<?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-8518532231858272999</id><updated>2012-01-01T03:34:29.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paths We Take</title><subtitle type='html'>a collection of thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-1008843108206691668</id><published>2011-12-31T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T03:34:29.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The deal about romantic love from my perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_AutXzQrU/Tv-IcGBmP2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tUWOVzDYfMw/s1600/departure-paulette-sedgwick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_AutXzQrU/Tv-IcGBmP2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tUWOVzDYfMw/s320/departure-paulette-sedgwick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692418470254624610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be concentrating on the romantic aspect of love since Love too broad a topic to discuss and so far it is this that has hit me. Looking deep into each other's eyes, savoring the long kiss that fumes emotions, the relentless beating of the heart knowing that time is chasing you but still wishing/hoping that you still have enough left to gaze once more at the person right infront of you. Love is a funny thing it can be really exciting giving you the ride of your life as well as calming, the moment you see the smile and knowing that it is mere happiness of being together that is the cause of it. I have just realized how much I have been blind not to see this effect on me. After not having to believe in the existence of love for quite some time, it just comes to me and I somehow succumb to it without resistance whatsoever. I've always liked the idea of love. It's a value that people want to believe and we do know need to believe in something in this world to keep us from feeling unaccepted, lonely, and/or rejected. Oftentimes, when I am being told sweet phrases or something that is supposed to swoon me, I become repugnant to it and I immediately change the topic without insulting the guy. It's all sweet, what they do, but the it's the nice things that they do that make me fear them and therefore I avoid having to trust them. But here comes Hanz [not his real name], and we managed to talk things through without going fast into the boulevard of broken dreams wherein promises were made to be broken. Every little secret we had we told because talking about it to each other felt right even if it was something that we've never told another soul before. We talked about our PoV's in life and love and of course it's bound to be similar but I didn't know that until he told me later on in the getting-to-know-each-other stage. We didn't exactly agree but we said to each other that we're not that keen on being in a serious relationship yet and agreed to just have fun with whatever it was. But it was on Christmas Eve that he made his move and pulled off a romantic evening and it was the first kiss in our relationship. I admit, I may say that I like surprises although it is still dependent on how it is delivered. He made it so right without even planning it since he was nervous and didn't really prepare for it unlike how I would be if I were to prepare for a surprise celebration or something. On that evening, we were having a great time when all of a sudden it just slipped out from his lips while pulling me close to him and hugging me from behind, "I love you" for the first time and my heart started racing. Was this for real? I can't believe he said it. I'm pretty sure he remembered our conversation about that because he manages to recall a lot of our conversations during our video calls and messaging and so in order for him to be too embarrassed I looked at him, chuckled a bit, and asked what he said. I don't know why but I thought it would've helped lighten the mood and it did. It was almost 2 AM when I brought it up again because we started talking more than watching the shows we liked while cuddling, but still cuddling. And he admitted saying it and this time I got more than just the phrase with the sweet tone of his voice and probably with a slight accent but the way he looked at me, his eyes was practically staring into my soul waiting for my response, not pleading but hopeful. I wasn't unsure anymore I smiled and I managed to say "I love you too" without hesitation. No matter how many rules I make to keep myself from falling for it, love will always find a way into my life. After he told me he wanted me to meet my parents, I knew it was getting serious and it just melted my heart. It changed us from the two people who from the beginning hardly thought of becoming one of those couples who cling onto each other, we too can't get enough of being together and try as much as possible to hold on to each other before he boards his train and says goodbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-1008843108206691668?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/1008843108206691668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=1008843108206691668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1008843108206691668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1008843108206691668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2011/12/deal-about-romantic-love-from-my.html' title='The deal about romantic love from my perspective'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fp_AutXzQrU/Tv-IcGBmP2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/tUWOVzDYfMw/s72-c/departure-paulette-sedgwick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-1569327928617633488</id><published>2011-10-05T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-05T12:13:04.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah hell</title><content type='html'>If my mum doesn't do the registration tonight or tomorrow night then i can just forget about playing the match on friday because i'm not going to be allowed by the school to play. Responsibility is definitely not in her vocabulary and neither is the term 'due' nor  'deadline'. Why should she care that i've trained so hard for it when all she wants to do is merely blame me for everything. Not to mention I'm not even allowed to talk, and intercepting to explain makes it worse. So what about if she threatens to send me back to the Phils, i'm pretty sure i'm gonna end up going back anyway because she hasn't the initiative to do it herself. Since the beginning it was me finding ways and options how to finish here and when she starts yelling that i haven't given her any contact about it, it's obvious why. Yelling at me about it is already an image of how she doesn't do things. She expects everyone else to do things for her. So i have given her the contact details and even until now she hasn't done anything. All she needed to do is fill in one form because Ive done the rest and 2 weeks have passed already without her even filling a few lines in one single paper. I've had other papers to fill in already in less than an hour. And then she tells me i don't help in the house when i get home at 7 after a long day in school. Duh! My dad already made the schedule before that we do that on the weekend because we don't go out on the weekend. On the weekends, we study, do homeworks, and chores. We don't do laundry every single fucking day to waste water and soap. And to think we're supposed to be cost cutting. She thinks I was stealing money from her when I withdrew from the bank, i hardly touched the fucking moolah for anything personal. It was all used for groceries and when she got here it was used everytime she made us go out to eat when we could've just cooked food ourselves like normal people because that's the reason we even go to the grocery. Go on a saturday, buy food to cook for the week, some essentials and that's it. We did way more cost cutting in one year than when she got here 2 weeks ago. She's like a shotgun. She talks and talks and talks and you're not allowed to explain anything that she needs to understand, she's just touchy like that. I'm sure she knows when she's wrong but because she has too much pride she just ignores it all and makes the lamest excuses to make herself appear like she's the good person. Since last week I've told her to register my sister and me for the sports program online because the school changed the system. She did it friday last week but i couldn't stay to see if it was done properly because i had to go to school already. Then the school tells me that I'm still not registered. So tuesday has passed without her doing it again, and i was reminded so wednesday morning i did one of the tasks that confirm me playing the match on Friday and it was successful. But since i wasn't registered in the school team yet, i can't play. Now she's getting mad at me because i keep on telling her that she has to do it again but this time i have to monitor because the school told me to check what was the reason that it doesn't work while everyone else's registration worked fine. she's getting mad at me because i keep on telling her that she has to do it again but this time i have to monitor because the school told me to check what was the reason that it doesn't work while everyone else's registration worked fine.she's getting mad at me because i keep on telling her that she has to do it again but this time i have to monitor because the school told me to check what was the reason that it doesn't work while everyone else's registration worked fine. She wouldn't even consider the Sports Department's suggestion that she make a call so that they can do it for her instead and all she has to do is give the information. She has a problem with conformity as you can see. She thinks i'm not responsible when &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;de facto&lt;/span&gt; i'm the one doing the stuff while she complains.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-1569327928617633488?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/1569327928617633488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=1569327928617633488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1569327928617633488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1569327928617633488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2011/10/ah-hell.html' title='Ah hell'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-4883631411050391804</id><published>2011-08-26T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-26T08:16:48.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Book Review: The Lost Diary of Rizal by Scy Sze</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahEhVC1Qc2w/Tle4sY7H-uI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I3IhnmqSnY8/s1600/195708_160351780694913_5518830_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahEhVC1Qc2w/Tle4sY7H-uI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I3IhnmqSnY8/s320/195708_160351780694913_5518830_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645183730676398818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is captivating how the author uses the voices of her characters to tell the story. Not only the time difference of the characters bring color but also the variation of both voices. For the female character, Valentina, it is comprehensive in such a way that it is almost conversational. As for the male character, Rizal, it is semi-formal, which makes it accessible to the reader. Unlike other stories of time travelling and of relationships, the author was very detailed in explaining terms including the concept of time travel itself. However, there were a fair few grammatical errors but they did not mess the story. There is no way that this book will hit your snooze button.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-4883631411050391804?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4883631411050391804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=4883631411050391804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4883631411050391804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4883631411050391804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2011/08/book-review-lost-diary-of-rizal-by-scy.html' title='Book Review: The Lost Diary of Rizal by Scy Sze'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ahEhVC1Qc2w/Tle4sY7H-uI/AAAAAAAAAJs/I3IhnmqSnY8/s72-c/195708_160351780694913_5518830_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-4472996441094900324</id><published>2011-04-17T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T07:05:24.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Wave of Uncertainty</title><content type='html'>Went shopping yesterday and I pretty much got a lot of stuff for me to use when I get back to school after Easter break. After shopping in town we went to the bazaar at Plainpalais, which was great. I got myself a painting that I can hang somewhere in my room, a stuffed toy and I don't really know why I got it but it's cute and I can add it to my collection and books of literature, history and most importantly Gourmet Cookbooks. They're all old but treasures worth keeping. However, my day didn't end there. My sister wanted to go to the carnival and made me go on a ride with her, which I already had a bad feeling about. I don't usually get scared of rides but I guess I just wasn't ready for this one because I've just finished a panini. So I ended up screaming the whole time, nearly crying because it scared me so much. When it was over it felt like I was walking on the moon or something and I was sick to the stomach, ready to vomit. I drank so much water and finished the bottle just when we arrived at the bus stop. As soon as I got to my room I lay down on my bed still a bit dizzy then fell asleep. It felt good having a nap but I don't really like sleeping in the afternoon because I end up wide awake at nigh. But it doesn't really matter now because nowadays I can't even bring myself to fall asleep and end up sleeping really late, or should I say really early in the morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-4472996441094900324?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4472996441094900324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=4472996441094900324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4472996441094900324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4472996441094900324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2011/04/wave-of-uncertainty.html' title='A Wave of Uncertainty'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-6028116614510433590</id><published>2011-04-04T12:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T12:40:43.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>It was only when I was on my way to school that I realised that today was the UK University Visit at our other campus at La Châtaigneraie. So I attended English and then waited at the bus with my friends. To me, being at La Chât for the first time, I could tell that it was bigger than ours at La Grande Boissière. It was raining so we had our umbrellas up while on the way to the hall where the talk was going to be held. Since we were the last to arrive, we had the 'privilege' to sit on the very front with James on my left and Zozo on my right. We were filling out our postcards to be given back to the representatives to send their prospectus. They started their presentation and it was mostly about how to choose a uni, finances, student life, and applications. I found it really helpful and the mini fair they really opened my eyes. I have only been looking to uni's that I've been familiar with but never really had the chance to know them more. After this visit I have had a change of views. My interests now lie between the University of Birmingham and the University of Essex. Both uni's have a reputation that I know of to be well and knowing that I can get a sports scholarship makes the it easier/agreeable. I would need to meet 34-36 IB points for International Relations in both. All I have to do is continue working the way I do now or a bit more. But then again I can raise my French to Higher B and then move from Bio higher to standard since I don't really need the science as a higher level as long as I make the marks. Bon chance to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-6028116614510433590?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6028116614510433590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=6028116614510433590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6028116614510433590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6028116614510433590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2011/04/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-2100541425037850498</id><published>2010-11-14T05:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T05:41:12.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you miss me? LOL, stay warm back there love. :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;haha of course I do! Do you miss me too? forever warm =D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/DomzkiJAlva?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-2100541425037850498?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2100541425037850498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=2100541425037850498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2100541425037850498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2100541425037850498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-you-miss-me-lol-stay-warm-back-there.html' title='Do you miss me? LOL, stay warm back there love. :D'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-6421176781001834391</id><published>2010-11-13T01:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T01:09:18.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you could make one person fall in love with you who would it be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="formspringmeAnswer"&gt;Kurt Hugo Schneider&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="formspringmeFooter"&gt;    &lt;a href="http://formspring.me/DomzkiJAlva?utm_medium=social&amp;utm_source=blogger&amp;utm_campaign=shareanswer"&gt;Ask me anything&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-6421176781001834391?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6421176781001834391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=6421176781001834391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6421176781001834391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6421176781001834391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-could-make-one-person-fall-in.html' title='If you could make one person fall in love with you who would it be?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-4411657614332182573</id><published>2010-10-10T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T04:44:30.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Antigone, a Theban play, could be called the Greek Sense and Sensibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/TLGm9lGIH8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/RwAkKjqF8YI/s1600/antigone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/TLGm9lGIH8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/RwAkKjqF8YI/s320/antigone.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526381794620350402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Theban Play, Antigone, is one that differentiates right from wrong, in this case, the law of the Gods or the law of the King, whether it is right to perform the rites and bury the body of a brother or let the corpse of a traitor rot and be torn apart by wolves and birds that scavenge for food. Another comparison is when the seer, Terisias, foretells Creon of a plague that is being cast upon him by the Gods for his cruelty towards Antigone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creon in this story is not in the right state of mind to make decisions because of his growing pride. His son, Haemon, has told him to think first, but he in turn refuses to do what others think is right because it is the opposite of what he thinks. Upon receiving advice from Terisias, he feels confusion due to the fact that he thinks the choices are to give in to the lies of a blind seer who he thinks is only interested in profits or to keep a strong hold on what he thinks is right. He is cursed by his pride, which he realizes that he was in fact wrong in the end when Haemon kills himself and later on his wife, Eurydice, as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story of Antigone is somewhat heroic in the sense that she had the courage to stand up and abide the laws of the Gods even though the king has ordered her brother, Polynices, to be left unburied and to be torn apart by the savage birds and wolves. Antigone and her betrothed, Haemon, are similar in such a way that they both obey morality yet it looks as if they were rebels who acted against their king. Haemon appears to be a follower of his father only he makes good sense in his actions and therefore tries to give advice to his own father. Nevertheless, he is aware that he is young and that perhaps his judgments may be wrong but he stood up for what he thought many, including he, thought was right, this lead to his father calling him, a woman’s slave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story is somehow similar to Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen where Antigone could be associated with Marianne Dashwood, the romantic and expressive daughter and Ismene with Elinor Dashwood, the sensible one putting others first over her needs. Antigone tells her plan to Ismene and asks to join her in performing the rites of their brother but Ismene refuses and tries to talk Antigone out of it because of her fear of the King’s punishment. Even so, Antigone pursued performing the rites and buried her brother and was ready to face the consequence that lay ahead of her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-4411657614332182573?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4411657614332182573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=4411657614332182573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4411657614332182573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4411657614332182573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2010/10/antigone-theban-play-could-be-called.html' title='Antigone, a Theban play, could be called the Greek Sense and Sensibility'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/TLGm9lGIH8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/RwAkKjqF8YI/s72-c/antigone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-2326661409449188871</id><published>2010-09-27T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:30:52.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dance with your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/rqPBiREvJjY/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqPBiREvJjY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rqPBiREvJjY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got bored last sunday so instead of re-reading my history I explored my laptop and came across the software and I decided to experiment with it. Turns our it was only my BEP mp3 files that were readable so all the songs here are unintentionally BEP but I like how it just fit the compilation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-2326661409449188871?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2326661409449188871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=2326661409449188871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2326661409449188871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2326661409449188871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2010/09/dance-with-your-heart.html' title='Dance with your heart'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-6381210002053561157</id><published>2010-05-08T07:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:57:19.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IFEX and Ang Pilya</title><content type='html'>I woke up today, still feeling full from last night's dinner. I felt like vomiting but I didn't. I saw my sister get in my room to get some stuff and went back to her room to start getting ready for her warm up before her show in CCP. We both had plans today, she had her ballet recital and I attended the International Food Exhibit(IFEX) at the World Trade Center.I arrived at about 11 something a.m. and looked around. There were foods from the different regions of the country as well as savory dishes from other countries. My friend Jovic arrived later in the afternoon and we went around the exhibit and had a taste of almost all the booths that had free taste. We came across some appliances that he'd seen already so all he did was to just tell me a bit about them and went around some more. I received a call from my uncle saying there were three extra tickets for my sister's show and if I wanted I could use them. So I said yes and said that I'd bring Jovic with me. When my uncle arrived to pick us up, my cousins Sophia and Jeremy were outside the van, waiting for me. As soon as I saw them I was thrilled and rushed out the glass door and Sophia did the same and hugged me tight. It's been quite some time since I've last seen them. Once we got in the van I introduced Jovic to my uncle, his wife, my grandmother, my other cousins Enzo and Nikki while heading to CCP. We missed the first act of the show but we were able to watch my sister's part. The show was nice but I still prefer the cast of the show the night before. They somehow made the show a lot more easier to appreciate than the one today. Either or I still like the story as well as the transitions. The music was pleasing to the ears and the dances were amazing. The costumes were bright and colorful and the set-up was simple but was appropriate for the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the show my mom called and said she'll pass by CCP but we'll still be riding home with our uncle. We waited outside for my mom and my little cousins decided to play  a bit. When my mom arrived I introduced to her, Jovic. A few minutes of chit chat, he was off and went home. My mom left 15 minutes after to attend a cooking lesson with Aunt Joan. We waited for almost an hour for my uncle and his wife to arrive. It must have been really traffic and my cousins were starting to get really hungry and kept on asking me to buy them food from Jollibee. Once we saw the van, everyone rushed towards it and got in. My mom instructed us to go home to the apartment first so we could show it to our grandmother and so we did. I only listened to my itouch the whole ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids rushed to the dogs while I took out my house key and opened the kitchen door. We gave our grandmother a tour of the house then had a snack before they left. I got a chance to show her my published articles both feature and news and she said she was proud. When my uncle called for them to get ready, the kids were still playing around with the gadgets and whatnot. So he said that if my mom gave her permission, they can stay here tomorrow and hang out. So they stood up and begged for me to ask my mom. They really like it here and they really like hanging out with us. Too bad it won't last that long since were leaving. Two years apart from my Mine isn't exactly what I planned. But then again, I'm not the one who's in charge of my life. Only God can decide what instances are to happen and what would not. But I hope for the best in what's to come.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-6381210002053561157?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6381210002053561157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=6381210002053561157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6381210002053561157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6381210002053561157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2010/05/ifex-and-ang-pilya_08.html' title='IFEX and Ang Pilya'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-4453554184904973143</id><published>2010-05-08T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T07:27:05.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IFEX and Ang Pilya</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-4453554184904973143?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4453554184904973143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=4453554184904973143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4453554184904973143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4453554184904973143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2010/05/ifex-and-ang-pilya.html' title='IFEX and Ang Pilya'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-3616518934344455479</id><published>2010-03-13T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T06:49:58.944-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Zone Movie Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/S5umDfk6ZAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zBLSWHJQOr8/s1600-h/green-zone-movie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/S5umDfk6ZAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zBLSWHJQOr8/s320/green-zone-movie.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448130753180886018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is that the best part of the movie is the story itself. It showed controversy in Iraq which haven't been fully explained by the media due to an unreliable resource that had the soldiers go on missions and end up being wild goose chases, bringing the warriors of our time empty handed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of the movie that I admire is that the effects were more than just real and so were the emotions of the actors. They played their role right and stuck with the people's personality. I wasn't much of a deviation from the life story of the country but the dilemmas were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire the leading character's part in the story. His cause to fight to save lives of the people shows that he is a true soldier. The kind of hero we need. He and his men showed how a unit is supposed to act. His will to stick to the truth tells us how valuable small details could be of much help. Everything that happens matters, not just to one person but to all. He knew what was to happen if he did not trust his inkling. He was able to choose the path that others would not make because of fear. He was brave enough to stand for what was right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie also showed how an individual can still choose to do his will, may it be approved by those in position or not. You may think the person under you would be of insignificant use but keep in mind that he isn't there just for show, he's there because would either help you or replace you. Any mishaps you undergo would be known by him. If you did something wrong and keep it a secret, and to think that it is a grave mistake, you have nowhere to run. The truths that are being kept in secret will come out eventually no matter how well you planned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are values we could learn from this movie. I know that saying "Honesty is the best policy" would sound cliche. But it's what we need. The less we know of what's happening to our environment gives us less reason to think that there's something wrong with it. We don't know what's happening because we don't see it and the people who do don't tell it. They may say a few words about the topic but then it's only a fraction of what we need to know. This movie is definitely one of a kind. I don't usually like war movies because I get distracted by the blood, it makes me nauseous and that's all they usually show. But this movie was able to deliver important truths about what's really happening everywhere. No matter where we go there will be problems encountered with the government because there is no perfect government. But we still hope for one that is effective.&lt;br /&gt;With all that I have said, I rate this movie a 5 star with no regrets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-3616518934344455479?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/3616518934344455479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=3616518934344455479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/3616518934344455479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/3616518934344455479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2010/03/green-zone-movie-review.html' title='Green Zone Movie Review'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/S5umDfk6ZAI/AAAAAAAAAGc/zBLSWHJQOr8/s72-c/green-zone-movie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-219146318559730294</id><published>2009-12-15T05:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T05:59:41.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bivoic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/SyeWM6aYQGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TSobrT2IdM4/s1600-h/11047_106599699350833_100000024114827_172796_1503994_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/SyeWM6aYQGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TSobrT2IdM4/s320/11047_106599699350833_100000024114827_172796_1503994_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415462225518805090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bivoic was held on december 4, 2009 at Camp Tecson, San Miguel, Bulacan. We had our activity alongside the Las Pinas and Angeles branch. We were excited to get through with the exhilarating activites we've heard all about. Unfortunately the day didn't turn out the way we expected it to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our assembly time at school was at 5 am and we left at about 5.30. When we got to the camp, we were oriented on the "How To's" and "What and What Not To Do's".We then transferred to the field wherein they had a short presentation wherein they introduced to us the different types of Scout Rangers and their duties. We were someone amazed by their presentation and had our picture taking with them. After the picture taking, we headed for the other side of the field wherein we were then oriented on how to rapel and what to do on the Slide-For-Life. After the demonstrations, our branch started with the rapeling and the 4-B of the Angeles branch did the Slide-For-Life. During our lunch break, we had our canned tuna, it was a little hard to eat at that time becuse we had ample space and we only had about one or two can openers to go around.We continued with our activities after lunch but it was kind of boring. While waiting for our turn on the Slide-For-Life, We were taught how to dismantle and assemble the M16 and M14 Riffle. I was able to get a chance to dismantle and assemble the M16 Rifle. The activities we were looking forward to do was the obstacle course and the firing. But we didn't get to do that because there was an accident the day before and the school thought that it could happen again only this time, to us. So it was a bummer that we didn't get to do the main activities, but what is the possibility we would make that exact same mistake? Once is enough, but twice is stupidity. My mum even said that we should have had 3 days and 2 nights. I guess this experience wasn't exactly the best even if it should have been.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-219146318559730294?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/219146318559730294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=219146318559730294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/219146318559730294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/219146318559730294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2009/12/bivoic.html' title='Bivoic'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/SyeWM6aYQGI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TSobrT2IdM4/s72-c/11047_106599699350833_100000024114827_172796_1503994_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-4915675010720045035</id><published>2009-12-02T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:25:01.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Tigers Dance Competition Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=4915675010720045035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4915675010720045035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4915675010720045035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-tigers-dance-competition-part-2.html' title='Yellow Tigers Dance Competition Part 2'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-5627048089963524532</id><published>2009-12-02T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T05:32:02.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow Tigers Dance Competition</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fed25767dc71b8a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fed25767dc71b8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331280416%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39EA62AC192E53935F2FAFB06206D7FB507517FD.25797241653706472D943200EA6D0D6545A244F%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fed25767dc71b8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxPDZedvAxtnPywKw7LK2WSjDRSM&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fed25767dc71b8a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331280416%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39EA62AC192E53935F2FAFB06206D7FB507517FD.25797241653706472D943200EA6D0D6545A244F%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fed25767dc71b8a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DxPDZedvAxtnPywKw7LK2WSjDRSM&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the final competition for the intramurals which was held on the same day as the Intramurals Spirit Day. It was quite a challenge for us because we're the only team who didn't hire a choreographer so knowing that we made 2nd was still good. The positive outlook was that the main challenge for us is that our team was competing against the choreographers and not really the students. So not bad for the first and last experience of doing this. I wanna congratulate the Yellow Tigers Dancers for giving an awesome show, we all worked hard for this and I hope we all remember it for as long as we could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow Tigers Dance Choreographers:&lt;br /&gt;Lanxe Yu&lt;br /&gt;Dominique Alvarillo&lt;br /&gt;Nicole Atienza&lt;br /&gt;Romeo Bagain&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-5627048089963524532?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/5627048089963524532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=5627048089963524532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/5627048089963524532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/5627048089963524532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2009/12/yellow-tigers-dance-competition.html' title='Yellow Tigers Dance Competition'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-1963950014889566650</id><published>2009-05-04T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T01:38:01.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Paradise</title><content type='html'>My trip to Calatagan wasn't the same as how we usually did it. This time we spent it together with my aunt(which will be named as Tita Aboy), her kids/my cousins namely Jeremy, Pia and Kuya Seppy(a.k.a. my Twin) along with our other cousin Nikki. The stay wasn't so unbearable since I have great entertainers like Pia and Twin. Yeah the good times and yet it just slips away quickly. This stay saved me 36 hours from boredom though. I still feel tired and my body is still sore. But hanging out with half of the population of my cousins was enough to distract me and make me forget the aching and concentrate more on having fun. I and my family were the first to arrive at our house there and as usual we had to prepare the place. I got dish washing duty but there were still other chores I had to do alongside that. After cleaning the kitchen area and washing all the dishes, my mom decided to get a head start on the cooking. We were still going to the water station since it closes at 5 and our place is so far from the town. When we got back from the water station, that's when everything started to mess up. I wasn't myself that day, I felt so dizzy that I didn't even know that I was still capable of moving even if everything was a blur, but who would know if I felt ill? The next thing I knew was that I was being scolded for being slow then fast forward to the pressure cooker suddenly popping it's lid out and again being scolded for that though I had nothing to do with it. Then, when my mom checked the rice, it was nearly burnt. I already told her that the water wasn't enough but still. So she told me to put more water and then I suddenly felt weak/numb, unable to feel myself do anything and suddenly I could feel something hot. It could have been the rice pot or just the steam from the pot but it was really hot. Which is why I accidentally dropped the water bottle onto the stove where the pots were and I even got myself wet and it sort of woke me up. No one could tell that tears were running down my cheeks since I was all wet. I was trembling with fear, I didn't know what would happen next other than me being scolded again for not paying attention to what I was doing. After all that fiasco I was too tired to stay up and wait for my relatives to arrive ad so I fell asleep just as soon as I put on my earphones and closed my eyes as I tuned myself to the music.The following morning, I woke up by my aunt's shout "Manong! Tinapay!". I think that went on for about 3 yells. I was able to open my eyes a little bit to see a small orange jacket beside me on my bed. I could tell that it was Pia's but she wasn't sleeping beside me so I tried looking for her and found Nikki sleeping on the floor, Danielle and Pia on the other bed. We had hotdogs for breakfast but we were still sort of immobile and I couldn't even talk yet, too tired/lazy. My mom and my aunt decided to go to the market so we were left to stay at the house. Twin suggested we play Bangsak(a game of Tag and Hide-and-Seek). I was the first to be "It". At our first round I was able to find Jeremy, Pia and Danielle. Just when I thought I was on a role, I thought the next one would be Nikki. I was turning at the corner but at the same time I was being cautious to keep myself a safe distance from being tagged. As soon as I made the turn, almost successfully, I was still processing in my mind who was making the attack and Twin tagged me just as soon as I screamed at his ear. It's a reflex when I get shocked. He fell to the ground after that, trying to recover from my scream and he was heavily complaining about that but we all laughed at it. After a couple more rounds, we just chilled. The they caught a bird and Twin suddenly felt the "Photographer's Blood" run through his veins and decided to take pictures of the bird. While having lunch, Twin was sharing his story o what happened to him when he woke up. He was half awake trying to move to another bed. It was silly of him to do it in such a manner that he seemed even more goofy than he ever was. He was jumping on the beds and was unaware that the other bed had a mattress that wasn't the right size, too big for the frame. And so when he jumped to that bed, he didn't make it and fell onto the floor leaving him a bump on his leg. It was quite unfortunate for him since my Danielle kicked it after playing Bangsak. It sucked for him since he was already recovering then all of a sudden she kicks it. He also decided to share his discovery of his fear of goats. While we were eating, he was even saying that he doesn't fear anything nor anyone. Then his mom says "Yeah, that's why you were so afraid to open the window last night." The jokes went on until we finished eating. I and Twin were left to do the dishes and the rest got ready for swimming. We didn't want to go down to the water and swim, we were still too lazy. Unfortunately we were told to go down as well and watch them. So we ended up sitting by the water and just talked about random stuff. At dinner time we were laughing again and this time Twin and I got away from the table and up to the roof safe from dish washing duty. Though it was chilly up there, we got to talk again about random stuff. And everytime we'd look out on the water and see the fishing boats, we'd have the same thought, "It's the fire nation!" and we'd talk about Avatar again and having bending powers. The last day which is also the day we left, I woke up with back pains and it was making me cranky. I ate a granola bar for breakfast and drank some hot Milo. Everyone went down to the beach except for me, Twin, Tita Aboy and Kuya Joven. I was watching Pokemon and Twin was outside on his phone while my aunt was cooking. When everyone got back, the house was noisy again and it was making my head ache even more. The heat was already giving me a killer headache but so was their voices talking in chorus. When the noise gradually went down, my mom was suddenly complaining about the wet floor i front of me. As I was going to the room, I saw the floor was even more wet, making puddles, and it really ticked me off. I ended up yelling at Nikki who was at the room at that time and she was soaking wet. I yelled saying "Bakit basang basa dito?! Sino magmmop niyan?! Ako nanaman maglilinis para sa inyo?!" I was so furious but I still ended up mopping the living room to the bedroom since it's obvious I would still be the one told to clean up their mess. The heat was really annoying me and no one was making anything easier and I was still cranky. After I helped to prepare and have lunch, I was able to have my cool shower but this whole trip never really relaxed me. I was even more tired than recovered. When we got home we (Me, Twin, Jeremy, Pia, Kuya John and Danielle) watched the remaining chapters of the 3rd book of Avatar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-1963950014889566650?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/1963950014889566650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=1963950014889566650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1963950014889566650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1963950014889566650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2009/05/welcome-to-paradise.html' title='Welcome to Paradise'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-195621893999632954</id><published>2009-04-14T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T20:12:53.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Beach Time At Anvaya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Our trip to Anvaya was quicker than I thought. I was just playing w/ the psp to keep myself busy since most of my txtmates were still asleep. As usual, when we arrived at the hotel, the Courtyard In, we left our stuff in the room and took the essentials w/ us to Anvaya. On the way, I was feeling pain, excruciating pain! Ohhhh the agony! It really sucked 'cause I thought when we drove to the lobby we'd be dropped off so I can make a run for it towards the comfortroom. Turns out my parents just asked some of the crew to assist us with our kayak. So my mum drove further down to the Pawikan Bar that's near the water sports area. I got so irritated that I didn't even realize that my groaning was getting louder. My cousin even said that I sounded like I was giving birth. Haha.When we got settled, my sis and cuz went ahead to the pool area while I had a quick shower and my parents along w/ my grandmother and great-grandmother were having their lunch.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The main highlights of my day are the beach volley matches I took part in. The first game was between the Anvaya staff and the members/guests of Anvaya. We lost there but it was a close match. The second game was between the "Good Guyz" and the "Bad Guyz". The Good Guyz would be me, Steph and another member of Anvaya along with 3  staffs. The Bad Guyz would be Franco, Albert, and well....I'll try to remember the others. It was a great game, both of them. But the second one really exhausted me. They were really good. But we, the Good Guyz, won =p. I didn't think we'd actually win. If you saw them, you'd start to think if you can handle them. I was supposed to be on their team but the opponents decided not to join anymore.So I witched teams while their friend joined them.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was sorta funny how I and Steph noticed that the other team usually jumps to get the ball while on our team we dive. It was great 'cause everyone was into it and having fun and it was a total laughtrip. I can't wait to have another match w/ them again and perhaps it will be more intense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-195621893999632954?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/195621893999632954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=195621893999632954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/195621893999632954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/195621893999632954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2009/04/beach-time-at-anvaya.html' title='Beach Time At Anvaya'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-149059315028577249</id><published>2009-01-13T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T00:42:06.777-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bulldogs meets Tigers at standing in OBMCI (Sta.Ana) Highschool Intramurals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/SWxTVlAhLjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rW_qS0may44/s1600-h/bulldogz_2nd_yr_running_champz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290695292430134834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/SWxTVlAhLjI/AAAAAAAAAE8/rW_qS0may44/s320/bulldogz_2nd_yr_running_champz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is just an update, a follow-up or whatever it is you wanna call it, on my last blog about the Intramurals we had. It was a delayed announcement that was only done recently. and yes, what you have read from the title itself is that our team is tied up with the Yellow Tigers. The Tigers have won in the Cheering competition and they are the Champions in Men's Basketball and Men's Volleyball. But we, the Bulldogs, won in the Academic Olympiad, Indigenous Games and we are the Champions in the Women's Volleyball Competition. And like I said, this was just an update and so here are the standings:&lt;br /&gt;Overall Champions: Red Bulldogz &amp;amp; Yellow Tigers&lt;br /&gt;1st Runner-up: Green Hornets&lt;br /&gt;2nd Runner-up: Blue Bears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-149059315028577249?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/149059315028577249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=149059315028577249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/149059315028577249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Lanxe's bday; Song- Broken vow o broken voice?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lp3S7DYHmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0lp3S7DYHmQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-1380501303170340850?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/1380501303170340850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=1380501303170340850' title='0 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Song-Basketbol'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-2116455269572723733</id><published>2008-08-31T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T09:17:53.887-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catwalk with Tripping Poses</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;CATWALK with Tripping Poses&lt;br /&gt;me and my escort(Ken)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2t9DO3EXVE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s2t9DO3EXVE&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Don Bosco 'cause we(muses) were to be oriented on what's to happen on friday(opening of intramurals in DBTI).  I had a great time and had so much laughs. after the practice I n my friends hung out at Starbucks then went to Greenbelt to play in Timezone. We got tired, my feet were killing me but I still feel great even with the pain.&lt;br /&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/8518532231858272999-2116455269572723733?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2116455269572723733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=2116455269572723733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2116455269572723733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2116455269572723733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/08/catwalk-with-tripping-poses.html' title='Catwalk with Tripping Poses'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-8028664794416740082</id><published>2008-08-15T06:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T06:32:29.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Golden Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Century Gothic';font-size:12px;"&gt;Before we fast forward to the field trip, first we had our exam in Geometry, then our exam in RHGP then had our break, new sitting arrangement, prepared for boarding, we were with the class of 2A,then off we went to CCP. At first on arrival we didn't get out of the bus yet so the bus parked at a parking lot nearby. We waited a couple of minutes then got off the bus and walked to the building. When we got in the place was filled with OB students but only from OBSA and OBLP branches.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Inside the theater OBSA students were seated up front then OBLP at the back. I was seated at the right aisle along with Nicolo , Nikki , RB , Fatimah and Alejandro. The play ,"The Golden Child", was great. It had a good setting and the actors were good. The props they used really catches the audiences eyes and the story, well you should watch it, words won't be enough for me to tell you how good it was.Of course I wouldn't blog about what happened in the play , I would be kj if I did that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;=D ahehe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;"...an engaging, family drama..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;David Henry Hwang's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;GOLDEN CHILD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic'; font-size: 12px; "&gt;with Art Acu&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;ña, Irma Adlawan, Marasigan, Liesl Batucan, Tina Chilip, Tess Jamias, Leo Rialp and the  Tanghalang Pilipino Actors' Company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 8, 9, 15, 16 (English); 22, 23, 29, 30 (Filipino) - 8:00 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;August 9, 10, 16, 17 (English); 23, 24, 30, 31 (Filipino) - 3:00 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanghalanh Aurelio Tolentino (Cultural Center of the Philippines Little Theater)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tickets P600(regular) / P300(student) * with discounts for senior citizens and groups.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-8028664794416740082?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/8028664794416740082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=8028664794416740082' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8028664794416740082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8028664794416740082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/08/golden-child.html' title='Golden Child'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-8867735536388068337</id><published>2008-07-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-22T07:11:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why was I born to live?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I don't see a reason for me to die or commit suicide now. This is because I believe that God lent me this life, and that I am fortunate to actually live at this time because if not, then Mr. J and I would not have found each other. I was born for a reason meaning that I have a significance in this world. I still believe that I am here to take care and to love someone just the same as to be taken care of and loved by that someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God made love exist,which is another thing that most forget or take for granted. Loving and being loved are one of the precious things that we could experience. He also made love exist for us to stick to one person for the rest of our life or another way to see it is to be satisfied with what you have and to produce offspring and to teach them the Christian ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I just hope now that there are still those who haven't lost sight of the meaning of life. I believe I just found mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;~[marie_o3]~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-8867735536388068337?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/8867735536388068337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=8867735536388068337' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8867735536388068337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8867735536388068337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/07/why-was-i-born-to-live.html' title='Why was I born to live?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-7381342284843676653</id><published>2008-04-23T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T03:06:31.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridicule or Ridiculous?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know why this pops into my head all of a sudden.I've been thinking about it during the school year but it's only now that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt; decided to let it out. Our politicians who make promises or whatever it is that would get them to win the people like improving the sewage. Those who have been appointed would only start that when the elections come nearing just so they would get voted again because they haven't finished the job. I've noticed,and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; sure many have,that a ton of people complain about the politicians and blaming them for whatever misfortune that they experience when it comes to our economy,environment,etc...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But then,who am I to blame them?I'm just a student still learning about life and planing to learn more.And now the whole world is in trouble with global warming. And to think some of us are already on the verge of enjoying our lives to the max but there's always that thing, that problem that would turn your smile into a frown.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;How about instead of complaining why not zip your lip and put your words into actions instead. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;At least&lt;/span&gt; that would make a bigger change than being one of those who nag and nag around when they could actually do what needs to be done. Let's face it, there are more lazy people who try to succeed but still lack the discipline to push them further to accomplish it. Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't it that when there is something, an idea perhaps that you wish to pursue would only take place if you got off your lazy butt and did it yourself and perhaps rewarding yourself when the job is successfully finished.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe our politicians do need a push just to get them to wake up and think more of what's important. There are so many problems, countless things that people do everyday that really makes me open my eyes and wonder &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;"I thought you wanted to improve, so why are you wasting your time with tangible things unnecessary?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"There are a terrible lot of lies going around the world, and the worst of it is half of them are true"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~Sir Winston Churchill&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;till next time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;~[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;marie&lt;/span&gt;_10}~&lt;/em&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/8518532231858272999-7381342284843676653?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/7381342284843676653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=7381342284843676653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/7381342284843676653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/7381342284843676653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/04/ridicule-or-ridiculous.html' title='Ridicule or Ridiculous?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-1145852500320362863</id><published>2008-03-26T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T05:10:12.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking about this topic got me the urge to blog about it</title><content type='html'>I just got online and ofcourse ym is always a necessity to my online routine. Anyway,my friend and I were kinda bored so he just brought up a topic,of all the topics he chose love,so I got on with it.He pretty much asked the questions since i don't really come up with anything 'cause I still feel the heat and couldn't think properly. He asked me stuff that were obvious but it was a laughtrip at the same time. What got me to creating this entry is he said that "They say it's painfull but worth it." I ofcourse agree because it's true, when you fall in love then fall out of love you kind of learn a lesson from that,like "oh maybe this isn't what i wanted and i could be off with a far better one." though it does take time for that to happen but since we do have short lives then we could just use it to enjoy the attention. What I learned in V.E. is that this is the time for us to gather up what we want and need into our thoughts so that when we do meet a person that we could think a possible choice of partner for us then we'd know what to expect from him/her. It takes for that so don't rush anything too quickly 'cause if that person loves you then he/she'll wait and give time for both of you to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the end of my entry..Goodluck with your love life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-1145852500320362863?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/1145852500320362863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=1145852500320362863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1145852500320362863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/1145852500320362863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/03/thinking-about-this-topic-got-me-urge.html' title='Thinking about this topic got me the urge to blog about it'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-8610845973187275677</id><published>2008-02-07T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T01:51:06.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only the Lonely</title><content type='html'>The thing I like about blogging is that you can put in what you feel and not think of anyone offending you[not yet that is]. The hardest thing for me right now is that I can't tell others how I feel. I could tell Syris or Billy but for the rest of the Sisterhood...I just can't.And they'r also one of my problems.&lt;br /&gt;They all want the same thing..attention,they think they don't yearn for it but they really do. It's like when I want to tell a story either when I've just started or in the middle of my story I get cut by one of them then they go on and on about their story and it's like I shouldn't have said a word. I end up being quiet while listening to their story.I always be there as a sister since that's us, the Sisterhood.But I wish they'd do the same for me,even just once I could have the light,I'd have that freedom to talk and they'd listen and I'd be free from keeping everything inside.&lt;br /&gt;I've been feeling sad lately,and it's really hard for me to think.I got what I wanted,I'm single 'cause I don't want a bf and knowing he's cheating on me,I don't want a re-run on what happend before.And I get to spend time with my friends and raise my grades.But all of these things..These are the things I wanted when I had a bf,but now that I have this..I feel that I still lack something.Mark said it was 'cause I needed a guy.But I just said "why do I need a guy when I couldn't do the things I wanted when I had one?" but I hate to admit that I was wrong. I hate to admit that I am lonely.It's different when you say you have a lot of friends and you're lonely. Pretty much because there's a different feeling that would be felt when you have a lot of friends but you know you're not much of a value to them.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know but I do feel lonely.Both in romance and in my basics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~[marie_10]~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-8610845973187275677?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/8610845973187275677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=8610845973187275677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8610845973187275677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8610845973187275677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/02/only-lonely.html' title='Only the Lonely'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-3920456589837860002</id><published>2008-02-02T02:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T03:14:25.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>27 Dresses.. love it</title><content type='html'>I love the move so much I wanted to cry. Call me a sucker for love stories but it really touched me. It was so great. Friday morning of course another day in school,only we had half day because there was the JS prom. And so we left school early, I thought I could still go to my friend's house along with the Sisterhood and the Brotherhood but I couldn't 'cause my family,along with me had to go out. And so we went to Greenbelt and bought tickets to watch the movie 27 Dresses. I like the thought that she didn't find it inside her to be with the guy. I just love their love story, and the drama was just right that you don't have to be stressed out by thinking "Oh my gosh!" a thousand times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know that feeling when you're in this world when one day everything was perfect,then suudenly something just ends up ruining it? It's like a fantasy at first then turns to a piece of crap the next. But then after you thought everything was good, everything that made you happy was taken away from you, they suddenly come back one by one .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-3920456589837860002?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/3920456589837860002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=3920456589837860002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/3920456589837860002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/3920456589837860002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/02/27-dresses-love-it.html' title='27 Dresses.. love it'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-3737026244724356572</id><published>2008-01-31T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:50:58.082-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just one kiss?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know but it seems impossible for me to get a good day without bumping into trouble. I've been going out,last thursday I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DBTI&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,then thursday I went to &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Greenbelt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glorieta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; with my friends. Then we had our field trip on tuesday in &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Biak na Bato&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and I got so beat from climbing in and out of the caves. Most of us were absent the following day.In greenhills &lt;u&gt;only 7 students&lt;/u&gt; attended,in our branch &lt;u&gt;only 10&lt;/u&gt;. But on that day that I was absent wherein I was &lt;strong&gt;!supposed!&lt;/strong&gt; to rest I didn't. I went to &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DBTI&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for the fair. And what a day it was, I don't know how to react about it. I had mixed feelings that day and I don't know how to explain it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm puzzled, mainly 'cause of my goodbye. 3 guys that I liked I was with. 3 guys who want the same thing. And I wished I wasn't in that situation. They all wanted me but I didn't want to choose who. As I was 'bout to leave that night we were at the gate then one of them wanted to say something but couldn't say it. That was his 3rd attempt to actually kiss me but couldn't do it. He blurted out &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"besso"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ,&lt;/span&gt;and we all just stared at each other then the 3 of them agreed to do it and I wasn't even aware of what to do.Like I ran out of words to say. They kept saying&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; "who's gonna be 1st?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;"maiba taya nalang,kung sinu manalo siya una"&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; was first. He said &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;"Sus!dali lang nyan"&lt;/span&gt; then there it was cheek to cheek. Then &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; decided &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"bato bato pik"&lt;/span&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;L &lt;/strong&gt;was next &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"dun ako sa kabila"&lt;/span&gt; .Since &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt; was left they decided to joke around and said &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"In the middle,in the middle"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;"What do you mean in the middle?besso dba&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;?" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Then as were to do cheek to cheek he moved to my direction and instead of the cheek,he aimed for the lips,I guess he got lucky 'cause he got a good shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;,who I've been with the whole day and night was already giving me hints asking me 'bout what if he kissed a girl blah blah blah...&lt;br /&gt;But i'm still surprised that that happened. And the 2 stupid guys are no regretting they even pushed him into doing that. The first besso he was able to miss saying &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"sayang umiwas"&lt;/span&gt; .I don't know what to do. I know it was wrong,very very wrong because I let that happen when I knew he has a girlfriend.And I already love someone,I just love that someone more than him. I love him but I don't want to go any further than friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;till I wake up from my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;d(//_~)b&lt;br /&gt;~[marie_10]~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-3737026244724356572?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/3737026244724356572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=3737026244724356572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/3737026244724356572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/3737026244724356572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/01/just-one-kiss.html' title='Just one kiss?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-8732150801960214236</id><published>2008-01-23T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:24:10.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Breathe,i'm suffocating</title><content type='html'>I'm in a place where I never thought to be.I'm here right now thinking and thinking and thinking what to do and why did this happen.I know why but I don't know how to get out of it.Yes I can't breathe,this is too much for me to take.This is hard for me as is for my other classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday our History teacher was proctoring us.She was our last teacher for the day and so she said to us after our last exam "2A seat in your proper places." When we were all in our seats Tony decided to throw Calvin his book,instead of standing up and giving it to him.When Calvin was hit by the book he then stood up and Tony ran towards the back to my place and Calvin CHasing him.We were all laughing 'cause they looked hilarious.Then ma'am said "Arceo!Tan! sit down now[still giggling]".Then they looked at each other and sat on the floor at the back of the room.We,again,laughed at that even our teacher.Then Tony went back to his seat but Calvin stayed.That's wen ma'am said "Uhm.. 2A,thank you and sorry" we were confused at that."Huh?why sorry?" "Sorry if you didn't learn anything from me".And that's when it started,everyone was stunned at what she said and at the same time you could see her eyes with tears almost falling and we felt the same,'cause if it was not for her,we wouldn't have passed in our quizzes and drill sheets."Ma'am no!We got higher grades than you,how could you say that?" we were all laughing and crying at the same time because we knew this was goodbye.She is actually our substitue teacher because because our old teacher was pregnant and well you know the rest.So she came back and this week is the last week we'll be together. Thst's why she was saying goodbye,Calvin,still sitting down and laughing and crying to,said "I'll tell you to my mom,you made me cry" and again we all laughed and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it when you start being close to someone,something will always get in your way that would hurt you and take that happiness from you.We looked at History as a dull subject,but when she came it started to liven up.She's going back to the main branch and again teach there.Oh the Horror we are to face in History now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll miss you ma'am!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-8732150801960214236?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/8732150801960214236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=8732150801960214236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8732150801960214236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/8732150801960214236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/01/cant-breatheim-suffocating.html' title='Can&apos;t Breathe,i&apos;m suffocating'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-51098041502908698</id><published>2008-01-03T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T01:28:27.931-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The mask  you wore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought that I'm ok now,where suddenly everything fell into place.But I overlooked one thing,and when I did decided to look back,just to find out it's gone.Just when you thought that it'll always be there for you that's when you see the real idea of it's means.I guess the quote &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"promises are meant to be broken"&lt;/span&gt; is a literal meaning for everyday life.I guess this time the masks they wear are so filled with ornaments that I failed to see what was behind that mask of his that brought back tha tears in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;My heart was already broken,but how can someone again break my already broken heart?Can I not have atleast a week to be happy where I wouldn't have to feel so sad or emo that I would attempt suicide?But I kept on thinking that I don't care anymore,the least I can do for myself is try to have fun 'cause I know there are lots of guys out there but then I don't want those guys.I don't want to experience the same exact sadness that I have been feeling eversince i've started falling in love,or falling to the ground's more like it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;All I know right now is I'll be sad especially when I know that this month is the start of our league and I would see him again.Sure i'd say "hi" but I don't know if I can do even that.It's my life,at least I think it is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*~[mAriE_10]~*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-51098041502908698?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/51098041502908698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=51098041502908698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/51098041502908698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/51098041502908698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/01/mask-you-wore.html' title='The mask  you wore'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-2044783676044271088</id><published>2008-01-02T10:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:31.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shockinf for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3vZfVcc5qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GbWEq2rOl_c/s1600-h/faries012.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150949731183945378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3vZfVcc5qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GbWEq2rOl_c/s320/faries012.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day is kinda different to me.First we went to timezone and played there for how long then had dinner at greenbelt then came home.Mum went back to greenbelt with my aunt,and I have been chatting with my cousin who is really happy and I happy for him who actually past in his exam in La Salle.Congratulations my dear cuz!Anyway we have been up having laughs,in chat that is,and it's really different when we talk in ym and when we talk in person but still we both have a lot to say.He's like a big bro to me so I'm proud of him for being able to pass but still even if he passed in La Salle he's still aiming for UST,animo uste!As what he would say.Then a friend tells me i'm cute,but he tells me that all the time,but how should I know if I'm really cute?What if that's what I think and only think,not know.So I said to him I'll ask my advicer which is my cousin,and I said to him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Kuya,I'm going to ask this question just this once.Am I cute?"&lt;/span&gt; and he said &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"yes :)".&lt;/span&gt;I was shocked to read it 'cause I'm not used to him saying good things,it must have been the joy he has for his accomplishment.And we went on by me saying &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"It's amazing how we have a family of cuties ;p"&lt;/span&gt; and then he shoots back &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"no,there are only 4 cuties in the family and that's kuya Pao,me,you and Fiya"&lt;/span&gt; which actually made me laugh 'cause my sister got cranky 'cause her name wasn't there.She even had me ask him why not her and he said &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;"walking sticks are not concidered as cute ;p"&lt;/span&gt;. Well it's already understood that they both hate each other eversince.Why can't she just be like me?;p ahaha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even believe my great grandmother would say that I bring peace into the family.Shocking that she had that serious talk with me and told me that seeing that I don't neglect any of my cousins.I guess I can be an angel where I can also be a devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking up or going to bed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~[mAriE_10]~*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-2044783676044271088?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/2044783676044271088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=2044783676044271088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2044783676044271088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/2044783676044271088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/01/shockinf-for-me.html' title='Shockinf for me'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3vZfVcc5qI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GbWEq2rOl_c/s72-c/faries012.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-7715939293167310510</id><published>2008-01-02T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:31.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3tIlFcc5pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XEGzF957foo/s1600-h/DSC01252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150790400782165650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3tIlFcc5pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XEGzF957foo/s320/DSC01252.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;New year,then what?I couldn't enjoy that much but still the fireworks at greenbelt was good,we had a lot of photos and a video of what happend.The whole day we were cleaning up the unit moving stuff from the other unit to our unit.As it was nearing midnight we then went out to greenbelt so we can celebrate.We ate at Cafe Havanna where there was a lot of people and it was so noisy.It took us some time before we could have a table,the food took a long time before it came to us seeing there was a lot of people.Then the fireworks started and the people went to the mood of awe and was amazed by the hearts in the sky.Pretty but it wasn't that long unlike last year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night,we went to greenbelt again,first we played pool in national sports grill,then ate then played again then we went to timezone and played whatever.Like basketball,then air hockey,dance2 revolution,dance maniax,drum mania,etc...We got tired so we decided to go down to starbucks to have a drink.But then who would've thought another eye catching guy would catch my eye and mine of his.After buying a drink and before leaving starbucks he then came up to me and we got acquainted.It's funny 'cause I was thinking of someone getting my number on that day.Luckily tha guy's cute and almost the same age only he's older.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;feeling the new year&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*~[mAriE_10]~*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-7715939293167310510?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/7715939293167310510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=7715939293167310510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/7715939293167310510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/7715939293167310510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-yearthen-whati-couldnt-enjoy-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3tIlFcc5pI/AAAAAAAAAB0/XEGzF957foo/s72-c/DSC01252.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-906615256655591808</id><published>2007-12-27T08:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:31.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun?When did that happen?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3PQaoFA21I/AAAAAAAAABs/tCGiT2V3ZDU/s1600-h/1_462045216l.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148687954868230994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3PQaoFA21I/AAAAAAAAABs/tCGiT2V3ZDU/s320/1_462045216l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; I thought this day,this day would be different,this day would make me think that things really change.And things do,they change for a reason,some have stupid reason and some,that others may think that is stupid but then in the future would make a bigger meaning and would understand better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad left this morning and my mum had me lend the phone again.It turns out my money that was left in her drawer in the computer room was not there anymore.Now what?she thinks that I took it?what am I?an idiot?Why would I take it when I was told to put it there and why ask only me?Am I the only one in the house that could be living there?This sucks,super...Anyway,we brought my dad to the airport and I'm not surprised that they fought,there isn't a day that comes by that that doesn't happen.Even during christmass that happens so what can I do?It's a daily basis for them.&lt;br /&gt;After bringing my dad to the airport we headed back at our condo and walked to greenbelt.We just had lunch there and came back here and watched t.v. just relaxing.Since I don't have a phone,I can't text the person I love and I miss him so much.This bites,not having a phone really suckz and I hate it so much.It's not my fault that my dad lost his phone,it's not my fault that my sister lost her phone,so why am I the one being punished?&lt;br /&gt;After watching a couple of movies at home we again went to greenbelt and it was time to have dinner.We met up with my mums friend in greenbelt 1 then went to greenbelt 3 to eat at Haiku.It's a nice restaurant,and since I like japanese food and well pretty much everything japanese I liked it a lot.&lt;br /&gt;After dinner my mum said that we'd stay at the condo while she and her friends hang out in Havana so for me it was good so I can start my blog.As you can see nothing that could have made me happy happend today.I was able to chat with my love but only for a lil while 'cause we had to leave.He even thought I was only invi.It's hard not being trusted,especially by the one you love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well that's life without knowing anything either than pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*~['mAriE_10']~*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-906615256655591808?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/906615256655591808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=906615256655591808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/906615256655591808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/906615256655591808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2007/12/funwhen-did-that-happen.html' title='Fun?When did that happen?'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R3PQaoFA21I/AAAAAAAAABs/tCGiT2V3ZDU/s72-c/1_462045216l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-4043903094214221313</id><published>2007-12-22T04:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:31.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a christmass</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R20J0IFA20I/AAAAAAAAABk/ATA3euI1Ed0/s1600-h/HeArTbrEAker.(458).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146780740280703810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R20J0IFA20I/AAAAAAAAABk/ATA3euI1Ed0/s320/HeArTbrEAker.(458).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's start with thursday before today. The guy who hurt me came over and explain why he did what he did. As usual I don't belive it unless I see it. He told me he loves me but it doesn't seem like it to me. So as usual I said "prove it!" and I was expecting a long sentence but he did something else.He did something I didn't expect for him to do,especially to me.He kissed me,first it was a smack,I just fell in a shock with happened then he kissed me again but this time it was an FK and he really made it long. I really didn't know what to do whether to stop or not. I somehow liked it but also at the same time didn't. Then he stayed a couple more minutes then left. Next, Friday,well we just stayed here in our condo unit in Makati and fixed our clothes that are to be brought to Calatagan tom. because we're going to spend christmass there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And finally, Saturday,my plan today was to be with my friends,and that guy, because we have a reunion.But as usual my parents would always ruin my plan and change it to what they want.He was supposed to pick me up and we would go together to the mall but then my mum said that they will bring me instead.Then she said that I can only stay for 3 hours, then changed to 1 hour, then she said that I can only stay for 30 minutes. And it really sucked 'cause we just ended up eating and what's worse is he and I didn't even speak to each other,we only spoke to each other and that was it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I had to leave already and just said goodbye.I and my family left and came back to makati and had a haircut and now as you can see in my picture above is my new hairdo done by my hairstylist with mustache,I don't know his name,ahehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well that's it,we're done packing for tomorrow and that's all tha'ts left.We're gonna see our neighboors there and maybe have fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...maybe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyeux Noel et Bon Anee![that's french for Merry Christmass and Happy New Year!]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;~*[mAriE_10]*~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-4043903094214221313?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4043903094214221313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=4043903094214221313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4043903094214221313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4043903094214221313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-christmass.html' title='What a christmass'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R20J0IFA20I/AAAAAAAAABk/ATA3euI1Ed0/s72-c/HeArTbrEAker.(458).jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-252175450907829111</id><published>2007-12-19T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:32.255-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A long day making me wish I was dead instead</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2kh-YFA2zI/AAAAAAAAABc/RfTEXvjrN7Y/s1600-h/DSC06182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145681404746586930" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2kh-YFA2zI/AAAAAAAAABc/RfTEXvjrN7Y/s320/DSC06182.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Terrible day today.I had stomach cramps and it was really painfull.It was so painfull that I evn had to miss my Filipino class and stay in the clinic for an hour.So I just ended up sleeping in there while waiting for the time to pass. I saw Mikki and Jess come in because he said he has a "headache". Then Lance came in saying he has muscle pain and Banghu and Aubrey came in 'cause Banghu got hurt. Since it was already lunch I went out of the clinic and went to my friend,still holding the hot compress and we went to the cafe to have lunch. I didn't really want to eat but I ended up having a sandwich and soup. Then Luigi came in and I asked if he and a someone chatted last night. He said yes they we're chatting and he asked me if I knew who he was courting.Then I thought of a possibility of who it was then I was right even if that someone told me he wasn't going to.So I got hurt since he lied to me and I thought he wanted me to trust him. I didn't feel like finishing my food so I just said to go and get our stuff from the lockers. As I got all my books and notebooks, Benedict suddenly opened the door of their classroom and hit me so hard that every pain I felt I let out all my pain and cried like I was not going to stop crying anymore. Lance helped me up and took my things and accompanied me to the classroom. I thought the day wouldn't be over since we still had the quiz in math, and since I couldn't think properly I ended up failing the quiz getting a 10/20 score.My first failure in my quiz in math for this quarter.The day only got brighter when we were to have a christmass party for the varsity members.I had to go home first and ask to go back in school for the party,so it's a good thing I was allowed and got back to school but the party was only 'til 7 so I was picked up by 7 and got home. I had to wrap the gifts for the christmass party and for the Brotherhood and Sisterhood. I wasn't able to reach someone online so I ended up just checking my profiles in friendster,multiply,myspace and facebook. I still ended up sleeping late 'cause I was telling my best friend of how bad my week was.And that was that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment I wish I could breathe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*[mAriE_10]*~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-252175450907829111?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/252175450907829111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=252175450907829111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/252175450907829111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/252175450907829111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2007/12/long-day-making-me-wish-i-was-dead.html' title='A long day making me wish I was dead instead'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2kh-YFA2zI/AAAAAAAAABc/RfTEXvjrN7Y/s72-c/DSC06182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-6254854194750284347</id><published>2007-12-17T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:32.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I'm off to a place I thought I knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2cBlIFA2xI/AAAAAAAAABM/v9lLTamB2nM/s1600-h/2336569521.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145082836629379858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2cBlIFA2xI/AAAAAAAAABM/v9lLTamB2nM/s320/2336569521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;As you know that right now I don't have a cellphone since my dad stupidly lost it in a cab.And he's now using the extra phone I was using when he was using mine.But since he lost it he used the phone I was using and again lost it asking me where it was,like I knew!helllo!!he was the last one who used it so how should I know where he put it.And now he is again using another phone of my mom.We agreed that he has to buy me a phone since that is what he owes me right now.I don't know if I'll ask to buy the same price as my old phone when I bought it or maybe bigger.Right now I'm at home being a little happy with my excuse for staying only half-day in school.I might go and buy a phone with someone but I am not to show it to my parents since they would say that they will not buy me a phone anymore because I already have one.I just need tha extra phone for my other sim card and I'm glad because my godmother will give me a phone for christmass when she gets back from Cagayan.So I will have enough phones for all my sim cards which are smart,globe and sun.Too bad there's no unlitxt in globe this christmass season so most probably I will end up using my sun since it's unlimited call and text.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#009900;"&gt;Season's Greetings!&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/8518532231858272999-6254854194750284347?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/6254854194750284347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=6254854194750284347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6254854194750284347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/6254854194750284347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-im-off-to-place-i-thought-i-knew.html' title='Today I&apos;m off to a place I thought I knew'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2cBlIFA2xI/AAAAAAAAABM/v9lLTamB2nM/s72-c/2336569521.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-7822957866282728362</id><published>2007-12-17T02:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:32.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One team,two sports,Teamwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2ZTFIFA2tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-qV8f9H0TcQ/s1600-h/volleyball+&amp;amp;+basketball+varsity+07-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144890971850332882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2ZTFIFA2tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-qV8f9H0TcQ/s320/volleyball+%26+basketball+varsity+07-08.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is our team. O.B.M.C.I. Sta.Ana branch volleyball and basketball varsity. From left to right starting from women's volleyball is Feve,Marie,Aubrey,Jessica,Ianne,Verna,Ria,Michelle,Princess. Basketball varsity Jae Young,Patrick,Kevin,Banghu,Kura,Tozi,Kiel,Ryrie,Giordz,RB,Joshua.And our coach wearing the white uniform Mr.Sumatra.Those who were not included are Yuni[volleyball],Seth[basketball],Luis[basketball],Michael[basketball],Mikki[basketball].I understand that you've observed how few we are but still we're a team and we're there for each other.We may not be the best but we yearn to improve and this year we have, we ave our wins and we also have our losses.And now that we are improving we are still developing ourselves giving our school a good name wherein others think that we're rich and know less but then we prove them wrong.We did proved to them that we're as good or perhaps better during a competition this year in Science against other schools where we made it to the top 10.If we could prove it in brains then we'll prove it in strength.Don't underestimate us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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sports,Teamwork'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2ZTFIFA2tI/AAAAAAAAAAc/-qV8f9H0TcQ/s72-c/volleyball+%26+basketball+varsity+07-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-47337616235912581</id><published>2007-12-17T02:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T02:37:11.796-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a place where everytime you breathe</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;							&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;object height='290' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/47337616235912581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/47337616235912581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2007/12/place-where-everytime-you-breathe.html' title='a place where everytime you breathe'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8518532231858272999.post-4507659152193495462</id><published>2007-12-14T04:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T22:00:32.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a day with no care</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2JzIoFA2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8kH5ZufbpQo/s1600-h/DSC06181.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143800316445121202" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2JzIoFA2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8kH5ZufbpQo/s320/DSC06181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;It's been a long day in school. We had our Food Fair today and our booth was Rice Toppings. It was a success since we sold a lot of food. Sold out in ther morning and no items we're left, everything was out. Even though we weren't able to meet the right yield to sell, we we're able to earn a lot of cheats. But then, I still have an unfinished mission that I thought I could already solve today,yet that problem of mine didn't come. :'(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;We we're supposed to meet today along with other friends but they didn't show up. Maybe it was because of last night that's why he didn't come. But still, it's just a featured friends list right? it really made him feel bad, but he didn't give me time to explain anything why he wasn't there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;And then there's another guy who'm I've been so loyal to, but now that he's been courting me, it doesn't seem like he's been loyal. I forgave him when he admitted that he was almost goin back to his ex but then again there could be a chance that he would still go back. I know that in this age boys are still on the verge of searching so I'm not taking it that much seriously and since I don't have a cellphone right now, I feel less weight because I wouldn't worry bout what if he's texting with this or that because I don't have to think of cellphones. Only being with myself, my music in my ipod, my notebook to keep me sane if I'm not blogging, it's enough for me right now because even if anything happens I could keep it to myself and write it on paper and not have problems with others comenting about it. It's not that I want to be alone, I just need a break from everything that has made me feel so bad that forces me to slash myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;I may not be slashing myself right now but I know that I would still end up doing it again. I don't know when, I don't know how. It is what it is and I know it would happen again and again and I don't care what anyone tries to do to stop me. Perhaps there would be one person who could, but that is if he would care to stop me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8518532231858272999-4507659152193495462?l=marie-10.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/feeds/4507659152193495462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8518532231858272999&amp;postID=4507659152193495462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4507659152193495462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8518532231858272999/posts/default/4507659152193495462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marie-10.blogspot.com/2007/12/day-with-no-care.html' title='a day with no care'/><author><name>Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17578715462019988193</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5_oZYpPfres/Tv-Q9uoYmgI/AAAAAAAAAKE/9L4J5Sk916s/s220/391933_291627160878471_100000935677646_799889_1140103579_n.jpeg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NUK0He2WlrI/R2JzIoFA2rI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8kH5ZufbpQo/s72-c/DSC06181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
