<?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-11158097</id><updated>2011-08-29T03:38:57.808+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could find you now, things will get better.</title><subtitle type='html'>Swing it. Shake it. Move it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>232</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114308433060340022</id><published>2006-03-23T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:25:30.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;MOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;thewomaninmary.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"&gt;See yah!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114308433060340022?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114308433060340022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114308433060340022&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114308433060340022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114308433060340022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/moved-thewomaninmary.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114299869932805385</id><published>2006-03-22T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T11:38:19.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This blog is a year old already and I am planning to move. Time to move to a new space, because I am in a new phase in my life now. =D That's final, I think. Friends, expect me to send you messages or whatever, &lt;em&gt;basta to inform you&lt;/em&gt;, of my new blog URL, k, k? :) Love you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114299869932805385?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114299869932805385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114299869932805385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114299869932805385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114299869932805385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/this-blog-is-year-old-already-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114290377038143024</id><published>2006-03-21T09:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:16:10.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hackers are sore losers. They don't have anything better to do with their lives so they try to squeeze themselves in other people's privacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU are so pathetic, do you know that? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114290377038143024?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114290377038143024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114290377038143024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114290377038143024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114290377038143024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/hackers-are-sore-losers.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114290262716382123</id><published>2006-03-21T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T08:57:07.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>At 5 in the afternoon yesterday, I was off to watch &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sayawatha&lt;/span&gt;'s 10th Anniversary Concert with my friends. It started late but it's all good 'cause I got to finish the whole show. Cyril was, as usual, fantastic. She's dances so well talaga. Sheela and I were discussing about how Cy fits in UST's &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Salinggawi&lt;/span&gt; Dance Troupe if ever she chooses to study there. Btw, Salinggawi performed with Sayawatha, too. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to make a very meaningful entry on graduation but I cannot seem to find the mood. Ah, crap. Mukhang hindi na ako makakagawa. Basta, you know how nostalgic I have been weeks before graduation, diba? O, yun nalang muna for now. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;GRAD BALL LATER!!!!!!!&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/11158097-114290262716382123?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114290262716382123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114290262716382123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114290262716382123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114290262716382123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/at-5-in-afternoon-yesterday-i-was-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114281865012961251</id><published>2006-03-20T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T09:37:30.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up yesterday morning with colds. Ah, great! Graduation Day and I was not feeling well. The hot weather was making things worse for me. Crap. But good thing I did not have a hard time with the virus during the Graduation ceremony itself. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We heard mass at noon time then went straight to the salon after to have my light make-up put on and have my hair styled. I love my stylist, Keon. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 2:30-ish, went home then ate a little then left the house at around 3. The ceremony started at 4:30 then I think ended at past 6:30 na. Sir Bernz was like a proud parent taking pictures of his kids. Super cute. Ah, gad. I am going to miss a lot of people talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family had dinner at Congo Grille, the one near ABS-CBN then tried HalfMoon's delicious and mouth-watering bibingcrepe. Sarap, man! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114281865012961251?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114281865012961251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114281865012961251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114281865012961251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114281865012961251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-woke-up-yesterday-morning-with-colds.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114277619760645101</id><published>2006-03-19T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T21:49:57.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations, Pink Batch '06!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;An entry on this memorable event will follow the next day. I am so tired right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Hiatus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114277619760645101?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114277619760645101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114277619760645101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114277619760645101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114277619760645101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/congratulations-pink-batch-06-entry-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114264384260376120</id><published>2006-03-18T08:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T09:04:02.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations and Happy Graduation to my dear cousin, Elise Maog, who will graduate today along with other St. Paul College Pasig grade school-ers. :) You are such a bright kid. Do you know that she will be graduating with honors? Yeah. It runs in the family. Hahahahahaha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10:30-ish, I left Marga's house na last night. It was early, yeah, but I can't go home any later than that because there wouldn't be anyone picking me up anymore. So, it is 10:30 or go home by myself. Inuman sila, pero hanggang Champaigne lang ako. Bayaan niyo, kapag natuto akong uminom. Mas malakas pa akong tumungga sa inyo. ;) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to hit the beach, baby! Can't wait until our Punta Fuego. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114264384260376120?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114264384260376120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114264384260376120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114264384260376120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114264384260376120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/congratulations-and-happy-graduation.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114255495970379054</id><published>2006-03-17T08:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T08:22:39.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to: Ne-yo's So Sick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes today because it's our free day!! Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Brownman Revival performing in Unang Hirit a few minutes ago. Aww..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Party later in Marga's crib.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One lame entry once more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, check out my Multiply. New photos were uploaded. There are a looooooooot which came from my phone. Check it out. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;maryscreams.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt; But of course, we have to be contacts first for you to be able to view it. Add me up, okay? Mwah! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114255495970379054?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114255495970379054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114255495970379054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114255495970379054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114255495970379054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/currently-listening-to-ne-yos-so-sick.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114251104652287989</id><published>2006-03-16T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T20:10:46.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baccalaureate Mass and Appreciation Ceremony this morning. Good thing my mom, dad and I went there around 8 because we were able to grab a good slot in the parking lot since it was near the HS Covered Court. The Brennan Drive was afterwards closed by the guards. Whew! Good I needed not to walk that long anymore. Boy was it hard to walk because our Filipiniana dress was too.. tight. ;) I even have a hard time climbing the flight of stairs because it was tight &lt;em&gt;nga.&lt;/em&gt; Ahh.. The event was good, in general. Sheesh! Graduation day on Sunday. That's the last ever. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eastwood after with my mom and sister. We watched She's the Man. Boy did I fall in love with Duke, which was played by Channing Tatum. :) So hot and gorgeous. Oh my. I suddenly felt the urge to play soccer once again. =s Basta, it's a nice movie. I love it, being the hopeless romantic that I am.. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/ct1.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&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/ct2.jpg" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114251104652287989?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114251104652287989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114251104652287989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114251104652287989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114251104652287989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/baccalaureate-mass-and-appreciation.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114240526608965270</id><published>2006-03-15T14:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T14:47:46.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I need to &lt;u&gt;vent&lt;/u&gt;. Please allow me to do so. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A series of events occured just a while ago which lead to me feeling super down and maybe, depressed. I would not type them all here. Just a few stuff, perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal time was SUPPOSED TO BE at 12 noon. Unfortunately, we were dismissed at 1:30. What the. I was supposed to go with my friends to Katip after graduation practice and tag along my younger sister, Andrea, who just finished her exams today and was dismissed at 11 AM. I was worried about her waiting for me since we were dismissed late nga. Nakakapikon lang kasi they don't know how to follow the schedule. Damn it. I was in a bad mood until I got home earlier. I did not eat lunch na nga, eh. I am in so much rage. Plus, there were certain factors din that added up to my unpleasant mood. That, I would not type down here. Sa akin nalang yun. Well, that's the way it is with me. Then, I go to the second of the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While on the way home, I was trying to shake off the bad mood in me. But I just can't. Instead, more depressing things were what were running through my head. Arg. I remember this article that I read a month ago about depression and sadness. There was a list given and if any combination was made with what was given in the list of situation, then you need some help from  doctor, or atleast, tell your parents about it. Then, I was horrified to find out that some of them're actually present in me. Meaning, I am dealing with that situation currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does that imply now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. When will things go perfectly smooth in my life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114240526608965270?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114240526608965270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114240526608965270&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114240526608965270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114240526608965270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-to-vent.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114233330860653193</id><published>2006-03-14T17:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T18:48:28.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gateway yesterday with Sheela was fun. We were supposed to watch a movie but we ended up lurking around the mall and spending some time in Timezone instead. We wanted to watch Final Destination 3 but it would not be shown until 3:30, eh, I was supposed to be fetched by my dad at 4 PM. I had fun playing air hockey with you, labs. Haha! The best. We kept on laughing and laughing while playing ;) Shet. I once again indulged myself with candies from Candy Corner. Oh my. I thought I am on a diet? Jesus Christ. I so love food. So hard to lose weight, yet it's so EASY TO GAIN a lot of weight. Why did God made it this way? Can it be the other way around? Haha. Well, like what they say, God has a reason for everything. Maybe this was made for the purpose of teaching people how to maintain a healthy diet. Or control their consumption. &lt;em&gt;Oh diba?&lt;/em&gt; ;) Anyhoo, going back to my Gateway story.. Haha! Well, basically, that's all that happened. Funny. Haha! I just had a hard time because our graduation dresses were distributed yesterday during dismissal time and my sister already left so I had no choice but to bring along with me my graduation dress, graduation shoes, and school shoes. Yeah. Haha! I got too pissed off &lt;em&gt;lang&lt;/em&gt; when I tried the Filipiniana dress on &lt;em&gt;kasi&lt;/em&gt; it was too tight sa may pits. So, I had to go to the sewing center after grad practice today to tell them what to repair on my dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yeah. Good thing I remembered. I need to make appreciation letters for my parents and whoever teachers I would like to write to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114233330860653193?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114233330860653193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114233330860653193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114233330860653193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114233330860653193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/gateway-yesterday-with-sheela-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114232978964119421</id><published>2006-03-14T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:49:49.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Cute picture. Loves it. ;) &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/ek17.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/11158097-114232978964119421?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114232978964119421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114232978964119421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114232978964119421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114232978964119421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/cute-picture.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114216410277793413</id><published>2006-03-12T19:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:48:22.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Geez! My counter got busted. Ugh. Hate it.  :&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114216410277793413?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114216410277793413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114216410277793413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114216410277793413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114216410277793413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/geez-my-counter-got-busted.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114213231669269445</id><published>2006-03-12T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T10:58:36.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Friday, March 10th 2006&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the aisle seat when we rode the bus. As I was staring out the window, I realized that this would be the last time that 4-5 will ever go for a trip in complete attendance. Yes, I still have the chance to go out with my friends whenever we want to. But I can never go out with the WHOLE 4-5 ohana anymore. It felt so sad that in 9 days time, we'll graduate and eventually part ways. Be that as it may, I know that the bond will still remain and that when we see each other someday, we'd be reminded of the laughs, smiles, tears, anger, and pride we shared. And so, I shook off the nostalgic feeling and thought of our destination for that day - ENCHANTED KINGDOM. Why not make the most out of the last time that we'll be together outside MC?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stopover at Petron SLEX. As usual, there were a lot of &lt;em&gt;turistas&lt;/em&gt; there. Particularly, Koreans. Or Taiwanese? Haha. Can't distingish who is who. ;) When we went down the bus, there was this group of guys standing in front of where our bus was parked. They suddenly said, "Hi, miss! Cute ba kami?" Cheenee and I ignored them. Oh, I'd love to say no. Haha! Why do they love doing that? Do they think it's really cute? I tell them, NO. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the uncourageous little girl that I am, I did not ride the SpaceShuttle. I thought it was too.. WILD. Haha! But maybe when I get back there, I'd ride it. NOT. haha! I'll think about that. ;) Rode the Rollerskater four times, HAHA. To contemplate for my not riding the SpaceShuttle. HAHAHAHAHA! :D Up, up and away was.. cute. Haha! I rode the Flying Fiesta twice, the first time was when we were still dry. The second time was when we were already WET. So funny! It rained hard after we ate lunch. Eh, we wanted to ride RioGrande but it was not open until 2 in the afternoon. So instead, we walked under the rain and roamed around the amusement park. Decided to ride FLying Fiesta and damn was it so cold! Haha! BUt I had fun. Marga and I went to the Swan Lake and had a date! Haha! Number 7, baby! ;) We also rode the Ferris Wheel and I tell you, I shouldn't have looked down while we were stuck up there because my tummy made a terrible twist and turn. Oh crap. The whole time my friends were waiting in line for the Jungle Log Jam, I was kinda sufferring from.. Yeah. Whatever that is called. I did not ride the Jungle Log Jam &lt;em&gt;tuloy.&lt;/em&gt; Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a lot of pictures, being the vain ladies that we are. I know right?! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oooh.. yeah. Apple with caramel is tha bomb!!!!! \m/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114213231669269445?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114213231669269445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114213231669269445&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114213231669269445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114213231669269445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/friday-march-10th-2006.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114190735985887557</id><published>2006-03-09T20:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T20:29:19.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Tapos na yung issue pero bakit ganun? Nung narinig ko yung ginawa mo nung mga oras na yon, nagiba ang tingin ko sayo. Bakit mo pa kailangang gawin yun eh lalo mo lang pinagulo ang sitwasyon. Sana nahalata mo yon. Masyado mong gusto na ikaw ang tama. Ikaw ang nakapagtatanggol sa iba, pero sa totoo lang, yung ginawa mo, muntik pang makasira ng pagkakaibigan. Ang sakit isipin na naiba ang tingin ko sayo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After graduation practice, Sheela, Roanne, and I went to McDo Katipunan to kill time. We all did not want to go home yet because we've got nothing to do there. So we bonded over food and different stories. Chia joined us after she was done with her task for Riki's surprise for Per for their monthsary. :) Ken and William dropped by for a while, too. I had fun. I will surely miss this when we're already in college.. Oh crap. Getting nostalgic once again.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enchanted Kingdom tomorrow! Quite excited. I haven't been in that place for a very looooooooooooooooooooooooong time now. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114190735985887557?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114190735985887557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114190735985887557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114190735985887557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114190735985887557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/tapos-na-yung-issue-pero-bakit-ganun.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114180217614763497</id><published>2006-03-08T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T15:16:16.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go ahead, call whatever you want to call the mess you are doing. It all boils down to this fact, which is really perfectly done in a very cute yet truthful picture that suits you. And remember, batu-bato sa langit, ang tamaan huwag magagalit. Kasi ang tamaan, GUILTY. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/m8.jpg" border="2" width="90" height="90" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do your thing, not do OTHER PEOPLE'S thing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so love you. You make me wanna laugh my ass out whenever I see what you are doing. Such a funny things to say that you are trying to be.. Ah. Never mind. Sometimes, truth really hurts, you know. So I'll be kind enough and I won't slap the truth on your face. I'll let you realize what you are doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would NEVER want to waste, not even a millisecond, of my time especially if I were to spend it on you. You can't blame me for noticing every little thing you do 'cos they're really annoying and they really catch my attention. I never would have said all these had I not seen that something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on. Don't assume. Never assume. It won't do you any good. I am a living proof and I admit that. And I pass the lesson on to you, so you won't react violently on this entry making yourself believe that it is you that I am talking about. Geez! Why waste my time on a copycat like you? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me remind you that you don't know a single thing about me. As a matter of fact, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;you think you know but you have no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Okay, done. So I'd gladly spend each millisecond of my kickass life with my family and my gorgeous friends. Not with you. Say what? NOT WITH YOU.Don't worry, I won't bother looking at your face. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114180217614763497?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114180217614763497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114180217614763497&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114180217614763497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114180217614763497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/go-ahead-call-whatever-you-want-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114173666675748282</id><published>2006-03-07T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T21:04:26.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Graduation practice yesterday was very uncomfortable. The weather was humid that it made me feel super uncomfortable and impatient. It was not a good idea that they let us practice for graduation up until 3. Good thing we'll be having practices until 12 noon only starting tomorrow. I even hate the schedule we have for today. Those who are already cleared should have let by the school to stay at home instead of bumming around. It's only clearance day so there's basically nothing to do. We just stayed inside the classroom, doing whatever we wanted to do. So, we just planned for an ultimate summer escapade!! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing those pictures of lovely faces being removed from the bulletin board that we've grown to love, and that we've grown to look at every now and then which would definitely make us smile, was so sad. I cannot believe there's only a few days left before graduation. Those pictures are a story of the class, how tight we are, how tight we will be. I hate you guys! You make it so hard for me to let go of high school.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am totally excited for summer'o6!! There's so much to do!! I can't wait!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114173666675748282?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114173666675748282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114173666675748282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114173666675748282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114173666675748282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/graduation-practice-yesterday-was-very.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114156587230975524</id><published>2006-03-05T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:41:06.400+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Graduation practices start tomorrow.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the countdown begins..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling: &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/5.gif" border="0" alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Melancholic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post a different entry for updates perhaps tomorrow, okay? Goodnight! Mwah! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114156587230975524?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114156587230975524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114156587230975524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114156587230975524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114156587230975524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/03/graduation-practices-start-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114111922519075580</id><published>2006-02-28T17:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T17:42:17.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm so much in a bad mood today for an overflowing number of reasons. I don't want to cite them all down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But eventually, I'll surpass these all.. HOPEFULLY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping for the BEST and preparing, well sorta, for the WORSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg. I wonder what is in store for me. I've been thinking about a lot of things lately and I can hardly concentrate on the things that I am supposed to do. Like right now, I should be studying for my Economics final exam and yet I am here, online. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't attend my Lola's burial tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114111922519075580?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114111922519075580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114111922519075580&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114111922519075580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114111922519075580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-so-much-in-bad-mood-today-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114101714111296718</id><published>2006-02-27T12:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:12:21.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;1.nagsampay ka na ba ng damit mo sa likod ng ref nyo?- Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;2.kumain ka ba ng chocolate ngayong araw na to?- Hindi. Pero sa bahay ni Den nung Saturday, OO. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;3.huling mall na pinuntahan mo?- Can't remember. Tiendesitas is not a mall so I won't count.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;4.last movie na pinanood mo?- New York Minute in HBO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;5.umutang ka na ba sa tindahan?- Nawp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;6.napanood mo ba yung concert ni allan, gladys atjanno?- Hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;7.kelan ka huling nagswimming?- It's been a pretty lone time.. Haha! Soon! Summer na, e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;8.nakapanood ka na ba ng live sa eat bulaga?- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;9.nagperform ka na ba sa isang play? anongcharacter mo?- Uh-huh. Extra lang role ko nung fourth grade. Haha! Tas sophomore year, a DK officer. Hello, Cambodiamates! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;10.nasan ka ba ngayon ha?-At home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;11.iyakin ka no?- Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;12.kelan ka huling sumakay sa bangka?- Two summers ago in Bora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;13.nakapunta ka na ba sa cubao?- Oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;14.edi nakapasok ka na sa gateway mall?- Oo namane, noh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;15.anong masasabi mo sa gateway mall?- K lang. ;) Parating sale ang Mango dun, bakit ba? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;16.kumakain ka ba sa 7-11?- No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;17.bumili ka na ba ng damit sa ukay2x?- Yeap. One of my cheap thrills. Love it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;18.na harass ka na ba nung nalasing ka?- I don't drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;19.sino katabi mo matulog?- None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;20. tunay ka ba?- Oo naman. Hindi immitation. Siya kaya? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;21.ano yung mga weird things na nagawa mo na?- I honestly don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;22.huling prutas na kinain mo?- Green mango! Yum!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;23.huling song na kinanta mo?- Nobela by Join the Club.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;24.ano pala masasabi mo dun sa last movie napinanood mo?- I love the Olsen twins!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;25.close ba kayo ng mga pinsan mo?- Sa mother side. My best friend/cousin/shopping buddy/sister/eating mate is my cousin Cams. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;26.ows? talaga? promise?- Cross my heart. Hope YOU die. Haha! Just foolin' around. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;28.may ring ka bang suot?- Wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;29.ano yan, silver, gold or tanso lang?- Wala nga, eh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;30.talaga lang ha..e ano naman yung pinapakinggan mong music?- Silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;31.nagsuklay ka na ba?- Yeap. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;32.kelan mo huling inaway kapatid mo? umamin ka!bkit kayo nag-away?- Kagabi? I can't remember. Hahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;33.sino fave mo sa PBB? bkt?- Sa dati, siyempre si Sam Milby. Yung ngayon, si Bianca Gonzales. Pero I hardly watch the celebrity edition. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;34.sa tingin mo, bading ba si Uma ng PBB?- Hindi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;35.natumba ka na ba sa bike?- Yeap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;36.e nadapa ka na ba?- Oo. Lalo na kapag may festival ng soccer. Nag-dive ba?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;37.kelan mo huling nakasama mga barkada mo?- I was with my old barkada last Friday but it seems different. Sila Marga, hmm.. Last Thursday. Sila Kax.. We don't go out na. Pero I am with them during training, although kulang pa rin. Kaya lang, wala nang trainings.. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;38.fave show mo sa mtv?- Laguna Beach and Dismissed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;39.nakapunta ka na ba sa intramuros?- I think so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;40.kelan ka huling gumamit ng webcam?- Wala ako non.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;41.kelan ka huling nagpagupit ng buhok?- Last week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;42.anong gagawin mo pag nanalo ka sa lotto?- Kuha ako ng konti tas pangshopping ko. For the future yung remaining amount. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;43.ang tanong, tumataya ka ba sa lotto?- Hindi. Bakit, 18 na ba ako? ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;44.anong madalas mong gawin sa sementeryo pagnov.1?- Kain. Kwentuhan. Magdadasal pa, siyempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;45.may malapit bang mall dyan sa bahay nyo?- Oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;46.anong oras na ba?- 12:55 PM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;47.san ka huling nagpunta?- Lola's house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;1. after class, makikita mo ko sa...&gt;&gt; Caf, HS vendo or along Katip :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;2. where do you usually hang-out?&gt;&gt; School, At home, Katip, Eastwood and Tiendesitas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;3. fave song(s) as for now?&gt;&gt; Ligaya by Eraserheads.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;4. last movie you saw?&gt;&gt; New York Minute.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;5. most expensive object you bought with your own money?&gt;&gt; So far? My pairs of Havaianas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;6. kung papapiliin ka: YOSI O BEER?&gt;&gt; Beer nalang, pare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;7. they say "you are who you hang out with" ..&gt;&gt; Tapos? Ano gusto mo mangyari? Haha, kidding.. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;8. have u ever fallen in love w/a friend?&gt;&gt; No. I couldn't say if I have been truly in love because I know for a fact that I've never experienced true love YET. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;9. what would you do if you caught your girl/boy &amp;bestfriend sleeping together?&gt;&gt; Let them explain HONESTLY. But still, no matter what they tell me, things would NEVER be the same again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;10. any pets? what are their names?&gt;&gt; None.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;11. may nasuntok ka na ba?&gt;&gt; In a playful manner, maybe. My brother? Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;12. anung sabi nung sinuntok mo.&gt;&gt; "Aray!" or sometimes, would fight back. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;13. which do u prefer? jollibee or mcdo?&gt;&gt; McDo fries and Oreo Mcflurry and Caramel Sundae, Jollibee for Spaghetti, Chicken, Mango Caramel Sundae and Peach Mango pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;14. wendy's or kfc?&gt;&gt; I haven't eaten in Wendy's for a looooooong time now. I think someone still owes me someth ing. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;15. ever broken someone's heart?&gt;&gt; Ewan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;16. ever had your heart broken?&gt;&gt; Perhaps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;19. what did u do to the person who broke yourheart?&gt;&gt; Nothing. Killed that person. Haha! Just kididng. ;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;20. what's inside your pocket?&gt;&gt; Nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;21. fave past time?&gt;&gt; Watching t.v, listening to music, blogging, and reading. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;22. biggest regret in life?&gt;&gt; O, wag nang ungkatin pa! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;23. worst experience you've been through?&gt;&gt; Dotdotdot...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;24. best place you'd rather be?&gt;&gt; Europe.. anywhere basta with my family and friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;25. would you kiss on a 1st date?&gt;&gt; Sa cheeks or forehead? Sige. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;26. last time u cried?&gt;&gt; Saturday night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;27.- may nunal ka ba sa braso?:&gt;&gt; Wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;28.-ano kulay ng damit mo ngayon?&gt;&gt; White shirt and red shorts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;29.-kamusta ka naman?:&gt;&gt; Inaantok.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;30.-anong ginawa mo ngayong araw na to?:&gt;&gt; Gumising, kumain, naligo, online, nagforward ng message sa mga seniors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;31. -marunong kang kumanta?:&gt;&gt; Yeap, I can but I am not good at it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;32.-huling tinext mo?:&gt;&gt; Uh, was it my mom? Or IV - 5 people?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;33.-describe yourself in ONE word?:&gt;&gt; Unpredictable. -&gt;Tama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;34.-huling ginagawa mo bago matulog?:&gt;&gt; Pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;35 -nakapunta ka na ba sa cebu?:&gt;&gt; Not yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;36.-huling inutos sayo ng magulang mo?:&gt;&gt; Borrow money from Andrea for merienda ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;37.-magulo ba dyan sa lugar nyo?:&gt;&gt; Hindi naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;38. -may gf/bf ka ba ngayon?&gt;&gt; Wala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;39.-naka-experience ka na ba ng lindol?&gt;&gt; Yeah. The last time was when I was in junior year and I watched Feng Shui with my friends that day's afternoon. I thought I was getting paranoid that someone was moving my bed when in fact, there was an earthquake taking place. Stupid. Haha! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114101714111296718?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114101714111296718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114101714111296718&amp;isPopup=true' title='289 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114101714111296718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114101714111296718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/1.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>289</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114094855612630224</id><published>2006-02-26T17:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T18:09:16.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The first quarter of year 2006 has brought about a lot of happenings, both joyful and gloomy ones. For the issues that are rather reputation-ruining that my classmates and I have been dealing with since God knows when, I can say that these gloomy happenings do nothing but make us one strong family. I am certainly glad that I know for a fact that we can all surpass these because we have each other. And that is what makes me smile this BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I think this time, this happening has a great impact on me. I may never know how massive the impact may be.. But I know I will forever be saddened by this happening, no matter how many years pass by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how my dad really is. I wonder what he is feeling. He has lost a best friend in the latter part of December 2005. That must be really heartbreaking. But I think this morning's depressing news would stab his heart, though he does not blatantly show or say it. My paternal grandmother passed away because of stroke Saturday afternoon. She peacefully slept at around 10:30 this morning while my dad and his younger brother, Tito Lito were on their way to Pampanga, where she is currently confined in a hospital. I guess my lola's too tired to wait for them. But I'm sure my dad and his brother have told her to sleep if she can't bear the pain and sufferring anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never been too close to a relative on my father's side. Important gatherings, such as Christmas reunions, birthday celebrations and the like keep me from seeing them more often than not. But as time passed by, I grew not to attend even those gatherings that are the only times that I could get a glimpse of my beloved relatives on my father's side. Schedules clash, no time and yadida.. My Lola Maria would always exclaim that when she wins in the lottery, she would glady give my family a part. She always says that sae line whenever we see each other. She may have never won the lottery, not even a single centavo from it. But she surely won the lottery because she has a lot of people who care for her, children who undubiously reply to her command, and gladly welcome her in their homes. For me, the gift that she is now resting in perpetuity with God Almighty and with Lola Juan is a sure jackpot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the Lola who showed me that old age could never be a hindrance in journeying wherever you want to go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lola Maria, you will forever be in our prayers and in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114094855612630224?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114094855612630224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114094855612630224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114094855612630224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114094855612630224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/first-quarter-of-year-2006-has-brought.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114076537469783081</id><published>2006-02-24T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:16:14.720+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up at around 6:30 in the morning today since I will ride with my mom on her way to office and ask her to drop me off McDo Katipunan for my meeting with my CAT groupmates. We don't have classes today but we have to make the most out of the free time we have to meet project deadlines. Man, how stressful fourth quarter is, most especially that finals are next week already. And then.. my mom blurted out to me when I went downstairs to eat breakfast that there's an ongoing coup d etat. I turned on the t.v. set to check out what's going on. I almost was not allowed to leave the house because of what's happening, but I protested that I need to finish this project because there is no time anymore. Shet. Why now? Why now that we are in a hurry to finish a lot of things? Why now that every free time counts? Oh crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I arrived at around 8 in McDo. Cheenee was already there and we tried to start making the scrapbook. Then came the rumors that UPCAT results are already released. That's why, I went to UP even though I already heard from the guard there last Saturday that results will be released March 3 pa. Turns out it won't be released until next week pa nga! Kulit. Haha! ;) After a while, Ma texted me and told me not to go to UP because there will be a rally in a while there. Okay. Thank God! Sheesh. That was scary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind you, I ate like a pig in McDonald's. That's so embarrassing. :( I was there from 8 until lunchtime and all I did was eat. Oh crap. I purchased Oreo McFlurry and a regular size of french fries upon arriving. Sheela arrived at around 9:30 and so I once again ordered a caramel sundae and another round of regular fries. For lunch, I had a cheeseburger meal. WTF! Hello, piggy Mary. Haha! I won't eat anything anymore!!!!!!!!!! Haha! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114076537469783081?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114076537469783081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114076537469783081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114076537469783081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114076537469783081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-woke-up-at-around-630-in-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114060397300640606</id><published>2006-02-22T18:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T18:26:13.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;February 21st, Metamorphosis.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had our Junior-Senior turnover ceremony yesterday. Good thing God blessed us with a fair weather. Well, it was for me since it was not super hot and all. I did not feel excited about this ceremony and I don't exactly know why. We have all been busy and too preoccupied that's why I guess I did not care much. I even hate the fact that we were arranged in that manner. We had a hard time looking for the spot where we should be as we lined up before marching. Oh, the confusion! Good thing I know people from my row that's why we still got to march down the aisle complete. (except for the girl on my left who happened to be absent yesterday)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lollipop.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christ's sake, will you just please stay away and stop being too nosy and pretend as if you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tres Marias. Maria ka ba? Do anything you want. Maingay kayo. Why are you eating your lollipop in the classroom? Field. The stick. The Human Anatomy books. Candy Mag. People Mag. Magazines. Sleeping. Paper. Jollibee. Utak. Worthy. One-by-one. Do not disturb your other classmates. Ripley's Believe It or Not. Sorry. Sincerity. MP3. Headphones. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;VIOLET.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't get it, do you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go figure. I'll give you a thousand bucks. (Ofcourse I am kidding. ;) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wanna know who the best homeroom teacher is? Well, there are 2 candidates, too, but you know,  ______________ will still stand out. :) &lt;em&gt;Cigs, anyone?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh God. How I love how IV-5 is bonded. I'll miss you guys, super.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-114060397300640606?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114060397300640606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114060397300640606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114060397300640606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114060397300640606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/february-21st-metamorphosis.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-114018225158457804</id><published>2006-02-17T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T21:17:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; special.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my debate yesterday. We lost but it's all good. I know that we did our best and we're prepared so there's nothing to fret too much on. Debate is equivalent to 50% of our fourth quarter grade. The other half is for the revised academic paper which is due on the day of our English finals. Everything's all good, despite of the bazillion butterflies that invaded my stomach before havng my debate plus the fact that I was almost late for school. I think I panicked too much considering that our first period was English. I was overwhelmed by the greetings that people gave me when they saw me. I think I got a blank mind for a few moments before regaining what I've memorized for my speech. I found a note on my desk from Nia, chocolates from Kax, a chocolate brown bag from Sheela, numerous text greetings from lovable people, and the birthday cake which Marga, Sheela, Cy, Jill, Geeann, Cheenee, Kat, and Mia gave me. It was a surprise and I was too happy! It was just a few minutes after my speech and I was conversing with Sheela and Kat, I think, when I heard some singing a Happy Birthday song then came Marga and Jill with the cake. Aww. How sweet! I love my darlings talaga! :) You guys made my birthday special. I love you to bits. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Renz's house at around 5 in the afternoon because he invited people for a little celebration in their house for his birthday (February 15th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma bought cake and ice cream for me. Sweet. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chocolates + Cakes = SWEETness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, RENZ! (Feb 15th)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MARY! ( Feb 16th)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SAMUEL! (Feb 17th)&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/11158097-114018225158457804?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/114018225158457804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=114018225158457804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114018225158457804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/114018225158457804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-are-special.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113991447240321156</id><published>2006-02-14T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T18:54:32.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gleefully celebrate SINGLES AWARENESS DAY today. (Pakana nila Maebel yan! :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Debate in two days and I don't have any idea why I am freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113991447240321156?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113991447240321156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113991447240321156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113991447240321156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113991447240321156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-gleefully-celebrate-singles.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113982816362494125</id><published>2006-02-13T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T18:58:36.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things are getting more and more intricate as each day passes by. Oh, God, please help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only three days left before my group have our debate. I don't know what to feel. I don't know how to feel. Well, actually, there is a mix of nervousness and fear in me that I don't really know how to wash away. Maybe I am feeling this way because I haven't prepared my speech yet. I would be the one starting the debate and it would really be better if I start it properly. They say that the job of the first speaker is not that tough. But still.. :( Oh yeah. I know I can do this. I am working with Den and Dartz, why can't I not do this? If I had undergone an impromptu speech as a practical test in English, why not another speech when I can ask for help from people who share the same ideas with me? Oh crap. Help me, Lord. Oh, oh, oh, oh Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JS Turnover rehearsals #1 this afternoon. Sheesh. I like the seating arrangement of the seniors and juniors last school year way better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Valentine's Day to all!&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/11158097-113982816362494125?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113982816362494125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113982816362494125&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113982816362494125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113982816362494125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/things-are-getting-more-and-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113967093184316500</id><published>2006-02-11T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T23:15:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Pre-ball was a-okay. Den, I know you put on real hardwork on this, that's why I congratulate you. I love you, my hommie! Haha! :) I enjoyed last night because I was with my gorgeous darlings, my friends! Since the party hasn't started yet, Marga, Sheela, Gee, Jonah, and I went to Superbowl, Eastwood first to crash in Eli and company's dinner. Saya. Pero we left rin after a few minutes then got back to BMW, just in time for the Fashion show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I want to fall in love again.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my Saturday afternoon with my hommies, Den and Dartz. Wazzap, dawg? Haha! :) Worked on our academic paper. Ma dropped me off sa Jollibee, then Den and I went to Seattle's, then to National, then to McDo, then to the foot of the overpass in front of Ateneo. There was I when my mom fetched me. Went to Tiendesitas after to kill time and eat dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LSS ko Nobela, kanina pa. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113967093184316500?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113967093184316500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113967093184316500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113967093184316500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113967093184316500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/pre-ball-was-okay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113953252651479084</id><published>2006-02-10T08:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T08:48:46.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Awit na nananawagan, baka sakaling napakikinggan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teacher's Day yesterday plus the Funtastic raffle draw. There were just three parts that I totally enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, the Pink batch's performance was really funny and entertaining. Nobody could have done it better, I know right. Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;CHRISTIAN BAUTISTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, yeap! As in the gorgeous male artist.. IN FLESH. Gawd. Uber hot! Excuse me. Cyril got her picture taken with this hunk. I am so jeaous. Haha! I can hardly control myself from screaming and getting all giddy and "kilig". Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third, DBC performed again! Yay! But sadly, people were already starting to storm out of the sports complex. Nakakabastos lang pero we can't blame them naman since it was already past 4 and of course, all would want to leave the campus na. But IV-5 being the infamous supportive fans and audience of the hottest band (!!!!!) stayed in front of them and cheered and danced and partied along with them! Sir Bernz was so funny, dancing like hell! Haha! Magwala daw ba! Daym. I don't want to graduate yet. Shet. Barely two weeks left for academic days.. Two weeks and counting.. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with Mich, Winna, and Den when they went to KFC for a Gradball meeting. Waited for Dartz there and went straight to Den's house in Valle to supposedly revise our paper. But since my mom came there early and Den was uber sleepy na rin, we weren't able to do much na rin. But it's all good. We're going to hopefully wrap it all up on Saturday. God bless us all! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-Graduation ball party, THAT'S  HAT!!, tonight at BMW Showroom, Libis. (Beside Eastwood City)&lt;br /&gt;Come and party with us! Be sure to come with your fabulous hats or whatever headdress! ;) See you there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Nag- aabang sa langit, sa mga  ulap sumisilip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Sa likod ng mga tala, kahit sulyap lang darna..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113953252651479084?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113953252651479084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113953252651479084&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113953252651479084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113953252651479084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/awit-na-nananawagan-baka-sakaling.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113939659076124537</id><published>2006-02-08T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:03:10.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>KLEPTOMANIAC ON THE LOSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep a very close eye on your belongings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kleptomaniac is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know if it's the kleptomaniac you are talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much has been said and done. A thick list of unexpected and surprising things that are happening right now has been continuously keeping me confused and puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I skipped Soccer training this afternoon because I was having dysmenorrhea. Right after bonding with Mykee, Monti, and Nicole while feasting on our mais which we bought from the corn vendors along Katipunan road (If you happen to pass by), I went to Prince David with Dartz to do something for our Academic Paper. We are assigned to debate on Thursday. OH MY. SHIET. (Go check out my calendar!) After which, I walked back to MC to fetch my sister. Oh the dysmenorrhea shit killed me! Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously another lame entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to finish my THE project and Physics homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til then!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Dahan-dahan tayong bumitaw.. Dahan-dahan tayong gumalaw.. Dahan-dahan tayo sa lahat.. Dahan-dahan tayong mamumulat..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113939659076124537?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113939659076124537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113939659076124537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113939659076124537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113939659076124537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/kleptomaniac-on-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113930691897516879</id><published>2006-02-07T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T18:08:39.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Binibi sa aking pagtulog, ika'y panaginip lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Oh kay ganda, o kay gandang mag-alay sayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Dino Concepcion.  January na rin. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi ka pa ba pagod sa pagpapanggap? Ako, pagod na. Pero sa kabilang dako, naaawa ako sa'yo. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are trying so hard to please us, as in build and share a friendship among all. But in this very complex world of ours, we cannot please everybody. Maybe the frendship you are establishing can't go anymore farther than where it is right now. So, if I were you, I won't push too hard because it just makes things complicated, and sadly, worse. I don't want you to get hurt anymore because I know that you are just trying to hide the pain. &lt;em&gt;Hindi ka nagpapatalo&lt;/em&gt;. I bet you never imagined things to get knotty like they are right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's leave it as is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, there is no assurance. But one thing that I think I am sure of is that &lt;em&gt;hanggang diyan nalang yan, hindi na pwedeng maging malapit pa&lt;/em&gt;. The damage has been done and we can't do anything about it anymore. Just be mindful of the present situation that we have, don't be too hard on yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may think I hate you too much. Well, I do, at times, but not for always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think. Go figure what's the cause of the hatred and angst. Sometimes, we are too busy finding fault in others that we tend to forget about our own flaws. Yes, it is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, as my mom dropped my sister and I off at the foot of the Katipunan overpass (near MC's gate 2), I heard a loud thud which caused us, and the passersby to look at where the sound came from. It was from a car's bumper which broke off and fell onto the ground with a loud thud. This was because an old red "fiera" hit it. The driver of the car went down his car and approached the red fiera. The red fiera's driver went down his vehicle and I don't know what he did. Shockingly, this old driver tried to escape from the damage, which many people witnessed, he had done. But the car's driver was apparently fully-decided to run after this vehicle which hit him, and so, he ran along Katipunan road. How thin was he. I don't know what happened next because I was almost inside MC when I decided to stop watching the drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the morning's drama was over. But I was mistaken. Gar was outside the classroom and she quickly blurted out to me that all of us IV-5-ers will receive two counts of minor offense each. "Ma, na-offense ako." I said. "Why? What happened?" said Ma, worried was she. "I left my Math notebook under my chair." Wth. You thought the situation was grave enough for me to receive two counts of minor offense? Oh yeah. The best. How great, is not it? Confiscated school things were piled up in the YLC office. Boy did I have a hard time looking for than large, thin Math notebook. I was laughing at what happened, yet I felt so enraged. That is damn unfair. We were not informed. &lt;em&gt;Walang nagsabi sa amin na bawal na pala ang mag-iwan ng gamit sa classroom. Sa buong school year na 'to, iniiwan ko na ang mga gamit ko nang maayos at hindi makalat.. Kung kailan patapos na, at IISANG payat na notebook lang ang naiwan ko. Naman. Naman! &lt;/em&gt;Stop the drama. Ask mama to go to school and talk to whoever is in charge. Haha! Just kidding. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Lintik na pag-ibig, parang kidlat. Puso kong tahimik na naghihintay, bigla mong ginulat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113930691897516879?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113930691897516879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113930691897516879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113930691897516879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113930691897516879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/binibi-sa-aking-pagtulog-ikay.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113911242228135824</id><published>2006-02-05T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T12:15:01.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;The day did not start quite right. Upon hearing the news about the stampede which happened in Ultra, it did not occur to me that it was dead serious. I thought a person or two losing their lives was devastating enough, but it is really really sad to say that over 70 people, who wished and hoped for nothing but to have fun, to win, and to watch, died tragically. It was unfortunate of them to die an awful death, having hundreds of strangers upon you, stepping on you. Whenever I see the news regarding that apalling incident with those lifeless bodies lying on the ground, wounded people crying for help, little children crying, looking for their paretns, and old people who look helpless, I feel so bad. Why does it have to happen? That is one terrible stampede. Those who died were helpless.. All were busy saving themselves, couldn't care more about the cries of those beneath them. Their shrieks, their screams, their yells were drowned. All they wanted was happiness and enjoyment. But I guess there are some things that are not meant to happen, and there are somet thigns that happen which serve us a lesson. Let us all pray for those people who lost their lives, and for their families who lost a part of themselves. May they all rest in peace. +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT: Gelay's 18th Birthday Beach-Themed Party&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHEN: February 4th, 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHERE: #76 Donya Justinia Street, Filinvest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite what happened earlier yesterday, it was good to end it with a BANG! It was surely the debut of the year..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Marga&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Sheela&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;came to the venue together. We thought we were already late since we were still travelling at around 6:30 PM. When we arrived there, it wasn't even starting yet and the guests were just arriving, too. I cannot remember what time it started. Well actually, I lost track of time. The next time I checked the time was around 12:05 AM already. Haha! Gawd. I was having so much fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved the garden party with a Luau theme. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so surprised to see &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;BeaRod&lt;/span&gt;! I missed her. Super. Love you, dear. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gelay was so pretty last night in her gown. 18 roses, then 18 chocolates, then 18 treasures. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;Tita Anna&lt;/span&gt; danced, and &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Tito Guillermo&lt;/span&gt; sang. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jollibee&lt;/span&gt; was there, too!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So cute! ;) &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;DBC&lt;/span&gt; performed (ehem! Sinong nainvite ng Brownman jan?!), &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6CycleMind&lt;/span&gt; dropped by and there was a fireworks display. And the highlight, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BROWNMAN REVIVAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; celebrated the party with us! Daym. It was f**king fun!!!! Ge, your party rocked my socks!! I got a picture with the percussions guy, I think January's his name. Cool. :) Too bad I did not have a chance to have my picture taken with &lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dino&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :( But it is all good. Standing in front of them as they sang Binibi would be just lovely. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went home at around 12:30 AM. We weren't able to finish the party anymore since Gar's driver was there already and we were just going to ride with her back to Katipunan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit. I had a blast!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GELAY GORGEOUS! (February 5)&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/11158097-113911242228135824?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113911242228135824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113911242228135824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113911242228135824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113911242228135824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-did-not-start-quite-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113879934330554176</id><published>2006-02-01T20:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T21:09:03.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I loved Banaag's play, The Taming of the Shrew. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Den&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Dartz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; were so great. They are &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALWAYS &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;wonderful! I love you guys. :) Missy gave a little speech-slash-introduction to the play before it started and it suddenly occurred to me that I missed having her around. She's all jolly and hyper and uber fun to be with. She is a wonderful English teacher, and an amazing thespian, too. It seems like sophomore year was just yesterday. All the memories are still kind of fresh and I think I could still remember some, if not all, things that had happened from that year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I hate my second Economics quiz. I kinda failed it because I automatically lost 10 points because I did not follow directions. Instead of jotting down my answers on the graphing paper, I wrote it down on the questionnaire which we unfortunately did not give back to Ms. Neri. Oh well. I guess I learned from my stupid mistake ever. Damn. I had a hard time earning an A- in Economics and now that the hardwork paid off, I am about to lose it once again.. :( huhu! But on the brighter side.. I think I had my first ever perfect quiz in Physics and I am effing happy about it considering that I failed my last quiz in the said subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, okay. No comment nalang ako sayo. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113879934330554176?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113879934330554176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113879934330554176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113879934330554176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113879934330554176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-loved-banaags-play-taming-of-shrew.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113871011313954930</id><published>2006-01-31T20:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:21:53.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How funny do people react to my status in Yahoo! Messenger. My stat - I crave your touch. Jho messaged me before and said, "Touch you!" and just a few minutes ago, Geeann messaged me and said that she will touch me tomorrow. Haha! Wala lang. I just find it funny. Love you, guys! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoutouts to Paulo Hong whom I am conversing with through Y!M right now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to reality once again tomorrow. Our long weekend is to end today. Still not a hundred percent sure whether or not I am ready to deal with school stuff once again. Just a few more days, Mary, just a few more days. Hey! Today's the last day of the month. I realized that just now. The month of love is about to start and I am going to be a year older in a few more days once more. Life, they say, begins at this age. Uhh. Yeah. Whatever. I think it has started for me years ago. Sheesh. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait until Gelay's debut this Saturday!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113871011313954930?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113871011313954930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113871011313954930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113871011313954930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113871011313954930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/how-funny-do-people-react-to-my-status.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113868069883249356</id><published>2006-01-31T11:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T12:11:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was not able to watch Cyril's compet last Saturday in Ateneo nor was I able to watch Chia, Jill, and Ekay strut their stuff along the ramp (AHS fair).. Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, my mom had a party to attend at Bagaberde. It was her company's thanksgiving-slash-post-Christmas party. She had to be there even befor the party starts so we dropped her off at around 5 in the afternoon. My dad, brother, sister and I went to Tiendesitas to kill time. Unfortunately, we were done roaming around in less than fifteen minutes. It is rather fun to go there during nighttime. We then transferred to Shangri-La mall to eat dinner and my sister Andy and I watched Zathura. I did not quite agree with her at first since I was thinking that it was just a lame kiddie movie. Wrong was I! I enjoyed watching it. :) It is nice and it kept my eyes glued to the screen the whole time, anticipating for the next thing that will happen. I love Jonah Bobo a.k.a Danny who is so cute and adorable. I'd probably buy a DVD to see that cute little kid once again. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday, yesterday, we had no classes. SOMA and Chi-Ro awards plus the PTC. I went to Meggy's house to start our Filipino project. I now know how to play billiards!! Yeah! Haha! Then came lunch time, Rina dropped us (Gelay, Nia, Heidi, Abbie and I) along Katipunan then rode the trike to Jollibee to eat lunch. Pa picked me up before 2. I enjoyed watching the Stepford Wives last night. Haha! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, check out my new heading c/o Kaaxy. Love you, gorgeous!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113868069883249356?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113868069883249356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113868069883249356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113868069883249356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113868069883249356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-not-able-to-watch-cyrils-compet.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113836918755349099</id><published>2006-01-27T21:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T21:51:38.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I effing hate my score in our Physics quiz today. I could have gotten a higher score had I not erased my initial answers. It's already proven that I need not to overthink on test items. I end up getting wrong anwers. What is more sucky is that the answers I've erased are the correct ones. Oh, just pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy with the outcome of my third quarter. I was almost able to grab the opportunity to go up the stage and get that square metallic blue card and be uberly giddy. It slipped away of course, because of just this one subject that I think I will never be good at. But hey! This is no time to be gloomy at all. I am totally happy with my third quarter grade in Physics which is indeed way better than my second quarter grade which was really horrible. :o For the last time, I want to climb that stage and experience what it feels like to be an honor student. I won't say that it is just a wishful thinking because it really is not. If you want to make something happen (something good, of course), then you'll do everything that you could, no matter how much it will cost you to be able to make that trance come to life. You get what I mean? Because that works for me. You have to change that mindset of yours if all you tell yourself and everybody else is you cannot do it when in fact, you know you can do it, but you just don't do something about it. You should not wait for a miracle to happen. A little perseverance and determination will do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After class, my sister Andrea and I went to Eastwood to watch a movie. We were supposed to watch Little Manhattan but unfortunately, it wasn't shown there anymore. We ended up watching Cheaper by the Dozen 2 which turns out to be a terrific feel-good, comical (because of Steve Martin) movie with a little spice in it. Thanks to TOM WELLING for that. Freaking sizzling blazing hot. Too hot to handle. ;) Went to Shoe Salon to check out Chucks. My sister is obviously addicted to 'em. She's spreading the virus and I am unfortunately one of her victims. Addiction, oh addiction. Ack. Haha! Each got a pair of flipflops instead and then ate dinner in Fazoli's. Chilled in front of Candy Corner while waiting for our mom to arrive who came from work. I got a little surprised because Sophie greeted me when we saw each other there. We are not friends, nor are we acquaintances. But it is so nice of her to greet me, really. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't have my Starbucks limited edition planner :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long weekend, baby! Woohoo! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113836918755349099?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113836918755349099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113836918755349099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113836918755349099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113836918755349099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-effing-hate-my-score-in-our-physics.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113818494266482103</id><published>2006-01-24T18:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T18:29:02.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frame of mind : dead beat and woozy&lt;br /&gt;Currently Listening to: Better Start Talking by Donell Jones featuring Jermaine Dupri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed playing soccer.. Good thing I decided to attend training today or I might have missed out on a lot of things. Well, besides the pouring of the rain which made some of us enjoy playing soccer more, another thing made me giddy like shit. Haha! That's for you me to know and KEEP and for you to find out. Not only that. I found out about something and someone and the controversial doing. Ooh yes! Again, that is for me to know and really, really keep and for you to keep guessing and figuring out. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiet. Things keep on surprising me every single day. Both horrible and intriguing surprises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my. I cannot wait for Gelay's debut!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113818494266482103?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113818494266482103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113818494266482103&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113818494266482103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113818494266482103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/frame-of-mind-dead-beat-and-woozy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113809945064093822</id><published>2006-01-24T18:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T18:44:10.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I fell in love with the poem Eli composed. She's really an awesome writer and I can very much say that she'll go a long way. I want to share with all of you the poem I am talking about. If ever you'd like to copy or post it somewhere else, please, tell me first, okay? And be sure to put her name as the one who made it, not your name, not anybody else's name. Clear? Tag me on my tagboard so that I'll know. She knows that I am to post her poem already.. I'll promote it. Haha! :) Hindi, talagang maganda yung composition niya. She even was the one who composed the lyrics of one of DBC's songs. Galing, swear! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Define Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eliza Garcia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is such a sweet word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which I define as true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Beneath my obvious thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;This word refers to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;In silence, I can hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;My heart's so patterned sound.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;[The simple thougt of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Would spin my world around.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Throughout the moonlit nightm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I hold your gentle hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Our fingers are entwined,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Together we will stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Your hand begins to slide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Upon my very own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I lose my grip on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;And now, I'm all alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I try to run to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;To make our feelings last.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I fall and then I fail;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;You run away too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;So sweet the thing we share&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;But now it's gone away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Like water sinking through,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I cannot make it stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;I've become so lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;That I'm no longer sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Love is just a sweet word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;Which means the same as pain.&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/11158097-113809945064093822?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113801908197132949</id><published>2006-01-23T20:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T20:24:41.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ooh. I forgot to mention in my previous entry that that girl who sang the Philippine National anthem in Manny Pacquiao's fight against Eric Morales was really.. unprofessional?..  She wasn't able to hit high notes. And, can I just ask.. Who is she? It's not that I want to offend anyone, but I'm pretty sure those people incharge could have picked someone better. After all, this is a BIG game where the whooooooooooole world is watching :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Social Action in Kaingin I, Barangay Pansol was fun! I interacted with kids once again and they were uber cute. ;) One kid, whose name sounds like AY-SON but I am not sure of the spelling, caught my heart. He's really cute and I loved to carry him. They were hyperactive, like most kids. They even danced for me and my groupmates. SO CUTE. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113801908197132949?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113801908197132949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113801908197132949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113801908197132949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113801908197132949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/ooh.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113792924883343059</id><published>2006-01-22T19:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:27:28.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go, Manny Pacquiao! Go, Philippines!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was frantically shaking my head as I watched the first few rounds of the game between Manny Pacquiao and Eric Morales. That woman who works in SilverWorks needs to shut her mouth a bit. Not only does she speak loudly, she even spoiled the game for me. I wanted not to hear anything about the fight as much as possible since I want to see it, I want to watch it, not just hear from someone, most especially if I do not know that someone. She exclaimed to her co-worker in a very silent.. NOT voice that Manny lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eric's a fast starter and Manny got a pretty handful of punches. Good thing I did not lose hope. In fact, the more I watched a few more rounds, the more hope I had of him winning, of him making the Filipinos proud of him. I was right. That woman from Silverworks was wrong. I was glad Manny was able to manage to win against Eric Morales. He's really a great boxer. Be that as it may, Eric Morales is great boxer, too. It was just not his game. It was time for Manny Pacquiao to rule this fight. Congratulations to you, Manny Pacquiao! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember my lola shouting and jumping, same with my titas and cousins and family as well earlier this day. We usually watch Manny's fights in my lola's house. Boy, does my lola give me a heart attack! Haha! But it was fun. My titos and titas were giving these funny comments. It's good they did that.. Just to break the tension, you know. Everybody was panicking. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I realized it is time.&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, never mind the blog entry last night. I just needed to release some anger. Haha! I am okay. Everything's under control. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113792924883343059?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113792924883343059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113792924883343059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113792924883343059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113792924883343059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/go-manny-pacquiao-go-philippines-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113776352310020606</id><published>2006-01-20T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T21:25:23.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today is sucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a very terrible stomach ache this morning which caused nausea and shit. Hay. I was not able to eat tuloy during breaktime. That's why I got super hungry while having P.E class (it was the substitute subject for Physics since Mr. Salayo is in Batangas with his class, having their retreat.) Good thing Kat offered me her chocolate graham crackers which was so delicious (well, any food would taste really good if you are hungry, right?) that I couldn't wait anymore for lunch time I ate it when I had the chance. Haha! Not being pasaway. I have my good and valid reason, I'm pretty sure. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. I got the letter from the Ateneo already this lunch time and boy did I feel something not pretty good inside of me. The thought that I did not pass Ateneo sucks bigtime and I hate it. I am almost over the rejection but I still quite hate the university for not accepting me. Haha! But that's okay. The school's not for me.. Yadayadayada. It is thoughtful of them to send me a letter still.. I think! Haha! :) Sus! Okay lang. I won't make an appeal anymore. I've accepted my fate already. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113776352310020606?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113776352310020606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113776352310020606&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113776352310020606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113776352310020606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/today-is-sucky.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113767587174464528</id><published>2006-01-19T21:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T21:04:31.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I watched American Idol earlier and as usual, I loved it. Had fun watching the show due to the people who auditioned. Some people are really talented and boy do I adore their voices but most are the exact opposite of those who have great voices. Atrocious, as what Simon Cowell said. I usually watch the show because of the auditions..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a child? Aw, come on! ;) -my status in Y!M.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marga, can't wait to tell you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113767587174464528?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113767587174464528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113767587174464528&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113767587174464528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113767587174464528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-watched-american-idol-earlier-and-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113766158200628373</id><published>2006-01-19T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:06:22.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Currently listening to: Cosmic Girl by Jamiroquai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home early today. My sister demanded me that we go home earlier than the usual today. I said okay. Sadly, I couldn't go naman to Jho's little celebration for her birthday in Katip. :( But it's okay. At least I have time to surf the net and look for Rejoice shampoo's new commercial song for our English task tomorrow. Ack. The hell! I couldn't find the lyrics. Arg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the driver of the cab that my sister and I rode this afternoon. He scared the hell out of me! Reckless driving angpotek. Seems like he wanted to kill his passengers. Wtf?! Stupid. He kept on complaining like shit and he kept on honking on cars in front of him. As if he was stuck there for forever! The thing is, he was really impatient and it was as if he was mad at something. Scary. If the rain was just not pouring, then I wouldn't be that desperate to hail a whatever cab and ride on it. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love it when we talk about real-life happenings during Filipino class. Sharing of one's experiences, mishaps, and whatnot is so much fun and interesting.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music class today was kind of nostalgic. We are on the process of practicing our graduation songs and this song that we studied today made some IV-5-ers cry. Ehem. I was one of them. Well, I was one of them. Haha! Eh kasi naman.. The lyrics and the melody was really sad. It's about friends, forgiveness, goodbyes and stuff.. Haay. I just tried laughed and smiled to cover up the tears that were falling from my eyes. I am going to miss my friends + MCHS family. Haay. :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113766158200628373?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113766158200628373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113766158200628373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113766158200628373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113766158200628373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/currently-listening-to-cosmic-girl-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113757893128362946</id><published>2006-01-18T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T18:08:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was looking forward to soccer training today and it all ended up in something really awesome, exciting, exhausting, fun, and interesting.. NOT. Duh. Haha. =D  Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action of the day: Kissing (got the idea from Sheela Marie Baustista)&lt;br /&gt; Hello, IV-5! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filipino &lt;u&gt;long&lt;/u&gt; quiz tomorrow. Decided to call it a long quiz since it will cover up 6 chapters. Oh, come one! Plus a Math homework that I am actually too lazy to do. I swear. I want to stop procrastinating and cramming and shit but I am messed up. Yeah. Whatever. I don't even know what I want. What a loser. Haha! Joking. ;) I actually ruined my day today since I was too lazy to study for our Economics quiz today and I did not know that we have to read two chapters of Ibong Mandaragit for Filipino class and heck! I crammed all the way. Economics was after recess and damn. It was too long to be able to remember all stuff in there. Puro equations pa yung kailangan. I was too preoccupied the whole morning and it sucked BIGTIME. I swear, I'll never ever cram again. I hate the feeling. Yaan niyo, in a little while..NOT.. haha! I will start studying for Filipino and actually work on my Math homework. New ways of living, Mary. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113757893128362946?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113757893128362946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113757893128362946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113757893128362946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113757893128362946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-was-looking-forward-to-soccer.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113748918625600814</id><published>2006-01-17T16:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T17:13:06.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Currently listening to: Stick With You by The Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;Currently feeling: Numb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun reading the prophecies Geeann created for those who have asked her to make them one, and I am actually one of those who asked her a favor. I love it. I am really hoping for those dreams and ambitions to come to reality when the right time comes. I love Franz's prophecy. I really love it. Oh gosh. I'm feeling nostalgic once again. Feeling sentimental and maudlin over the fact that we are soon to graduate. :( Anyway. Switch to another topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit, man. I'd love to watch Jason Mraz. Whoever is willing to take me with him or her to his concert, I'd love you forever. Haha! :) I want to go see the BSB perform, too, but I think that would just be corny so I'd rather wait for Nsync to go on tour and visit the Philippines one time and then, I'd be really watching their concert, swear. Oh no. I remember the old days. Those moments I have spent with Cams, my dear cousin-slash-best friend-slash-sister-slash-shopping buddy, during our pre-teen days are really to treasure. Super the best! Sa amin nalang yon. Basta. It was super duper fun doing those silly stuff with you, cuz! You will definitely see us as the next MTV VJs. Haha! Kidding. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kat was with me when I went to the sewing center after class because I paid for my graduation dress. Ooh yes. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.E today is K, K, fine, fine. Haha! Oh my, boy do I hope that I pass PE this semester. Basketball.. Why don't I give it a shot? ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113748918625600814?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113748918625600814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113748918625600814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113748918625600814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113748918625600814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/currently-listening-to-stick-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113741077498330049</id><published>2006-01-16T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:43:48.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I decided to give my blog a new look. How'd you like it? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have classes today but we'll be back to school tomorrow. I'm still kind of lazy to go back to school.. Ohwell. Maybe I'll just hit the bed early. Here's a survey I got from Friendster. Bored, as usual.. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;1.Where have you been an hour ago?+ Living room, eating my Cheeseburger meal from McDo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;2. What do you wanna be called?+ Mary/Marguerite. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;3. do you like your name?+ It rocks ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;4. can you remember what you did on the first dayof school?+ As in very first? I was crying so hard, not letting go of my mom's hand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;5. what do you want to be ten years from now?+ A writer and a CPA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;6. what song are u listening to right now?+ I'm watching the news.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;7. at what age you first learn to use a pc?+ 6?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;8. have you ever eaten any exotic food ?+ How exotic? Haha. Not yet , I think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;9. what is the last illness that you have?+ Migraine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;10. do you like listening to rap music?+ It depends on my mood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;11. have you ever thought of driving the train?+ No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;12. what did you do last November 1 2005?+ Went to the cemetery with my fam and cousins and titos and titas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;13. which do you prefer? rainy dayz or sunny day?+ I can't decided. I love the cool temperature when it rains though I hate getting soaked up. I'd love to get a tan during a sunny day, but then that would be super hot. Oh my. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;14. when was the last time you browsed the bible?+ God forgive me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;15. what perfume/cologne do you have?+ GAP Heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;16. what is the brand of your first wristwatch?+ I can't remember.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;17. look at your back. what did you see+ My sister.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;18. say something about the person who gave you this.+ The survey? Got it from Jedyne through Friendster. ;) I miss you &lt;em&gt;Samlaim baba&lt;/em&gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;19. do you sing while you are taking a bath?+ Sometimes :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;21. your last dream that you remembered?+ As in clearly remembered? We were a couple. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;22. what do you usually say when you meet afriend?+ Hi, _____ (name)!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;23. do you agree on the saying "to forgive is to forget"?+ Absolutely not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;24.can you ride on a bicycle?+ Yeap :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;25. last thing you held before using the computer?+My effing cellphone without the upward arrow :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;26. Where is that place you always dreamed of?+ Europe and Santorini, Greece.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;27. When was the last time your tears fell?+ I was ON THE VERGE of crying but I tried to hold back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;28. are you goin to leave your parents in time??+When I get married, siguro. But not leave talaga. Of course I am going to visit them from time to time just like what we do with my Lola. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;29. How do you say you are sorry to a personyou have hurt before?+ Basta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;30. at what age are you ready to get married?+ Now. Haha! Joke lang. Arond 26-28. Basta, dapat by 28, I'm married na. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;31. SM o Robinsons?+ Robinsons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;32. First person to run to if you are depressed?+ GOD. Hmm.. My cousin Cams, or Marga, Sheela, Cyril, or Jill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;33. Have you ever watched an x-film/clip?+ Tawa nalang. HAHAHA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;34. who is the person u txtd last?+ Sheela Bautista.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;35. What was your worst flood experience?+ I dunno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;36. Are you happy at this point of your life?+ :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;37. What do you want to eat tomorrow?+ Mango crepe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;38. describe yourself when you can say "imcontented with my life"+ I couldn't be less than happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;39. live life to the fullest or step by step?+ Live life to the fullest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;40. what do you want to say to that special someone in your life?+ Wala pa naman, but if he comes along, I love you would be what I'm going to tell him. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. where did you go to HS? 1st year - Colegio De San Lorenzo, 2nd-4th - Miriam College High School&lt;br /&gt;2. are you a teacher's enemy? Never.&lt;br /&gt;3. what's the color of the pen do you usually use? Black. I use gold or pink along with black for note-taking. ;)&lt;br /&gt;4. are you a parasite? I dunno.&lt;br /&gt;5. do you copy from your classmates? Yeap, sometimes, when I really can't answer the question.&lt;br /&gt;6. have you let anyone copy from you? Yeap, homework items which were usually copied from other classmates, too. ;)&lt;br /&gt;7. do you bring your own sheets of paper? I hardly nowadays.. Ask Mia, or Marga, or Franz. ;)&lt;br /&gt;8. are you in the class' top 10? Nah-uh.&lt;br /&gt;9. who's your hatest teacher? Dotdotdot..&lt;br /&gt;10. most favorite? Ooh. A lot. To name a few, Sir Diwa, Sir Olazo, Sir Bernz, Ms. Lesaca, Mrs. De Guzman, Ms. Lacson!&lt;br /&gt;11. a classmate you don't like? I love my Block5 '06 family! :)&lt;br /&gt;12. what subject/s do you have a high grade in? CL, Filipino, English, Elective.&lt;br /&gt;13. lowest subject? I actually have a one-nanometer grade in Physics. Haha! ;)&lt;br /&gt;14. who's your crush these days? That would be a deep, dark secret. ;)&lt;br /&gt;15. what's your theme song for that person? Don't have any.&lt;br /&gt;16. fave events? Intramurals and Fair.&lt;br /&gt;17. fave part of the classroom? Platform. ;) I don't know why.&lt;br /&gt;18. ever slept inside a classroom? Ooh, yes! You want a picture? ;)&lt;br /&gt;19. is P.E. your favorite class? Yeap.&lt;br /&gt;20. do you have a swimming pool in your school? Hope we have one.&lt;br /&gt;21. 'bout an oval? Nawp.&lt;br /&gt;22. basketball court? Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;23. have you ever thought of burning your school? No!&lt;br /&gt;24. went to the prom? who's your partner? Of course. Mykim :)&lt;br /&gt;25. have you ever fought with a teacher? No.&lt;br /&gt;26. what will you miss most in HS? MY FRIENDS!! :( Sir Bernz, Sir Radi, other teachers.. The caf, the vendo, the HS field.&lt;br /&gt;27. worst thing you did in school? Not study?&lt;br /&gt;28. greatest regret? Gave up on Physics?&lt;br /&gt;29.if given the chance, are you going back to yourschool again? Why not?!&lt;br /&gt;30. what were your sections when you were in HS? 1-Galileo, 2-5, 3-5 and 4-5. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Last Song Syndrome&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; Nobela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Join The Club)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113741077498330049?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113741077498330049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113741077498330049&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113741077498330049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113741077498330049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-decided-to-give-my-blog-new-look.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113729410786759306</id><published>2006-01-15T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T11:01:47.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I met up with my English groupmates in McDo Katip for our project which is due on Tuesday yesterday morning. Glad that we won't need too much work and we could actually finish it on time (Hopefully!) considering that we started making it just yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while, Marga, Celine, Cyril, and Kuya Justin picked me up then went straight to Sheela's house to pick her up and head to Shangri-la mall. Arrived there before noontime then roamed around for a while to look for Sheela's Brazil Havies and to check out the different botiques there, too. Bizarre thing is, I didn't feel the need to shop. Haha! Maybe it was due to my shopping spree last time wherein I went overboard that I haven't used the stuff that I bought yet. Haha! ;) Gambi, Julian, Francis C., and Francis U. met up with us afterwards. Power Station for a while then chilled in Starbucks. I am very glad to say that FINALLY, I have completed my 21 stickers and I am about to get my Starbucks limited edition planner 2006 already!! Yey!! =D Marga's driver picked us up at around 4:30 then we went straight to MC for the family day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought family day would be boring as hell but it actually was not. I had fun, honestly. 9th Avenue performed, an upcoming RnB and and I can say that they are good singers. :) My class (turned out we were only less than half who attended the family day) performed once again our songfest choice piece and it was.. K. Haha. No comment on that. :But before performing, JIll, Marga, Celine, Sheela, and I went to Pizza Hut Katip first to eat dinner. Actually, I did not eat since I was really having a migraine and I felt that I would just puke when I eat. Took in a thousand milligrams of paracetamol. Oh yeah! Haha! Celine and I rode the back of the trike and can I just say that we were like crazy as hell? I guess the people in the cars pasing by Katipunan road thought we were psychos! Love you, Celine! ;) Surprisingly, the De Guzman family came in complete attendance! Haha! So cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Tiendesitas after to eat dinner, roamed around a little then went straight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had an awesome day. Why? Simple because I was with my dearest friends. Enough said. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113729410786759306?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113729410786759306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113729410786759306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113729410786759306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113729410786759306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-met-up-with-my-english-groupmates-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113714483905277394</id><published>2006-01-13T17:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T17:33:59.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me what you see, senior pride, senior pride!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P-I-N-K, P-I-N-K, Go PINK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;PINK &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;batch for winning the M Sea games, Intramurals  2006! Ang galing, galing! Though we did not win sa basketball (Uh, yeah. Nothing new! But atleast we tried our best! ;)  and sa volleyball (Ah basta, PINK batch parin!) I am so glad we made it to the top! Ang galing! Woohoo!! Astig. Cheering champs din!! Haha! Ang saya if you took part in some major events din kasi ang saya ng feeling when you get to hear the announcer exclaiming the group you belong in won. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to:&lt;br /&gt;Cyril Belarmino - Best Attacker (Volleyball)&lt;br /&gt;Roanne Figueroa - All-around player (Volleyball)&lt;br /&gt;Alice Dela Pena - MVP and Player with the most number of goals (Indoor Soccer)&lt;br /&gt;Karen Guillermo - Best server (Volleyball)&lt;br /&gt;Pau Sebastian - Best striker (Indoor Soccer)&lt;br /&gt;And the rest of the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt; Pink&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; batch!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good job to the &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YELLOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Batch, too, for bagging the second place for the overall champs!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113714483905277394?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113714483905277394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113714483905277394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113714483905277394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113714483905277394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/tell-me-what-you-see-senior-pride.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113705808011210432</id><published>2006-01-12T17:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T17:28:00.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Seniorita, we bow to you! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's the last day of intrams and the championship day as well. Go PINK batch!! I cheer for the Yellow and Blue batch, too. Haha! :) Championship game tomorrow for the Pink batch soccer team and volleyball team versus the Green batch. GO PINK!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been too lazy to update that's why the last entry of my blog is dated January 3rd 2006. Now, I'll try to be a little less than lazy to blab here. Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am happy that I'm over my rejection in the Ateneo. I know the school is not for me and God has a better plan. :) That's what I keep on reminding myself everytime I remember that sad thing. There's still UP left. Duh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the effing hot Pink razor. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am becoming lazy once more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113705808011210432?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113705808011210432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113705808011210432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113705808011210432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113705808011210432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/seniorita-we-bow-to-you-tomorrows-last.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113628661505138197</id><published>2006-01-03T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T19:10:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Back to school = Back to reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons why I don't want to go to school yet:&lt;br /&gt;1. third quarter exam results are out&lt;br /&gt;2. endless schoolwork (which will unfortunately keep us out of track of time and that would mean March might be just a day away when we come to our senses)&lt;br /&gt;3. continuous flunking in Physics.. or NOT.&lt;br /&gt;4. English paper (it is nonetheless &lt;strong&gt;fun&lt;/strong&gt;, but it could also spell H-A-S-S-L-E)&lt;br /&gt;5. and to top it all off, the ultimate reason why I don't want to start fourth quarter yet, I don't want to graduate yet and leave MC. :(&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Knollers are bound to leave MC, our Alma Matter, some time. And for the Pink batch-ers, that time is in  2 months time. Good luck! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I accompanied my mom together with my brother to the mall this afternoon then had my haircut after/before heading straight home. Just sharing. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to mention in my yesterday's entry:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COUSIN CAMS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113628661505138197?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113628661505138197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113628661505138197&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113628661505138197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113628661505138197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/back-to-school-back-to-reality-reasons.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113620223973990704</id><published>2006-01-02T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T18:58:27.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Should we call it QUITS? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;That was for you. Yeah, nobody but you-shiny, hard, stonehard PLASTIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, let me erase that statement. I've already told myself that I'd be niceR and kindER to people this 2006. But of course, that would just be absolutely suitable for people who are worthy of my kindness and nice-ness. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with my friends the whole day. They went swimming while I just chitchatted with those who did not swim. It was nice to see them after a long, long time. Then, went straight to Renz's house and watched the Longest Yard. Comic. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** I forgot to mention that I went shopping with my cousin/sister/bestfriend last Wednesday in Galle (short for Robinson's Galleria) and spent almost two thousand bucks for tops from PRP, Terranova, capris and my Aviator shades (finally!) We watched Ako Legal Wife since we grew kinda tired already. It was hilarious. I feel-good flick, I must say. :D I had super fun. We better do this again! But I think that would be impossible in the near future because I'd just have to save money and be thrifty first before I get back to business - shopping. Haha! :) Damn. I missed hanging out with you, sweetie! We've both been busy that's why it was impossible for us to hang out with each other for one whole day..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a bit late. Two days late, to be exact.. But still. Better late than never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY 2006 TO US ALL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million thank you's to those people who'v made my 2005 meaningful. I've left the grudge behind, as well as the sad memories. Time to start anew. I hope to spend my 2006 with such magnificent people once again (of course GOD would be on top of my list!):&lt;br /&gt;1. My family, which includes my relatives from both mother and father side.&lt;br /&gt;2. MCHS community, most especially my Blocko5 'o6 family.&lt;br /&gt;3. CDSL barkada.&lt;br /&gt;4. People from the soirees we've had.&lt;br /&gt;5. PTS classmates!! (I miss you guys!!)&lt;br /&gt;6. Family friends.&lt;br /&gt;7. Acquaintances.&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't able to mention you in the list, then maybe you've been such a pain in my ass. Haha! Just joking. (but jokes are half-meant! Haha!) JUST KIDDING. Sorry if I missed out on anyone. Still, thank you to you. But you could just return it to me if you know you are not worth my "thank you!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, be nice. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't worry, I won't bite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113620223973990704?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113620223973990704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113620223973990704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113620223973990704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113620223973990704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2006/01/should-we-call-it-quits-that-was-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113593967645051527</id><published>2005-12-30T18:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T18:47:56.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We arrived some minutes ago from San Leonardo, Nueva Ecija to attend my Tito Ramon's wake. He is the brother Sen. Bong Revilla, son of Ramon Revilla Sr. He's a very dear and close family friend and my dad is one of his bestfriends and my mom was one of the last people he was able to talk to. He &lt;u&gt;was&lt;/u&gt; the mayor of San Leonardo and he had helped a lot of people. That's why a lot of the townspeople didn't hesitate to spend some more time with him by attending his wake.  He unequivocally showered the people with his love and dedication to serve them. No wonder a lot loves and cares for him, too. I was on the brink of crying when I saw and heard patrol cars with their sirens turned on followed by the carriage (pulled by a white horse) which carries his casket. It was really sad seeing him that way. He died during Christmas Day. He has gone through a lot of operations and his last one, the kidney transplant, was unfortunately rejected by his system. Man, does he look different right now. Thin and all.. Geez. I feel sad. I never knew that I'd be seeing him again today in this way. But of course, I am happy that he is in an amazing place man could ever go to, spending eternity with God, our Creator. Man, has he undergone through a lot of hardships and I couldn't be less than happy for he finally decided to rest and sleep in perpetuity. We may never feel him physically but deep in our hearts, we all know that he's just there, being our angel. We will miss you. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tito Ramon N. Revilla, Jr.. Could you give God a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; bearhug for me? :'(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113593967645051527?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113593967645051527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113593967645051527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113593967645051527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113593967645051527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/we-arrived-some-minutes-ago-from-san.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113539678401415035</id><published>2005-12-24T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T11:59:44.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The whole family is supposed to go to Pampanga, in Tita Vonnet's house, for a Christmas get-together with the relatives in my dad's side. But then, my mom decided that we (my mom and sibs) to stay here in Manila instead since it would be too much a hassle if we go there then come back once again this evening. We actually planned on spending Christmas eve here at home. So my dad ended up going there alone. It's cool, still. He's with his brothers and nieces and nephews and mom. Haha. I kinda woke up at around 7 this morning and heard my Tita Lillian talking. Guess they've arrived already to pick my dad up. I was all groggy and sleepy so I decided not to go down anymore. Besides, I was in my pj's and a big red shirt with 6 flowers and a fading Tagaytay City printed on it. Haha. I was not in the mood to change my outfit. I didn't want to spoil the atmosphere in the room. So quiet. So tranquil. So.. CHILLY. Boy is it effing cold. Haha! I decided to go down when I know they've left already. Found out 3 families came over. I didn't see Kurt my uber cute little cousin. My mom said he looks like a mestizo with the white complexion plus long curly hair and a chubby physique (in a cute way) Aww, aww, aww.. :( I wanted to see him pa naman. I haven't seen my cousins in my dad's side for quite some time now. Oh well. There's always a next time. They left their gifts for us na rin plus money, care of Tita Lillian and Tito Rey. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to bed to sleep then woke up at around 10 by my sister who was calling my brother's and my name. Turned out my mom went to the grocery. She was having a severe dysmenorrhea which really made her puke. She was as white as snow! Good thing she's okay now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh. Christmas is in a few hours time now. I can't feel it yet.. .. .. ..&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;Now I can. Better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113539678401415035?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113539678401415035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113539678401415035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113539678401415035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113539678401415035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/whole-family-is-supposed-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113531563379405305</id><published>2005-12-23T13:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T13:27:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to Eastwood last night with my sister, Andrea, and my brother, Samuel. It was actually my first time to hangout with the two of them present, considering that I am with Andrea most of the time. My brother is always with his friends. When I say always, I mean it. Every single day, he spends time with them. Oh well. I guess he just spends time with them when he still could. It's not long before we move in to a different home. :) Though my brother is not a shopper, and like an ordinary guy who doesn't really like to go shopping or walking around the mall that much (unless for girl-hunting purposes), and my sister is not that much of a shopaholic (unlike me, who could walk around the mall countless times), I had fun bonding with my sibs. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some say that my sister Andrea is my clone, only younger, prettier (sige, pagbigyan. Haha!), way, way thinner, and has a physique that of a model (I swear, when you see her, you'd love to dress her up with whatever's on the fashion/what's-in rack.) She's my schoolmate, and that makes me see her around campus at times. I would always see her laughing around with her friends. I'm pretty sure her clique loves her being bubbly and outgoing. Well, she really is! She's very comic and she would always make the family, even the relatives laugh. I love it. :p She's the baby of the family and I just couldn't imagine what will happen if ever the time she'll have suitors will come. Maybe Sam and I will just be laughing at her. Haha. We LOVE to teae her. *wink* Ooh. I remember a boy giving her this artificial rose on Valentine's Day when he was still in the 3rd grade, I think. Haha. Cuteness. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113531563379405305?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113531563379405305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113531563379405305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113531563379405305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113531563379405305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-went-to-eastwood-last-night-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113521788326386799</id><published>2005-12-22T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:18:03.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha. I laughed my heart out at the results of the last blog quiz I took, which is my porn star name. It's fun, actually. :) Almost all are true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up just a few minutes ago and guess what I did. Haha. So Mary. I was staring at my younger sister who was still sleeping this morning and when she opened her eyes, she unequivocally said, "Ginulat mo ako." Haha. Wala lang. It just made me laugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113521788326386799?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113521788326386799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113521788326386799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113521788326386799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113521788326386799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/haha.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113521676302263124</id><published>2005-12-22T09:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T10:14:57.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Blogging Type is Unique and Avant Garde&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/unique.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You're a bit ... unusual. And so is your blog.You're impulsive, and you'll often post the first thing that pops in your head.Completely uncensored, you blog tends to shock... even though that's not your intent.You tend to change your blog often, experimenting with new designs and content.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyourbloggingpersonalityquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Blogging Personality?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #999999" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kelly Clarkson Shares Your Taste in Music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whichmusiciansharesyourtasteinmusicquiz/kelly-clarkson.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://click.linksynergy.com/fs-bin/click?id=CkIfgYlVpZA&amp;offerid=78941.462765434&amp;amp;type=10&amp;subid"&gt;See her whole playlist here (iTunes required)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Which&lt;/a&gt; Musician (or Group) Shares Your Taste in Music?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #eee9e9" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;All American Kid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whowereyouinhighschoolquiz/all-american.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Popular but not plastic. Athletic but not a jock. Smart but not a brain.&lt;br /&gt;You were well rounded and well liked in high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;Who&lt;/a&gt; Were You In High School?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #f88b8b" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You Are 40% Boyish and 60% Girlish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td  style="color:#a7ceff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are pretty evenly split down the middle - a total eunuch.Okay, kidding about the eunuch part. But you do get along with both sexes.You reject traditional gender roles. However, you don't actively fight them.You're just you. You don't try to be what people expect you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Boyish or Girlish Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #b9d3ee" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;How You Life Your Life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#c6e2ff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoyouliveyourlifequiz/faces.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You have a good sense of self control and hate to show weakness.You tend to avoid confrontation and stay away from sticky situations.You prefer a variety of friends and tend to change friends quickly.Some of your past dreams have disappointed you, but you don't let it get you down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;How&lt;/a&gt; Do You Live Your Life?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="COLOR: #dddddd" align="middle"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Ideal Relationship is Marriage&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/marriage.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You've dated enough to know what you want.And that's marriage - with the right person.You're serious about settling down some time soon.Even if you haven't met the person you want to get hitched to!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyouridealrelationshipquiz/"&gt;What's" Your Ideal Relationship?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#EEE5DE;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;What Your Sleeping Position Says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg style="color:#FFF5EE;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are secretly sensitive, but you often put up a front.Shy and private, you yearn for security.You take relationships slowly. You need lots of reassurances before you can trust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a href="&gt;What'&gt;http://www.blogthings.com/whatdoesyoursleepingpositionsayaboutyouquiz/"&gt;What&lt;/a&gt; Does Your Sleeping Position Say About You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#FFF2BF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your French Name is:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFAE6"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/france.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Solange Brabant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/frenchnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your French Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#CDDEFF;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Porn Star Name Is...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EBF2FF"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/girl.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Karen Kung-fu Grip&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/pornstarnamegenerator/"&gt;What's" Your Porn Star Name?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113521676302263124?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113521676302263124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113521676302263124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113521676302263124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113521676302263124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/your-blogging-type-is-unique-and-avant.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113505889888819688</id><published>2005-12-20T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T14:08:18.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am listening to:&lt;/strong&gt; Akin Ka Na Lang By Itchyworms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently waiting for: &lt;/strong&gt;My friends Patty, Renz, and Raquel to come over our house.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thinking of:&lt;/strong&gt; Sleeping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Readers, I have a Xanga site once again. I won't be completely "abandoning" my Blogger. This is still my blog but I am going to post entries in my Xanga from time to time, too. You are free to visit it just as long as you know how to show respect and to behave properly, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/marydeguzman"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;www.xanga.com/marydeguzman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much love. Thanks, Thanks. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mary D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113505889888819688?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113505889888819688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113505889888819688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113505889888819688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113505889888819688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-am-listening-to-akin-ka-na-lang-by_20.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113500467999406923</id><published>2005-12-19T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T23:04:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Last Song Syndrome: &lt;/strong&gt;Unbreakable by Alicia Keys&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently reading: &lt;/strong&gt;Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Currently munching on: &lt;/strong&gt;Dried Mangos c/o my dad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, readers out there!! :) Haha. This just contains "nothing-ness". I am currently using up the Unlimited internet load I got through texting MYISP and sending it to 483 to purchase my net load via Smart cellphone. Quite smart, huh? Most especially when you can't go out of the house anymore to purchase your net card when you run out of one. Just a few clicks away. (Well, unless you don't have credits anymore.. :p) This Infocom net load used to be available from 7 AM to 7 PM only, you're limited to 5 hours, and it will expire on the third day from your first log in. Now, it is 24 hours Unlimited but good for only one day. Now, I am a promogirl. As you see, I couldn't live without the internet, most especially this time that it's Christmas break. When I've got nothing to do, why not use the net, right? Waste of time, according to my dad. But yadayadayada.. Instead of watching t.v. the whole day.. Atleast, when I use the internet, I could blog. It is a good way of expressing my thoughts in a creative way. :) Now I am really blogging nonsense.. :p Sheesh! It's so much fun using my dad's laptop. I hope he gives it to me. :) I was inspired by the movie Legally Blonde. Ewan. Made me love studying so much. Haha! That's funny and weird. ;p I am still begging him to buy me my own laptop, considering that I'll be in college soon and all. Haha! Well, he was the one who keeps on telling me and my mom that I should have a laptop of my own when I get to college na. He could rather give me this laptop. Haha!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay.. From internet load to laptop and to a vast cloud of more and more ideas. Yeah, right. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to have my Starbucks limited Christmas planner. Still, my promo card contains 10 more ticket spaces. Haha!! Around a thousand bucks more to spend. Oh my. I don't have money na. &lt;em&gt;Mag-barista kaya ako?&lt;/em&gt; Haha. Seems like so much fun. Eventhough it is just for part-time, it will do. Just for the experience, you know? :p I've got a friend who now lives in Canada and she's working in KFC (still) I think. She's a working student and daym. She's having fun naman, I think. Awww.. I missed her tuloy bigla. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na. My sister's begging me to give her the chance to use this naman kasi we're both drowsy na. I'll see you next time, readers. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mary D.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113500467999406923?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113500467999406923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113500467999406923&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113500467999406923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113500467999406923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-last-song-syndrome-unbreakable-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113498557053248597</id><published>2005-12-19T17:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-19T17:46:10.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did nothing but use the computer today. This is a severe result of boredom. Haha! My head is throbbing and my butt is aching as well. Talk about sitting in front of the PC for nearly three hours straight then watching t.v. then sleeping for a while, then take a bath after then resume to using the computer once again? Huwaat? Haha. Boredom, oh, boredom. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could be somehow productive, ya know? I hardly do anything besides using the computer, watching t.v., and reading. Well, atleast, reading is something productive, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no. Here I go again. Blogging and yet I can't think of anything worthy of blogging about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til next time, weirdos. Haha! :p&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113498557053248597?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113498557053248597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113498557053248597&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113498557053248597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113498557053248597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-did-nothing-but-use-computer-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113474014313077619</id><published>2005-12-16T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T21:35:43.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've finished reading the book which I borrowed from Mia. It's a good book, I could say. Its title is Of Love and Other Demons by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I recommend it to you, just like what Mia did to me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew. I've been thinking about blogging since yesterday but I just end up deleting whatever I had typed. I actually couldn't think of anything to blog about but I want to post something here. How lame is that? Haha. Ooh. By the way, I am currently addicted to Dance Revo. This is due to the Dance Revo which was put up during our school fair and made my addiction more "intense" (haha!) when we spent time in Timezone, Gateway playing the Dance Rev last Wednesday night. What a nice way to release stress! And speaking about stress, I guess I got too stressed out Wednesday night that I had to prevent myself from puking until I couldn't help it anymore when I arrived home. I realy felt bad that night. But everything's all good now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently into &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gwen Stefani's&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; new song, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Luxurious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard, saving up the paper&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to lay back&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury&lt;br /&gt;I only want to fly first-class desires, you're my limousine&lt;br /&gt;So elegant, the way we ride, our passion, it just multiplies&lt;br /&gt;There's platinum lightning in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Look I'm livin' like a queen&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love is getting expensive&lt;br /&gt;We know how to live, baby&lt;br /&gt;We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton&lt;br /&gt;We're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere&lt;br /&gt;Got it in fifth gear, baby&lt;br /&gt;Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard, saving up the paper&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to lay back&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar, honey, sexy baby&lt;br /&gt;When we touch it turns to gold&lt;br /&gt;Sensitive and delicate, kinda like a tuberose&lt;br /&gt;You know you are my treasure chest&lt;br /&gt;It's pure perfection when we kiss and&lt;br /&gt;You're my Mr., I'm your Miss&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be until we're old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of love is getting expensive&lt;br /&gt;We know how to live, baby&lt;br /&gt;We're luxurious, like Egyptian cotton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard, saving up the paper&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to lay back&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cha-ching, cha-ching, we're loaded and we're gonna blow it&lt;br /&gt;Cha-ching, cha-ching, we're hooked up with the love cause we grow it&lt;br /&gt;Cha-ching, cha-ching, we got hydroponic love and we're smokin'&lt;br /&gt;Cha-ching, cha-ching, we burn it, you and I, we are so lit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere&lt;br /&gt;Got it in fifth gear, baby&lt;br /&gt;Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back&lt;br /&gt;Trying so hard, saving up the paper&lt;br /&gt;Now we get to lay back&lt;br /&gt;Working so hard, every night and day&lt;br /&gt;And now we get the pay back, the pay back, the pay back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113474014313077619?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113474014313077619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113474014313077619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113474014313077619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113474014313077619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/ive-finished-reading-book-which-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113447315411590215</id><published>2005-12-13T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T19:25:54.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I can't believe I'm still THAT sleepy eventhough I slept this afternoon for two hours. Yeah, I know, eventually, I'll get sleepy and all no matter how long I sleep in the afternoon. But this early? 7:10 PM to be exact? Nah. Never happened to me before (atleast, that's what I know.) My sister and I "slightly" forced our dad to drop by Starbucks to buy coffee for us. My buddy Toffee Nut Latte Grande and I are kind of having a bonding session right now. Exams tomorrow would be Mathematics and CL and studying for these two subject requires concentration, focus, and most of all, a CONSCIOUS mind. If it weren't for this beverage, then I think I already fell asleep last Sunday night while studying for Physics. When I am halfway in reviewing for Physics, I'd usually rush things and cram a few minutes before the actual exam. Well, that was when I was not yet drinking coffee while studying for exams. I have to learn that considering that I'd be in college a few months from now and I need to get used to that. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a Christmas mode now. In contrary to that statement, I haven't bought gifts for all my friends yet, not even my "baby" for tomorrow's Christmas party. Ack. I have purchased around two or three gifts for some friends but I'd like to give gifts to them all in one time. I'd give them their gifts next year perhaps. Besides, I'm still broke and I don't know how to survive three weeks of Christmas break without money. Christmas money, you say? Well that would be for something that I really love to buy- MY OWN DIGICAM. Or a new cellphone probably. Come what may. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latte is taking effect on me now. Hmm. In a little while, I'd be all hyperactive!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, sige. I have to get back to work. 6 articles plus 20 or more excerpts from CFC with my stack of things are awaiting for me to read and study them. Sir Olazo? I hope you made easy exams. I'm scared. :( Haha. This may sound crazy to some but I enjoy studying for CL. I don't know why. But when I study for Math, I always feel sleepy. Haha. Now that's ridiculous!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113447315411590215?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113447315411590215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113447315411590215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113447315411590215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113447315411590215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-cant-believe-im-still-that-sleepy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113439394495310356</id><published>2005-12-12T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T21:25:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Watching chick flicks such as How To Deal and The Perfect Man surely made me want to fall in love again. But, have I really fallen in love before? Sure now I know that I haven't been REALLY in love. That could possibly be the biggest understatement, as for me, right now. I'm pretty sure what I felt before was just mere infatuation. I was blinded by the fact that someone I like liked me, too. Everything happened so fast. I was blinded by the gleaming streak of glee that swallowed me. Little did I know that this was what would cause me a twinge of pain. Good thing, I realized my mistakes. But what hurt me more is that after the end of the relationship came his hatred. He blurted them all out. It seems like he blamed me for what happened, why the relationship did not grow. But believe me, I did every possible thing I could to save it. I felt like I worked things out without feeling that he did his part. Maybe he just did not know me and I did not really know him. We needed time to know each other more. If he would insist that I should not have let my mother know about it (by the way, she does not want me to have a boyfriend yet, hence the pang of guilt I felt while hiding the relationship), he won't win the argument. It's tough to fight with the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This entry does not intend to throw bitterness at anyone. I just felt like letting out the truth which was revealed. After the hiatus, all the confusion, bitterness, annoyance, and whatnot, I think I needed to say my peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, to the whole world: I still haven't felt TRUE love which gives you the spark, the different smile, the tingling sensation with a feeling of certainty that you are very happy in the arms of that someone you love. I am love-less (as of the moment), free, happy, at ease, but still continuing the quest to search for that genuine and ecstatic feeling. A feeling beyond words-LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113439394495310356?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113439394495310356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113439394495310356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113439394495310356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113439394495310356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/watching-chick-flicks-such-as-how-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113437054006245265</id><published>2005-12-12T14:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T14:55:40.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Sundan mo ang paghimig ko..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Physics and Filipino exams are now over. Physics exam was.. You add the word there. I don't know how to describe it. I just hope and pray for a PASSING and high score in this exam. If that happens, then I'd be more than happy since it would be my first ever Physics exam that I passed in. Basta, I know I've studied hard for it. My mom even drove me to Starbucks to buy coffee to keep me awake for the night as I study for Physics. Yeah, coffee worked the second around for me. Haha! That's why, I tried to sleep at around 12 midnight but my eyes were still wide open until 1 AM or so. What did I do for an hour and a half? Reviewed again for Physics while lying down on my bed. Haha! Well, third quarter for Physics and Filipino is now officially over. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113437054006245265?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113437054006245265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113437054006245265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113437054006245265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113437054006245265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/sundan-mo-ang-paghimig-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113412730187313737</id><published>2005-12-09T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T19:21:41.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All of us have been pretty busy these past few days Boy am I so exhausted. I hardly sleep and sometimes I really hate it when I really prepare for something then later on, I'd just find out that I have been disappointed. YEAH. It happened to me agan - fail my last Physics long test for the quarter (for the year, too.) I can't seem to understand why I am having a hard time with this subject. Well actually, I am trying to.. I can't find the right word.. Hmm.. love? or something milder than that.. I am trying to "love" Physics because all I continue to condition myself that it is a tough subject when in fact, I can actually prove myself that I can pass this subject. There's just one thing which keeps me from self-assurance.. My teacher. End of topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good thing our English teacher moved our first draft's deadline to December 13th, a Tuesday. We (Dartz, Den, and I) aimed to pass it today but we still lack a number of pages. Minimum page requirement is 15 so we better talk more! :) It's just hard because we've been able to say what we want to say in our paper and if you blab about certain stuff in it, then we'd actually be contradicting what our teacher said, which is to keep our paper straightforward. Haha. Ohwell. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lacking hours of sleep these past few days. Puyat all day everyday, whataboutit. I went to Starbucks yesterday and I drank almost two cups of frap, (Peppermint and Caramel) both coffee based and I lied down on the sofa and fell asleep for two hours. WOah! Talk about pagod. Coffee surely has no effect on me, not even little. Haha! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I wanna watch Just Like Heaven and In Her Shoes. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113412730187313737?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113412730187313737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113412730187313737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113412730187313737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113412730187313737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/all-of-us-have-been-pretty-busy-these.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113374236279371191</id><published>2005-12-05T08:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T08:26:02.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sick, so my mom wouldn't let me leave the house for whatever reason. I need to rest since I've been not getting enough sleep for the past few days and it would be harder if I get really, really sick during the examination week, she said. I feel bad because I can't attend any meetings and our soccer game today.  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house with my sister after lunch. I wasn't feeling good because of my cough and so I had to stay home for a while and rest. (I think it got worse) The day was fine, fine. I was about to go to our booth in the sportscom but then again, Amy and Lau caught me. It was a matter of life and death! Haha kidding only. I paid 30 bucks so that I won't stay under the hot blazing sun in the middle of the field. They were in-charge of the jail booth kasi. DBC was playing sa Banderitas when I arrived there. My shift was at around 3:00 PM but there was just a small number of people who came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before going to the variety show, Den, Marga, Gar, Dartz, Chem, Chia, and I went to Kenny Rogers to eat dinner. It was my first time to ride at the back of the trike driver! Haha! Experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The variety show was rather boring and I did not enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Saturday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety Com members assembled at around 1 PM then we sold tickets to the people in the fair. We had a hard time selling them because some would just ignore us. Some would turn their backs on us without even saying anything. I mean, it's okay if they say they won't buy or they aready have their tickets. But not naman turn their backs on us as if wala silang naririnig or anything. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came 4 and we prepared for the variety show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang masasabi ko. Ang saya! Den, you managed it well and it turned out to be successful!! Thanks to the people who came. I think (I'm not sure) tickets were sold out? Haha. Ang saya ng task namin ni Kax. Super nagenjoy ako with the other variety com members. The best 'to! I got a picture with Champ. He's really nice and bubbly! No wonder girls went gaga over him. We had to push away people when he made his way to their car. I had my feet stepped on by die-hard fans. Haha! The rest of the members of Hale were nice, too. Cool! 8)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now officially like Join the Club. Got to meet Pao, the drummer. Man, ang astig! Super galing niya magdrums! Basta, they're great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callalily, Protein Shake, Kiko Machine, Itchyworms, and Imago performed with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sunday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched SEAgames. We were supposed to watch Ms. Lesaca and her wall climbing skills but turned out that she ws scheduled sa afternoon pa. We watched the championship game of Philippines and Thailand for baseball in Rizal Stadium. Philippines won. It was my first time to watch an actual baseball game. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Monday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still sick..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113374236279371191?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113374236279371191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113374236279371191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113374236279371191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113374236279371191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-sick-so-my-mom-wouldnt-let-me-leave.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113343460804948730</id><published>2005-12-01T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:56:48.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The glee of yesterday's event is still there. It's so nice of Railla's sister to send a chocolate cake for the class. Aww. Add to that Riki's treat of 2 boxes of Cello's Donuts. Yumyum! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's our school fair's first day. Hassle, but fun. Oh my! Spent a lot. Super. I am supposed to be thrifty but then again, I can't help it. We are not allowed to go to the cafetorium so we have no choice but to buy expensive food. Ack. Anyways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe our booth (Inflatables.. GAGAMBOUNCE) earned a lot during the first few hours after the fair has been declared open. &lt;em&gt;Grabe!&lt;/em&gt; I did not expect that. Haha! &lt;em&gt;Sige lang, tuluy-tuloy lang ang saya. &lt;/em&gt;No running. No crawling. JUST BOUNCE. Yeahboy! Haha. Super fun! IV-5 girlfriends could play there for free that's why, during times when it is not being occupied by our schoolmates, we go back to being little kids and play. :) I got really tired when I went in there with a bunch of IV-5 people. Gelay, Jessa, Maebel, and Joahnna made me really tired, as in. Jessa kept pushing me. Maebel did, too. And so, I made quite a number of attempts to let her fall down but I always fail. While battling with her, there was always Jessa or Riki or Gelay who would push me. Nevertheless, I had a big amount of fun!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance Revo during the latter part. ;p &lt;em&gt;Saya&lt;/em&gt; super. It was my first time to use it kaya I failed my first stage. Haha! Hoy, Maebel! I am not suicidal, ah? Haha! We used it for quite some time rin. They earned a lot from us. =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, came 4 and DBC performed. As usual, super amazing to the max na naman! IV-5 people were right in front of the stage cheering on them! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first day of the fair was rather fun. I thought it was going to be boring. Well, at some point, it became what I expected it to be, boring, but I just had fun. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you guys, come and visit our fair. It's super fun, I swear. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113343460804948730?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113343460804948730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113343460804948730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113343460804948730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113343460804948730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/12/glee-of-yesterdays-event-is-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113334718363477263</id><published>2005-11-30T18:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T18:39:43.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Woah. The past 6 hours and a half have been &lt;strong&gt;euphoric&lt;/strong&gt; to me. My class won in this year's Song Festival and it is an amazing feeling to spend it with the people I love, the people who matter to me.. In other words, &lt;strong&gt;my second family. :)&lt;/strong&gt; I love my girlfriendsssss!!! Haha! I am so proud of IV - 5. All the hardwork and sacrifice of each one of us surely paid off, BIGTIME. I just can't properly put into words what I am feeling right now because I'm still getting a hang of the moment our group number was announced to be the winner. Be that as it may, all finalists did a great job! :) I love my Block05 '06 family to bits. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113334718363477263?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113334718363477263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113334718363477263&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113334718363477263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113334718363477263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/woah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113317665744201118</id><published>2005-11-28T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T19:17:37.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I want to sleep this early but then, I changed my mind. Sleeping this early would just wake me up in the middle of the night later then I'll have a hard time falling asleep once again. I'll just try and spend some time in front of the computer and t.v. as long as I can then I'll sleep na. Haha. Ohwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Meggy's house this morning for our practice. The attendance wasn't complete but still, it's okay. Atleast, more than half came. We had our practice until noontime then left with Den and company afterwards. We drove to Shoppersville along with Dartz, Sheela, Chia, Rabang, Chem, Jessa, Gelay, and Jill to buy stuff then dropped off Chem, Rabang, Gelay, and Jessa at Write Place since Rabang wanted to have her haircut. Went straight to Den's house after. Dartz and I came there for our English paper while the others went there for the fair's fashion show rehearsals. It was fun watching them strut their thing! Haha! Came 5 and Dartz and I left na since my mom was already there. We then dropped off Dartz along Katipunan after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeap, a tiring day it is. But it's kind of okay since we don't have much to do this week since it's our Girls at the Center Week/Fair. A bit excited yet I don't want to expect too much. By the way, if you happen to get bored, or if you're free on Thursday, Friday and Saturday (December 1st, 2nd and 3rd) visit MCHS for our annual fair. We'll be having MYMP, Out of the Box, Iya Villania, and Farenheit on Friday night. Tickets cost 150 bucks each. On Saturday night, Itchyworms, Sugarfree, Hale, Imago, and Join the Club will be performing, plus a fashion show! Tickets are at 150 bucks each, too. So, if I were you, I'll come and join the fun! For more info, tag me on my tagboard, okay? :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113317665744201118?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113317665744201118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113317665744201118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113317665744201118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113317665744201118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-want-to-sleep-this-early-but-then-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113296843048923734</id><published>2005-11-26T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T09:27:10.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry for the repulsive blog entry yesterday. I realized that I needed not to let the whole world know about that. But I just really needed to let out what I was feeling AT THAT TIME. However, I am okay now and trying to fix myself. Geez, I don't know what's happening with me. Ack. Ohwell. You need not to worry. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was fun, yet tiring. We had Pre-calculus long test second period. I just realized how to solve for the itemswhen Ms. Rama (substitute for Sir Diwa) warned us that only fifteen minutes were left. Ha! But of course, a "surprise" quiz in Physics took place and unsurprisingly, I did not pass again. I am giving up in Physics, damn it. Well, actually, I am giving up because of the teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came 1:40 and all songfest finalists assembled in the newly renovated Marian auditorium for the dryrun. Lumiit yung Marian and whoever knows if the MCHS community PLUS the parents will fit it. Nakakakaba pa kasi all finalists are great.. We had to go up the stage after the first senior division finalist though we're the fifth to perform since DBC has a gig in Don Bosco Makati for Bandage so they have to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dropped by Jill's house in LGV with Marga, Roanne, and Sheela, then we headed to Jollibee for dinner! Yum! :) Left before 6 then got really caught up in traffic. Rush hour, man. It seemed like forever. We got in Pasong Tamo aready and Don Bosco should be less than 5 minutes away pero mukhang past 8 na kami nakadating dun. Para kaming nagtravel from QC to Tagaytay. Good thing DBC would be the last band to play. Lahat na ng mga nakikita naming tao, ginagawan namin ng dialogue, like the Piattos commercial. Super funny. We were all bored but we were able to come up with a really creative pasttime. Haha! Good job, girls! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As usual, DBC was great and they were all beautiful. Gelay won Best Guitarist. The best pa rin kayong lahat! Loves it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113296843048923734?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113296843048923734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113296843048923734&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113296843048923734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113296843048923734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/sorry-for-repulsive-blog-entry.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113265715822446837</id><published>2005-11-22T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T18:59:18.243+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since I only have a light load of school stuff for tomorrow, I'll post an entry about the things that happened for the past few days of my life. Haha. It's Friday schedule tomorrow, Electives once again, so I have to continue doing our seatwork turned homework (only for IV-5 people since we came from the retreat and there was a new lesson taught while we were away, having a piece of tranquility and peace.) Ack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, this blog entry is comprised of random stuff, mostly of stuff that I always forget to mention when I blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. There are now air conditioning units in seniors' classrooms. &lt;em&gt;Palakpakan.&lt;/em&gt; Finally! After months of suffering from the heat, we have classrooms like freezers already. As a result, we get colds and cough since the temperatures are extremes for us. Ang lamig lamig sa loob ng room, then when we go out naman, it's hot. So, ano nalang yun? Now, virus has been passed on from one student to the other. Plus! Asthma attack naman! Chalk dusts are everywhere. Now, a new voice needs to be heard: WHITEBOARDS NAMAN! Haha. Nonetheless, ang saya. You can perfectly distinguish the seniors because of the jackets. Most of us wear jackets or sweaters. Pwera nalang kung galing ka ng high school building at naka-jacket ka kahit ang init ng panahon, ewan ko nalang. Haha! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I, together with Jill, Meggy, Nia, Riki, Eli, and Chia watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last Friday after classes. We had our tickets reserved the day before (Thursday) Hoarding ang mga sinehan! They're taking advantage of the blockbuster movie. They ask for more than what the regular ticket price is. Haha! Great, great! I'd love to see the movie again. It's really fantastic! Haha. Obviously, I am a Harry Potter fanatic. I've read four books and I am currently reading the fifth book. Haha! Cedric is just too hot. Same with the Durmstrang gang. Victor Krum is hot, as well. Fleur is pretty. Oops. Stop na. I might spoil the excitement of those who haven't seen the flick yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Saturday was Social Action day. Taught grade 2 pupils and visited their households. Babies are everywhere. I had fun but I got really tired. I just got slightly pissed off with my two students because they were not cooperating. I was already having a hard time teaching because I was sick then and my head was thumping already but they just wanted to play and play and not listen anymore. Pero really, I had fun afterwards! My mom and brother picked me up after then we went to Eastwood, then to Ateneo for the bazaar. Came 7 and we picked up my sister at her friend's house in LGV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Sunday was schoolwork day. Busy talaga. Notecards were due the following day and a quiz in Economics and a long test in Physics, too! Hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya I'll just relax for now and comewhatmay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this entry is as lame as the other entries. My bad. Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113265715822446837?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113265715822446837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113265715822446837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113265715822446837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113265715822446837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/since-i-only-have-light-load-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113257426700362050</id><published>2005-11-21T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T19:57:47.023+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Busy, busy, busy! Super. Deadlines here, deadlines there, deadlines everywhere. Quizzes here, surprise quizzes there, failing Physics, as usual. Hay naku. My life seems to abruptly turn upside down when Physics comes into the picture. Paksyet. Ohwell towel. :( Told my mom that I am on the verge of giving up already, but she told me rather accept it as a challenge. Okay. I'll give it one more try. If I get a crappy D for the subject, then so be it. But of course I won't let that happen, noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANNOUNCEMENT: MCHS FAIR on December 1st to 3rd!! :) Tag me on my tagboard for more info. :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til then, people. (my apologies for lame entries. Just too busy.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113257426700362050?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113257426700362050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113257426700362050&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113257426700362050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113257426700362050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/busy-busy-busy-super.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113205234925297933</id><published>2005-11-15T18:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T18:59:09.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my card. I am qualified for second honors, except that I got a C minus in Physics. Beat that! Haha! Physics, oh, Physics. The one thing that makes us so mad. Ohwell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113205234925297933?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113205234925297933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113205234925297933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113205234925297933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113205234925297933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-got-my-card.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113186904411729489</id><published>2005-11-13T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T16:04:04.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got home last Friday night from Batulao, Batangas for our retreat. Basta, it's really great there. Great food and venue! Imagine, we ate 5 times each day for three days!! Whatabout gaining weight? I love it there. :) They have a breathtaking scenery and boy did I enjoy just staring at the mountains and all. Really peaceful and relaxing. But still, got really tired because of crying for three straight days. Whataboutit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked my mom to pick me up at Jill's house at around 9:00, I think. But before that, after eating dinner, we decided to walk around LGV. Boy, did the dark streets scare the hell out of us! Haha. We went to Meggy's house and the three of us walked around the village. Got tired but it was fun. We all needed that since we've been eating a lot for the past three days. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta do homeworks pa. Sorry for the lame post. Gonna make one worthreading soon. Mwah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113186904411729489?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113186904411729489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113186904411729489&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113186904411729489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113186904411729489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/just-got-home-last-friday-night-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113135926054349492</id><published>2005-11-07T18:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:27:40.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was excited to come to school this morning because I know that the airconditioning units are already installed in our classrooms. My mom dropped my sister and I off inside the campus and I caught a glimpse of two rectangular-shaped appliances stuck on the uppermost left and right window sills. Finally! Aah.. Aircon!! I even brought along a jacket with me since it was actually chilly this morning and I'd surely need it when the airconditioning units would be turned on. Ooh! Excited I was. But then again, seems like we have to postpone our joys and thrills because.. &lt;em&gt;WALANG SAKSAKAN YUNG AIRCON!!!!&lt;/em&gt; Why not? Damn. Install aircons then they don't have anywhere to plug those aircons in to be able to make them work, which simply means that we can't use them yet. Oh, talk about irritation!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather was weird, too. The sun shone brightly afterwards which made it look like it didn't rain a few hours ago. It was uncomfortably hot and the heat was just so intolerable! Sheesh. I had to deal with migraine during dismissal time which made me not attend our afterclass meeting for the songfest. Haay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit okay now. I just wish this continues forever. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113135926054349492?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113135926054349492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113135926054349492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113135926054349492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113135926054349492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-was-excited-to-come-to-school-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113128057496471895</id><published>2005-11-06T19:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-06T20:36:14.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aack. I can't believe "sembreak" is over. It seems like it has just started and now it's about to end in four hours. Aww.. :( That's just so wrong. I'm just starting to have fun and have myself trapped in euphoria but good things are sometimes not meant to last forever. So, here I am, about to return and wake up to reality. That's the way life is. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a lot of things had happened in the past three days.. dotdotdot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Friday&lt;/u&gt;: Dropped off my sister at my tita's crib since they are going to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EK &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;with two of my cousins. While waiting for her, my mom, brother and I lurked around Taguig and Makati area to kill time. We then decided to drop by my lola's house and visit her. Ate lunch there and then left at around 2:00 in the afternoon to go to &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Market! Market!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Lurked around the fashion something-area and found really adorable stuff that I've been hunting down since God knows when. I felt bad though because I did not have any money with me so I can't buy 'em. :( Ate in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Amici di Don Bosco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Super good food! Love their pizza and pasta. Better try them. Found near &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Don Bosco Institute of Makati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. :) Stayed for a while in Makati then met up with my cousins, tita and sister at The Fort. Before going home, chillaxed in &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ice Monst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;er, chitchat and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent my weekend in Makati. Boy, do I love to stay there. Went to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Glorietta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and ate dinner there, roamed around a bit then went back to the place where we're staying in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd. Can't believe I'm going back to school tomorrow! Sheesh. Hate it. Ohwell. I'd end my sembreak with an early bedtime. But hey! This I promise.. I'd rather have my Monday a happy and exciting day! I'd disregard repulsive crap. Haha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113128057496471895?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113128057496471895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113128057496471895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113128057496471895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113128057496471895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/aack.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113102344640419906</id><published>2005-11-03T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T21:10:46.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate it. Was supposed to go out tonight but.. WHAT THE FUCK. Never mind. Things are effing stupid for me. Damn it. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. I've been wanting to go out of this house since this morning AND I was expecting to go out right at this freaking moment but.. never mind again. Damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why is it that whenever I see you, I get pissed off? The mere sight of your freaking name pisses my ass off. I DIDN'T want to hate you before but now, I HATE YOU SO MUCH THAT I WISH YOU'D GET LOST. Freak! You are so getting into my nerves. Everything's perfectly okay before you ruined all it. God, I wish you know how hurt I am.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113102344640419906?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113102344640419906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113102344640419906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113102344640419906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113102344640419906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-hate-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113097912722007261</id><published>2005-11-03T08:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:52:07.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been thinking a lot about going to Marga's house today or stay at home instead, until I woke at around 7:45 earlier and finally decided to come nalang. I took a bath, got ready, sent her a text message and asked her if she's already up. She's still sleeping, I'm pretty sure, since I did not get any reply. The others who met up in McDo Katipunan will head to Marga's place at 9. I was supposed to ride with my mom on her way to the office but since I'm not yet sure if she's up na, I decided not to come nalang. Guess I'm not meant to be there. Haha. Ohwell. Gonna bond with the computer, THE project, and Harry Potter's fifth book, The Order of the Phoenix. Haha! :) I'll see them on Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Attention&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To all those concerned, if it's not too much to ask, will you please write me a PALANCA? Please? Thanks much! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Retreat's on November 9th to 11th)&lt;/span&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/11158097-113097912722007261?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113097912722007261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113097912722007261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113097912722007261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113097912722007261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/ive-been-thinking-lot-about-going-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113091084928183102</id><published>2005-11-02T13:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T14:09:13.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NEVER LET THE FEAR OF STRIKING OUT KEEP YOU FROM PLAYING THE GAME.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A Cinderella Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I soo love Chad Murray. I've seen this movie so many times now and I don't get tired of staring at Chad's gorgeous face. Acck. Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait for my fairytale to come to reality..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113091084928183102?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113091084928183102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113091084928183102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113091084928183102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113091084928183102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/never-let-fear-of-striking-out-keep.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113089476052513003</id><published>2005-11-02T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T09:34:12.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Happy.. I'm feeling so happy.. Can't you see I'm happy now?!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Ohwell. As one line in Kelly Clarkson's new song Because of You says, &lt;em&gt;I'm forced to fake a smile, a laugh&lt;/em&gt;.. Pretending to be okay and all that despite the pain and hurt inside, the breaking of my heart in tiny little pieces that I am not sure if they're ever going to be brought back together to make my heart whole once again.. But I thought to myself just a few minutes ago, why not be happy and not mind the unpleasant things that bother me? Wouldn't that be.. terrific?! After all, nobody or nothing could ever break my heart anymore since it is already BROKEN. What's the use of crying over something yet crying won't do me any good? Crying won't help me. So, Mary, just be happy. :) Enough of that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traditions will be traditions and one of the many traditions of my clan would definitely be spending the whole day of November 1 in the cemetery with our loved ones who are in God's Kingdom already. It was a fun thing to bond with the family once again after quite some time. Although we weren't complete, it rained and the sun shone after which made the weather freaking hot, and my pretty necklace broke *sigh*, we managed to make the day wonderful and great! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed talking with my bestfriend-slash-vj-slash-scriptwriter-slash-shopping buddy-slash-criticizing partner-slash-sister-slash-kahati of kilig moments-slash-my dearest cousin!! Aww. I can't believe how time flies super fast. One moment, we're into Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls, NSync, Jessica Simpson and whatnot, then jumped into liking Polly Pockets and stuff, NOW.. Now she's in college and I am about to enter college. Oh my. The craziest of the crazy things we've shared 10 years ago are still fresh in my memory. Can't wait to share insanity with you once again and see how you get *ehem* guys DROOL over you and girls get *ehem* insecure. Haha :) Love you, cuz! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much could be done in the cemetery so I just chitchatted with my cousin, Carmela. Listened to her iPod and munched on whatever could be eaten there. Even the soil and grass. Haha! Kidding, of course. ;p She's freaking tired because she attended a party Monday night and God knows what she did there. Haha! Joke lang. =p She still has classes today. Goodluck and God bless to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came 8 in the evening and we began to pack up. We parked our car in my tita's condo beside the cemetery (Yeah, beside the CEMETERY. Imagine how you could see *ehem* ghosts during midnight when you peek outside the window. :p Kidding. But it's really nice there. The place's great. So tranquil, so peaceful. =) ) Stayed for a while in their majestic *wink* condo unit and waited for Tito Erick to arrive since he had the food that we were to bring home. He got caught up in traffic kasi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came 9 and we went home already. But of course, our day wouldn't be complete without McDonalds. Haha. Mom drove to McDo Vis Ave and purchased food there then went straight home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113089476052513003?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113089476052513003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113089476052513003&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113089476052513003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113089476052513003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113072753605729126</id><published>2005-10-31T10:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T10:58:56.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Everybody, yeah! Rock your body, yeah! Everybody, yeah! Rock your body right. Backstreet's back alright! Alright!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. So 10 years ago! Haha! I remember those times I'd scream at the top of my lungs and get &lt;em&gt;kilig &lt;/em&gt;whenever I see them on MTV or wherever. Good old days, oh good old days. How I wish those days would return so that I wouldn't feel this something that I am feeling right now. Yeah, right. As if that's gonna happen. I've asked God to turn back time a million times but of course, He can't do that. Whatever things had happened can't be brought back to the present once again. October 31st, 2005 will never happen again. There may be another October 31st but in another year. How I wish I have made the most out of my days so that I would not regret things like the way I am regretting them right now. I've committed a lot of mistakes and I've even lost my pride for accepting those fucking mistakes and being sorry and being rejected and being able to do my part and being defeated without even fighting for myself. Why the hell can't you understand that? Never mind. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been missing a lot of people lately. I miss those people I spend my everyday life for 9 years with. I miss laughing with them. I miss hugging them. I miss talking to my guy best friends about love, or basically about anything under the sun. I miss eating lunch with them. I miss making noise with them inside the classroom. I miss sharing my kilig moments with them. I miss passing notes with them. I miss playing volleyball and whatever with them. I miss hanging out with them after class hours. I miss taking pictures with them.. Haaay. I miss them.. &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BIG TIME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113072753605729126?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113072753605729126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113072753605729126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113072753605729126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113072753605729126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/everybody-yeah-rock-your-body-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113066939695239480</id><published>2005-10-30T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:49:57.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so not feeling alright these past few days. Certain things have been running 'round and 'round my mind and it isn't funny. A lot of questions are stuck in my mind, too, and I couldn't figure out where to find the answers.. or if they're ever going to be answered. Arg. This sucks big time and I do not know to whom I can run to. I don't think there's somebody out there who could understand. Oh, how I wish I'd just disappear in just a snap of a finger and go somewhere for a while where nobody knows me, where I can HAVE FUN. Sheesh. I've been missing having fun these past few days because this feeling that I am having right now is unbelievably yet unequivocally TERRIBLE. God knows if I could ever surpass all these shit. I mean, come on! I don't even know who I am anymore. I don't know for how long will I stay inside this freaking claustrophobic situation that I am dealing with right now. I can't even talk to anyone about it. It would definitely be a hard thing for them to understand me. I am afraid to talk to my mom. I can't talk to my &lt;em&gt;friends&lt;/em&gt; because I am completely unsure whether they are going to understand or not. God, I think I have no friends anymore. :( This is so upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to someone but I simply can't. I do not know how to explain and I am afraid if he/she would ever understand. I've been rejected MANY TIMES by people I never thought would ever do such thing. People have disappointed me and I don't know who to trust anymore. I do not trust anyone right now. You be nice to people and this is what they give you in return. This is so depressing. I don't know what to do anymore. I don't know what to feel anymore. I'm slowly slipping away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't pretend things are okay between the two of us when they're not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113066939695239480?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113066939695239480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113066939695239480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113066939695239480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113066939695239480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-so-not-feeling-alright-these-past.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113055299034037288</id><published>2005-10-29T09:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T10:36:49.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Farm visit yesterday. &lt;em&gt;Naggapas kami ng Palay&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;em&gt;Ang saya! &lt;/em&gt;I think the tool we used was the scythe and it was really scary to hold it since it's really "life-threatening"! Haha! Interacted with the kids and took lotsa pictures. Stopped over at Petron on our way home. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;McDo&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Starbucks&lt;/span&gt; were jampacked with &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MCHS seniors&lt;/span&gt;. Funny thing is, when &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Franz&lt;/span&gt; made our orders, the name she gave the girl was &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Paris&lt;/span&gt;. Why not?! Haha! I had fun, though I was dealing with sore throat and I hardly spoke to people because of it. Badtrip yun! But atleast, I had fun kahit na I had to remain silent most of the time. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to Eastwood after with&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt; Cyril&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Marga&lt;/span&gt;. Decided not to watch a movie since Zorro was shown in three cinemas and Doom was shown in the other one. Played Dance Maniax repeatedly. Nakakaaliw, man! Haha! Went home early since I'll be riding lang with my mom on her way home from office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween party later in Acropolis. Still haven't figured out if I'm coming since my mom and I have to go somewhere today. But I might as well force her to drive me there since &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Sir Diwa&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Sir Gelo&lt;/span&gt; will be there. Hmmm.. Smells like FUN. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;I don't know what I am feeling. I know I just go unnoticed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-113055299034037288?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113055299034037288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113055299034037288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113055299034037288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113055299034037288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/farm-visit-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-113005680500262042</id><published>2005-10-23T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:40:05.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Reality check&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; :      &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm missing him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAHA.&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/11158097-113005680500262042?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/113005680500262042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=113005680500262042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113005680500262042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/113005680500262042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/reality-check-im-missing-him.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112996202591854289</id><published>2005-10-22T14:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T14:20:25.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;I got this from Saab Magalona's multiply site. I thought it would be a great idea to share it with you. Please take some time to read it. Thank you :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Jim Paredes wrote:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Something that happened in Katipunan, Q.C.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear friends,   Many of you may not have heard of the incident that happened to a friend of my son last week at about 6:30 pm right in front of the thickly-populated area of BPI-Katipunan, near Shoppersville. She parked her car right in front of BPI to make a withdrawal and to do some grocery. As she was getting into her car after doing her chores, a man suddenly appeared beside her and tried to bully her into moving to the passenger seat. When she pressed her car horn to call attention, he pushed her in the car and pinned her down with his elbow on her neck. It was a good thing that she had the presence of mind to continue to struggle and press on her car horn to catch attention (even if she had to use her foot to do this). Her assailant even tried to make people believe that it was a domestic matter by telling the crowd not to get involved as it was a "private matter". But with the onlookers multiplying by the second, her assailant finally gave up and ran. That was when she stood up and shouted for help. Thank God the guy got caught and is now under police custody.   &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last Saturday, during the inquest, she told me that what gave her the guts to fight her assailant was the article "THROUGH A RAPIST'S EYES" forwarded to our e-group about a week prior to her attack. I am re-forwarding the article (you can find it at the bottom of this e-mail) for everyone's benefit. Please tell your friends, family, and loved ones about this. It works. May I just add that to a certain extent, we have to get ourselves involved if we see violence being committed on anyone like calling on a security guard or a police officer even if it appears to be a domestic matter. It seems that a lot of attackers use that tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a situation. Everyone, please be very, very careful.   THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG...   FYI - Through a rapist's eyes! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle. They are most likely to go after a woman w ith a ponytail, bun, braid or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women whose clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3] They also look for women on their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4] The number one place women are abducted from/attacked at is a grocery store parking lot.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5] Number two are office parking lots/garages.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6] Number three are public restrooms.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don't have to worry about getting caught.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn't worth it because it will be time-consuming.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas, or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you're not worth it.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like 'what time is it', or make general small talk like 'can't believe it is so cold out here, we're in for a bad winter'. Now that you've seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell 'Stop!' or 'Stay back!' Most of the rapists this man talked to said they'd leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling 'I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY!' and holding it out will be a deterrent.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4] If someone grabs you, you can't beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy's parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you'll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he's out of there.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; 7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don't dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel a little silly at the time, but you'd feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.   FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some time, when you will go "Hmm... I must remember that." After reading, forward it to someone you care about. Never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans: If a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you... chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or purse than you and he will go for the wallet and/or purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won't see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping, eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc.) DON'T DO THIS!The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side, put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU LOCK YOUR DOORS...LEAVE! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt; a. Be aware. Look around you. Look into your car, at the passenger side floor, and in the back seat.      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.      &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;c. Look at the car parked on the driver's side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times. And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!   &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked "for help" into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd like you to forward this to all the women you know. It may save a life. A candle is not dimmed by lighting another candle. I was going to send this to the ladies only, but guys, if you love your mothers, wives, sisters, daughters, etc., you may want to pass it onto them, as well.   Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it's better safe than sorry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112996202591854289?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112996202591854289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112996202591854289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112996202591854289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112996202591854289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-got-this-from-saab-magalonas.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112985260597719361</id><published>2005-10-21T07:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:56:45.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Frankly, I don't have any idea why we don't have classes today. No more questions, just be happy. Haha! Nothing will stop me from having my no-class day. Since today is a no-class day, my classmates were planning to go to Divisoria to shop. Sadly, they had to cancel it last night because of the rally in Manila today. That's so disappointing. :( So, they just decided to go swimming in Acropolis, then watch DVDs in Nia's house. I won't go with them because my mom did not allow me to leave the house and go somewhere without her. She does not trust strangers and the people around us. I can't blame her for that. What she said is indeed true. I have to trust her because she knows what's best for me. So, to IV-5, have fun, you guys!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112985260597719361?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112985260597719361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112985260597719361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112985260597719361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112985260597719361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/frankly-i-dont-have-any-idea-why-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112985087756420203</id><published>2005-10-21T07:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T07:27:57.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So I won't give up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;No I won't breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sooner than it seems life turns around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I will be strong&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Even when it all goes wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and when I'm standing in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll still believe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Someone's watching over me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&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/11158097-112985087756420203?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112985087756420203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112985087756420203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112985087756420203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112985087756420203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-i-wont-give-up-no-i-wont-breakdown.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112954244203353581</id><published>2005-10-17T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T17:47:22.043+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;Ensnared in this nostalgic life..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I couldn't breathe anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I couldn't even stand on my own feet.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Does God think I can handle such life? Does He think I could deal with such melancholy that only I can understand?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;My difficulty lies on the fact that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;nobody can understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. Nobody tries to understand.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Being someone who keeps things to herself, not yet ready to come out in the open and show everybody herself is such a hard thing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Like a clandestine that awaits its freedom from the massive chains holding it to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;When will I be vindicated? When will I be free?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's you I'm waiting for to set me free. Set me free from this misery, such a nightmare I want to get over with.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've been deceived, so it seems.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112954244203353581?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112954244203353581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112954244203353581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112954244203353581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112954244203353581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/ensnared-in-this-nostalgic-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112946472271511547</id><published>2005-10-16T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T20:12:02.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the most awaited and DREADED day. That is a fact. I want to get good and satisfying grades, who doesn't anyway? Hay. Let's just pray for it, dear schoolmates. =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112946472271511547?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112946472271511547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112946472271511547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112946472271511547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112946472271511547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/tomorrow-is-most-awaited-and-dreaded.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112933613420594444</id><published>2005-10-15T08:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:28:54.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey. Wait up! I've been attempting to post this poem before pa. I just always forget. So, here it is now. I just like to share it with you since Eli shared it with me. Haha. Really nice. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I Can Write&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write, for example, 'The night is starryand the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.&lt;br /&gt;How could one not have loved her great still eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines.&lt;br /&gt;To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.&lt;br /&gt;And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love could not keep her.&lt;br /&gt;The night is starry and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.&lt;br /&gt;My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The same night whitening the same trees.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We, of that time, are no longer the same.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is so short, forgetting is so long.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms--&lt;br /&gt;My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and these the last verses that I write for her.&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/11158097-112933613420594444?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112933613420594444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112933613420594444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112933613420594444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112933613420594444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112933554366995898</id><published>2005-10-15T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T08:19:03.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just stayed at home the whole day yesterday but went somewhere at 6. Marga picked me up at around 6 then we picked up Sheela sa house niya and Jill in Katip, too. We were to go to Greenmeadows Cabana for our soiree with Xavier. I stayed for a while only because my mom just came from work and yun. Joahnna and Railla rode with us on our way home then we dropped them off in Eastwood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This soiree is really something.. EXOTIC? Haha. Different, I mean. We (IV-5) were almost in complete attendance plus, CHEENEE, MEGGY, RIKI, and ELI were there and it is very BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIG a deal. =) Ang saya eventhough some guys had just arrived and I had to go home early. It's okay, though. It's fine with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived there, we saw Abbie, Cyril, and Kat in someone's car and they headed to Eastwood to eat dinner, I think. Tapos, Marga, Sheela, Jill and I did not know where the EXACT venue was so we spent some time walking here and there. Saw Sim and company coming and both groups were clueless about the place of the soiree. We even joked that the guys playing basketball were the guys from Xavier. Haha. Tapos, we were about to pass by the pool to check out the other side of the "clubhouse" to look for the others but HALT!!!!! Teka lang, a? Mukhang may nagpPDA ata dun. Tsk. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah basta. Last night was fun. Looking forward to attending another soiree with the WHOLE class. Make the most out of the.. OH MY.. 4 months.. That's real soon..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112933554366995898?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112933554366995898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112933554366995898&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112933554366995898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112933554366995898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-just-stayed-at-home-whole-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112910687218451816</id><published>2005-10-12T16:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T16:47:52.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was trying to delete some old messages from my phone because I've consumed a lot of memory space already and the system's slowing down, but guess what? I failed. (Haha!) Instead, I found some old quotes which I wasn't able to sort out in the different folders I've created for several types of quotes.. (Quotes about friendship, love, and yada yada yada!) Then I came across this quote which really makes &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;GOOD&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; sense.. Hmmhmm.. Just thought of sharing it with you. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If you really love a person, &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHOW IT&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. It will be sweeter then &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAYING IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. But if you do not love that person anymore, just &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;SAY IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. It will be better than &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHOWING IT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;.. :(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee! 2 more exams to go and then the torture is over! Hoorah! Damn. I need to study hard for Physics. I began studying for Filipino a while ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohwell. I have to go now. I'll post next time (after all these crap that I have to deal with ;p) about whatever things. 'Til then!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112910687218451816?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112910687218451816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112910687218451816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112910687218451816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112910687218451816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-trying-to-delete-some-old.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112859331922319856</id><published>2005-10-06T17:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T18:08:39.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haven't updated for quite some time now. Have been struggling and dealing with stress for the past days. It's really the exact opposite of "amazing" and "captivating", mind you. Di bale, only a few more days to be patient of and we're off to third quarter na! Not totally something to be happy about since the time for the Pink batch '06 to leave MCHS is coming in a little time. Anyhoo, the happy thought is, I am done with my English speech (which really gave me the gazillion butterflies in my stomach) It's no joke to deliver your soliloquy and impromptu speech in front of the class. I mean, yeah, we've been doing the speech thing years back but I don't why I still get the feeling that it's like our first time to deliver a speech. Ohwell. Physics Long test 3 is over but I don't want to see the results yet. I received an MQR and I really need a miracle to be able to survive. Help me, God, please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112859331922319856?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112859331922319856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112859331922319856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112859331922319856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112859331922319856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/10/havent-updated-for-quite-some-time-now.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112790494677064424</id><published>2005-09-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T18:55:46.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BIG&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Thanks to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SHEELA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm thankful that I have you more than you'll ever know. I love you, dear. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112790494677064424?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112790494677064424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112790494677064424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112790494677064424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112790494677064424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/big-thanks-to-sheela.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112747763882340924</id><published>2005-09-23T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-23T20:13:58.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;SOME THAT GLITTER ARE BLACK&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our class has been holding lunchbreak and dismissal practices for the upcoming songfest since last week. It's actually of great help considering that we've accomplished a lot of things over this short period of time. Everybody is required to attend practices because attendance reports are submitted to our Music teacher (that's what I know) regularly. Though some might hate the idea of spending time until 5:30 during Mondays to Thursdays and 3:00 during Fridays, it is still worth the sacrifice. Being deprived of a little time from our social lives and having to break our usual routine of spending some time after class in the Katipunan area is nothing compared to the hardwork and ample time that our conductress, &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Den (Denith haha) Santos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; who patiently teaches us the right note to sing and the right pitch to hit, sheds off for the practices instead of resting or doing other important tasks that she is obliged or required to do considering that she is our batch representative who does no easy work. I am proud of you, Den. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;IV-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; loves you. The best! ( Shouted and proclaimed to the way &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Maebel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; screams this popular line!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, we'd love to win. We desire to win that's why we are working our asses off for this upcoming event. It would absolutely be nice to come up the stage and receive the award destined for whoever will win. And so, preparations are being made. But of course, it is not just about winning. If we'd lose (but I hope we won't! =p), I'm sure we'll get over it easily. As long as we know that we are doing the right thing, that we are enjoying every bit of the moment we spend with each other during practices, the endless pictorial sessions we have using Kax's phone for instance, the numerous "sneaking out" sessions, being extra careful not to be caught by whoever, and the  neverending "sssssshhhhhhhhh!!!"s of my classmates everytime a group of people would create a noise.. Man. Those are surely the things that I am going to miss when I bid high school goodbye. They are moments to treasure, aren't they? They may be things that could irritate us for some reasons, but don't they make life more interesting? (I hope you get my point. It's just so pointless to live a perfect life. It would be too boring.) Having been with these bunch of great kids everyday for two school years would make a goodbye so sorrowful. I'm surely going to miss BLOCK5 '06. The individuals who make every frown turn upside down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting maudlin here because I just realized earlier that graduation day is fast approaching. It wouldn't be easy to leave high school and enter a really peculiar life (at the beginning) for us, college life that is. Expect me to post more entries of the same sort in the near future when graduation day is already very fast approaching. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;PASSION&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Cyril&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, my dearest and ardent friend/seatmate, did not attend classes today because her team, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sayawatha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, would be competing tomorrow against college dance troupes in an interschool dance competition which will be held in UP&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(GO SAYAWATHA!!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; so it is urgent that they have a day full of preparations and practice. After our Electives, which is the last period, I went down to deliver her her handouts and tell her the homeworks that we have. I found her lying down on the stage of the 2nd floor cafetorium, all exhausted and weary from her whole-day practice. Her teammates were as drained as her, too. Then their trainer called for a last runthrough of their dance piece and voila! A great masterpiece! Cy really dances gracefully and enthusiastically. If I would be asked of a person who epitomizes great PASSION for what she is doing, I'd unequivocally utter &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;MARY CYRIL ANNE DELA PENA BELARMINO's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; name. A lady who truly makes a difference because of her hardwork, simplicity, wit and most of all, PASSION. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112747763882340924?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112747763882340924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112747763882340924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112747763882340924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112747763882340924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/some-that-glitter-are-black-our-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112696812377436036</id><published>2005-09-17T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T22:42:03.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ACET IS OVER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, I was suffering from severe dysmennorhea. As in. I felt like puking and all. I was even having a hard time walking or moving because doing so would just make me all wobbly. I thought I couldn't take the ACET anymore because it was really painful. Good thing I slept for a while and when I woke up, the pain somehow lessened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the house at 12 noon but originally, my mom and I were supposed to leave the house at 11:30. Super traffic. That's why, we decided to park outside Ateneo instead, somewhere in National Bookstore right across the university and then walk through the overpass nalang. That's a better way to save time considering there were so many cars na and it was impossible for us to get in there in time. Saw Sheela and we entered the grade school area together =) Fell in line with some MC people and saw tons of people we know.Came 1 and they started to let us all in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, ACET is over. I'd rather talk about its level of difficulty or something. I do not want to speak too soon. &lt;em&gt;Baka maudlot ang kapalaran ko.&lt;/em&gt; ;p Basta, I do not believe those who say that the ACET is five times harder than the UPCAT. Ewan. People's perceptions vary that's why you could not easily decipher a test's level of difficulty through listening or believing other's way of viewing it. I just hate myself because sure I did not do well in the essay part in English. I love to write but heck I was at a lost for words when I was about to jot down thoughts on my answer sheet. The last part which was the numerical ability was really hard. The main problem for the test would be the time constraint. I really hope I pass Ateneo. My dream school, together with UP, unmistakably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test ended at around 6:30 in the evening. Chitchat with some friends for a while and then we left for Yellow Cab afterwards. Sheela and I walked from Ateneo to Yellow Cab. Not that far, but considering that we were all groggy and "&lt;em&gt;sabaw"&lt;/em&gt; due to the ACET, we felt tired talaga. Nonetheless, I had fun. =) Marga was the first one to arrive there and then Garnet arrived after Sheela and I. Ate pizza and iba pa. Yumyum! Nakakagutom ACET! ;p Even saw Paulo Hong there. He did not notice us at first. Bulag! Haha. But the second time he came over, Sheela and Gar weren't around anymore. Funny kasi he did not take the ACET anymore. Alam niyo kung bakit? Kasi morning session sha but he woke up at around 10 na. Nice one, Pau! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. I'm super exhausted now, physically and mentally.. EMOTIONALLY na rin. Haha! Breakfast with the Rosales clan tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, was watching Imbestigador kanina. There was this teacher who makes her students eat sili, the red one, the super spicy one as punishment. Excuse me? Tama ba naman yun? Mean teacher. Kahit naman mali yung student, she shouldn't do that parin. Sobrang sama niya. She should be put behind bars. Kabadtrip yun, a? Super sama niya. Tsktsk. Ang dami nang masamang tao ngayon. Pray nalang tayo for our safety. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112696812377436036?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112696812377436036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112696812377436036&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112696812377436036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112696812377436036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/acet-is-over-when-i-woke-up-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112686415945140575</id><published>2005-09-16T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T17:49:19.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We took our CSAT this afternoon and the abstract reasoning with figures part was really a pain in the ass. The numbers and letters part of it was somehow fun and still tolerable. I wasn't able to finish the Science and Math part due to time limit. I was enjoying every bit of it but I would just get startled after the proctor says that only ten minutes are left and I needed to answer more than 20 items. The speaker of the sophies was very much distracting, too. Considering that the LMC building, our building, is situated right across the sports complex, damn, having a program or some sort while taking tests like CSAT is way inappropriate. Ohwell. If ACET would just be that tolerable, then I would not lose hope. Come what may.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112686415945140575?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112686415945140575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112686415945140575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112686415945140575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112686415945140575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/we-took-our-csat-this-afternoon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112677944083537496</id><published>2005-09-15T18:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T18:17:20.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATENEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; pa rin, no matter what happens. It's just not their game but I'm pretty sure they could do better in their upcoming games. I know. I just know. (Nye?!) =) Ooh. Which reminds me.. ACET is on Saturday already. I don't know how to feel. I don't know what I need to do. Some of my friends are already studying and preparing for it before pa pero ako, I haven't reviewed that much yet except scan notes to remind myself of the important formulas and stuff. Some say that you need not to study that much anymore because it's all about stock knowledge. Gawd. I hope my brain functions well enough for the information to register on my mind on the day of my ACET. I'd love to get in the &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ateneo&lt;/span&gt; as much as I'd like to get in &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;UP&lt;/span&gt;. I'd do anything. ANYTHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our songfest practice again (as usual and I am expecting more to come) and I am totally excited na! Last year na kaya itodo na! ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we did in Filipino class is so much fun! Our topic's about pagsasalin sa salitang Filipino. Ang fun! We tagalized certain songs and Dreaming of You by Selena is just so.. NICE. But if you'd get the chance to hear its Tagalog version, then it would be much more sweeter. Ang ganda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CSAT tomorrow. Okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112677944083537496?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112677944083537496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112677944083537496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112677944083537496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112677944083537496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/ateneo-pa-rin-no-matter-what-happens.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112669813264478069</id><published>2005-09-14T19:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T19:42:12.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't want to be rude to those people who are not totally happy about their Physics Long Test 1 result, but I can't help but be happy because I passed it. For the two long tests and quarterly exam we had last quarter, I didn't get the chance to even get through the passing mark. I failed those three crucial tests and so I got a C. My first time to pass Physics. Aaaaahh.. The joy!! It's not that I am simply contented with getting a passing score or something. Of course I'd be glad to get super high grades.. Pero I have to be persevering and hardworking if I want that to happen. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn. ACET in a few days and I haven't reviewed, scanned my notes, and whatnot yet. The pressure is on. Stupid thing is, we cannot be absent on Friday. We have CSAT and we are required to take them. Not just that.. Our dismissal time will be 4 PM pa. Putek. Wala ba kayong awa? Daym. Goodluck and Godbless to us seniors! What we're going through is no joke. Sleepless nights and everyday quizzes.. Ack. My popular line: SO MUCH TO DO, SO LITTLE TIME. Hay nako. Kaya nga ngayon, instead of studying, I'm blogging, eh. Need to free my mind of school stuff. They make me go nuts. I need a little time without thinking of whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had soccer training this afternoon. I was fascinated to play soccer again when the bell signaled the end of our Electives. But when the drills started, I began to lose my excitement na to play soccer. I thought it would be raining while we're playing but then again, the sun burned our skins and made me perspire A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Gotta go now. Drop me a line on my tagboard if you wanna say something. Just be nice, okay? I don't bite. But if you'd be rude, then expect necessary shit from me. Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112669813264478069?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112669813264478069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112669813264478069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112669813264478069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112669813264478069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-dont-want-to-be-rude-to-those-people.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112660454041094849</id><published>2005-09-13T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-13T17:42:20.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHAT A CRUEL WORLD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like having it as the title for this entry because I (together with the whole IV - 5)went through serious shit today. Haha. We've had quizzes for all our subjects today except for Math because we had a long test there and for P.E because we just danced cha-cha and had our pairing. Sim's my partner!! The best. Oops. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jill!! Theme song!! Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Hahaha! ;p Anyway, going back.. If you were in my situation, would you not feel harrassed? This is very inhumane. Haha! Seriously though, this is one hella tiring day. Sobrang sabaw na ata kaming lahat. Riki and I just laughed it all out during Filipino class. Hay. Tinatamad na ako. Shet. Ayaw pa gumana ng tagboard ko. Hay. Ohwell. 'Til then.. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112660454041094849?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112660454041094849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112660454041094849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112660454041094849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112660454041094849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-cruel-world-i-just-felt-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112652641118578343</id><published>2005-09-12T19:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:00:11.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Since Sir Olazo was absent during CL time, we had Sir Valenton as the substitute teacher. We were supposed to have a quiz but since he was not around, it did not push through. Instead, we made a reflection paper. The topic was somehow confusing but I found it rather intriguing. Here goes the topic: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Moral Recovery in the Philippines: Is it a possible or an impossible task?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; You be the judge now. Tag me on my tagboard and tell me what you think. ;p ( I'd probably post my thoughts on the topic tomorrow. =) )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112652641118578343?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112652641118578343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112652641118578343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112652641118578343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112652641118578343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/since-sir-olazo-was-absent-during-cl.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11158097.post-112644066245548172</id><published>2005-09-11T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T20:11:02.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ATENEO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; WON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;MANNY PACQUIAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; WON!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm loving it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11158097-112644066245548172?l=andmarysays.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/feeds/112644066245548172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11158097&amp;postID=112644066245548172&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112644066245548172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11158097/posts/default/112644066245548172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andmarysays.blogspot.com/2005/09/ateneo-won-manny-pacquiao-won-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Mary</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12441402534131545720</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y129/marydeguzman/CAQBA9YT.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
