. If I get to finish my presentation on time, then I'd probably be posting another entry later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, tata. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115388008886494850?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115388008886494850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115388008886494850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115388008886494850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115388008886494850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/good-morning-sunshine_26.html' title='good morning, sunshine!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115380721334069219</id><published>2006-07-25T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T14:00:13.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well, if he finds out, we get to see if he's a flirt or not..</title><content type='html'>I &amp;hearts; Dongca. She does not fail to make me laugh or smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new layout after a very long time, eh? Haha! I just am in the mood for a major make-over of my blog. It's like cleaning my room or something. It's something that I own, something that I am responsible of. So, I better make it look presentable and all that, right? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just don't know the glee I am feeling right now. It's beyond description, my dear. I just can't explain it. I feel weird, but at the same time, content. Aaah. See? Like what I have said, it's beyond description. :) A feeling like this comes only once in a blue moon so I'd rather savor the moment. I wonder who made me feel this stupid (in a good way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the rain. The cool weather it brings and how you can just simply sit in front of the computer and chat with your friends about anything and everything under the sun and how you can just lie down on your bed and hug your pillow tight while watching your fave t.v. show. Aaaah. The comfort and joy rainy days bring. But it calls for a reality check, too. Not all of us benefit from the cool weather and whatnot. Many are homeless. Many are sick. Many are hungry. That's the depressing part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. President GMA's SONA suddenly flashed back in my mind. I dint watch the whole thing anymore. I saw the first part but, whatever. There are still a lot of things that need to be done and oh well. Let's wait for another decade or so, perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyeah. One more thing that I love about rainy days is that it is a perfect time for listening to some soothing music. A while ago, I enjoyed listening to Lisa Loeb's Stay. Gaaad. I love that song. :) This morning &lt;em&gt;naman,&lt;/em&gt;  after listening to some chill out music, I played some summer party music naman. I &amp;hearts; it. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K, k. I'll go for now. I pity the computer. I think it can't handle being used for countless hours now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bbye! I go. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115380721334069219?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115380721334069219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115380721334069219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115380721334069219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115380721334069219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/well-if-he-finds-out-we-get-to-see-if.html' title='well, if he finds out, we get to see if he&apos;s a flirt or not..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115371223778067526</id><published>2006-07-24T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T11:37:17.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They cancelled classes last night and sure, I am happy about it. I mean, come on! It was already past eleven last night and I was still in the process of typing down the third article for my Histo PowerPoint presentation!! I couldn't get that much extra points for that, right? If I want to earn more points then I'd do more than three articles for sure. Shux. I super sucked bigtime in my Histo prelims and it's so depressing. &lt;em&gt;Kailangan kong bumawi &lt;/em&gt;:(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANT TO SEE THE DOLLS LIVE!!!!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115371223778067526?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115371223778067526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115371223778067526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115371223778067526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115371223778067526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-cancelled-classes-last-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115363823715001025</id><published>2006-07-23T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T19:31:14.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Juice.. With Vodka, anyone?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Edited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days spell nothing but B-U-S-Y, but still tolerable. I mean, I can still afford to go to Rob after class and chill with my friends or go online or watch t.v. somehow. That's not yet that busy, right? There are many things that need to be done. School work, particularly. Toxic much? I believe not yet. It's only the beginning and there's more to come. Homeworks and the like come every now and then but who says I surrender? I mean, come on. I do complain but it's nothing, really. I know it won't do me any good. I know it won't lessen the workload that I have, so why complain? I take one step at a time. One day at a time. One school work at a time. After that, everything will fall into place, despite the number of things that you are required to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I officially belong to an org. I am happy and excited about it. We were once applicants and I am proud of all of us because we were able to surpass the challenges and whatnot. It's a matter of perseverance and determination, like what I always say. And if you really want it, you'll work hard for it, right? Giving up is not in my vocab anymore. A strong person does not give up. I want to be strong, thus I won't give up. I am sure my college would be as productive as I thought it will be. Toxic? Oyeah. It's not just about carrying a shitload of school stuff. It's about dealing with life's difficulties and endeavors in general. So, to all the new BestSoc members, cheers to us all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some random thingamajig for you all:&lt;br /&gt;1. Histo prelim last Thursday was really difficult. I sucked. BIGTIME. I badly need extra points so I'd do whatever my prof asks us to just to earn those extra points.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I want to sleep more. I've been deprived of a good night's sleep since Wednesday and all I want to do is sleep more, since I've been able to sleep pretty well today. Damn. GMA should have cancelled classes. Grr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Robin's post birthday celebration last Friday was fun! :D Introducing.. The VODKA family. :) Hahaha! There was Trina with her red face, who chugged two glasses of water consecutively, George who was constantly saying that she wasn't tipsy yet but she kept on standing up and walking and laughing and creating this sound as if she was vomitting that makes me jump up in shock, Luigi who told his aunt over the phone that he was already at the 1st floor but was actually still waiting for his bottle of Red Horse, Cheng who kept on dancing.. And the list goes on. To sum it all up, we had fun because all we had that night had vodka in it. Hahahahaha!! Happy Birthday, dear Robin! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sheela and Aby are still our Ms. Freshies. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I almost did not attend the BestSoc picnic yesterday because I woke up rather late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. There was a snatcher with a knife-woman-men-passengers-by-standers-guards drama along Taft ave. when I was on my way home!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I still have a PowerPoint presentation for History to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND!! I have a new crush. Let's call him crush #2. Crush #1 broke my &amp;hearts; &lt;em&gt;kasi, eh. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time, people. I have to study first. :) Mwahmwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115363823715001025?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115363823715001025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115363823715001025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115363823715001025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115363823715001025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/juice-with-vodka-anyone.html' title='Juice.. With Vodka, anyone?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115317603441083832</id><published>2006-07-18T06:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T06:40:34.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakfast at Studio 23</title><content type='html'>Start of my class today is at 11:30. But since I miss mah hommie so much, I woke up early just to see her on tv. Oyeah. She's a star, alongside her band members!! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!! You are beautiful. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Hymn of Siren in Breakfast at Studio 23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Go, go, go!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh gosh. I miss IV-5. :/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115317603441083832?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115317603441083832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115317603441083832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115317603441083832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115317603441083832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/breakfast-at-studio-23.html' title='Breakfast at Studio 23'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115313299355210149</id><published>2006-07-17T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-23T15:05:57.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>akshdajeoprjqk mkwoc wojeocqkne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115313299355210149?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115313299355210149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115313299355210149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115313299355210149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115313299355210149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/akshdajeoprjqk-mkwoc-wojeocqkne.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115305348143652496</id><published>2006-07-16T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T20:45:08.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buy Me.</title><content type='html'>Soo.. how the hell will I do this friggin' homework? Advertise myself. Uh, yeah, sure. Eeeeek. Hahaha! I don't know how to start. I don't knooooooooooow. My brain is not functioning right now, as it always is most of the time. Holy crap. Hahaha! I need to get my mind off of other things and concentrate on this homework. I want to get this over with!! Just one damn homework and then &lt;em&gt;voila!&lt;/em&gt; I am off to bed. AGAIN. Did you know that I was basically sleeping the whole day? Now you know. How unproductive of me! Hahaha! But I think I have good reasons behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was not going to make it on time last Friday for my PE class, eh we had our practicals scheduled on that day. LRT had technical probs Friday and there were a lot of people at the station. It was raining and I was alone and I thought I was already running late. I was actually close to tears because I could not think of any other possible way already to go to school since if I were to take a cab, I'd be caught up in a heavy traffic and it seemed that the LRT was not going to work soon enough. I was talking with my mom on the cell and apparently, a train came. So many people, I swear. I even had my feet stepped on by people. Ladies who were wearing high-heeled shoes!! They dint have mercy on me. I was only wearing my flips! Aaaack. Plus! I was wearing my jacket then. As soon as the doors were open, people started to push each other just to get in the ride. I pushed, and got pushed, and fortunately, I got in the train. To my horror, &lt;em&gt;walang aircon!!!!!!&lt;/em&gt; I did not have the &lt;strong&gt;time, space, &lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;ability&lt;/strong&gt; to remove my jacket anymore. &lt;em&gt;Tae. Ang init.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pero wala nang reklamo reklamo. Basta nakababa na ako ng Pedro Gil. &lt;/em&gt;It was waaaaaaaay cooler outside. Whew! I even saw Luigi and tapped his shoulder before going down the stairs. &lt;em&gt;Mukhang muntik pa niya daw akong taekwondo-hin. Akala niya kung sino ako. &lt;/em&gt;Excited much, eh? Haha! Most of my classmates came later than the usual time &lt;em&gt;na pumapasok sila para sa &lt;/em&gt;PE class. We thought PE pracs would be cancelled but well. They were not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not expecting to get that score for my practical test. &lt;em&gt;Pero ang saya.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George gave me a ride home. &lt;em&gt;Joke time pa nga kami bago umalis na baka hindi na daw ako makauwi ng buhay. &lt;/em&gt;An ambulance better be following us just in case something happens. Hahaha!! I envy you, George. Hanep ka na magdrive! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, we ate lunch at my lola's house. It was my tito's birthday last Thursday kasi. We watched Pirates of the Carribean after in Shang. Johnny Depp + Orlando Bloom = &amp;hearts; &amp;hearts; ♥ Tas, heard mass then ate dinner at my tita's house after. Watched naman Aquamarine. Raymond is &amp;hearts;!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teka. I have to start doing my homework na. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye. Night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll see you tomorrow, Tommy. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115305348143652496?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115305348143652496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115305348143652496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115305348143652496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115305348143652496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/buy-me.html' title='Buy Me.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115275680777249705</id><published>2006-07-13T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T17:39:02.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE IS BETTER THAN NONE.</title><content type='html'>- Dongca, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyeah. I'm loving that line. Haha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends, family, strangers, supporters, enemies, lovers, neighbors, schoolmates, teachers, President GMA, and the whole Filipino nation..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM ON A MISSION &lt;s&gt;IM&lt;/s&gt;POSSIBLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;------Wtf?! Hahahaha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At 5:32 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Angge just texted me and told me that we have classes tomorrow already. Daym. I already conditioned myself that I won't be going to school tomorrow. Looks like I just did a major wrong move. Oh, crap. I am going to flunk my PE subject. Fo shiz. I'm deadmeat. =s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115275680777249705?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115275680777249705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115275680777249705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115275680777249705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115275680777249705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-is-better-than-none.html' title='ONE IS BETTER THAN NONE.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115270059263504696</id><published>2006-07-12T17:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:36:32.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I crush you, ___.</title><content type='html'>It has been a very long time since I last seriously liked someone. Sadly, even had a crush on at that. Sure, I had those happy crushes which just lasted for about a few days the feeling is superduper short-term only. Hahaha! You know what? I missed having a serious crush, but not to the extent that I am crazy over him or something. When I say serious crush, I mean that the "feeling" I have for this someone is not the short-term one. I know it because I say so. Hahaha! But seriously speaking, I think I have added something on my list of reasons why I love to go to school everyday. Oyeah. So, guys, don't be surprised if at times, I am so much in the mood to go to school. I'm not crazy nor insane. I just &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; him and I want to see him. Oyeah. That's the way I like it. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for my lovelife. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, the weather is getting worse and worse. I love the rainy season only for the reason that it gives us that cool weather. Just perfect for a hot cup of coffee, a good long sleep (Oh crap. I just did that this day. I think I need to recharge more. :p) listening to some soothing music and watching your favorite t.v. show. Oyeah, as well as those no-class or classes-are-cancelled drama. I hate having my feet wet when it rains. I get that uncomfy feeling. But if I am playing soccer under the pouring rain in MC's muddy football field, ay, I won't mind.. ATALL. Shit. I am missing so many things and so many people right now. =s Anyhoo. Going back to the bad weather we're having as of the moment, well, well, well. I pity those homeless people. Those who don't have anything to shelter them from the cold temperature. Let alone those people who sleep on streets having themselves soaked up in the cold pouring rain. That's not a pretty sight, you know. Tsss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to our country?? Is there any improvement in our economy? Call me up if there happens to be some good news, all right? Ay. I hate the president na. Nothing good is happening. Oyeah. One more year until I can finally vote. Sure, I'd think more than twice before voting. I'd be sure the people I vote DESERVE to be in their positions. Holy crap. The people nowadays are hard to believe and to trust! That's a tragic thing, right? The hell. &lt;strong&gt;Hahahahahahaha!!&lt;/strong&gt; I suddenly remembered our Math class yesterday with a substitute prof for Ma'am Nangan. We discussed about the converse, conditional logic stuff. We were asked what we would do if we were Erap. He gave us a situation, but sadly, I forgot the exact statement he said. Basta, Luigi's answer is damn funny. He said something like Erap would not understand a thing the prosecutor says. Yes, because of his mental capacity. Pun intended, kids. But let's face the truth. Bwahaha! Just kidding. I just find it amusing. :p No offense to his supporters or something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay. I can't wait for tomorrow already. :p I bet you know why. Hahahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta, I promise to give you updates on things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til then. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I crush you. &amp;hearts;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115270059263504696?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115270059263504696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115270059263504696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115270059263504696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115270059263504696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-crush-you_12.html' title='I crush you, ___.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115270058431464469</id><published>2006-07-12T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T18:36:24.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I crush you, ___.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It has been a very long time since I last seriously liked someone. Sadly, even had a crush on at that. Sure, I had those happy crushes which just lasted for about a few days the feeling is superduper short-term only. Hahaha! You know what? I missed having a serious crush, but not to the extent that I am crazy over him or something. When I say serious crush, I mean that the "feeling" I have for this someone is not the short-term one. I know it because I say so. Hahaha! But seriously speaking, I think I have added something on my list of reasons why I love to go to school everyday. Oyeah. So, guys, don't be surprised if at times, I am so much in the mood to go to school. I'm not crazy nor insane. I just &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crush&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; him and I want to see him. Oyeah. That's the way I like it. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for my lovelife. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Obviously, the weather is getting worse and worse. I love the rainy season only for the reason that it gives us that cool weather. Just perfect for a hot cup of coffee, a good long sleep (Oh crap. I just did that this day. I think I need to recharge more. :p) listening to some soothing music and watching your favorite t.v. show. Oyeah, as well as those no-class or classes-are-cancelled drama. I hate having my feet wet when it rains. I get that uncomfy feeling. But if I am playing soccer under the pouring rain in MC's muddy football field, ay, I won't mind.. ATALL. Shit. I am missing so many things and so many people right now. =s Anyhoo. Going back to the bad weather we're having as of the moment, well, well, well. I pity those homeless people. Those who don't have anything to shelter them from the cold temperature. Let alone those people who sleep on streets having themselves soaked up in the cold pouring rain. That's not a pretty sight, you know. Tsss. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What is happening to our country?? Is there any improvement in our economy? Call me up if there happens to be some good news, all right? Ay. I hate the president na. Nothing good is happening. Oyeah. One more year until I can finally vote. Sure, I'd think more than twice before voting. I'd be sure the people I vote DESERVE to be in their positions. Holy crap. The people nowadays are hard to believe and to trust! That's a tragic thing, right? The hell. &lt;strong&gt;Hahahahahahaha!!&lt;/strong&gt; I suddenly remembered our Math class yesterday with a substitute prof for Ma'am Nangan. We discussed about the converse, conditional logic stuff. We were asked what we would do if we were Erap. He gave us a situation, but sadly, I forgot the exact statement he said. Basta, Luigi's answer is damn funny. He said something like Erap would not understand a thing the prosecutor says. Yes, because of his mental capacity. Pun intended, kids. But let's face the truth. Bwahaha! Just kidding. I just find it amusing. :p No offense to his supporters or something. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaay. I can't wait for tomorrow already. :p I bet you know why. Hahahaha!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Basta, I promise to give you updates on things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;'Til then. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I crush you. &amp;hearts;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115270058431464469?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115270058431464469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115270058431464469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115270058431464469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115270058431464469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-crush-you.html' title='I crush you, ___.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115217812167645087</id><published>2006-07-06T17:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:28:41.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me in Outer Space</title><content type='html'>Woah. What about updating my bloggy blog everyday? Woah. Woah. Woah. Despite of my hectic (naks! Hectic &lt;em&gt;daw, o!&lt;/em&gt; :p) schedule in school, can you believe that it is STILL possible for me to update my online journal? Hell yeah. Okay. So much for the drama. :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freak. Tomorrow, Ill be having PE class. Talk about major perspiration and tiresome stretchings and warm ups. Yo. Yo. Yo. Haha! I can't believe I will be that sticky and soaked in perspiration early tomorrow morning. And for the rest of the Fridays this sem. Ha. Ha. Ha. Okay, what's up with the friggin' choppy sentences? &lt;em&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/em&gt; The attack of my weird side &lt;em&gt;lang. &lt;/em&gt;:p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal at 2:30 but went to Natio in G1 first to have my SocSci articles binded (?). Boo. Natio in Rob Manila does not bind (?.) I only got a hundred bucks in my wallet left and then. To my horror.. HORROR &lt;em&gt;talaga, eh, noh?&lt;/em&gt; :p I saw a &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HUUUUUGE&lt;/span&gt; banner in Zara saying that they're on sale. *hagulgol* Hahaha! Okay. Stop the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fo sheeeez. I still need to read for SocSci and do my Comm1 homeworksssssssssssssssssssssssss. Emphasis on the many S's. :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115217812167645087?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115217812167645087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115217812167645087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115217812167645087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115217812167645087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/meet-me-in-outer-space.html' title='Meet Me in Outer Space'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115209698410696288</id><published>2006-07-05T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T18:56:24.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Wednesday Afternoon. ;)</title><content type='html'>This day basically spells F-U-N.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I went to school to complete the required 5 hours of &lt;em&gt;tambay &lt;/em&gt;time in BestSoc's &lt;em&gt;tambayan &lt;/em&gt;outside Rizal Hall. I still lacked three hours and eight minutes so, not wanting to spend two of my breaktimes there, I went to school today just to do the &lt;em&gt;tambay&lt;/em&gt;-ing eventhough it's a no class day for me and my blockmates. I realized I did the right thing 'cause had it not been for this requirement, I might have missed out on a tiring, yeah, and FUN day. :D Anyhoo. Going back.. Since I left the house waaaay early and arrived there waaaaay early, I stayed in the Lib (weh! Lib daw o! Hahaha!) for a while and tried to memorize for Comm1 and i even attempted to answer the exercises turned homeworks! &lt;em&gt;Ang dami dami nun, a.&lt;/em&gt; :o So, at around quarter to 10, I met up with Robin and George and we stayed there sa &lt;em&gt;tambayan.&lt;/em&gt; I was able to ask some BestSoc members whom I wasn't able to see yesterday to sign my sigsheet and now I only need three more sigs! Yehey to me! :D Haha! :p &lt;em&gt;Tambay&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;sa &lt;/em&gt;brickwall after and then Rob met up with her friend tas George and I went to Rob and met up with Sheela there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came 1 and I was able to complete the five hours already. Hurraaaah!! :D Haha! Brickwall again, tas Rob, George, and I left for Glo na. But since we rode the train with sila Gellai, Brieg, and Bige (sp?) who were going to Dongca's house, we decided to go with them, too. So, stop at Vito Cruz and then they went to Dongca's house na but Rob and I stayed in DLSU &lt;em&gt;muna.&lt;/em&gt; We were hoping to see some friends there and I think we pretty much succeeded, though we saw a few people only. I met up with my cousin and her friends. Tour ba? Hahaha! Agno. And then Rob and I left na since it looked like rain was about to pour. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie marathon at Dongca's house. Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha! Loves it. Laughtrip, &lt;em&gt;sobra.&lt;/em&gt; :D And I decide to keep what happened this afternoon at her house a secret. ;) I left her condo with Rob at 4-ish?? Saw Daph pa!! Turns out, she's staying sa condo kung saan nakatira rin si Dongca. Cool. Haha!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am back home. I am left with a pile of school stuff and good luck to me talaga. Hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UAAP on Sat. Go UP! Go AdMU!!! Woohoo. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115209698410696288?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115209698410696288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115209698410696288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115209698410696288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115209698410696288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-wednesday-afternoon.html' title='One Wednesday Afternoon. ;)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115205549441316079</id><published>2006-07-05T07:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:24:54.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ewood</title><content type='html'>I forgot to blog about my most recent lakad with my friends, and that was last Friday, after school, in Eastwood for Cyril's post birthday celebration. Here are some pictures, which, as usual, I stole from people who brought along with them their precious digis - for vain people and camwhores. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/Dscf6633.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marga, Mary, Sheela, Cyril, Kacci and Tata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/Dscf6623.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/IMG_1820.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Ericaaaaaaaa!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115205549441316079?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115205549441316079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115205549441316079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115205549441316079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115205549441316079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/ewood.html' title='Ewood'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115201454280930556</id><published>2006-07-04T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T20:02:22.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tatak Singko.</title><content type='html'>I miss Gar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: gar!! kumusta na? miss na kitaaaaaaa!!&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: maryyy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: ako din!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: hehe&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: kumusta ateneo?&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: masaya naman&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: kaw?&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: good, good..&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: nakakapagod lang pero masaya rin naman. nice blockmates kaya walang problema.&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: dalawin mo akoooooo. haha!&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: gaga&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: lapit a&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: try ko bukas lakrin&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: wahahah&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: haha yes. perpek.&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: by monday next week, nandun kana.&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: oo&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: pag traffic baka tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: ay, onga. tama ka. pag saturday pa naman, traffic. hala. pano na yan????Garnet Keh: aybahala na&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: ahaha&lt;br /&gt;Garnet Keh: i miss you sobraa&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: i miss you, too, GRABE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Joahnna, too. I haven't talked to some friends for quite some time now that's why I don't know what's going on with them na. I feel stupid after Y!M-ing Rabs a while ago. It is indeed a wake up call. A call that requests me to talk with my classmates before I start losing contact with them in the near future. Who knows, diba? All of us are busy na and stuff. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: miss mo na ko? miss na kasi kita, eh..&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: rabeybs!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: hey mary baybeh!&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: hahaJoahnna Rabang: i miss you soo..&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: kumusta up?&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: nag AdMU ako&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: ay tanga. talaga?&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: haha!&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: yep yep&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: thought up ka.&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: si railla?&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: ayaw ko sumama sa rally&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: AdMU&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: hahahaha! sira.&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: weh? admu din?&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: akala ko up kayong dalawa. hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: yep&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: hahahaha&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: hindi noh&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: eh di samasama parin kayo nila den jan! swerte. hahaha!Joahnna Rabang: railla dugong bughaw na talaga un. AdMu sya talaga. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: yep yep&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: chem den ako raillJoahnna Rabang: ers jill gar kat&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: wow. dami nyo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: mia franz cy&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: cheen geeann&lt;br /&gt;Mary De Guzman: walangya.&lt;br /&gt;Joahnna Rabang: hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss 1..2..3..&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4-5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!! Animo Block 5! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have classes tomorrow but I'll be in school. Rob's abode after, and then Glorietta. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comm1 prof gave us a long list of things to do. What the. Okay, wish me luck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115201454280930556?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115201454280930556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115201454280930556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115201454280930556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115201454280930556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/tatak-singko.html' title='Tatak Singko.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115192247682189488</id><published>2006-07-03T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T18:27:56.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Smoke is a Natural Sign of a Lighted Cigar. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I am, another waste of everything you've dreamed of, I will let you down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loveless. Haha! So out of the blue. Just one random thought for you all!! Wat-eebar! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This moment right now is a very perfect example, INDEED, of those moments wherein I turn on the computer, go online, and plan to blog about the flooding thoughts in my mind with so much enthusiasm, though unfortunately for me, I've let those thoughts slip away. Haaaaay. I hate it when this happens. One second, I want to blog about this and that and then *poof* I don't even know what to blog about afterwards. Perfect, just lovely. Hahay! Oh well. Life is like this. You fall. You crawl. You break. You take what you get. Hahahahahahahaha! I remembered New York Minute &lt;em&gt;bigla tuloy.&lt;/em&gt; Sorry. It's just one of those weird moments of mine. Let me shine. This is my moment and thou shalt not interfere with my nuttiness, understand? :D Hahaha! it's better to be &lt;em&gt;baliw&lt;/em&gt; rather than rant and rant and rant and complain and complain and complain and curse and curse and curse and whatever and whatever and whatever. Homaygad. What's happening to me? Uh, I know. I just consumed a very scrumptious meal from Brother's Burger and maybe that's the reason why I am so cranky and everything. Add to that the sleepy feeling that I have. I am always like this. Please bear with me, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. So much for the weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I crammed in reading three chapters for Histo. Dayng! I was practically holding my book the whole day and to my surprise, our prof dint give us a quiz. And I believe that was a rather good thing since I was not that prepared to take a quiz yet. Next meeting perhaps. Haha! &lt;em&gt;Kahit ano..&lt;/em&gt; :p Now, I have to finish my Comm homework. Fo ssssshizzzzzzle. What the! Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;kakatamaaaaaaaad. &lt;/em&gt;Grar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dint go home right away after my last class. Hung out with Robin and company outside UPM for some time and then we went home na after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tae. Ang labo ko. Pasensya na. Bangege! Hi, Angge!! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115192247682189488?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115192247682189488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115192247682189488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115192247682189488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115192247682189488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/smoke-is-natural-sign-of-lighted-cigar.html' title='A Smoke is a Natural Sign of a Lighted Cigar. :)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115183865837529385</id><published>2006-07-02T18:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T19:10:58.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tada.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Sobrang hirap ng walang computer, &lt;/em&gt;promise!! Finally, we've a new PC now and we wouldn't have a hard time going to the computer shop after class hours anymore to do some typing and researching and printing.. Uh, not. Haha! Printer is still busted but that's okay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so happy that Manny Pacquiao won in his match today!! Hurrah!! CHEERS. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is once again a very nonsense entry. But, whatever. I am not in the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Have to read three chapters pa for Histo, plus readings for Philo, and.. I don't know. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115183865837529385?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115183865837529385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115183865837529385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115183865837529385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115183865837529385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/07/tada.html' title='Tada.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115147376647544588</id><published>2006-06-28T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T13:49:26.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARTHA.. ang itawag mo sa akin.</title><content type='html'>Hello to the blogging world once again! I've been asleep.. Not. Haha! I've been pretty busy with school for the past week and that made it hard for me to update, and even go online for that matter, 'cause I only go online for research purposes and use the computer when I need to type down a research paper or whatever. I don't want to say that I am already stressed out 'cause I really am not.. YET. Haha! I know there's a lot more to come and this is just somewhat like, "the beginning of it all." And saying that you are stressed out really makes you stressed out, just like what Robin said. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates? Hmm. I'm having fun in school, despite the workload and homeworks and everything that we are required to do. Do I sound like UP's really getting its students intoxicated? I hope not. Haha! Like what I said, I'm having fun &lt;em&gt;naman.&lt;/em&gt; This is probably because I belong to an amazing block with really cool people and it wouldn't be hard for anyone in our block to get along with each one of us. We're all nice, I know it. And everyone's friendly, too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apart from this college thingamajig, Tita Chuchie came home last Saturday night and as what we are used to do when we are in my lola's house, we eat. Yes. A wide variety of scrumptious food was laid down on the dining table and everybody's welcome to take his pick. Hahaha! Real good food which were all cooked by my amazing titas. Yes! Sure they do have a passion for cooking such mouthwatering food, eh? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to CanyonWoods last Saturday to Sunday and we had fun! Swam in their indoor pool twice, walked around the place, and ate nonstop. Yeah! Haha! It was cold when we went there and it even rained Sunday. Saturday night was chilly with the cool evening weather plus the aircon units in full blast!! Hahaha!! Whataboutthat. :p Took tons of pictures. A camwhore, indeed. Vanity. Hahaha!! For pictures, check out my cousin's Multiply Site. Check out the link box at the right side of my blog and there you can find my cousin Cams's Multiply. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a funny day. Yes. I got a new name- MARTHA. Yes, Martha. Jemuel, out of the blue, suddenly shouted and returned to me my liquid eraser pen and addressed me that name. Super funny, promise. :D &lt;em&gt;Tas, &lt;/em&gt;we went to PGH's 8th floor to buy the booklet that we need for History class. Guess what. We used the stairs. Whatabout. Hah! Hah! Hah! Tiring. But oh well. Rather than wait for the elevator cars which were rather slow and full of passangers and get late for our Comm1 class, why not use the stairs? Exercise, man. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. A lot had happened during the past week but I don't want to remember all of those things anymore and type them all down here. So, there. 'Til next time, people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I am in a computer shop right now. Stupid printer got messed up, and now the whole computer system is f**ked up. Why now that I need to do a lot of researchings and typings???? Waaaaah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115147376647544588?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115147376647544588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115147376647544588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115147376647544588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115147376647544588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/martha-ang-itawag-mo-sa-akin.html' title='MARTHA.. ang itawag mo sa akin.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115050706646215410</id><published>2006-06-17T09:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T09:17:46.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Videoke.</title><content type='html'>WTF did just happen last night? Oh, I remember!! The long entry that I enthusiastically made was deleted. Crap, yes, I know. Oh, how unfortunate could I get? Oh well. I'll just try to make something simmilar to it, probly. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.. Yday (Friday) was the highlight of the week,or rather first week of my stay in UPM as an &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Iska&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :) Block6 is divided into two for our PE class and Comm 1 classes. I have my PE class every Friday while the rest have theirs on Tuesdays. So, not knowing where SSWC was until I found it yesterday morning, I strolled along the sidewalks of Pedro Gil. I knew that I can find SSWC on that side of UP's world though I did not know exactly where it is situated. And so, I asked the guards where I could find it. Finally, I've found it after some fifteen to twenty minutes of walking. I realized that I've walked past the building and it was so many blocks away from where the guard that I've asked a direction from was. My oh my! But it's all good 'cause I was able to locate it on time. Actually, I left the house a bit earlier since I know I'd still be looking for that building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am taking Taekwondo for PE while the other half of the class will take Pilates. We did NOT choose those for our PE class. They were the ones who gave us our schedules so we couldn't do anything but follow it. :) I suddenly missed Gelay and Maebel. :&lt;br /&gt;Our supposedly an hour and a half lunch break became a four-hour break. Oh, diba? Hahaha! Our SocSci prof was not around, so was our Math prof. So, my blockmates and I stayed in Gbox in Rob Place. They, since I did not sing, videoke-d. Math class was fun, right? Haha. Almost all of us were there eventhough a maximum of five people should only be occupying the room at the same time only. :p Terrence and Vincent, new love team! Hahaha! Vincent, btw was the song he sang. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked back to CAS at around 3:30 for our 4pm class. Our Comm 1 prof is really nice and that is a relief for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe.. I cannot believe our Histo prof gave us that number of reaction papers to make. Waaa. So I better start doing 'em now before I get killed. Haha! Ive got so much more to do so I better go now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til then, blog readers.. or are there any? Whatever. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Farewell. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115050706646215410?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115050706646215410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115050706646215410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115050706646215410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115050706646215410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/videoke.html' title='Videoke.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-115025144007317718</id><published>2006-06-14T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T11:01:30.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day High</title><content type='html'>First day of school turned out not to be that bad at all. The people I met are nice ones so so far, I've no problem with that. Hopefully, I'd be able to really bond with my blockmates for they will be the people that I'd be with for the rest of the year, or my entire stay in UP? Haha :p I don' have any idea :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was mostly spent with Sheela and Dion. Those two are in the same course, though unfortunately they're in different blocks. Ah, yeah. The three of us are in &lt;strong&gt;block 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; pala.&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! Ask me what course we're taking. It's BS/A Behavioral Biology. Yes yes yo! Hahaha! It rained hard twice which was really bad 'cause the first time it rained, the welcome assembly had just ended rather late, and we were starving already but we can't go out of the Philam Life Auditorium yet to eat lunch. :'( The second time it rained, it was time for us to go home and supposedly get our IDs from the OUR. But since the rain won't stop and there were a lot of people getting their IDs, we decided to get it some other day instead. Hassle, but oh well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Not in the mood to give out too much details right now. &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt; to top it all off, the first day of school started out right and this might be a possible sign for a good academic year ahead of me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;♥ &lt;em&gt;you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-115025144007317718?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/115025144007317718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=115025144007317718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115025144007317718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/115025144007317718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/first-day-high.html' title='First Day High'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114995125949662965</id><published>2006-06-10T22:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T23:03:18.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PandaN.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend of the summer break. Whataboutit. The feeling of not wanting to go to school yet strikes back! But then again, I guess that's waaay better than having to be stuck here at home for a few more weeks. That happening would only mean torture. Boooooring. I've nothing more to do here at home than bum around. I think I just had the right amount of bumming time during the two-month summer vacation and that's enough. A few more days of the same routine would be killing me, making me feel more like a real prisoner. I am aching to do something more than eat, sleep, watch t.v. and blog every now and then. Loser &lt;em&gt;ba?&lt;/em&gt; Hahaha! But I'm expecting that complaints from yours truly will eventually rise when stress is dealt with. Ha. Ha. Yo. Yo. Hi. Hi. Now, who's bored? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to the grocery with my mom late this afternoon and when we were already putting the things that we needed/wanted to purchase, I realized that I've put too much chocolates on the cart. Yikes! A wide variety of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt; &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;chocolates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that's what we're talking about here. Ranging from chocolate biscuits, chocolate bars, chocolate candies (Flat tops and those wrapped in aluminum foil in small rectangle shapes), and chocolate mallows. Okay. More, more more, much more fat coming our way! So much for the "healthy" diet we've been trying to do. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate dinner in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Oody's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and they really have scrumptious food. I love it. I just had a hard time after because I got to drink too much of their Pandan Juice and Pandan Iced Tea, which by the way, are really good. Got myself an order of crispy catfish with mango salad and it's really good. Although I just did not like the feeling of having to consume the whole meal. It did not feel right after that. Try their rice dishes, too. They're really good. :) **It's located in GB3, for all those who want to try their good food. And oh! I love their service there. :)**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While walking around, for the sake of somehow digesting the food we ate, saw some PBA players (according to my brother) inside Nike's store. Man, are they really taaaaallllll!!!! :o Haha! And then, I even saw my cousin, Kuya Bjon, with is girlfriend, I think. ;) It's been a long time since I last saw him because he's really busy lately, with his Medicine course and all that. &lt;em&gt;Naks!&lt;/em&gt; we've got two doctors in the Rosales clan &lt;em&gt;na.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, come 11 in the evening, I decide to call it a night. I'm a bit tired and sleepy already, and maybe a little watching of t.v. might help me go to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114995125949662965?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114995125949662965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114995125949662965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114995125949662965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114995125949662965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/pandan.html' title='PandaN.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114992345000755383</id><published>2006-06-10T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-10T15:10:50.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chucks.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Finally&lt;/strong&gt;. The long wait is over. I've been wanting to own a pair of green high-cut Chuck Taylors eversince I laid my eyes on them. Originally, I want &lt;em&gt;sana&lt;/em&gt; the low-cut ones but unfortunately, I could not find any. I remembered Kei (who's having her debut next Sunday, June 18th, and whose party I'm not sure yet if I can attend. :c) mentioning before that she bought hers in the States and there are no green low-cut Chucks being sold here in the Philippines. Aww.. :\ So anway, I decided to get the high-cut ones. My first ever pair of Chucks, considering that my flips are my &lt;em&gt;SHOES&lt;/em&gt; and they're all I wear. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I missed Dartz's surprise debut last Thursday. :( But, oh well. I love you, Darrett. :*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remembered our nail painting session in Gateway's food court last Wednesday. I suddenly want to paint my nails black. But! It would just be a waste of money to go to the salon and have my nails painted since school's to start in three days and &lt;em&gt;sayang naman&lt;/em&gt;. Plus. I wouldn't want to go to school with black nails and all. Hahahaha! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go now. Bbye! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114992345000755383?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114992345000755383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114992345000755383' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114992345000755383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114992345000755383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/chucks.html' title='Chucks.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114977887269126084</id><published>2006-06-08T22:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T10:03:41.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My second blog entry for the day. Bored, eh? Haha! Anyways. I just finished bathing after thirty minutes of playing ball with my sibs. I have to admit that my brother's just so good in basketball now. Perhaps the result of playing ball with his barkada everyday (before we moved out of our Quezon City residence) and playing ball every night here in the village's court? I don't know. He's just so damn good. Haha! I was in a state of awe when I saw his moves and all that. A proud Ate, yes I am. Oh. How I wish I'd see him play in the UAAP or PBA.. Something like that. =p So, it was two against one, meaning me and my sister Andie were playing against our brother. Haha! It's good to sweat from time to time, you know. Most especially if all you've been doing this summer is eat and sleep most of the time. I'm a perfect example of a bum. Yes. A summer's bum. Let's put it this way: A house arrested-bedridden-couchpotato bum. Perfect combo!! Hurrah!! Hahaha! =p Yay. I suddenly remembered Geeann yesterday who got herself a Wendy's biggie for lunch. And now i am craving for some burger and fries. :\ Anyhoo. And then I took a bath and while on the shower with flooding thoughts in my mind, I decided to write. Yes, write. It's like the idea of writing something serious abruptly popped in my mind. I suddenly wanted to write about something serious. Weird, eh? Haha! So, sit back relax, and let's see how far my frustration to be a writer will go. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not have the chance to write about the summer that I had this year when school starts. Perhaps I still could, although I can't promise myself nor you that I can still make something pleasant and/or decent, so why not write now when I have the good mood? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2006 has by far been the best summer of my seventeen years of existence. Honestly, I expect each summer of each year to be a joyful season for something new, something better, something interesting. And this year's summer did not fail me in what I believe in. For the past summers, numerous things were introduced to me. Some are amazing and worth to be remembered, whereas some memories should be kept inside a sealed wooden treasure chest, thrown into the sea and have it swallowed by that body of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's the summer of 2004 when I had my streetdancing classes that gave me the chance to prove myself that there's more that I can do. I gained new friends and each day of our workshop was worth to be remembered because they brought not just new dance steps, but also fun memories together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was also the year where I had the chance to see for myself how the beautiful island of Boracay looks like. I had my firsts in that journey. I had my first a.) airplane ride b.) boat ride c.) banana boat ride d.) sailing.. Like what they say, there is always a time for everything. :) I enjoyed my four day three night stay there. Nothing beats that experience that I had two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then here comes summer 2005 which was somehow the same as the summers that I've had years ago. I took my review classes and met amazing people whom up until now I get to converse with and spend time with. Memories that add up to the list of the reasons why I love my life. The highlight of this summer would probably be HIM. Yes. A hot gorgeous him. Hahaha! But this is not what you think, absolutely not what you are thinking. Aaah. Do you like secrets? Me? I love them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now we have the summer 2006 which is about to end in exactly 5 days. Yes, exactly five days since on the 13th will be a beginning of something I know that is great. :) My summer this year by far is what I consider the most meaningful and important summer of all time. Because I know that this season is the mark of the beginning of something magnificent! :D Although it did not feel right when I welcomed the season because of the goodbye part. Graduating is nothing but the best experience a student will ever have. Indeed. But what saddens me is the thought that the people, who've grown to be a part of me and I are to go separate ways already. New schools, universities, different courses, A NEW COUNTRY.. yadayadayada. Don't get the wrong idea that I am not happy about my graduation. 'Course I am. Though I'm hating the goodbye part. But on the brighter side, there's also a hello part. That is, a hello for college life which will start for the most of me and my batchmates in five days. Excited? Yes. But more of nervous, actually. ;) Aaah. We'll get there. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sad part of the first few days of this year's summer was fortunately replaced by such a very memorable trip to Batangas and Tagaytay that me and my friends had last April. We met cool and fun to be with people and I guess some of us have found this special something in the people we've met whom we now consider a part of our lives. *Hi Cyril and Mark! =p* Honestly, most of the &lt;em&gt;lakads&lt;/em&gt; that I've had this summer were spent with this group of amazing people. Sheela and Cyril and Marga and Chia. These girls are the people that I am actually spending my summer with considering that we go out often together this season. Cute. And somehow, they are the people that I constantly converse with this summer. Thank you guys for making my summer 'o6 a very memorable one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Add to that a new place that we've moved in that I can comfortably claim my home sweet home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being accepted in my dream university is surely a highlight of this summer, too. Nothing can beat that. I know I've made my parents happy and this is somehow a way of proving myself that after all, I could do it. It's just a matter of faith in God, if I must say. And this leads me to my final and most important treasured memory this summer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've always been a faithful believer of God. I would always tell my friends who are in need of someone's help to just pray to him and everything will be okay. It's easy to say that but when you are in their situation, it actually is sort of difficult to believe so, most especially if failure is what is always there to be given to you instead of what you've been hoping to receive. I am guity of that and I hate myself for doing so. God never fails people and no matter how heavy the world may seem to weight on our shoulders, God will still be there, helping you to lighten your load. He does not punish us. He does not make us sacrifice. He is there to teach us to stand up on our own and find our own way out when there seems to be no way out. He is the light of our lives that never will go out eventhough we try to blame Him for the mishaps that happen in our lives. If I may quote my friend Den, " God provides." Indeed. Absolutely. Definitely. Things may not happen the way we want them to, but believe me, God has something better for us. It has happened to me. And I promised myself already that I will not, not any chance, will refuse to believe His ability to give us what we deserve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114977887269126084?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114977887269126084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114977887269126084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114977887269126084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114977887269126084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-second-blog-entry-for-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114976283774598432</id><published>2006-06-08T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:33:57.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dayng.</title><content type='html'>I am quite sad over the thought that I couldn't attend this certain &lt;strong&gt;*party*&lt;/strong&gt; which I would really, really love to go to. But it's too far from home, for crying out loud, that's why I couldn't argue with my parents or with myself anymore. I hope you that you guys be able to accomplish your mission and have a blast! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored ass. Surveys, anyone? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.who's the last person in ur inbox?~ Cyril, and then Kax in the other one.&lt;br /&gt;2. sport you did last?~basketball&lt;br /&gt;3. last movie you watched?~ Manay Po&lt;br /&gt;4. what do people first notice when they meet you?~ Hmm.. Let me ask them. ;)&lt;br /&gt;5. do you like peanut-butter?~ steady&lt;br /&gt;6. do you read comics?~ nawp&lt;br /&gt;7. how pretty/handsome is your crush?~ crush-less right now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. do you like earthquakes?~ uh, no.&lt;br /&gt;9. worst nightmare?~ my family and friends were being killed. (was crying when I woke up and then slept beside my mom.)&lt;br /&gt;10. favorite coffee place?~ Starbucks :D&lt;br /&gt;11. wanna be happy?~ who doesn't?&lt;br /&gt;12. your current school close friends?~ She, Cy, Margs, Chia, Jill.. and the rest of Block 5 '06. :D&lt;br /&gt;13. most people would describe me as~ siraulo. haha! I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;14. thing/s you hate about yourself?~ you need not to know na. I'm currently working on them already so no worries for you. :)&lt;br /&gt;15. vegetable you hate?~ ampalaya.&lt;br /&gt;16. do you like to go out on a shopping trip?~ YES! YES! YES!&lt;br /&gt;17. favorite persons in the world?~ my family and friends :)&lt;br /&gt;18.can you dance?~ yes, though not good at it.&lt;br /&gt;19. favourite past time?~ writing, reading, listening to music and sleeping. ;)&lt;br /&gt;20. Are you happy?~ hmm.. yes.&lt;br /&gt;21. what is the worst rumor you've heard?~ don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;22. what time is it now?~ 6:32pm&lt;br /&gt;23. first thing you do when you wake up?~ check if my mom or dad hasn't left yet.&lt;br /&gt;24. where are you right now?~ in front of the computer.&lt;br /&gt;25. what are the things you like to do alone?~ cry, read, study(most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;26. are you ok now?~ yup&lt;br /&gt;27. how many drinks before you get really drunk?~ i honesty don't know. teka. makainom nga.&lt;br /&gt;28. what is love to you?~ love is an indescribable feeling. love is not selfish. love = pain.&lt;br /&gt;29. are u missing someone?~ right now? yes. friends and friends and some relatives. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114976283774598432?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114976283774598432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114976283774598432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114976283774598432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114976283774598432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/dayng.html' title='Dayng.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114967931279827773</id><published>2006-06-07T18:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T18:14:33.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Edit&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me erase what I've typed down here earlier and create a new entry - a decent one, hopefully. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rode the MRT going to Gateway today.. alone. Whataboutit. It felt weird at first, though I was okay with it after a while and that I find.. amazing. Haha! See? I've always known that I can manage being alone when doing some things that I'd usually do with someone else, like commute going to Gateway today for an instance. I am happy with what I was able to do. I can see that I am in the process of befriending Ms. Independent Mary. And that is a very good sign. But still, no matter how much I consider it as an accomplishment of some sort, it is still very tiring, a. Sweat, sweat, sweat. But what can I do. We do have a hot weather here in the country. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Eli, Geeann and Chia. Sheela and Cyril were there, too, but that does not mean that I did not miss them at all. 'Course I missed them. It's just that, I don't get to spend much time with the three this summer, while I am able to talk to the latter 24/7 and I am basically spending my summer with them, with all the &lt;em&gt;lakad&lt;/em&gt;s that I've had this summer, they are the ones that I am with.. constantly. Not complaining, mind you. It's great &lt;em&gt;nga, eh&lt;/em&gt;, right? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. I can't believe IV-5 is actually going to different schools now. So sad, yes, the thought of us going to different schools with different courses. But I am happy for all of us. For finally being over with high school, the phase wherein we'reprepared for LIFE - college. MCHS surely has done a great job in shaping us to be strong and responsible people, ready to fight battles and obstacles of all sorts, and of course, ready to reach those dreams and goals we've set. Different schools, new friends, new learnings.. A NEW BEGINNING. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed. But it feels absurd though that there is someone who has to leave us, leave the country for good. I don't honestly know what to feel. I'm certainly going to miss you, Chia darling. :) This is the start of something better, brighter and new for her and I'm happy for her. It's just the thought that we would not be seeing her anytime soon, after he 15th of the month, that makes me sad. I can't believe you are choosing Orange County over us. :\ Ay. This is no time to be sad. :) Chia, basta, when you visit the Philippines some time, make sure you bring me home a hot surfer, okay? Haha. I love you, sweetie. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, going back to the Gateway escapade that I had earlier this day.. We watched Manay Po which turned out to be a really comical movie. Funny, promise. Haha! You should see it. ;) Polo Ravales' and Luis Alandy's gay scenes were so like Brokeback Mountain's. Disturbing. Haha! Considering that Polo looked really hot. No, believe me. He looks hot talaga. Have you seen his F&amp;H billboard? Haha!! Anyway, enough of him. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wentworth Miller is one hot gorgeous guy, too. Watch PrisonBreak. Haha! ;p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114967931279827773?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114967931279827773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114967931279827773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114967931279827773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114967931279827773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-miss-you.html' title='I&apos;ll Miss You'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114960357488925901</id><published>2006-06-06T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T22:19:35.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossover. Silent Night.</title><content type='html'>Ma is telling us to fix our body clock starting tonight given the fact that school is to start next week. Hell yeah. I think I'd have a big problem regarding that one. Shoot. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is silence. Plus the radio turned on. Tuned in to Crossover 105.1 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several thoughts are, as usual, going in and out of my mind right now. That's why I decided to go online. I can't sleep, eh. I don't feel like watching Cheaper by the Dozen &lt;strong&gt;once again. &lt;/strong&gt;But still, Tom Welling is scorching hot. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. I felt like blogging lang. For no reason. Hahaha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww.. I'll certainly miss a lot of people when school starts. On top of my list would be &lt;strong&gt;Chia,&lt;/strong&gt; who is to leave the country on the 15th of the month. I'm going to miss her like crazy. I wouldn't be seeing her anytime soon pa. I'd miss my friends from MC, too. But I could still visit them anytime. Or bump into them somewhere. We're in the same country lang naman, eh. Pero I'd definitely miss Chia my darling. :\ *sob*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Tree Hill is getting more beautiful after each and every episode. (Cousin Elise, I got this from your blog. :D )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke: There are 82 letters in here, and they're all addressed to you. I wrote them all this summer. One a day, but I never sent them 'cause I was afraid.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucas Scott&lt;/span&gt;: Brooke...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke: I was afraid of getting my heart broken again, like before. 'Cause you hurt me so bad, and I was afraid to be vulnerable. And I was afraid of you and the way that you make me feel. And I know that doesn't matter now after what I did, but I just thought that you should know. This was how I spent my summer, Luke, wanting you... I'm just too scared to admit it. *walks away*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucas Scott&lt;/span&gt;: *Runs after Brooke* Brooke! I'm sorry! What you did with Chris... it's okay.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke: It's not. It can't be. It's too much to forgive!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucas Scott&lt;/span&gt;: Well, that's too bad because I forgive you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke: You can't!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Lucas Scott&lt;/span&gt;: I just did. So you're gonna just have to deal with it. I'm the guy for you Brooke Davis, and I know I hurt you last time we're together, but...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke: I love you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lucas Scott&lt;/span&gt;: I love you too... pretty girl.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114960357488925901?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114960357488925901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114960357488925901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114960357488925901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114960357488925901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/crossover-silent-night.html' title='Crossover. Silent Night.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114947725683595159</id><published>2006-06-05T10:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:49:37.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Restless.</title><content type='html'>I've been pretty busy with a number of important things for the past few days and I'm really glad that I've accomplished all that need to be done already. Whew! Quite harrassing, I must say. But it's all good. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nearer the first day of school is, the more nervous I become (I think I've said this already ;p.) I am trying to shake off the anxiety and all that and trying to be excited for something really new and the possibility of great opportunities. Fear not, Mary. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo.. I was out of the house for the past three days, Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I had fun though. But really, it was kind of tiring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday was spent for my mom's check up in Asian Hospital and then ATC while waiting for her doctor who was still in a meeting when we arrived. It has been years since I last stepped on that place. Major dysmenorrhea attack. I had a very hard time walking. It was really uncomfortable. I was forced to take Midol to ease the pain, eventhough &lt;em&gt;hindi ako umiinom ng &lt;/em&gt;medicine if I have dysmenorrhea. Killed time until 1:30 and then went back to the hospital. After the check up, went to UP Manila to get my signed Form 5, enrolled, had my picture taken (which looked rather funny because of those bloating cheeks caused by excessive eating during the two-month summer break) for the ID and then went home first. Went to Glorietta and that midnight madness sale thing. Lots of people shopping so we lost the energy to shop that's why we stayed in Starbucks after hours of walking around the mall and then went straight home. Bad, Zara was not on sale. :( Hahaha! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, went to QC for our appointment with our dentist. Greenhills after. Bought some stuff and then ate dinner. Too bad it rained really hard that night. &lt;em&gt;Grabe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, heard mass at 12:30, ate lunch in Shang, &lt;em&gt;ikut-ikot&lt;/em&gt;, trying to look for my brother's perfect pair of basketbal shoes. The hunt was really tiring, if I must say. :o Unfortunately, he was not able to find one which was fit for our budget so we went to the Rockwell Tent because they were having this sports apparel sale and tada! He found the perfect pair of basketball shoes!! Hurrah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I suddenly lost this enthusiasm for writing such nice entries. I hope to find it and get it back someday. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I know this is waaaaay late, but still, I want to to say it. Congratulations to you, my dear cousin, &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Dr. Jondi Sta. Ana.&lt;/span&gt; :) &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(He graduated in New York last May 22, 2006..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;-From your proud cousin, &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114947725683595159?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114947725683595159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114947725683595159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114947725683595159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114947725683595159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/06/restless.html' title='Restless.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114899965904202187</id><published>2006-05-30T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:40:35.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The UP Manila, Rob, and Powerplant Experience ;)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jeepney ride&lt;/span&gt;. MRT ride. LRT ride. Walk, walk, walk. UP-PGH. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Physical Examination&lt;/span&gt;. Walk, walk, walk.&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; Office of Admissions(UP).&lt;/span&gt; Complete. &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Lunchbreak&lt;/span&gt;. Robinsons Place. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;TokyoTokyo&lt;/span&gt;. Sheela, Cyril, Mark, and Pippo. &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UP Manila&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Little Theater. Laboratories. &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Rooms&lt;/span&gt;. Walk, walk, walk, walk, walk, and.. walk.&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt; Gonuts Donuts&lt;/span&gt;. Office of Admissions. &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Stairway&lt;/span&gt;. Lip and Cheek Tint. &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mark's car&lt;/span&gt;. iPod. &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lady: "It's you!" Pippo, Mark, Cyril, Sheela, and Mary: "It's me!!".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pippo's moments&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Pulgoso&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Powerplant, Rockwell&lt;/span&gt;. Fully Booked. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where's Wally?&lt;/em&gt; which was rather enjoyed by Sheela and Mary ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Full length mirror inside the loo. Window shopping. Dencio's. KFC. Dulcinea. Dencio's. Home sweet home. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaah. And that was my day. I am really lazy to be too informative right now, so there the words go. Yada. Yada. Yada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's really tiring, if I must say. But who said walking all day would suck when you are with your friends? Yes, I sort of walked the whole day but my friends were walking with me, too, so walking &lt;strong&gt;THAT&lt;/strong&gt; long a time did not matter to me.. at all. I had fun, guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingat kayo pauwi. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114899965904202187?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114899965904202187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114899965904202187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114899965904202187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114899965904202187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-manila-rob-and-powerplant.html' title='The UP Manila, Rob, and Powerplant Experience ;)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114889738473654071</id><published>2006-05-29T17:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T18:19:29.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alien.</title><content type='html'>I was Y!M-ing Sheela a few minutes ago and we were talking about our first day of school which is exactly fifteen days from now. I hope we will both have good set of friends. You see, we are not in the same course program, but I do think we are on the same building. That is if I heard her correctly. Ack. I've been constanty telling her how I dread to feel like an &lt;strong&gt;ALIEN&lt;/strong&gt; on the first day of school considering that I did not have the chance to have an orientation with my blockmates and all because I just got my acceptance notice last Thursday. She was not able to talk to any of her blockmates, though she attended her orientation. But I'm pretty sure she has an idea on how they look. There's a big chance she would not get lost. And! And! And! She has two guy friends who are on the same course program that she is in. And me. I do not effing know which block I belong to, the place, and the list goes on. Jeez. I'm just.. scared. :\ I do not know what to do. Oh, the first day anxiety!! So, here's what I'd tell myself. I will take it one step at a time. I mean, I couldn't possibly &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;PLAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; everything that I would do on that day, right? I will just go with the flow, just like what everyone should do. Any tips on how to overcome these butterflies on my stomach? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been using the PC for hours now, whereas my brother has been on his cellphone talking to someone, or to some people for a few hours now and he has not left his room yet. And my sister, she's asleep right now. Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have two more weeks to be able to fix my weird body clock. Uber weird body clock, if I must say. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh. There was this pervert who was messaging me through Multiply earlier this afternoon. Major ew. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Yaaaaaaaaaak&lt;/span&gt;!!!!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Super disgusting. He grossed me out, I swear. If I hadn't seen his Multiply, which I suggest you not look at it, I wouldn't know he is this type of person. Well, I wouldn't give out his Multiply ID nalang siguro. Ah ewan. Basta. It has been my habit to look at the Multiply accounts of those people who visit my site or send me a message who happen to be strangers to me. And I think I looked super dumbfounded upon seeing his Multiply content. Swear, kadiri talaga. Super.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114889738473654071?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114889738473654071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114889738473654071' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114889738473654071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114889738473654071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/alien.html' title='Alien.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114882438569721094</id><published>2006-05-28T21:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:53:00.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more weeks..</title><content type='html'>Mixed feelings, pare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, you're growing to be one insensitive person. I swear. I hope you know that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me what the hell those are? Oh. I think I know. Some crap. Just stop doing it because it's a gibberish something. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, ooooooookay. I do not exactly get your point. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bringing your big iPod in the church&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. What's worse was that you were wearing it on your arm. You know those armbands where cellphones were placed back then? Well, instead of a cellular phone, this person's iPod was what was on it. Talk about being downright arrogant. Excuse me, just to tell you in case you do not know, you are inside the House of God and you're just going to stay there for AN HOUR and why bother showing off your iPod when you can do that the whole day outside the church. In the mall perhaps? And get it snatched by some robber on the loose. Haha! Kidding. But really, if you just had seen this person I'm talking about, you might think the same thing, too. &lt;em&gt;Ang bastos lang talaga tingnan, sobra. Ang yabang.&lt;/em&gt; That is just my opinion. If you think if it's a fashion trend of some sort, whatever. God bless you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School in two weeks. Good luck! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114882438569721094?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114882438569721094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114882438569721094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114882438569721094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114882438569721094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/2-more-weeks.html' title='2 more weeks..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114864709827902032</id><published>2006-05-26T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T17:55:18.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly Kettle Corn. Roasted Chicked. Vanilla Ice Cream with Chocolate Syrup.</title><content type='html'>Whataboutit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Takaw,&lt;/em&gt; sh*t. Oh well. I've been telling myself the same thing over and over again for the past few &lt;s&gt;days&lt;/s&gt; &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;WEEKS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and I seem to do only a minimal change. &lt;em&gt;Kinakantyawan na rin ako ng kapatid kong lalaki. &lt;/em&gt;Whenever I will complain about the drastic (Okay. I may be exaggerating this part, but whatever. It is still a matter of GAINING when all you've been wanting to happen is to GET RID of those unwanted fats, which unfortunately is in abundance in my physique, and LOSE some weight) change of set of digits on the weighing scale, he would always say, "&lt;em&gt;Pano kang papayat eh kain ka ng kain."&lt;/em&gt; Okay. I know you have a point. But food is love and well. I've nothing to do here so what else could I do. The food in the fridge, the Vanilla ice cream and chocolate syrup and that Quickmelt bar (?) of cheese and toasted bread're wickedly tempting me. Haaaaaaa!! Temptation. Now, who's weak? Ha. So that explains it. I lose. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well. I did not have plans on telling people yet that I am going to study in UP Manila for the next schoo year until I've the acceptance notice in my hands. Haha! &lt;em&gt;Baka mamaya, ibang name yung nakalagay, eh.&lt;/em&gt; ;) But I am really grateful. I am so happy. Cheesy as it may sound, but I appreciate the Congratulations and I'm proud of you's and I am so happy or you's and You really can do it by my friends. I am super touched. Thank you guys. I'm loving you even more. These people &lt;em&gt;talaga &lt;/em&gt;will be there for you not just in your best days but also when you're down in the dumps. It's true that friends bring out the best in you (well that is if you have a very superb set of friends which I am too fortunate to have) because my friends have proven that. You know who you guys are and I love you to bits. Mwah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right. That's pretty much all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til then. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114864709827902032?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114864709827902032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114864709827902032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114864709827902032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114864709827902032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/holly-kettle-corn-roasted-chicked.html' title='Holly Kettle Corn. Roasted Chicked. Vanilla Ice Cream with Chocolate Syrup.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114862590623198425</id><published>2006-05-26T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T14:53:15.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>UP Manila.&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tired&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Harrassed. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Severe heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Perspiration. Cars. Buses. Busy streets. Dentist. UP-PGH. Annoyed. Pissed off. Sleepy. Cried. Stop. White Flash Havaianas. Chucks. Swerving. Cancelled lakad. &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Hunger&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Kenny Rogers. Mac and Cheese. Useless aircon. Many people. MC. Summer classes. Registrar. Mrs. De Guzman(English teacher). Report Card. Copylandia. Katipunan. Makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts. Too lazy to type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hello. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114862590623198425?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114862590623198425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114862590623198425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114862590623198425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114862590623198425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/up-manila.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114847009243593078</id><published>2006-05-24T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T19:28:12.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whatever.</title><content type='html'>I was checking out Railla's Multiply and I came across this picture of IV-5 fast asleep, I guess? Boy do we love sleeping. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/snore.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket - Video and Image Hosting" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aww, I miss you all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe. That is so pathetic. I mean, how could you possibly speak like that? I'm pretty sure people who see that would certainly get annoyed by what you do. Sh*t man. That's so ________(fill in the blank) I can't understand how you can say those things. You're worse than those wannabes. I pity you. Well, I can take back what I just said and eat my words if you're just doing that for fun. But whatever. It's really annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Den and I arranged our shopping date next week. Yeahboi! Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kind of made my old blog funtion normally once again because I somehow miss it. But still, eventhough I do not use it anymore, all its rights are reserved. Copyright MARY. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114847009243593078?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114847009243593078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114847009243593078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114847009243593078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114847009243593078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/whatever.html' title='Whatever.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114839403792472611</id><published>2006-05-23T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T22:20:38.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now, that is CLOUD 9!</title><content type='html'>God indeed answers prayers.  God moves in mysterious ways. Prayers can move mountains. God is so powerful. God is love. God is good. God is great. God is wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah! I just cannot believe that He answered my prayers. Giving this something that I really really am praying for since He knows when is surely the best! This is a perfect start and I am undubiously ready to take the challenge. I cannot believe, that after sort of getting mad at Him for not answering my prayers before, He will still give me the chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my family, thank you for constantly supporting me. So much gratitude to my beautiful mother who does everything for me. I love you all. God listened to all of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am just so happy. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114839403792472611?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114839403792472611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114839403792472611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114839403792472611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114839403792472611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/now-that-is-cloud-9.html' title='Now, that is CLOUD 9!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114801838597278855</id><published>2006-05-19T13:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T13:59:46.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Da Vinci Code. :D</title><content type='html'>Funny how I acted upon reading the text message my cousin, Carmela, sent me yesterday morning. I was like, uh, okay. I dint even bother to move fast because I was thinking I still had a lot of time to spend for preparing and all. It did not register right away that it was already past 10 in the morning and she would be picking me up at 11. So, I hurriedly bathed, ate breakfast, and well, opened the closet and still tried to think of what to wear. Changed twice. No, thrice. It takes me at least three times to try on and change clothes before finally settling down for what I should wear. Haha! So, anyway. They got here a few minutes past 11 and went to G4 right away. Straight to the cinemas we went and bought tickets for the 11:30 screen time. Yehes! We are two of the group of people who first saw the Da Vinci Code in theaters. (Yes, I am aware that it R-18 ;) I read the book last summer and it's really great. Though it has nothing to do with your understanding of the movie if you weren't able to read the book yet 'cause the movie explains everything clearly. I think, some parts from the book are not shown in the film but they're unnecessary ones naman so it's still okay since the movie is long enough already in two and a half hours. Movie ended at around 2 and off we went to Yellowcab to grab a bite. We were sorta surprised to see a lot of people in line when we went out of the theater. Well, I know a lot will be watching the flick but at that time and that day? A weekday? I don't think so. People surely are intrigued by this movie and no doubt they want to see the movie as soon as they can. Like what my cousin and I did. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got tired of walking around G's 1, 2, 3, and 4 (Yes. A whole day in Glorietta always ends up in me and cousin being able to go around the whole mall. :D ) and so we got ourselves jumbo drinks from Big Chill and she said she never would do that again. &lt;em&gt;Nalasing ata siya. &lt;/em&gt;Haha! Went home at around 7 and she had her dad pick her up at home. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I lack sleep. Yes. Slept at around 1 in the morning and woke up at 7 because we had to go to AC to pay for my confirmation fee, enrol my sister, and have our uniforms sewn. Since my mom still needed to go to her office today, we ate an early lunch in National Sports Grill. All restos open at 11 and good thing they were open a bit earlier 'cause we were kind of starving already. Good food. I just had too much Iced tea intake that's why every minute here at home, I feel the need to pee. Haha. Darn bottomless Iced tea. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roamed around GB3 a bit and found this really nice bag from Nike. Nice! Nice! Nice! Perfect for school. ;) But of course, I did not buy it. YET. If I have the money, why not? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tomorrow, PTS reunion plus Eastwood to watch Den's gig! Yehey! See you, loves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114801838597278855?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114801838597278855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114801838597278855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114801838597278855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114801838597278855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/da-vinci-code-d.html' title='The Da Vinci Code. :D'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114786361181592528</id><published>2006-05-17T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T20:39:05.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am God's believer.</title><content type='html'>Sheela sent me this really nice quote which I'd like to share with all of you. I felt guilty upon reading what she sent me and I promised myself that from now on, I would not give up. Here it is.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is madness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..to hate all roses 'cause you got scratched with one thorn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..to give up on your dreams 'cause one did not come true.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..to lose faith in prayers 'cause one was not answered.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..to give up on your efforts 'cause one of them failed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..to condemn all your friends 'cause one betrayed you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..to not believe in love 'cause someone was unfaithful or did not love you back.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..to throw away all your chances to be happy 'cause you did not succeed on the first attempt.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope that as you go on your way, you don't give up, you don't give in. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;GOD IS WITH YOU. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The quote is indeed true. Man. As I read each line, I get this feeling that someone slaps my face, making me feel guilty and all. Well, I don't deny it. There are certain moments in my life that I've done those stuff. Sure you had those moments, too, right? So, it was nice to read this quote to remind myself that God is good all the time. Things may not happen the way we want them to, but there's always God who has wonderful plans for each and everyone of us. He teaches us to be strong and reminds us to keep a sturdy faith in Him no matter what obstacle we go through. As long as we believe in Him, no matter how intricate the situation we are in is, no matter how we feel trapped in a vacuous and wretched abyss, everything will surely fall into place. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114786361181592528?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114786361181592528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114786361181592528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114786361181592528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114786361181592528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-am-gods-believer.html' title='I am God&apos;s believer.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114778545476254999</id><published>2006-05-16T21:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:17:34.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate that rachel girl.</title><content type='html'>I just watched One Tree Hill. Can I just say that I hate that Rachel biatch? Arg. She's so annoying. It's Brooke and Lucas forever so nobody better mess up with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naks naman! ;p&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114778545476254999?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114778545476254999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114778545476254999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114778545476254999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114778545476254999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-hate-that-rachel-girl.html' title='i hate that rachel girl.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114775575042802487</id><published>2006-05-16T12:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T21:14:11.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a girl with a black heart</title><content type='html'>Okay. So, I was not able to sleep anymore. Well, I had a hard time getting back to dreamland. When I was &lt;s&gt;almost&lt;/s&gt;, no, already there, the doorbell rang. Great. Just damn great! Well, I wanted to forget about not being able to attend the reunion of my class and just sleep on it nalang. But that delivery man was so not in the right time. He woke me up. He. woke. me. up. Arg. It irritated me too much. And so, I turned on the television and watched a re-run of OTH. I was thinking that seeing Chad Murray might lessen the negativity in me, but! I got too mad at that &lt;s&gt;Rebecca&lt;/s&gt; RACHEL girl. Such a biatch. Hahahaha! How pathetic is that? ;p That's why, I ended up cleaning the house nalang. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know. Sometimes, I am afraid of myself. You see, there's too much &lt;s&gt;loathing&lt;/s&gt; anger in me. Perhaps I should enrol myself in an anger management class or something? I cannot say that I get pissed off easily. Like, woosh! something would make me terribly annoyed in just a blink of an eye! The reason, I don't know what it is yet, really. Well, maybe I do know but I do not intend to mention it here because that would certainly be too personal. Way personal. Something that I might as well bring with me 'til the day I die. How creepy is that? :o Anyhoo. Oh God, help me. Letting out my sentiment is just way too hard for me &lt;s&gt;sometimes&lt;/s&gt; most of the time. Cursing and crying are what I usually do. But of course, it's incorrect to curse and all. But it's hard. I could not talk to anyone about my deepest and real feelings. It's so hard, you know. I can't even understand myself most of the time. I snap easily. Most of the time. But there are certain moments that I can still hold my temper. I just shut my mouth, look around me and find something that I could look at just to shoo away the anger, think of something happy, or put on the earphones and increase the volume until I could not hear the people or things that make sound around me anymore(which was what I did last night). But somehow, the anger which is slowly tearing up my blackened heart, yes, because of overflowing anger and pain I believe, screams in ferocity.. with too much intensity.. that I let it out as soon as possible. And I just end up crying WITHOUT NOBODY KNOWING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's someone behind this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114775575042802487?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114775575042802487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114775575042802487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114775575042802487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114775575042802487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/girl-with-black-heart.html' title='a girl with a black heart'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114774260476137998</id><published>2006-05-16T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T09:23:24.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning Sunshine!!</title><content type='html'>First of all, I want to greet &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Mr. Duke Bernardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; a Happy Birthday! (Though the greeting is a day late. Haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lunch organized by some of my classmates later in Manang's (Ateneo) with Block5 but unfortunately, I can't go there. :\ Saaaaaad. No transportation and I am hating it. This is my chance to see 4-5 once again but I guess I just have to miss it once again. Ooh, boy do I hate missing chances of seeing my friends and those people that I really miss. The house kasi is too far from Katipunan, sort of my second home. :) But I do hope I get allowed to go to the other reunion with my PTS friends on Saturday. And on Thursday, too. My cousin and I are going to watch The Da Vinci Code and I'll go with her as she will go shopping on that day, too. Damn. Still no money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Sobrang sabaw. Sorry na. Kulang pa ako sa tulog. Woke up earlier because of my mom and my dad and my brother. They were heading to Lourdes kasi to enrol my brother and. Well. Nagising ako due to them conversing. and then I decided to eat breakfast first. And go online. And now, I am about to go offline once again and sleep. Again. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Morning! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114774260476137998?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114774260476137998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114774260476137998' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114774260476137998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114774260476137998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-morning-sunshine.html' title='Good Morning Sunshine!!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114768484952232286</id><published>2006-05-15T16:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T13:06:04.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show time, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;What you feel is what you are. What you are is BEAUTIFUL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this line from the song &lt;strong&gt;Slide&lt;/strong&gt; by the &lt;strong&gt;Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/strong&gt;. I've been listening to the CDs in here for the past few days and nights and I've learned to love certain kickass songs, which I cannot believe I did not notice before. What a fool! ;) See? Summer time is not just about bumming around, but discovering new things as well. I think I discovered pretty much a lot of things this summer and that is, I must say, an accomplishment. Thank you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched &lt;strong&gt;Beach Girls&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;WEDNESDAYS at 9 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) this afternoon, before I took my nap (which lasted about an hour). You know what I'm thinking? I am going to wait for the next episode. Hahaha! It seems a nice show kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's a Tuesday. And that simply means an episode, hopefully a &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; one, of &lt;strong&gt;One Tree Hill&lt;/strong&gt; again! I am disappointed in &lt;strong&gt;ETC&lt;/strong&gt; because they've been showing episodes of &lt;strong&gt;OTH&lt;/strong&gt; which they have already shown weeks ago! Bad! Bad! Bad! I've been dying to see new episodes already. Though I quite have an idea already of what will happen next. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I suddenly remembered &lt;strong&gt;Chic&lt;/strong&gt; who was also there last Tuesday in &lt;strong&gt;Margs'&lt;/strong&gt; house and we watched &lt;strong&gt;OTH&lt;/strong&gt; and got disappointed 'cause it was yet again an old episode. :( Uh, what was that? Oh! &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Brucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; and &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Naley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;, right? Hi &lt;strong&gt;Chic and Kacci&lt;/strong&gt;! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's episode of &lt;strong&gt;Tyra Bank's show&lt;/strong&gt; seems interesting. Gotta watch it! :) Ooh. There's a lot to watch tonight. &lt;strong&gt;Project Runway&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;America's Next Top Model Cycle 4&lt;/strong&gt; are two of my favorite tv shows,which I always watch every Monday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss watching &lt;strong&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/strong&gt;. Particularly &lt;strong&gt;Stephen&lt;/strong&gt;. Aww :\ &lt;strong&gt;MTV's&lt;/strong&gt; been showing a re-run of its second season and I am dying to watch its third season already. :) Plus! I read that &lt;strong&gt;LC's&lt;/strong&gt; having this new show on &lt;strong&gt;MTV&lt;/strong&gt;, too. It is about her life in Los Angeles, California, after the &lt;strong&gt;Laguna Beach&lt;/strong&gt;. There. Some info for you, Laguna Beach junkies! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find watching &lt;strong&gt;PBB Teen Edi&lt;/strong&gt;tion enjoyable. Really. Most especially after that &lt;strong&gt;Nina&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Bam&lt;/strong&gt; got evicted. :) I super like &lt;strong&gt;Gerald&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;Ang kyot niya!! Nakakagigil!!&lt;/em&gt; Haha! [I saw an album of his in &lt;strong&gt;Ekay's&lt;/strong&gt; Multiply. I guess we have to share, dear. Hahaha! ;) ] It would have been more comical if &lt;strong&gt;Joaqui&lt;/strong&gt; did not get evicted last Saturday night 'cause I find him really funny. Haha! Though a lot of viewers say he's boastful. :) I saw a site with &lt;strong&gt;Jam's&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;FHM&lt;/strong&gt; pics, btw. I was.. shocked. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's about it. I just felt like blogging. And. Owell. This is what I ended up writing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Sheela, dear,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;binitin mo naman ako! Sana Saturday na. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, fellas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114768484952232286?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114768484952232286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114768484952232286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114768484952232286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114768484952232286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/show-time-baby.html' title='Show time, baby!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114766084440835848</id><published>2006-05-15T10:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T10:40:44.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I am.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Would you look at her&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She looks at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;She's got me thinking about her constantly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But she don't know how I feel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as she carries on without a doubt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wonder if she's figured out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm crazy for this girl&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So your standing on a ledge,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It looks like you might fall. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So far down, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or maybe you were thinking about jumping. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now you could have it all, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you learned a little patience! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For though I cannot fly,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not content to crawl!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So give me a little credit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have in me a little faith! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want to be with you forever, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If tommorow's not too late!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But it's always too late when you've got nothing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So you say!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you should never let the sun set on tommorow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Before the sun rises today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I am, another waste of everything you dreamed of, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will let you down&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I am, only here to watch you as you suffer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will let you down... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These two songs are two of my favorite songs. Love 'em. &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I can't believe there had been a storm in the country this summer time. Weird and sad at the same time. That means that rainy season's almost there and damn. I still want to hit the beach. I hope there is still time for another beach trip with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was supposed to go with Jessa and company to Lucban last Saturday afternoon until today because of the Pahiyas (which, unfortunately I don't know what it really is, nor how it is celebrated.) My mom allowed me already. But on second thought, it was Mother's Day yesterday and I think I just can't let my family celebrate it without me! Haha! I don't want to leave mi mama on her day. :) Besides, there's a storm rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh. Just in case PTS 'o5 people read this, we have a "reunion" on the 20th. Text me or Ramon for details. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to thee. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114766084440835848?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114766084440835848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114766084440835848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114766084440835848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114766084440835848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/if-i-am.html' title='If I am.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114732002408857447</id><published>2006-05-11T11:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:00:24.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School starts in a month!</title><content type='html'>It's already May. And that simply means that school's about to start once again. In a month. Am I excited? Yes. Scared? Yes. Nervous? Yes. It does feel absurd though to be going to a different school and would not be able to see those familiar smiles and feel those hugs anymore. This is complete independence. And I am ready for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Tuesday with Jillian. :) My mom drove me to her house in LGV before she headed to her office. I missed spending time with her! Exchange of a lot of stories, watching DVD's, eating merienda in Katipunan (Aww, I'll miss the place,) and seeing her cute little brother Coy.. It was enjoyable! I am so happy that this summer, no matter how uber boring it gets, I am fortunate enough to spend some time with my friends. I am going to miss seeing them everyday when school starts. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came 6:30 and Jill's dad drove Jill and I to Marga's house to do some planning for her debut. [I'm sure it will be grand. ;)] Damn. Seeing the roads and avenues that I used to pass by when I was still a Quezon City resident (And I had been one for a very loooooong time) brought nostalgia. :( Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo. There were a lot of people there. Family friends and friends and relatives perhaps? I had a great time because my friends were there, though we missed Sheela and Chia who were not able to attend the "meeting".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done reading Eleven Minutes by Paolo Coelho and it's a good read. I like it. :) Now I am very much thrilled with Angels and Demons. Dan Brown surely is an awesome author.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114732002408857447?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114732002408857447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114732002408857447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114732002408857447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114732002408857447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/school-starts-in-month.html' title='School starts in a month!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114690461606678965</id><published>2006-05-06T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T16:44:10.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tropikasya</title><content type='html'>After picking up Ma from her office yesterday, we ate dinner somewhere in Libis. My sibs and I insisted that we go somewhere after so as to not get stuck at home once again. So, we ended up going to &lt;strong&gt;Shang&lt;/strong&gt; and roamed around the mall. Yesterday was definitely not my day. To name a few of the mishaps I had yesterday, both of my legs were in pain. I couldn't squat or go down the stairs properly. I even had my left ankle scratched while going down the stairs. Stupid. And then!! Arrived in Shang.. Our car was parked across the mall. We crossed the street and we were about to enter the mall through that big revolving door when.. Splat!!!!!! I slipped and well. Haha! I can't believe my legs humiliated me!!! Ack. But what can I do? Haha! It pissed me off a bit though. I, being the one suffering from the pain, was still the one to suffer from the possible ridicule from *some* people out of my "little" accident. But accidents do happen talaga. And it's okay with me lang. It was so funny if you were just there to see. Comedy! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother told me after I went out of TopShop, "Ate, si Sheela ata yung nakita kong umakyat ng escalator. Naka-orange rin siya." And I texted her and asked her if she was in Shang that time. She called me up and said yes. They watched MI3 which she said's a nice movie. I want to see it, too. Aaaah. Tom Cruise. But action is not my type. Haha! Though I did not have a chance to see her anymore that night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pa followed after. Stayed in Streestscape and listened to the band &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Tropikasya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; perform some Brazilian music while eating some Jap food, Mango Carribean crepe, San Mig Light, Butterscotch Fudge Bar, Iced Caramel Macchiato, and some Holly Kettle Corn. (Not too much, right? Hahaha! Considering that we've already eaten dinner before we went there.) They're good performers, in fairness. I enjoyed their performance. I texted Ejohn because he might be in Shang, too, since he lives near the place only. But he was in Eastwood with his friends. I saw Chia, too, with some friends. Well, actually, it was MY BROTHER who saw her first. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Now I am developing a headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. Got to finish &lt;strong&gt;Eleven Minutes&lt;/strong&gt;. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114690461606678965?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114690461606678965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114690461606678965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114690461606678965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114690461606678965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/tropikasya.html' title='Tropikasya'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114680462645437458</id><published>2006-05-05T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T12:50:26.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the longest sleeping times I had..</title><content type='html'>I felt pretty much relaxed this morning because I woke up waaaay later than the usual time that I wake up this summer. Yey! But the telephone was such a spoiler because it rang twice and of course, I had to answer it. I can't pretend that I do not hear the screaming telephone, waiting for me to pick up the call on &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;MY SIDE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; of the bed. The hell. Yes, it is by the bedside table which is unfortunately on my side. Good thing my mom was the first one who callled because my voice was all groggy and I could not even understand what I was saying. Haha! Next caller: My dad's friend. GoodGod. I had to stand up and look for him only to find out he was bathing! I kinda had a hard time going back to my dreamland. But voila! The next time I opened my eyes, it was almost lunch time. ;) My brother always reacts on sleeping being my ultimate must-do this summer. Hello, brother? Uh, it's a luxury next school year. :) Haha! I love to sleep, you know. I can sleep wherever, whenever drowsiness is on the loose. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was siblings bonding day!! Haha!! We watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Silent Hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and oh well. The sound system in the theater freaked me out that's why almost the whole time I was watching the flick, I had my right and left hands cover my right and left ear. Hahaha! The movie is a-okay. I actually liked it better than When a Stranger Calls. It has a story, which was what I was trying to deal with rather then the thriller parts in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shift to Laguna Beach mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114680462645437458?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114680462645437458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114680462645437458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114680462645437458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114680462645437458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-of-longest-sleeping-times-i-had.html' title='One of the longest sleeping times I had..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114662835045614554</id><published>2006-05-03T11:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T11:19:36.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the brighter side..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I feel better now. Thanks, Cy!! I love you to bits, dear. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's talk - REALITY TV SHOWS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and my brother (who slept in our room last night) were still sleeping when I woke up this morning. It has been a habit that I turn on the television everytime I wake up in the morning and watch whatever's on. Surprisingly, I caught ETC which had a re-run of the reality tv show, Average Joe Hawaii shown. It was down to Bryan and Gil. An average joe and a hunk. I am not that big a fan of it, but I've seen a couple of episodes already. I only learned about the show this summer and I can say that I somehow enjoy watching it. There's a twist. In the middle of the show, there was a group of gorgeous-looking men who joined Larissa Meek, the woman who is in quest for her Mr. Right, and her &lt;em&gt;average joe&lt;/em&gt; suitors. I bet the situation got more complicated and confusing for her. ;) I would always say that the personality of the opposite sex will matter more. But it would be a hypocrisy for me to say that looks don't really matter, 'cause they do. You wouldn't like someone if he or she is not good-looking, right? Before you realize how great the personality of the opposite sex is, surely you have considered how he or she looked first. The looks play a big role in our attraction to the opposite sex. I am not belittling those contestants of the said show. The producers might want to show something different to the people of the world. That is, a beautiful girl like Larissa Meek will eventually fall for an average joe rather than choose a hunk. But let us face reality. I guess you know by now who she chose. Gil the hunk. But in the end, her heart got broken, too. Gil rejected her after Larissa revealed something to him. That is, Fabio was her ex-boyfriend. I just did not understand why Gil acted that way. I think it was weird. I don't know. Isn't that the present, not the past, that should matter? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kind of watching Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition lately, but hello, I am not totally hooked up to it. I sometimes find some episodes (those shown in ABSCBN at night) interesting and worthy to watch. I would not be crazy to pay for a subscription to that Pinoy Big Brother 24/7. Hello, how boring is that? Staring in front of the tv set watching their every move is.. whatever. Haha! I find some of them overreacting. But well, who am I to judge? The reason why they chose different teens is because they want to show the people the different faces of the youth today.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;True. But it's sad, isn't? The show goes to show that there are some teens who make a big fuss out of love at an early age, the girls spend too much time putting on too much make-up (I am not a fan of make-up, that's why) everyday (hey! Let's keep it simple. Simplicity, is beauty, right? :D), there is really a &lt;em&gt;plastikan&lt;/em&gt; in this complex world of ours, there are teens who are troubled because of coming from broken families. But who is to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say that families and friends play a very big and important role in shaping us. Our family sets values and our friends help in leading us to the right road. And I am glad that I have a very wonderful family with matching amazing set of friends. I love my life. It is just that I am the one looking for reasons why I would loathe it sometimes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114662835045614554?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114662835045614554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114662835045614554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114662835045614554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114662835045614554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/on-brighter-side.html' title='On the brighter side..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114662217527249924</id><published>2006-05-03T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T10:18:46.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Morning Treat</title><content type='html'>Sh*t happens. That's right. And I think it has happened to me for the nth time now. I can't even figure out what I am feeling right now. Oh. I know now. It's a mixture of every negative feeling. Yeah. Got it. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I feel &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;angst&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The irony of it is that I do not know who I am mad at. I want to blame someone for this mishap but I do know deep inside of me that there's no one to blame. If there is, then that would be ME. Crap. There go my if only's..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;regret&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; not doing the best that I can. I regret not working harder. I regret not doing what I needed and had to do. I regret putting my hopes up high. I hate regretting. And I regret it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;s&gt;am&lt;/s&gt; , uh, I &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; an optimistic person. No matter what crap comes my way, I'd face it with hope.. I'd be brave enough to say that everything's going to be okay soon. But right now,&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; I can no more see light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. I lost hope already. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Hello, Pessimistic Mary!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I welcome you with arms wide open! Well, perhaps not. I may not be as optimistic as I was before. &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;Bahala na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is all I can say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I feel stupid.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I feel really terrible.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;I feel depressed.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;I COULDN'T FEEL ANYTHING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now, who wants the same morning treat?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114662217527249924?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114662217527249924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114662217527249924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114662217527249924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114662217527249924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/05/early-morning-treat.html' title='An Early Morning Treat'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114640972536746910</id><published>2006-04-30T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T23:08:45.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, I did not. :(</title><content type='html'>I watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;When A Stranger Calls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; this evening and I did not enjoy it very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I were thrilled the moment we saw the trailer of the said movie and since then, we've been trying to set dates on when we're going to do our movie marathon. (It's not only that movie that we want to watch. To cite down each title would be too stressful and the list would just go on and on.) FINALLY. After battling with mom (because there seemed to be no spare time anymore due to a lot of things which should be settled FIRST,) we finally watched the movie this night. Yeah. A few hours ago. Three and a half hours, exactly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first few parts were interesting and really got my heart beat so fast. But the ending, well, it sucked. They kinda just ended it in a boring way. So.. Insipid. The end left me with the question, "And then?" I don't know. I just did not like the way it ended. But my sister told me that it was a blockbuster movie in the States. Oh well. People have different preferences naman and that is definitely a not-so-good flick for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed you, friends! Next time, perhaps? :&lt;br /&gt;Good night, loves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114640972536746910?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114640972536746910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114640972536746910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114640972536746910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114640972536746910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/well-i-did-not.html' title='Well, I did not. :('/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114613683599758176</id><published>2006-04-27T18:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T19:20:36.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoot me.</title><content type='html'>My friends and I're supposed to go to SUPERNOVA, an open party tomorrow night which will be held in Valle Verde. But we figured this day that we won't attend the party, rather we save the money which we were supposed to spend on this party and use it for our Punta Fuego escapade part II. But.. But.. But.. I am kind of not yet a hundred percent-ly allowed to go with my friends there. Well, 92%.. just for one thing which I'd rather not mention here. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ookay. So, the computer has been in use for HOURS now and this is so unsual. Heck, my sister and I are bored here at home. We've nothing to do, that's why. Sheela's inviting me to play frisbee with them in Ateneo tomorrow. But.. I'm pretty sure I really can't because I can't find someone to bring me there. Saaaad. =( I'm stuck here at home.. AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go to the beach. I hope Ma allows me. :&lt;br /&gt;It's damn hot in here. It's like I am in an oven, ya know?! =p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114613683599758176?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114613683599758176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114613683599758176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114613683599758176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114613683599758176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/shoot-me.html' title='Shoot me.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114611524497968818</id><published>2006-04-27T13:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:20:44.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH MY GOD.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Sheela, is that for real? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114611524497968818?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114611524497968818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114611524497968818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114611524497968818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114611524497968818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114611499503280236</id><published>2006-04-27T12:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T13:16:35.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll see you in 3 days, beach. :)</title><content type='html'>It was against my will that I wake up at 6:00 in the morning for a medical examination scheduled at 8 am in MC last Tuesday. Well, I know it's required and that non-compliance will result to Mary having no college to go to in June. :\ Hmmm.. Not really. But it's something like that. Eeeh. Things are a bit twisted right now because of the moving out thingamajig, thought it's going to be all under control SOON. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the med exam, I met up with&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Cyril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, who happened to be in MC, too. I found her talking with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in the Bamboo Area. [Aww. Memories of high school. I suddenly remembered Maebel's message that I only read a while ago that it's only now that the fact that we won't be going to the same school in June is sinking in her. It's sad, though we all have to move on. No worries, Block 5 will always be a family. Nothing can beat the bond we have. I miss you, guys! :) ]Anyhoo, going back.. Meggy's so prepared for college now. I can't believe this. Well, she has always been the most organized person in class. Super. She'll be a successful doctor. I just know that. You know what I think is funny and at the same time cute? And at the same time I wish that that happens? It's when the next time I see my classmates in high school, I already have kids and I am a successful businesswoman who happens to be an editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine or an author of a book at the same time, and I bump into &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Meggy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; who now are doctors. Then I send my daughters and sons to school. Come their PTC, I needed to get their report cards and talk to their teacher who turns out to be-&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Cyril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Teacher Cyril B. Dantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Hahaha! Cute? I know, right? ;) Then my husband and I check out our house that is still being built and we discuss some stuff with the architect. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Mrs. Angelie M. Manalac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. :) Haaay. How cute could that be? I hope that happens. &lt;em&gt;*Teka. I'm Y!Ming with some friends pa. Chill ka lang jan.*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. Back. at 1:05 PM. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways. After a while, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came. We stayed muna in MC. Watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Bianca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Cy's younger sister, train with the rest of the Basketball varsity team. Chikahan with the ladyguards. Stayed for some time in the AV para malamig and to watch the Sayawatha's Skechers compet last December. There. I convinced them to go with me and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; to Tiendesitas since it's near lang naman. Then we went to McDo Katip and met up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Dartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Chic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. We're off to Tiendesitas after &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; came over and dealt with some important matter with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Ate, shopped, talked, walked LAUGHED, did crazy stuff, and ATE again there. It was super fun, I swear. It's actually my first time to be there with my friends. It's always my fam that I am with whenever I go there. But it's still fun, regardless of who I am with. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm going to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Punta Fuego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; again with my friends on Sunday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114611499503280236?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114611499503280236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114611499503280236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114611499503280236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114611499503280236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/ill-see-you-in-3-days-beach.html' title='I&apos;ll see you in 3 days, beach. :)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114585799510129308</id><published>2006-04-24T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T12:04:29.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, world!</title><content type='html'>Hello, world! Back from yet another hiatus. Friday was entrance exam day and well, I suddenly felt excited to go to college. I HAVE been excited to go to college since summer started but my mood suddenly shifted when I thought of different things. But I am glad I am back to being excited now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the exam, I went home to eat lunch and then my tita and cousins picked me up. We're off to G4 after lunch because I was to accompany my cousin for her bikini and other stuff she needed for her beach trip hunt. Ick. I want to go to the beach again. &lt;em&gt;Tara nga, cuz, &lt;/em&gt;let's arrange the outing of the Rosales clan! :) I fell in love with a lot of cool stuff in store but it's so depressing because I'm broke and I could not spend my money just like that. I've been splurging on a lot of things lately and I might get scolded for my being.. a shopaholic. Haha! The last thing I purchased was a pair of flipflops which was rather price-y and even my cousin went like, "What? Not again!". I know. But I have been looking for a pair of navy blue-colored flipflops since God knows when. And I guess it found me! Haha! Hey, you beach bum who is probably dipping her toes into the cool sea water!! I hate you. I am jealous. Haha! Love you, cuz! Take it easy on the drinks. Haha! Have fun! Mwah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went back to QC again last Saturday to pick up some more stuff and had my nails done. Yey! I have been somehow addicted to it. The reason, I don't know. Hahaha! Then had dinner in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Tiendesitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I missed the place. Each Saturday night of the Christmas season was spent there. Hehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hooked up with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Breakaway album. I love the songs, super! My favorite is The Trouble With Love Is. :) Try listening to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Ejohn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is a third wheel. Haha! Aww, Ejohn, that's okay. :) Hello,&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Mark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt; Cy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pinoy BIg Brother Teen Edition&lt;/span&gt; last night with my sister and my brother and I was shocked to find out that an Atenista joined. Really surprising. I can't believe an Atenista would join a reality t.v. show like that! But you know what, it seems fun. Interesting to wait for and watch every night! Gawd. I love how the students of PSID designed it. Cute furnitures! I'd love to live in such a place! Ooh yeah! :) Channel 67 is f**ked up. I think it is the 24/7 channel of PBB. Haha! :) &lt;em&gt;Ano, She, sali dapat tayo? &lt;/em&gt;Hahahaha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't eaten lunch yet. It's already two in the afternoon. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114585799510129308?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114585799510129308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114585799510129308' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114585799510129308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114585799510129308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/hello-world.html' title='Hello, world!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114549510143378288</id><published>2006-04-20T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T09:05:01.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'>That's What I Get.</title><content type='html'>I woke up EARLY this morning because my mom scolded me. Yeah. Great, just perfect. But I know it is my fault naman. But still, I was peacefully asleep naman kasi. That's what I get with my laziness. Tsk, tsk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a funday with my friends. Sheela, Marga, Cyril, EJohn, Jonah and I went to Shang and bonded. Fun, fun, fun! Mukhang lahat ng stores doon pinasok namin and we kinda tried on different clothes. Yeap. Si Cy ata napagod kakasukat ng clothes. Love the white dress from Mango. Plus the shorts from F&amp;H and a whole lot more.. No money kasi. Still in the state of poverty. Haha! Funny when Sheela, Cyril and I tried on bikinis from Billabong and we shared one fitting room. SObrang funny talaga! Kawawa naman yung boys kasi all they did was wait for us. Puro botiques for girls pa yung pinupuntahan namin. That's why when we entered Celio, someone said, "Hay salamat! Panlalaki naman.." Hahaha! That made me laugh! Then came Mark and Pippo with two friends. Stayed in Sugarhouse. I already purchased a medium-sized Watermelon Shake from Big Chill, and I finished it rather quickly, but decided to consume one tall Machiatto still. Haha! Talk about being.. MATAKAW. Hahaha! Funny. I have a new fave.. Butterscotch Fudge Bar from Starbucks. Try it! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for a very lame entry. Sabaw ako ngayong umaga, eh.. I need to get some sleep pa. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114549510143378288?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114549510143378288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114549510143378288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114549510143378288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114549510143378288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/thats-what-i-get.html' title='That&apos;s What I Get.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114535582092713282</id><published>2006-04-18T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T18:23:40.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Are you aware that you USED to annoy me? Are you aware that I should not and should be ANNOYED and FLATTERED, respectively? I guess not. 'Cause you know nothing about the authenticity of a human person. I have been constantly reacting with that thing you do in my past entries but I think you just can't seem to get it. You are so not naive. You're nothing like that. Don't act like you don't know that THAT is what exactly you are doing. So if I were you, I'd quite doing that. But okay. Scratch that off. Like what I said, I'd rather be flattered. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Much love,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Just some random stuff, y'all know! Hahahahahahahahahahahaahah! LOTS OF LAUGH. *rolls eyes* Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay. So my cousin is asking me if I could go with her tomorrow for her summer shopping and I am going out with Fuego people. I guess I just have to go out with her on Thursday perhaps? How's that? Gotta talk to her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you very much that you are not banning the Da Vinci Code anymore. How could you? I mean, it is up to those people who are going to watch the movie if they will let the movie shake their faith or something. Their faith in God should be strong and no amount of whatever could ever change the way they believe in God. I have read the book and yeah, it kinda creeped me out. But it's okay. I still believe in God - BIGTIME. I would not trade what I have learned ever since I was a kid with what is written on the book Dan Brown wrote. NEVER. See? It is in the person. If you tell me that the people who would watch the movie would certainly, a hundred percent-ly, without a doubt change the way they see God just by that movie, then OH CRAP. I can't believe the makers of the film and everybody involved in creating that movie are so powerful that they're able to change the way the people view God and their religion. I would congratulate them for that. People, just be open minded. Keep your faith strong. Besides, it is not proven that every thing in the book and in the movie are based on facts. They are superficial to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched the Passion of the Christ last Good Friday in StarMovies, I could not help cry. Well, I did not really. I was close to tears. You will understand why if you've seen the movie. I don't know if it's just my being emotional. Haha! Of course not. If you watch it, you will see how brutal those soldiers who punished Him're. Geeez. I hate 'em. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been doing nothing  but watch Cinemax, Hallmark, Disney Channel (which, by the way, only shows Mr. Bean whenever I switch to that channel. Hahaha!), HBO, Starmovies, Myx, MTV, 2nd Ave, ETC, Lifestyle, and the games of Maria Sharapova which my sister Andy watches. :) Pretty boring? Ugh. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say that Brother's Burger is just a few blocks away from home and I think it would only make me look bloated than ever? Crap. I want a Brother's Burger with Cream Cheese with Garlic. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am starving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114535582092713282?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114535582092713282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114535582092713282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114535582092713282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114535582092713282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/are-you-aware-that-you-used-to-annoy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114534983329674354</id><published>2006-04-18T16:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T16:43:53.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where was I?</title><content type='html'>Haaaaaaay. Quite a lengthy blogging hiatus, a? Well. That is because the family has been nothing but busy during the Holy Week with packing and sorting out stuff and bringing huge balikbayan boxes all the way from Quezon City to Makati City. Yeah. That's hassle. Tiring and really harrassing. As what my mom said, that would be our sacrifice or Penitensiya of some sort. I agree. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sh*t. Now I don't know what to write. A little earlier this day, I have these flooding thoughts in my mind that I was dying to jot down here but I can't seem to remember anything that I thought of earlier. Heck, I don't even know what had happened to me the past week! Now, that's really ridiculous. Anyhoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Maundy Thursday, my mom treated us to dinner. It was only 8 in the evening but most of the stores and restos were already closing. We were already starving but we couldn't find any restaurant. Not a fastfood. God. I have had enough of those deep friend food, you know. So, fortunately, after having a marathon, we finally ate in Bubba Gump. Good food!! Yumyum! Well, given the fact that it's Holy Week, no meat, please! Just seafood and vegetables. Totally fine with me No objections and whatnot. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Fridays are ALWAYS spent in my lola's house. It has been a tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should be meeting up with Cyril and Mark today, as in RIGHT NOW, to watch Cy's volleyball game. Well, nothing new. My dad's sched got tangled up and he does not want to bring me there anymore. Thanks, a? After you've said yes and all. Seesh. Ohwell. good luck, amor! Mwah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post again when the thoughts that flooded my mind earlier and during the past few days come back to my head, okay? Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tata. :) (Chia, I credit you for this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114534983329674354?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114534983329674354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114534983329674354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114534983329674354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114534983329674354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/where-was-i.html' title='Where was I?'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114472088122627011</id><published>2006-04-11T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T10:01:21.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Finally! I've been able to access Multiply now. It pissed me off yesterday, a? Anyways. I have the pictures from last weekend na. Care of Sheela Bautista, thanks, sweetie! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyril, you gotta feed me with updates, a? I so love you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/pf14.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114472088122627011?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114472088122627011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114472088122627011' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114472088122627011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114472088122627011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/finally-ive-been-able-to-access.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114467563605323341</id><published>2006-04-10T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T21:27:16.070+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Multiply!! Grrr.</title><content type='html'>I have been accessing the site since 2 in the afternoon and it always says that it is temporarily unavailabale, it will be back shortyl, blahblahshit. And what time is it now? 9 in the evening. Excuse me. I already lost my patience, damn you. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Aww, come on. When will you start working? I've been dying to view the Punta Fuego and Canyon Woods pictures. Will you please start working? Will you please? Pretty please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you. Will you please do your OWN thing? Thankyouverymuch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arg. Still pissed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yihheeeeee! I am so happy for Mary Cyril Anne. Hihihi! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114467563605323341?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114467563605323341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114467563605323341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114467563605323341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114467563605323341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/damn-multiply-grrr.html' title='Damn Multiply!! Grrr.'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114465310932064886</id><published>2006-04-10T13:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T15:16:02.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Manila Soil, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I want to let you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That you don't have to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Don't wonder no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;What I think about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If it's lovin' that you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then you should make me your girl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If it's lovin' that you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Baby come on and share my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;If it's lovin' that you want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Then come and take a walk with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;'Cause everything you need is right here with me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been constantly singing that uber cute song for the past three days. It will always remind me of the official start of my amazing summer this year. :) Add to that &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Urbandub's First of Summer&lt;/span&gt; which I was singing Friday night to Saturday morning. That song surely is very appropriate for my summer escapade last weekend, April 9th to 10th. Wondering where I went? Well, sit back, relax, and enjoy reading this entry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom dropped me off at Marga's place last Friday night. I decided to spend the night there and then ride with her with Sheela to McDo Katip, where we were supposed to meet up with the others, instead of her driving me there early in the morning. Sheela spent the night there, too. Due to a looooooooooot of stories that we traded that night, we ended up cooking sausage and egg 3 in the morning, Saturday, because we were starving na rin. We slept at around 4:30 na rin and we woke up at 6:30 in the morning. It was only Marga who did not sleep. Haha! Tatag, no? Left at 7 in the morning, then ate breakfast in Katip. Waited for the rest there and then went to Mia's place in Xavierville. Found out that the rest of Mia's fam plus his brother's two friends would be coming with us to Batangas and Tagaytay. I rode with the rest in Marga's auto and then Mia rode with her family. Then off we went to Batangas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lo and behold!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As soon as I saw the very calming and relaxing and soothing view of the sea, my heart jumped up and down due to excessive excitement. Twas my first time to actually go out-of-town with my friends. Add to that the very breath-taking places that we went to! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunbathed in &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Punta Fuego&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; under the noontime sun. Haha! I did not stand it that's why after some time, I went to a shaded area and watched the gang play cards. And, can I just say that the sand was killing me? It was super hot and it burned my feet. Haha! I did not stay that long in the water rin because I got too paranoid of the jellyfish plus the sandmites keep on giving me an uncomfortable and painful feeling! Haha! Before le1aving the place, we swam in the pool and fooled around. Yeah, it was fun and I would definitely love to go back there! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next stop:&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; Canyon Woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I love the place. I just did not love the fact that I did not bring any sweater and pants with me. Nice one, Mary. :) It was chilly during the night. We were supposed to spend the night in the house that we rented but we ended up spending our MORNING there. Haha! ;) We just stayed on the street the whole time. Drank and played Never Have I Ever, Truth/Dare/Shot, and the Silly game. Kwentuhan to the max. Walked around. Creepy because it was dark already and there were a lot of trees, plus the deadly silence. I know you get the picture! ;) There was this lake which they decided to go to but I refused to go there because it was really dark, but I did not have a choice but to go with them because I would just be left alone. We kept on screaming and laughing and talking, by the way. Hahahaha! ;) Stayed on the streets, and even laid down on there, until 5:00 in the morning. Decided to sleep then because we were really tired. The boys just stayed in the car. Hehe. Mia's mom did not want them to stay in our cottage eventhough we tried to offer them the room sa baba. I understand naman why. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys told us that they heard shrieks and the like during 5:30 in the morning. Haha! I guess we were just so.. Happy. Hahaha! Played a little basketball with the boys then played table tennis. Checked out at 12 noon and then went back to Manila. Ate lunch at Shell SLEX. Ejohn and Pipo rode with us and then Margs dropped Pipo, Chia, Cy, and I in Katip, Sheela at their house in Cubao, and Ejohn in an MRT station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have typed down here quite a long entry. Basta, to sum it all up, I HAD A GREAT TIME AND I WOULD REALLY LOVE TO REPEAT THIS! LET'S DO THIS AGAIN, PLEASE? Hahaha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures in my Multiply. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;A big thanks to Mia's parents, her sister Anna, her brother Mark, Ejohn, Pipom Chia, Cyril, Marga, Sheela and Mia!!!!!!! That was a great way to start the summer! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer's officially on! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114465310932064886?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114465310932064886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114465310932064886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114465310932064886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114465310932064886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/back-to-manila-soil-baby.html' title='Back to Manila Soil, baby!'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114415915778328380</id><published>2006-04-04T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T21:59:17.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Days To Go..</title><content type='html'>Boredom did not strike me today, thank God. Major cleaning up of the house for the moving out thingamajig started today. That's why I did not have the luxury of bumming around and basically doing nothing productive because my mother is around. Not that I am actually doing nonsense stuff when she her back is turned on me. It is because she is on-leave from work and would want to spend the week clearing up the place, dispose waste or whatever it is that we do not and cannot use anymore. It is actually tiring, if I must say. And we are not yet halfway done with the pile of mess which awaits us to sort them out. My brother, Samuel, has been somewhat possessed by an alien of some sort because he was suddenly in the mood to clean up. It's not really him. He would rather be out of the house, with his friends, rather than spend time at home. He hates boredom. Having nothing do to tears him into tiny bits and pieces so he would instantly evacuate the house when he could see boredom coming. Hahaha! Oh well. So much for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my mom to the grocery store this afternoon because I would not want to be stuck here at home once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to SM North Edsa due to some sudden I-want-to-go-anywhere attack. Well, it kinda has a purpose naman. I wanted to check out new stuff. Yo, for the summer! ;) I even saw Sir Nikolai! Oh my. It has been a year. Daym. It seems like yesterday, man. Anyway, it was nice seeing you again. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Multiply is f**ked up once again. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, geek.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114415915778328380?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114415915778328380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114415915778328380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114415915778328380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114415915778328380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/four-days-to-go.html' title='Four Days To Go..'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114406847128115021</id><published>2006-04-03T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T20:47:53.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Let's go over the happenings for the past three days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;SATURDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied Marga to UA&amp;P for her orientation from 8 until 11 in the morning. Saw some batchmates and Marga was even able to meet my friend who happens to be in the same course program that she is in. Lucky ladies, they would not feel they do not know any people from their blocks. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We ( Margs and I) did not finish the orientation. We left after the presentations of each course and then skipped the open forum part. Stayed in Starbucks to eat since we were already hungry. Shared stories of all sorts then went home when her driver was already there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not want to stay home so, being the desperada-to-go-out-of-the-house that I am, I went with my mom to Libis eventhough it was for a business matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;SUNDAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas my cousin, Bettina's birthday celebration. It was a swimming party. I kinda waited for the afternoon sun to set before diving into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my graduation and graduation ball pictures. Graduation ball pictures're cuuuuute. Loves it. But the graduation day pictures, UGH. Yak. Haha! ;) Ate lunch with Sheela and Jill in Katip and then Chia came after we're almost done eating. Went back to MC after and my mom picked me up already. I was supposed to go to Marga's house in the afternoon and go swimming but I decided not to go nalang since I had a lot of things to do. Moving-out matters. Where school to go and whatnot. Shoot. Have to deal with really stressful things and whateverness. Ack. Goodluck to us! Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for Saturday. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go shopping, oh, let me, change that.. Since I am broke, WINDOW-Shopping for that matter. ;) Haha. Wanna come with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight, people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114406847128115021?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114406847128115021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114406847128115021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114406847128115021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114406847128115021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-go-over-happenings-for-past-three.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114377417033963248</id><published>2006-03-31T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T11:02:50.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations, ruizians (Batch 2005-2006)</title><content type='html'>What if I did not move to a new school and I graduate today with my batchmates in my old school? Well, I was thinking about that just a while ago, seeing the status of my friends in Y!M. They feel sad, I have been through the situation that they are in right now. Not wanting to let go.. A lot of people will be surely missed by them. I know exactly how it feels because I was in their situation 2 weeks ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever I graduate with my barkada in San Lorenzo, would it be as sad as my graduation day with my Knoller friends? I guess it'd be sadder, considering the fact that I actually grew up there, with those people around me. Some of them have been my classmates since Kindergarten. It's not that huge a school, only comprised of four sections which makes the population not as big as that of MC's population. Being with the people whom I have been with since God knows when during graduation day would really be tough and melancholic, if I must say. It's not that I am not happy in MC. Of course I am. I met a lot of really, really nice people who gladly shared their friendship with me that I really treasure. Most of my friends there had been studying there from Kindergarten up to Fourth year high school that our Graduation day brought about sadness in them. That's what I will be feeling, I guess, if I graduate with my batchmates in San Lorenzo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo.. Happy Graduation, my dear batchmates! Off we go to college now.. We're going to be more independent, responsible, and we will learn how to work really really hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations, Batch '06! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think the sky cries with you guys.. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114377417033963248?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114377417033963248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114377417033963248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114377417033963248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114377417033963248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/03/congratulations-ruizians-batch-2005.html' title='Congratulations, ruizians (Batch 2005-2006)'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114373043124895305</id><published>2006-03-30T22:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:53:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just can't understand why it has been raining all day. Isn't it summer time? Wala lang. I just find it weird, rain pouring all day long.. And to think that it's now 10:30 and it is still raining. Don't tell me the rainy season is on! Nah-uh! No, no, no! :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just supposed to get my clothes which I would wear after taking a bath this morning but I ended up fixing my oh-so-chaotic closet and dispose stuff that I don't use anymore. We'll be moving out soon so I better start cleaning up my pile of mess. I want to start anew so better leave all the past behind. Well, I was too clingy before, you know, with all those memories which really should be forgotten. But now, I am proud to say that I don't have a hard time letting go of things anymore.. I think. Haha! But whatever. Anyways, getting back to my original story of my cleaning session this morning, which actually is just a little portion of what I am supposed to be cleaning up.. There, I folded and unfolded my wrinkled tops due and this and that and this and that.. And.. Tada! I found 8 diaries which I used to write on to when I was younger (When the online journal/blog is not yet introduced to me). Gawd. I did not know how to dispose them. I am afraid somebody might read the silly stuff that I wrote down there when I was still a kid, so naive.. Arg. Did you know that reading some things written down there made me realize how stupid I was those times. I just could not believe that I am that person before. Hahaha! I think I started using a diary when I was in.. third grade? Or fourth grade? Such petty stuff I wrote there. Hay. Gah. Oh well. Anyhoo, I am a better person now. So I hope I would not repeat the silly things that I did before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While reading some of the things I wrote there, particularly this something.. Isa lang masasabi ko. Wtf?! I should have seen that coming. I should have used my head. I should have avoided it to happen rather than look stupid and get hurt. Silly, silly, silly! Arg. One more thing, I don't know what happened. We did not talk about "it" anymore. I don't know. Is it really love that I felt that time? Or just mere infatuation? My mom is right. Still too young to think about those things. There's more to explore in this world. I guess I made the right choice of following her piece of advice because I think I am having fun right now. Not being comitted to anything.. Being single.. Enjoying everything.. Nobody restricting me to do this and that. I am so sorry, if YOU are reading this. But I guess this is just how I feel towards what happened. I don't know. Maybe it's not meant to happen, really. If we have continued that, then we might had lived a very huuuuge lie. I don't intend to hurt you. This is just how I feel. Let's be mature individuals who try to understand things. So to you, God bless. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah. Summer's a bummer. As for me. Well, I keep on saying the same old thing that I am really bored. Hope that is not permanent for this whole summer! ;) Pig out sessions, sleeping too much, staring in front of the computer screen or television screen, and being a couch potato.. Aaaaaaah. That's what I fear the most during vacations. May it be during Christmas break or semestral breaks.. Haay. I am actually doing those things. It's too dangerous, you know. Let's take as an example what I did earlier this evening. I super craved for food. I don't know why. Basta, I just wanted to eat. Ate dinner at 5:30 in the afternoon (that's the usual time I eat my dinner) and then ate rice again at around 9? What the. Pigging out talaga. I hate it. Save me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114373043124895305?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114373043124895305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114373043124895305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114373043124895305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114373043124895305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-just-cant-understand-why-it-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114363217367816343</id><published>2006-03-29T19:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:56:32.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Okay, scratch that off. I am okay now. They don't piss me off anymore. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114363217367816343?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114363217367816343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114363217367816343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114363217367816343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114363217367816343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/03/okay-scratch-that-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114363110820003280</id><published>2006-03-29T18:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T19:18:28.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SCHIETTE Day</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Schiette Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. I had so much fun! I missed them all, actually. It's not everyday that we get to spend time together in school so we're just able to hang out when somebody celebrates her birthday. Since &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nicole&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Christine&lt;/span&gt; and&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt; Heidi&lt;/span&gt; are all March celebrants, they decided to treat the whole crew out yesterday. We planned on meeting up at 11-ish in Nia's house in Acropolis which is just across Eastwood. But Kayla and I went there earlier than the said time because we prepared the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#9999ff;"&gt;cake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for the birthday celebrants. Kax was supposed to do it with us but she could not leave their house earlier because I think there was a transportation problem of some sort. We kind of panicked because Nicole said that she might go there at around 10. Good thing we finished making the cake on time before the celebrants could get a glimpse of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as we arrived in Eastwood, we took our lunch and traded stories and laughed out a lot. We watched &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Nanny McPhee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; which turned out to be a nice movie. It might be kiddy for some but I actually like it. It provides life lessons which kids could really make use of to be able to grow as responsible and kind persons. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffering from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;too much heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and attacking of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;too much boredom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; should not take place simultaneously to people like me who get pissed off easily these past few days. It seems like both are eating up my energy and patience. The heat and boredom drive me nuts and for summer's sake, could anybody please take me with you to the beach? Arg. I want to make this summer as productive as possible but please, no discharge of hard cold cash involved! I am too much in the state of poverty that I am in dire need of a job. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. The thought of moving out abruptly popped up in my mind. Oh boy! I think I will be really busy the next month. :o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114363110820003280?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114363110820003280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114363110820003280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114363110820003280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114363110820003280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/03/schiette-day.html' title='SCHIETTE Day'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24509034.post-114342752006162131</id><published>2006-03-27T09:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T16:46:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>State of Melancholy</title><content type='html'>And so we talked all night about the rest of our lives&lt;br /&gt;Where we're gonna be when we turn 25&lt;br /&gt;I keep thinking &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;times will never change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking things will always be the same&lt;br /&gt;But when we &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;leave&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; this year &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;we won't be coming back&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more hanging out cause&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; we're on a different track&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep, I keep thinking that &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;it's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on thinking&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; it's a time to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is how it feels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;As we go on, we remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the times we had together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And as our lives change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Come Whatever&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We will still be friends forever..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing snapshots of my friends during March 19th, our Graduation day, made me realize how much I will miss them. It triggered MELANCHOLY.. It suddenly attacked me. Knowing that we never can be together as one once again makes me feel so sad. It's just so sad that the life that you've been used to dealing with for the past two years with the same people is over. I repeat, OVER, which means that it could not happen once more. People will have their own different and busy lives so it might be impossible for all to meet up with the WHOLE class once more. Of course, college life will bring about stress and sleepless nights and endless deadlines.. People will be busy with their careers and all.. People will have their new set of friends. That, of course, is normal. Shit. I know I have moved on. I know I am over the goodbye part of high school already. But I just want to let out the sad feeling that is in me right now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more LMC. No more cafetorium, where we spend our recess, lunch, and sometimes even dismissal time, to simply bond over endless stories or project making or food trip. No more nice teachers that we've grown to love. No more Darret greeting everybody "Good Morning!" when she enters the classroom. No more Gelay cracking jokes, which is actually normal for her, which makes everybody laugh. No more boards with a collage of priceless moments together, funny faces, and a record of what we've been doing and where we've been. No more jumbo chalks.. NO MORE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be needless for me to say how much I will miss Block 5 '06 because it shows &lt;em&gt;naman &lt;/em&gt;how much I miss you right now. &lt;em&gt;Basta&lt;/em&gt;, I am super happy that I found my name in the class list of III-5 during the first day of classes school year 2004-2005. I love you, guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;And the journey begins..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/4-5.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;'Til then, my precious ohana.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24509034-114342752006162131?l=thewomaninmary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/feeds/114342752006162131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24509034&amp;postID=114342752006162131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114342752006162131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24509034/posts/default/114342752006162131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thewomaninmary.blogspot.com/2006/03/state-of-melancholy.html' title='State of Melancholy'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02169063994774242291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
