<?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-8649082</id><updated>2011-04-22T07:22:40.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[scribbles]</title><subtitle type='html'>scribbles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>348</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114612563128616054</id><published>2006-04-27T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T16:13:51.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been a good 347 posts, blogspot. It's time to move on. :)&lt;br /&gt;(Non-LJ users! Get an LJ account so you can read my posts hahaha :P)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114612563128616054?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114612563128616054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114612563128616054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114612563128616054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114612563128616054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/its-been-good-347-posts-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114491203648036035</id><published>2006-04-13T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T15:12:54.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>To anyone out there who's been wondering where I've been lately,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://anguishedstar.livejournal.com"&gt;http://anguishedstar.livejournal.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)  (It's 80% Friends Only :D)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be updating more once I get my normal life back.&lt;br /&gt;Leaving for Baguio in a few. (They just removed my cast!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114491203648036035?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114491203648036035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114491203648036035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114491203648036035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114491203648036035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/to-anyone-out-there-whos-been.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114439715589279017</id><published>2006-04-07T16:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T16:05:55.910+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>NYARRRRRRRRRRR. Ayoko na. Ayoko na talaga. Ayoko na magsulat. Nabobobo na ako. Ayoko na.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114439715589279017?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114439715589279017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114439715589279017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114439715589279017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114439715589279017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/nyarrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114406218862797960</id><published>2006-04-03T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T19:03:08.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm happy and tired. Tired and happy. Happy but tired. Tired but happy.&lt;br /&gt;This is gonna go on for the next twelve months (hopefully) :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114406218862797960?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114406218862797960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114406218862797960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114406218862797960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114406218862797960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-happy-and-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114379520006506276</id><published>2006-03-31T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T16:53:20.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mama: (calls the restaurant for a reservation) Miss, pa-reserve for five sa Friday.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: Ma'am kahit wag na po, ok lang.&lt;br /&gt;Mama: Miss sige na, birthday kasi ng anak ko eh. Gusto ko siyang i-surprise.&lt;br /&gt;She had this phone conversation in front of me. Okayyyy.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Ven: Co-head ako for fund raisings for Tugon next year :)&lt;br /&gt;Gabbie: Ah talaga?! Ano yun?&lt;br /&gt;MM: Gaga Gab. Cowhead, yung gatas?&lt;br /&gt;Homaygallehhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday, MM. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114379520006506276?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114379520006506276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114379520006506276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114379520006506276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114379520006506276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/mama-calls-restaurant-for-reservation.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114354089261680180</id><published>2006-03-28T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T18:14:52.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So yeah, it's final. :) Giv just gave me a CD of the Ops files (which were still from Ianne's time), and she's now giving me the freedom to get the stuff in her cabinet (aside from her acads stuff hahaha) so I can scour over them.&lt;br /&gt;Thiziziiiiit. :))&lt;br /&gt;It's scary though, but I'm enjoying the job so far (masarap mangulit at magtext).&lt;br /&gt;kdjfaklfjlajdflkasjflkajlfjalkfjsdlkjfslkajfklfjslfd. Ang init!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114354089261680180?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114354089261680180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114354089261680180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114354089261680180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114354089261680180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-yeah-its-final.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114328326447445763</id><published>2006-03-25T18:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T18:41:04.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/1600/r13.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/320/r13.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hah. And Kamae and I used to dislike our English block because we thought R13 was... well, gonnna be boring. ;)&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway I could attest that we didn't click &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; much, but I guess there's still that something within R13 that you'll miss. For some reason we were put together as one class, to survive over Perez, Cardenas, Darvin, and the grueling papers and tests that came along with them. Six hours a week, two semesters, thirty-seven people. Yay. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114328326447445763?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114328326447445763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114328326447445763&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114328326447445763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114328326447445763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/hah.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114308503564726363</id><published>2006-03-23T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T11:37:15.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So it's done, I'm no longer a freshman, I have no more schoolwork to worry about (pero org work meron pa hahaha :P) and blahblahblah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Point is, wala na tayong rason para mag-usap. Humanap ka naman by next year, o.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So anywayyy I didn't study for any of my finals. Wala tinamad talaga ako pare, olats naman kasi hindi pa naexempt sa Spanish tsaka sa ES. I just browsed my ntoes and played Solitaire, YM, achuchuchu insert whatever dito, at ewan ko na talga. So hindi ako magtataka kung sabog talaga grades ko this sem, pwera nalang kung may chamba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm gonna be normal next sem. Hahaha. I mean I'm not gonna take up Accounting and Ma19 simultaneously. Technically I'm underload-ed next sem (15 units lang kasi nag FLC na ako), pero baka lagyan ng free elective para maging normal ako. And I can take another FLC as that free elective so... I'm normal. What's weird is I get to have Accounting first before Ma19 (second year second sem). So yun. Sana gets niyo, pero wala rin naman kayong pake hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Summer is reserved for Guidon, ANI, Psy101, and Hi16/18. Okayyyyyyy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uuwi na ako mamaya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114308503564726363?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114308503564726363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114308503564726363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114308503564726363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114308503564726363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-its-done-im-no-longer-freshman-i.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114295207912006879</id><published>2006-03-21T22:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:41:19.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Huwag mo nang itanong sa akin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Di ko rin naman sasabihin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Huwag mo nang itanong sa akin&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;At di ko na iisipin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;One of the hardest things in life is to admit that you did your best while aiming for something, only to realize that it wasn't meant for you at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114295207912006879?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114295207912006879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114295207912006879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114295207912006879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114295207912006879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/huwag-mo-nang-itanong-sa-akin-di-ko.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114285192929179683</id><published>2006-03-20T18:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T09:32:13.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG NONA'S ALIVE! I haven't talked to her for three weeks now but she's alive!!!! Wooohooo. She hasn't been online for the past month, and I suppose they moved already (coz she has a new landline number now). Well anyway she's alive and she still remembers my birthday! (Gaga ka ba MM, bestfriend mo yan alangang kalimutan yun hahaha.) Anyway I told her I wanted her to come back here for my birthday woooooo pleeeeaaaaseee Nok. :(&lt;br /&gt;God I miss Nonaaaaaaaaaaaa there's no one to slap me anymore when I'm down about the most shallow things on earth. No more lunchmate no more chickenfriend :( Oh welllllll&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114285192929179683?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114285192929179683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114285192929179683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114285192929179683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114285192929179683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/omg-nonas-alive-i-havent-talked-to-her.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114266473864670275</id><published>2006-03-18T14:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:37:03.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AAAAAAAA. Ngayon lang nagsisink-in. After making the e-groups. :) After one glass of orange juice and cute christmas lights from yesterday's informal turnover. After some work. :)&lt;br /&gt;Fourteen different people, four loveteams (haha), one EB. :)&lt;br /&gt;I can't go home after the finals coz we have to go to the graduation to distribute the gradmags. We're probably gonna be having the formal turnover the day after, so... there. Plansem pa. Wooooooooot. :)&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;br /&gt;Nakakatamad gumawa ng Fil paper. Aaaaaaa.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;ES Lab finals&lt;br /&gt;Spanish supersuper quiz&lt;br /&gt;PE Par Course&lt;br /&gt;Spanish tortilla&lt;br /&gt;Math LT 4&lt;br /&gt;En12 reflection paper&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math finals&lt;br /&gt;Sp1 finals&lt;br /&gt;Lit finals&lt;br /&gt;ES finals (?)&lt;br /&gt;Readership survey, hihihi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114266473864670275?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114266473864670275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114266473864670275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114266473864670275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114266473864670275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/aaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114249695081106057</id><published>2006-03-16T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T16:15:50.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We're finally here.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord. Thank you for everyone who... supported me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOOOHOOOO I start working tomorrow! :) (Well actually kanina rin hahaha.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114249695081106057?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114249695081106057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114249695081106057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114249695081106057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114249695081106057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/were-finally-here.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114242303334307357</id><published>2006-03-15T19:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:43:53.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMFGGGGGGGG EB RACE RESULTS ARE OUT, THEY'RE AT THE PUB. WTF I LIVE THIRTY MINUTES AWAY FROM SCHOOL AND I DON'T PLAN TO GO THERE TONIGHT JUST TO CHECK WHETHER I (AND WE) MADE IT OR NOT. SO ITUTULOG KO NALANG 'TO NOT UNLESS SOMEONE LETS THE CAT OUT OF THE BAG BY TONIGHT. WELL NOT REALLY, SINCE NAKAPOST NA TALAGA DOON. BOOOOOOHOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;So I just had to say that. Sorry, coz as you can see the EB Race was a sem long race. I didn't want the job before but after all this work... I don't know. Either way, I know it's God's will.&lt;br /&gt;SDJSLAKFJLSDFKLSAJFLASJFL. HOMAYGALLEHHHHH.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114242303334307357?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114242303334307357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114242303334307357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114242303334307357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114242303334307357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/omfgggggggg-eb-race-results-are-out.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114234478565690521</id><published>2006-03-14T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:59:45.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Five more regular classes. Four, not counting the long test for Math on Friday. Three days left.&lt;br /&gt;Last R13 meeting tomorrow. Not counting the finals.&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEEK. Everything's been too fast. Really.&lt;br /&gt;Audition nalang tayo para sa PBB Teen Edition. My dad's prodding me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114234478565690521?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114234478565690521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114234478565690521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114234478565690521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114234478565690521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/five-more-regular-classes.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114204498345524675</id><published>2006-03-11T10:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T10:43:03.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two weeks til freshman year is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Get insurance, get lab breakage refund, get exam permit)&lt;br /&gt;ES Lab finals&lt;br /&gt;Sp1 supersuperquiz&lt;br /&gt;PE Par Course&lt;br /&gt;Sp1 tortilla&lt;br /&gt;Math LT4&lt;br /&gt;En12 reflection paper&lt;br /&gt;Math finals&lt;br /&gt;Sp1 finals&lt;br /&gt;Lit finals&lt;br /&gt;Lit orals&lt;br /&gt;Fil12 paper&lt;br /&gt;READERSHIP SURVEYYYYYYYY.&lt;br /&gt;ES finals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114204498345524675?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114204498345524675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114204498345524675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114204498345524675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114204498345524675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/two-weeks-til-freshman-year-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114198646443054009</id><published>2006-03-10T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T18:57:40.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>AWWWW MAAAAN. I just read this from Ms. Karen's blog. R13!!! Ohmy, I love her. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;R-13 I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;Can the class just be so super?? It was hard to give up the class I taught fiction to last sem, and i wished so bad that they would get a cool poetry/drama teacher. they got RON and i was so pleased. after their initial 'ma'm is he ok?' 'ma'm you na lang', they settled in nicely and happily with ron. and the class is so much the better for it. i say experience as many teachers as you can. that's the grandest way to learn because learning isn't just the material, but more so the person who conveys it to you. that's what you remember. the who. more so than the what..he play was such a thrill because of the energy, the bonding, the cooperation and the sparkle in the kids. i'm sure there were hassles, and irritations, but that night was superb.&lt;br /&gt;i love you guys. i can't wait to see you blossom over the next three years! well done!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, I knew it. She loved us. :)) Hey Ma'am, you were wonderful too. :D&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;So I went back to the doctor today, hoping to get this effing cast pulled out from my leg, have its freedom for a few minutes, and return to its normal dysfunctional state this time with fiberglass. But no, he just removed the bandage and turned it around, uh, just so my friends can write on it all over again? Whatever. It just sucks to waste money when your doctor tells you "Sige, sa March 29 na natin palitan to, ok pa naman eh." Sayang gas, sayang pera, sayang oras. Booo.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well at least naging alipin ko si Papa for a while. &gt;:) Mwehehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Yay no more hell week!!!! Wheeee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114198646443054009?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114198646443054009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114198646443054009&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114198646443054009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114198646443054009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/awwww-maaaan.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114190114915278778</id><published>2006-03-09T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:45:49.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>YAY! Señor Prado es muy guapo y simpatico! Hahaha. I got a 13.5/15 for my orals, which is good enough coz it's Prado and it's the history of the Philippines haha. Yay, hayaan niyo na muna ako magyabang minsan lang to. PERO. PERO. PERO. Namaaan, exemption from the finals is 14/15. Kamusta naman ayaw pa ako pagbigyan ni Señor Libo-on kasi hindi daw 14 yun. Sorehhh. Mathematically speaking exempted na dapat ako dahil 13.5, when rounded off, is 14. Boooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;One more chance to get exempted- the quiz on Tuesday. A na to!&lt;br /&gt;:D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;Wheeeee. Six school days left, and finalsfinalsfinals. Math ES Lit Spanish ang finals ko, pero Lord sana maexempt sa ES and Spanish teeeheee. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114190114915278778?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114190114915278778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114190114915278778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114190114915278778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114190114915278778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/yay-seor-prado-es-muy-guapo-y.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114181011047897343</id><published>2006-03-08T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T17:28:30.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So kamusta naman ang orals?&lt;br /&gt;1. Si Prado ang proctor ko.&lt;br /&gt;2. Yung #5 yung topic!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ok lang, ok naman yung partner ko eh. Tsaka sabi ni Prado, "Bien". So hello, finals. Malamang hindi ako makaka-B+ nito. Ok lang sabi naman ni Prado guapa kami =))&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, the end is near.&lt;br /&gt;Monday na daw irerelease yung results for the EB race sabi ni Tasha. Kamusta naman. Hindi man lang ako makaakyat ng Pub, :)). Lord bahala na kayo, basta ako anything will do. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114181011047897343?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114181011047897343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114181011047897343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114181011047897343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114181011047897343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/so-kamusta-naman-ang-orals-1.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114163305711982295</id><published>2006-03-06T16:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T16:17:37.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>And now the EdBoard race for me is over.&lt;br /&gt;(Well there's still the consti, but heck I'M OVER!)&lt;br /&gt;The panel interview was okay, partly since the senior eds were casual about it and we had some jokes in between. I was talking for more than half of those nerve-wrecking forty five minutes, but well it's over now yayyyyyyy.&lt;br /&gt;Lit! Lit! I'm loving Lit, hahahah. &amp;hearts;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow: PE101 finals, ES Lab Plant Care Project, ES Poster for Lec&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday: Sp1 orals, Ma11 official assignment&lt;br /&gt;Yayyyy. Yay! :D HAHA.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114163305711982295?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114163305711982295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114163305711982295&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114163305711982295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114163305711982295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-now-edboard-race-for-me-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114146680797731905</id><published>2006-03-04T17:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:06:47.990+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Flicker won :D Best Lights and Sounds, Best Costumes, Best Supporting Actress (Vicky!), Best Actress (Karla!), and Best Play. Yay, I'm so proud of my block, especially Samboy who's been doing all this hard work since forever. &amp;hearts; Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm gonna be stuck with a cast for six weeks. I have to wear crutches, too, to match with the trend. The only dilemma within me is the fact that I have to walk long/short/long/short distances to and fro my classes everyday, and of course I still want to be alive on my seventeenth birthday. Oh Lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;I have a bitter feeling towards this state, but I can't possibly do anything anymore. It's here, so... autographs on my cast, anyone? :P (It's covered with cloth, though... booo.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114146680797731905?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114146680797731905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114146680797731905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114146680797731905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114146680797731905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/flicker-won-d-best-lights-and-sounds.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114129594031010310</id><published>2006-03-02T18:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T18:39:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(Pucha siningitan ko na naman ng Tagalog yung pure English na sana. haha. Di ko na ata talaga kaya magsulat ng straight english na matino=)))&lt;br /&gt;And I cut class for the first time. Two classes at that.&lt;br /&gt;Seriously spraining your ankle is such a stupid accident. Or a stupid coincidence, at that. Either way it's just plain bad to have your companion almost limping with you just to pick up with your slow pace. And it hurts, too.&lt;br /&gt;(Okay so that sounded like something you can interpret in another context.)&lt;br /&gt;I think I better recall all the details because the moment was fun. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;I was going down from the Caf up stairs with Lesley, because we were supposed to walk to class together (mine was in SECA, hers was in CTC). While we were in that part of the staircase that leads to Schmitt Hall and other parts of the campus (haha poor description, well just to tell you that it wasn't (a) the steep trail from Gonzaga/Zen, (b) the staircase that leads to the Caf, or (c) any other staircase you can imagine). So there, knowing Lesley, she kind of panicked (which is normal for her, but I like Lesley when she panicks coz she still thinks straight hihi). She told me to call Kath, who was in the Pub then, to help me go to the Infirmary. When Kath came and saw me and decided to call somebody from the infirmary and I was left with Lesley again, I was telling Lesley to leave already since she would be late for class. And knowing Lesley (again), she didn't want to leave me again coz she was feeling guilty. I was kind of shooing her away already since it was okay, really, and I wanted to cry when she was leaving coz she was so sweet awww. :( Well anyway Kath came back and told me that the doctor wanted me to WALK to the infirmary, but wtf makakalakad ba ko sa lagay na yun. Abi came by and stayed with me while Kath went back to the infirmary (coz di daw niya ako kayang buhatin hahaha!), and sa wakas sa tulong ni Papa God dumating yung doctor and wheelchair! Wheee! By that time dumating na rin si Tasha so medyo tatlo ang bodyguards ko. Hihi. When the nurse saw that I had three companions, I think she really wanted to laugh hihi. When they were asked to leave, Kath told me "O magreareadership survey ka pa!" Haha. Sa totoo lang nung nasprain ako... una kong naisip "Magcucut ako ng ES patay" and "Shit di ako makakapagreadership survey" :)) That's what The Guidon does to you, hihi.   &lt;br /&gt;So the nurse checked up on me, and she let me lie down with a cold compress. I cut Spanish too, buti nalang wala ganong ginawa daw. Dinalaw pa ko ni Gab eeeek boyfriend. ;) HAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;And guess what, I went to PE. Tangina, PE. I went to the non- credited class, for hopes of (READ:) getting to distribute the readership surveys. Haha freak. And discussing the class project, too. :) When I entered the room my prof was like "O MM, ngayon ka lang ata nalate." Yes sir, sa last lecture niyo pa. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that Daphine is such a supportive friend? Makes me hate her. Haha inside story, thanks Daph. :)&lt;br /&gt;So lesson for the day: "Don't rush."&lt;br /&gt;=))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114129594031010310?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114129594031010310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114129594031010310&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114129594031010310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114129594031010310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/pucha-siningitan-ko-na-naman-ng.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114121055523748407</id><published>2006-03-01T18:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T18:55:55.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What an eventful Ash Wednesday. :P&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have Lit because of the mass, and I thought my Fil teacher would start our class later than the usual because of the mass. But hell I think out of us thirty something in class (plus our Fil prof), about only three people went to mass (including me). Haha. Yan, late tuloy.&lt;br /&gt;After Fil, I went to NBS to meet with Jaja. We were supposed to meet with Beth, Carmel, Inna, and Dap twenty minutes later, but because of my slowpoke friends (haha joke lang, more of tuliro thanks to Carmel :P) we started eating by two o'clock booohooooo. And let's just say that deciding where to eat was such a struggle it gave me and Jaja more exercise. :))&lt;br /&gt;We ate lunch at World Topps and that ice cream bar at Shakey's. Nyaaa I miss these people. :)&lt;br /&gt;I went back to school to see the Lit play practice at Bel field. :D :D :D And suddenly, Ayessa and I had this weird Ateneo Lovapalooza idea. :))&lt;br /&gt;Happy dayyyyyyy. &amp;hearts; :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114121055523748407?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114121055523748407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114121055523748407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114121055523748407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114121055523748407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-eventful-ash-wednesday.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114112569126091371</id><published>2006-02-28T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T19:21:31.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My orals were moved to March 8 (yay!), which makes me the second to the last student to have the orals. My scheule is 4:10-4:20, and I'm assuming that the last spot is for that of 4:20-4:30.&lt;br /&gt;Geez I hope the panelists give me an easy A, because by that time, they'd probably get tired of hearing students muttering bad Spanish (hahaha!) all over agaiiin. :P&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's Ash Wednesday; I hope they cancel the classes at 10:30 so I can attend the mass (and so that we won't have Lit again, yayyy hahaha).&lt;br /&gt;The weather's summery :)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Pota nageenglish na naman ako nakakabarok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114112569126091371?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114112569126091371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114112569126091371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114112569126091371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114112569126091371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-orals-were-moved-to-march-8-yay.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114102594106262008</id><published>2006-02-27T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:39:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think there are more disadvantages in the part of not having classes for four straight days, because the only pros we see in this scenario are for the more selfish concerns. We get to rest and take more time to study for upcoming tests and other acads stuff, but hell can you really do that when for a fact, you know for a reason that why you're not in class today is because of the chaos this country is endlessly creating? So many events have been either moved or cancelled just because of lack of unity, and well, I don't want to dwell in those political thingamajigs further. Let's just pray.&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I'm hoping that my orals will be moved even just for a single day, and that I'll still be sane as ever by the time this semester ends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114102594106262008?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114102594106262008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114102594106262008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114102594106262008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114102594106262008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-think-there-are-more-disadvantages.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114086233859976772</id><published>2006-02-25T18:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T18:12:18.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mi amigos en mi clase en literatura es muy divertido! Nosotros fui en la escuela hoy para practicar en somos juego (PLAY! haha). [El naranja es muy agrio, booo.]&lt;br /&gt;Tambien, el juego (PLAY! haha) "Maiba, Taya!" es cancelado porque en el coup d'etat. Yo (will) vigilo tres de marso (nalang).&lt;br /&gt;Booooo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114086233859976772?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114086233859976772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114086233859976772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114086233859976772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114086233859976772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/mi-amigos-en-mi-clase-en-literatura-es.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114079035593933428</id><published>2006-02-24T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T22:14:56.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hoy, me despierto a las siete impunto. Me llevante a las siete y media para banar y cepillar los dientes, pero no hay clase hoy porque los sundalos y militares crea a coup d'etat.&lt;br /&gt;Desayune y bebe leche, despues, yo lee la diaryo. Yo estudie para matematica y examen en oral y espanol. Despues, yo vigile televicion para noticias. El presidente es muy estupida y irritable! Sin verguenza! Ella no tiene cara para presentarse a los gentes en las Filipinas. Que barbaridad!&lt;br /&gt;Por la tarde, yo fui en la universidad Ateneo de Manila para practice en la (play) en Literatura.(Pero wala na akong naabutan haha). Despues, yo come en KFC con Samboy y Regine. Nosotros, con Kaity, Miggy y Jan vigilamos Gabriella: An Oratorio para puntos bonus en Ingles. =))&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, tengo sueno. Buenas noches!&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Excuse the grammatical errors and lack of punctuation marks and stress(es). Haha. I plan to do this everyday until my Spanish orals (on Wednesday na!!!). PLEASE COMMENT ON THE GRAMMATICAL ERRORS I NEED HELP! =))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114079035593933428?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114079035593933428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114079035593933428&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114079035593933428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114079035593933428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/hoy-me-despierto-las-siete-impunto.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114068520068284769</id><published>2006-02-23T16:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T17:11:58.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hell week is coming to townnnnn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 24-&lt;/strong&gt; Lit Quiz, Fil readings, 430-6 meeting, 730-930 play at UP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 25-&lt;/strong&gt; Lit play practice 10AM-5PM, 3-5 Enta play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb26-&lt;/strong&gt; Sunday, pero hello tambak pa rin aralaralaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 27-&lt;/strong&gt; EBAM, start readership survey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feb 28-&lt;/strong&gt; Two lab reports due, Sp1 class orals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 1-&lt;/strong&gt; SPANISH 1 FINAL ORALS (410-420) Lord, wag sana ako mapunta kay Prado... please lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 2-&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar3&lt;/strong&gt;- Lit play, Ma11 official assignment, Fil consultation, LS Awards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 4, 5-&lt;/strong&gt; Weekend, sana naman makatulog na ako nito. Gusto ko umuwi ng Tarlac sa mga araw na to para magawa yung scrapbook sa Sp1 hihi. Mas gumagana creative skills ko pag nasa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 6-&lt;/strong&gt; 145-230 panel interview, En12 thesis statement, Fil12 draft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 7-&lt;/strong&gt; ES poster (40% of grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 8-&lt;/strong&gt; ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mar 9-&lt;/strong&gt; Sp1 LT3, Sp1 scrapbook, Presentation of revisted Consti&lt;br /&gt;I swear may katuloy pa yan. May in betweens pa pala. Shetttttt. :((&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114068520068284769?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114068520068284769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114068520068284769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114068520068284769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114068520068284769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/hell-week-is-coming-to-townnnnn.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114059941711862443</id><published>2006-02-22T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:19:00.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(yesterday's post)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To most CHSians, Mrs. Francisco was just another ordinary teacher. She came to class, made us laugh, and taught us every other thing by the book and by experience almost everyday. Although she was considered to be one of the corniest teachers on campus, (almost) everyone loved her because of her sunny disposition and her close relationship to most students.&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I received a message saying that Mrs. Francisco passed away last night. I was so shocked even though I knew that roughly two years ago, Mrs. F had to stop teaching because she was diagnosed with (breast?) cancer. The last time our whole batch saw her was when she attended one of our graduation practices- she was losing most of her hair by that time. I remember seeing her cry for the first-and the last-time, and we all felt for the teacher who taught us tons of home economics skills.&lt;br /&gt;I last saw her about five months ago, at a grocery in Tarlac. Even if I knew then that her sickness was getting worse, her smiling face and warm personality made up for the physical and emotional pain she was bearing.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I'll always remember about Mrs. F was her persistence to teach us with the things, or lessons, that were behind the skills she was partaking her time and knowledge with. During my third year in high school, she taught us how to knit/crochet. Being the slow learner that I was when it came to these things, I found a hard time dealing with the thick needle and the ball of yarn that any cat could afford to play with. She didn't stop convincing me that I could do better, and little by little, I came to learn more than the basics. Apart from the required project, I was able to create two more centerpieces because of my sudden love for the craft. Mrs F then commented my hard-earned skill and told my other classmates, "Eto ang story to share eh, tingnan mo ayaw na ayaw dati ngayon gustong gusto na". (Awww :))&lt;br /&gt;She was also this huge F4/Jerry Yan fan, and we would spend at least a minute or two for every period just to discuss the latest episode of Meteor Garden. During those times, we felt like she was just someone like us- that classmate or friend whom you can turn on to anytime or anywhere, even if she still had the teacher figure within her.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Francisco was definitely more than a teacher to all of us (clicheic as it may seem). She was our real friend, our sister, and one of our second mothers. I'm sure every CHSian who went under her learned something significant and worth sharing to everyone. We'll miss you, Mrs. F, and you'll remain one of the most important people in our lives, as you built the institutions within us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114059941711862443?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114059941711862443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114059941711862443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114059941711862443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114059941711862443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/yesterdays-post-to-most-chsians-mrs.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114044433129838293</id><published>2006-02-20T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T22:05:31.916+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gaaaaaaaaad, I don't want to take summer classes anymore because I need to take a break from all of this... &lt;em&gt;work&lt;/em&gt;. Hell anong magagawa ko magsasabay lang talaga ang Accounting at Ma19 ko. I need to go to SOM tomorrow for that advisement thing.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized that the first week of March will be my hell week. &gt;:P Oh please- panel interview, Fil12 first draft, Lit play, Math assignment, ES poster (?), English thesis statement (?), Spanish orals, and Godknowswhatelse. Help me help meeeeee. The only thing I'm praying for right now is for the Lord to give me what I can handle, and what I deserve. And I hope He helps me deal with the things (some of which I don't really like) that I am about to see. Rawrrrrrr.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just watch Close To You. Stress reliever naman o please.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114044433129838293?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114044433129838293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114044433129838293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114044433129838293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114044433129838293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/gaaaaaaaaad-i-dont-want-to-take-summer.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114035206112525082</id><published>2006-02-19T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T20:27:41.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So even if I almost threw up because of a triggered nervous system before our miting de avance, the dinner-after at Chicken Bacolod was worth covering the mistakes I committed. : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well whatever, at least I did my best. Haha.Revising the constitution and panel interview nalang, yay! (YATA. Hahaha). :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thank Lord and the people of the Philippines, and The Guidon hahaha. :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114035206112525082?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114035206112525082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114035206112525082&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114035206112525082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114035206112525082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/so-even-if-i-almost-threw-up-because.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114008679738917337</id><published>2006-02-16T18:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T18:46:37.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Riiiiiiight. The last miting de avance I took part in (meaning I was more than a listener) was way back sixth grade. I lost, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;So I feel like I'm gonna screw this one big time. Not that I'm complaining, but hell three minutes is gonna be pure torture this time. With matching simple business attire, thankyouvermuch.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaaad maybe I'm just really nervous about this, and I'm getting paranoid all over. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;(At eto lang ha, potek ES na nga lang palpak pa akooooooooo. I swear I'm gonna do that count-all-the-classrooms-in-Ateneo project, no matter what it takes. I know, right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114008679738917337?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114008679738917337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114008679738917337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114008679738917337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114008679738917337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/riiiiiiight.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-114001119852037379</id><published>2006-02-15T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T21:46:38.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today's been so crazy, weird, fun, and... really really tiring. I stayed in school for twelve hours, and nothing has ever felt so exhausting and chaotic and euphoric all at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;I've been acting strangely all day. During Fil, I wanted to just burst out because of mixed emotions (actually, up to now, I still want to do so). My actions definitely defined being krung krung in its truest sense, and frankly I've NEVER really felt this way. (I was questioning myself if I'd gone too insane over the past few days, hahah).Good thing my mind was programmed to set up a time management program, otherwise I would've gone ballastic this week.&lt;br /&gt;Everything's going fine and happy and perky anyway, so I'm not really complaining about this. Everytime a requirement is accomplished, I helplessly ask myself for the reason why I'm still staying in this race. It's not about thinking pessimistic thoughts; I think it's more of doubting myself and the changes I have undergone ever since college started. I've become more persistent on the things I delve into, and I don't easily quit anymore. It's a nice change, really, and the only thing I question behind this is the source of all these changes that have entered my system so... quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Well just. Maybe this is the time I've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;Oh. And when I got home and my dad called to ask how my day was, hahaha I cried. I think he noticed it coz he was repeatedly asking me if something was wrong and why my tone was so sad. I didn't want to break down with him hearing it anyway, since I told him I wasn't going to quit anytime now.&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I wasn't not crying because of exhaustion or because I'm willing to give up what's been consuming most of my time now. I actually don't know why I cried. After my dad and I talked, some friend of my cousin called and hahahah I cried again. I know, it's so weird. So maybe I feel sad about... the phone?! Holy shit I really am becoming a retard.&lt;br /&gt;It's weird, but the only reason I can find behind these tears is the fact that I lack sleep. =)) Namaaaaan o. I wouldn't wonder if you decide to avoid me after reading this post. Thankyou people for not noticing that I have been acting like a moron for months now.&lt;br /&gt;Gaaaad sleep sleep sleeeeeep!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-114001119852037379?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/114001119852037379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=114001119852037379&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114001119852037379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/114001119852037379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/todays-been-so-crazy-weird-fun-and.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113991042089681026</id><published>2006-02-14T17:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T17:52:06.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Because I am bad at Math and I am just taking up Ma11 this sem and my blockmates (with the exception of me and Guido) are all together in their Ma19 class... I wasn't able to hear the guys sing a song for the girls in the block today. Awww. Hahaha. Charles made up for it pero pwede baaaaaaaaaaa nagfeefeeling boy band lang yun. :)) Palibhasa spoiler eh, sinabi na niya yung "secret" na yun kahapon. ("Anong feeling mo lalake ako?!" Hahahhahahaha)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Kamae: O nasan girlfriend mo?&lt;br /&gt;Charles: ?&lt;br /&gt;Kamae: Si Jaq.&lt;br /&gt;Charles: Kasama boyfriend niya.&lt;br /&gt;Kamae: Si Denis? =))&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Haneppppppppp.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Nagdate kami ni Tasha sa Starbucks and someone gave her a stern look hahaha Tasha hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon kami ng decent conversation ni Sir Darvin aaaaa!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Masaya masaya. :)) Diba Gabbie solve solve today may hinanap nga lang na iba. :))&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Papa (through MMS): Happy Valentine anak.&lt;br /&gt;Nyiiiihihihi nakakaaliw talaga tatay ko. ♥&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113991042089681026?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113991042089681026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113991042089681026&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113991042089681026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113991042089681026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-i-am-bad-at-math-and-i-am-just.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113975198604264508</id><published>2006-02-12T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:46:26.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Tetet's birthday today! :) Dap, Carmel, and I surprised her by going to her house... akala kasi niya hindi kami umuwi ni Dap. Pagdating namin sinampal ba naman niya si Dap sabay sabi, "Walangya ka sabi mo hindi ka uuwi!" :)) I miss Tetet. I wish she was just here with us in Manila :(&lt;br /&gt;While I was on the way to Manila from Tarlac, I suddenly felt.. perky. Haha. Kung pwde nga lang gisingin ko lahat ng tao sa kotse para magspread ng happiness. Hyper vibes... better days, yes. Thank you. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113975198604264508?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113975198604264508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113975198604264508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113975198604264508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113975198604264508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-tetets-birthday-today-dap-carmel.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113955344405379098</id><published>2006-02-10T14:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:37:24.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ever since I got to Ateneo, I never realized how much Math could change my life. First it goes around messing up with the units I need to take, and second, it makes me feel mediocre towards myself. But then again the drastic change it made was me, learning to love Math. :)&lt;br /&gt;And having a teacher who &lt;em&gt;cares&lt;/em&gt; enough for you and your grades, and who is conscious of the needs of her class, is definitely something. The something that most of them don't have. :D&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Yay, I got to recite in Lit again. It feels good to be able to pop out a correct answer once in a while, even if I don't really like poetry and drama at that. &gt;:( Somehow I've learned that when you're in the middle of something you don't like but would want to be quite interested in, it just takes persistence and belief in yourself. Sometimes it takes too much to realize that, too.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It amazes me that you still portray your existence, even if sometimes I'd rather see you in another light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113955344405379098?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113955344405379098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113955344405379098&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113955344405379098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113955344405379098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/ever-since-i-got-to-ateneo-i-never.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113948090456524940</id><published>2006-02-09T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:32:52.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm supposed to be the master of working under pressure by now. I don't mean it by time pressure, I mean it by... &lt;em&gt;pressured&lt;/em&gt; pressure. The kind that's invisible but creates the most impact of all.&lt;br /&gt;Shirlyn was right. Yeah. Definitely. Nakng akala ko pa man din it was the grandest thing to have when you're vying for something. Shittttttt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Parang si abstain tuloy ang kalaban ko.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It amazes me on why I'm still here. I mean this is a positive sign, and... it's just weird. MM, not giving up easily. Hell that's kinda new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113948090456524940?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113948090456524940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113948090456524940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113948090456524940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113948090456524940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-supposed-to-be-master-of-working.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113940175641539728</id><published>2006-02-08T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:29:16.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WE JUST HAD OUR AMBUSH MITING DE AVANCE (as Lesley puts it) today. Taenaaaaaaaaaa. Pwede ba it's over. Shetshetshetshetshet.&lt;br /&gt;Ironically, after my "speech", even if I told Tasha that I wanted to quit the EB race right then, I knew I wanted to stay. I knew I had to be persistent, I knew I could still do this.&lt;br /&gt;I've learned. More than enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113940175641539728?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113940175641539728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113940175641539728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113940175641539728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113940175641539728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-just-had-our-ambush-miting-de.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113931071902794317</id><published>2006-02-07T19:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T19:11:59.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having pangs of insecurities again. I wonder if these will ever stop from haunting me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113931071902794317?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113931071902794317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113931071902794317&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113931071902794317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113931071902794317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-sleepy_07.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113921072729979492</id><published>2006-02-06T15:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T16:30:03.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the six hours I was away from home today, I:&lt;br /&gt;- went to JP Laurel High for ANI's public school visits&lt;br /&gt;- met nice, new friends :)&lt;br /&gt;[No, MM, no! =))]&lt;br /&gt;- saw JAJA!!!!!!!! Highlight of the day hahaha. Haven't seen her since my birthday :)&lt;br /&gt;- watched Little Manhattan ♥ with Gabbie&lt;br /&gt;- commuted by myself for the first time&lt;br /&gt;O yun lang. Feeling ko loaded na yung araw ko dahil dun. Hahahaha, excuse me from finding happiness over shallow things. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113921072729979492?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113921072729979492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113921072729979492&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113921072729979492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113921072729979492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-six-hours-i-was-away-from-home.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113912682401584615</id><published>2006-02-05T16:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:07:04.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Once on This Island was love! :) I watched it together with some English blockmates last night, and the only downside was the view from our seats. &gt;:P Oh well it was &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; worth it though, and I understand why Sir Darvin really wanted us to watch it.&lt;br /&gt;I'm having qualms again about pursuing my requirements for the EB race. As if this hasn't happened to me before, but this time, the reasons are quite shallow but a bit work-related (in my case alone, hahaha). I'm supposed to disregard them because paranoid me is hitting all over again, but you know me and I always let things like these go over me and my plans.&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na. Ulit.&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, things are going waaaay better than expected these days. :) :) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ADVERTISE!! LOYOLA LAMPOON! PLEASE, MALAPIT NA ANG BALENTAYMS. HAHAHA. I need to sell five or more boxes. Please, 100 php lang. ;)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113912682401584615?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113912682401584615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113912682401584615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113912682401584615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113912682401584615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/once-on-this-island-was-love-i-watched.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113884229594215381</id><published>2006-02-02T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T17:53:36.613+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No more required summer class for me. :) Unless I want to advance though, hahaha. Yay, thank you Lord.  :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Spanish LT was okay. Memorizing those freaking lines were worth it.&lt;br /&gt;I spent one hour at OAS today, at hello dalawang classroom lang ang napareserve ko. Ganun kabagaaaaal. Tapos down pa yung servers nung hapon. Sheesh, I swear these are the signs that I feel are those that signal me to quit the Guidon. Hahahahha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113884229594215381?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113884229594215381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113884229594215381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113884229594215381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113884229594215381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-more-required-summer-class-for-me.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113870899613048008</id><published>2006-01-31T19:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:03:16.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The second batch of requirements for the EB race and results of Lampoon day were released yesterday. Our team's lampoon won (yay!), even if we came in late (and received deductions, the reason why we didn't win in the one-day paper/tasks part) and were a bit harassed hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;The requirements are a bit hellish though (well yeah as expected, hahaha). I was planning to quit the race, but I remembered what Tasha told me before- "You're halfway through naman na, ituloy mo". She's right. I've gained so much through this race that even if I don't get the job, I'm pretty sure I won't regret doing all of what has transpired. Kaya 'to. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113870899613048008?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113870899613048008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113870899613048008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113870899613048008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113870899613048008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/second-batch-of-requirements-for-eb.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113861158589357999</id><published>2006-01-30T16:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T16:59:45.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had two reports today, one for Lit (20% of my grade) and one for Fil (25% of my grade). Things went well, considering that those two classes were side by side. :) Rar now I just have to do.. lots of things still. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;If you're reading this, then yes! Advertise! Nadaanan mo na nga yung lampoon stick ad ko eh hahaha :p Pleaaaase&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113861158589357999?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113861158589357999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113861158589357999&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113861158589357999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113861158589357999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-had-two-reports-today-one-for-lit-20_30.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113836502268367677</id><published>2006-01-27T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T20:30:22.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It somehow amazes (and flatters haha) me on how my mom depends a part of her memory on me. A few hours ago, she called just to ask me if I still remember the name of the restaurant in Thailand which serves cheap and good food. I told her that it was near some hotel we stayed in, and that it had two floors. Hahaha. So much for good memory.&lt;br /&gt;I'm someone who can remember the silliest details ever. I usually don't pay attention to the general part of something; what actually retains in my mind are the smallest details that seem unnoticeable. Like until now, I still remember what I ate during RSPC Day 4. I still remember my comments about my aunt's wedding album, when I was still 6. I still remember an incident in Grade 3 when Jaja got mad at me, and somehow that was the time when Cheez-it was a snack craze within my class. I still remember a few lines from the poem Majel used to rehearse in front of us, way back... Grade 3 too. And whenever I come back to a place I haven't been to for three or more years, I'm still able to remember even the weirdest things that happened during those times.&lt;br /&gt;I'm quite thankful that I have this kind of memory (and not the kind that retains everything I've learned from, say Math or Physics, thankyouverymuch), because it somehow helps the people around me with the small things they need to recall. Like the time in ES lab when we forgot to submit a pre-lab of some sort, and I had to remind Raymond which it was, and it was that time when he called me up to ask what to do. Like that time when Uana forgot that she still had her lab notebook with her and I had to tell her the comments she made upon receiving &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; notebook that IS with her. (Now I sound like a jukebox pressed to release some details haha.) Stuff like that. I feel like these smallest things are what make up a stored incident inside my brain more vivid and true. &lt;br /&gt;Someday, I wish to meet someone who shares this same kind of memory with me. :)&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Krissa asked me a while ago if I do miss home or I get homesick at that.&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, I really don't. It pays that I live with my aunt, and that my parents come over here every week and they call me every night and I get to chat with my brothers through YM. Home constitutes these people I love, so what I just miss is the &lt;em&gt;house&lt;/em&gt; and the atmosphere. Overall, I'm just thankful that they make me feel like they're not one hundred plus kilometers away from me and being present in mind and soul matters. Cheesy but true. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113836502268367677?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113836502268367677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113836502268367677&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113836502268367677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113836502268367677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/it-somehow-amazes-and-flatters-haha-me.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113826841119611849</id><published>2006-01-26T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T19:14:41.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I arrived at my first class after the second bell had rung (I swear I should be leaving the house earlier now) only to find out a few minutes later that our teacher was on a meeting and would not be able to come to class. 8-}&lt;br /&gt;For Spanish class, my prof was late for an hour (although he told us last Tuesday that he would come in on or after 2pm because of a meeting), and while my classmates were on the verge of going out for "mass cutting" (haha), he suddenly barged in. So much for high hopes.&lt;br /&gt;So basically out of the five hours I stayed for in school today, only an hour and a half were made useful. (Less pa nga, considering we were dismissed early for PE since we just had to copy and answer something. Blech.)&lt;br /&gt;It's still in that spectrum of things that make a week good, you know. Despite wasted money and all. (One of my blockmates actually computed the amount we spend for each class- 173 pesos, hahaha. So to my dearest English blockmates, I guess we've wasted near ten thousand already first and second sem, combined. Kalahati yata ng sem free cut sa English haha)&lt;br /&gt;Just a random thought: I wonder how I'll fare in Calculus next year? Considering I'll be having it with Accounting. God I hope I get Debbie Bautista. :(&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;The girl from Chillers knows me already! Last week, I passed by the stall and even before I was supposed  to tell her my order, she was alreay preparing a glass of green mango shake. Kanina rin, the girl told her fellow "vendor" upon seeing me, "Green mango". So leche naman ayoko naman siyang pahiyain kahit gusto ko ng strawberry kanina. :))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113826841119611849?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113826841119611849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113826841119611849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113826841119611849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113826841119611849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-arrived-at-my-first-class-after.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113817816594968834</id><published>2006-01-25T16:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T17:50:01.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I woke up with a very bad mood today, partly because I overslept a bit. I was cranky while talking to my mom and it was a good thing she wasn't that heated up today, too. Otherwise we would clash again... and basically when my mom's got a hot head, things... are not that good. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;I left for school forty minutes before my first class and guess what, I still got late. : My first time ever to be late! Late, (in my terms) meaning that I didn't even get there in time to hear the bell and when I entered my classroom, my favorite perky Math teacher was already discussing polynomials. God it felt so awkward to just butt into a class where everyone was concentrating already. Oh well I just hope this is gonna be the last, and I hope she didn't mark me late. Malamang sayang yung one grade higher pag nasa borderline ka na na dapat perfect attendance ka para makuha mo yun.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day was fine though. Fine fine fine, no more worries at the least. :)&lt;br /&gt;While it was raining so hard hours back, I thought of the heavy pouring as the heaven's (or the sky's) sign of mourning for the death of Ernie Baron. Hahaha!!! Wala lang. Umiiyak ang langit dahil nawala na ang kanilang pinakamamahal na weatherman. Cornyyy. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113817816594968834?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113817816594968834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113817816594968834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113817816594968834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113817816594968834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-woke-up-with-very-bad-mood-today.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113810664082567982</id><published>2006-01-24T20:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T20:44:00.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gusto ko bukas, pagkagising ko, umuulan. :)&lt;br /&gt;Hahaha. Everything's starting to fall into place. I'm no longer harassed or stressed or haggard or cranky about what's around me. Well, at least, for the last two days. It pays to spend some of your time in the chapel everyday, coz it's definitely that one place on campus that makes you forget about every bad thing you just want to bury underneath. Maika was right all along, it works when you just lift up everything to Him.&lt;br /&gt;We're doing this report on Filipino about Tagalog romantic comedies. I'm doing a paper about &lt;em&gt;fantaseryes&lt;/em&gt;. This IS patriotism you know. And respect for the uniqueness of Philippine media and culture. :p I'm having fun though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113810664082567982?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113810664082567982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113810664082567982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113810664082567982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113810664082567982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/gusto-ko-bukas-pagkagising-ko-umuulan.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113800612115459982</id><published>2006-01-23T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T16:48:42.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Text message of the day (from my dad):&lt;br /&gt;"Galing mo talaga nagmana ka sa tatay mo heh heh"&lt;br /&gt;Sus sino kayang mayabang sating dalawa no?! :))&lt;br /&gt;Advisory marks were (again) released today. Dismal. Hahaha. Better than last sem's, pero weh dismal pa rin talaga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113800612115459982?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113800612115459982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113800612115459982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113800612115459982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113800612115459982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/text-message-of-day-from-my-dad-galing.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113793551373517544</id><published>2006-01-22T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T21:19:57.506+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/1600/9f35scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/320/9f35scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/1600/5ac8scd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/320/5ac8scd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay, this is what happens to me when I am caught idle and therefore, I find the need to do something productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will never forget you, Lampoon day and your semi-tedious but fun challenges.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113793551373517544?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113793551373517544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113793551373517544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113793551373517544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113793551373517544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/okay-this-is-what-happens-to-me-when-i.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113791309720317047</id><published>2006-01-22T14:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T14:58:17.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I sooo don't want to get started on my English paper. It's due this friday (the first draft), and we're not meeting the whole week for us to "have time on working on the paper". Duh.&lt;br /&gt;First of all, I was so engrossed with writing about something related to test tube babies, but my prof didn't want it since according to her, it was too "technical". She didn't want that E-vat thing either since gasgas na daw. (Susme nagbabasa ka ba ng dyaryo Nobyembre lang naimplement yun at ngayon lang natin nararamdaman yung mga halatang epekto). So I'm off here with a topic about pop culture, and fantasy tv shows.&lt;br /&gt;I actually have nothing against it, in fact, I had fun looking for sources (not to mention an equally hard time, hahaha). I just hate it that my prof is not one of those teachers who let their students write about what they want, no matter how old or technical or stupid the topic is. Well I find a right reason for her not wanting us to come up with gasgas topics, but I wish she was just like my Fil teacher who actually wants supports us all the time with the topics we want. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm kinda happy with what I'm about to write, but I would've been happier had she approved my two other topics. And I can't do anything either, since no matter how hard I try with coming up with the best papers, she never appreciates it and gives me the same grades.&lt;br /&gt;So much for English being an A-able subject. I just wish the reflection papers which are due next will be more fun. FUN. &lt;br /&gt;End of rant, peace on earth. :) Ah patay advisory grades pala ulit bukas hahaha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113791309720317047?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113791309720317047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113791309720317047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113791309720317047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113791309720317047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-sooo-dont-want-to-get-started-on-my.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113785222140331335</id><published>2006-01-21T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:03:41.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm starting to become indifferent to myself now. All of a sudden, I don't know if I was the one who changed or I'm just not used to having these sets of different kinds of people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad day?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bad sem.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113785222140331335?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113785222140331335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113785222140331335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113785222140331335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113785222140331335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-starting-to-become-indifferent-to.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113782506581242893</id><published>2006-01-21T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T20:15:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So I'm here at RSF right now, trying to comply with the unusually slow computers and instead of ranting, I should be typing away my requirement for the Lampoon right now. I still have one hour to go, and yes, it gives me enough reason to slack off a bit.&lt;br /&gt;So far, Lampoon day is turning out to be fun, hectic, and full-cram-ahead. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it. Just felt the need to update. I'm still sane, really. No English next week!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113782506581242893?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113782506581242893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113782506581242893&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113782506581242893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113782506581242893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/so-im-here-at-rsf-right-now-trying-to.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113766448756057832</id><published>2006-01-19T17:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T17:54:47.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Walang bagay na nawawala.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hindi mo lang alam kung saan mo nilagay&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strike&gt;breathoffreshair&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, I want this to be over. I'm more than you'll ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113766448756057832?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113766448756057832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113766448756057832&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113766448756057832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113766448756057832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/walang-bagay-na-nawawala.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113763690316465505</id><published>2006-01-19T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T10:15:03.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm stuck in a scenario where everyone is too busy working their butts off and I'm not doing anything to help them. Well as if my "job description" entails that I lend a hand with what they need to do, but I just don't feel like I'm doing my &lt;em&gt;whole&lt;/em&gt; part.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's talking; nobody's pushing me to do this and that. Maybe I'm just in this case of bothering my mind again.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;Math midterms tomorrow and the thought hasn't sunk in. Yet.The helllll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113763690316465505?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113763690316465505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113763690316465505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113763690316465505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113763690316465505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-like-im-stuck-in-scenario-where.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113759560408375298</id><published>2006-01-18T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T22:46:44.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Grade conscious post ahead, forgive me this time. You'll just hate me after reading it, hahaha. Whoever &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;taught &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;thought&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of magis, anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I got a C+ for my second long test. Not &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; bad, since a lot of my classmates failed. But then again it's a C+. It's better than LT1's C+, when almost everyone got high marks and I felt like the stupid girl. I'm aiming for at least a B for Ma11 since last sem was one wasted sem and this is just to prove that at least, Ma1 gave me enough foundation to be able to pull up my future grade. WTF. I hate being grade conscious but it's what we live and breathe for in Ateneo- grades. Well, almost all of us do depend on grades for satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;B C+ C+. My class standing as of now is a (high, yehey, haha) C+, not counting the quizzes, homeworks, seatworks, and whatever points there are to add. Lord, may midterms pa, LT3, LT4, at finals. Shet naman. Please give justification to the fact that my favorite subject this sem is Math. :)) Yech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;English. Please please please give a reasonable mark for my future papers. Lit. Please please please give us the right minds to katay katay that poem (hahaha!). And please please please let me have the courage to recite in class coz it sucks whispering your answer to yourself and hearing other people voice out an opinion that you know you &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt;. Filipino. Please let me maintain my grades in my papers. It's my second loved subject next to Math. (haha, Filipino!). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;ES Lab, A. Please, A. ES Lec, pucha C ako sa first LT na mahirap WTF B+ ok na. Argh hirap nun. Basta kaya yan Spanish, I'm a B as of now. Bahala na, que horror. There. Jeez, don't hate me after reading this (that is, if you are still reading up to this point). I just feel so mediocre this sem that I'm pressuring myself already. Not entirely but I really don't want pressure within me. Pweh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry sorry sorry. Sorry for being so grade conscious. Sorry for being selfish with this blog entry. Haha. Shit. If only I could file a LOA. HAHAHA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to sleeeeeep alreadyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy. My mom's telling me to stop doing all this org work. My aunt is pushing me to do more. God, mothers. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113759560408375298?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113759560408375298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113759560408375298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113759560408375298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113759560408375298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/grade-conscious-post-ahead-forgive-me.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113749262441298423</id><published>2006-01-17T17:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T18:59:54.190+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As expected, today was a pretty good day. :) [Never mind the fact that after I posted last night's entry, I felt soooo bad because the answer key to our Math LT was uploaded and... yeah, I'm okay now. Hahaha] Thanks to my Spanish class, I found a lot lot lot more reasons to laugh and laugh hahaha. :p&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just really really hard on myself. Rar. And maybe I have loads of reasons to forget about mediocirty and whatever, coz they're supposed to make me realize that it's not really bad to fail yourself at times. :) God I miss Nona and her lectures about these stuff hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;It's been a year since &lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;RSPC&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Day 1! I miss Aurora (yes, yung binagyong Aurora hehe). It's the most provincey-province I've been to in my entire life. No buses, no cars (or kung meron man, I saw less than ten in my five day stay there), no pollution, no malls.. grabe ang presko. Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;And I miss the friends I made there. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113749262441298423?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113749262441298423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113749262441298423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113749262441298423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113749262441298423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/as-expected-today-was-pretty-good-day.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113741123291666878</id><published>2006-01-16T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T19:33:52.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I feel perky tonight, sans the krung-krungy math LT (hahaha Bianca nahawa na!), my sore throat, missing the Lampoon meeting, and the need to study for my Spanish orals tomorrow. Yay perkyperkyperky yayayayayayayayayboomboomboom. Sabi sa inyo perky at krung krung eh. Argggh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm not gonna be able to go &lt;em&gt;home&lt;/em&gt; this month, and I doubt if I ever get to do so on February. Bwisit, hindi ko namimiss yung kwarto ko kasi ginawa na rin nilang storeroom (hahaha), namimiss ko lang yung atmosphere. Haha pota atmosphere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I just need sleep and a dose of my dad's kacornyhan hahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Could it be that everything goes round by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;chance&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (!!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or only one way that it was always &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;meant to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You kill me you always know the perfect thing to say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know what I should do but I just can't walk away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113741123291666878?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113741123291666878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113741123291666878&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113741123291666878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113741123291666878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-feel-perky-tonight-sans-krung-krungy.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113724858226009802</id><published>2006-01-14T21:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T22:23:03.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>(THIS IS A VERY EMO POST, this is a very unorganized post, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this is an MM post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It feels like sophomore year all over again. It was &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; most ironic time of my life when I felt like I didn't earn what I worked hard for.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when I was having a hard time in Filipino during the first few months of class. We had one of the most terrifying teachers on campus- Miss Delenela- for the subject. She was inevitable. Every CHSian just had to pass through her hands. I had her for freshman year already, but a second time was definitely &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; lovelier for us. I knew I had an edge among my other classmates who had not yet experienced her way of teaching and were still trying to familiarize themselves with her paces and techniques, but later on, I realized that &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; was the one who needed to start all over again, and not only them. Considering, too, that Filipino was one of my worst subjects at that time, the fact just created a heavier weight on my shoulders. &lt;br /&gt;Come end of first quarter, when our report cards were about to be released, she pulled me out of the line while going up to our classrooms and muttered the most terrifying words I have ever heard in my entire student life. &lt;em&gt;"Michelle (yeah, she used to call me Michelle, hahaha), your grade is so low! Study harder for the next quarter okay?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that time, I knew I was toast.&lt;br /&gt;I received an 80 from Filipino during the first quarter, which, I pressume, was a 78 before they had their deliberations. I don't know how that magic happened, (teachers usually 'average' their students' grades with those of the other subjects) but that just served as my warning. While trying to pull up my grade for Filipino, another unpleasant experience came- my Bio project.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to gather different kinds of leaves, paste them on bond papers, and compile them in a folder. I worked so hard for that project- I even remember missing a movie date with my family just to be able to do that project perfectly. When it was time to pass the project already, part of my project's folder got torn- thus the reason why my teacher &lt;strong&gt;did not&lt;/strong&gt; accept my project. Just for a slightly torn folder, which occured because of a small "accident". (It still got accepted after a few days, because my dad [hahaha] couldn't believe it and argued with my teacher hahaha. I know, so kindergarten-ish, but anyway it's done and over with.)&lt;br /&gt;Several "bad" incidents followed. I felt so stupid and hurt at that time because I wanted everything to be so planned out and "just right" for my sophomore year, yet almost everything just went topsy-turvy. It was also at that time when I wasn't accepted as a staff member for our school paper (of which I was a member on my freshman year), and I felt really really insecure about my abilities. I felt undeserving of everyone's complements. I hated every minute of being me during those days.&lt;br /&gt;What scares me the most is the fact that I feel like this is happening all over again. Before second sem started, I had DL dreams. I wanted my sem to be perfect. But that's it. You just can't plan out everything ahead, because you never know what will turn up next. It will just disappoint you. These past months, I've been experiencing almost the same things as those in my sophomore year- working extra hard and not getting what I perspired for, letting other people go over me and my writing because of certain insecurities and failures, and not getting to have what I have long been expecting from myself. It's been really really hard and I rarely find myself happy anymore. Sometimes, I hate myself for depending on stuff like grades and achievements for my happiness. It makes me feel so concentrated on what I want to be, and not who I want to be. My world's been circulating around those thoughts lately. I've constantly been too hard on myself; blaming myself for all that's happening and trying to change that part that I can't really change.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not even halfway through what seems to be a history-repeats-itself battle. Right now, I haven't really recovered from &lt;em&gt;that&lt;/em&gt; writing incident. I'm still on that phase that keeps me pessimistic about almost everything that concerns my abilities. I'm still very insecure about what can make me happy. And even if that insecurity subsides, I know that &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;incident will always haunt me.&lt;br /&gt;From the bruises that I have "earned" since November, I've come to realize that it's best not to plan out your life. We're moving so much now, to the extent that we'll never know what, or who, we'll bump into. And that can just change &lt;em&gt;everything&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I still count my blessings, and I think it's the only thing that pushes me to strive more even if I continue to fail all the time. After all of this, I'm not so sure if I can call myself a better person, even after all these trials and lessons. I'll just have to wait to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113724858226009802?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113724858226009802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113724858226009802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113724858226009802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113724858226009802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-very-emo-post-this-is-very.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113720805473862576</id><published>2006-01-14T11:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:07:34.753+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love my Math teacher (yeah, the substitute :D). She makes Math so fun!!! Hahaha. She's extremely perky and high everyday (the reason why I don't really feel sleepy anymore sans the 8:30 sched) , rarely gets mad (but still, we don't abuse it hahaha), and encourages us to work our heads off. If all Math teachers were like her, then the whole of the mathematically challenged Atenean community would be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay I sound nerdy already. Time to study for Math. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113720805473862576?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113720805473862576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113720805473862576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113720805473862576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113720805473862576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-love-my-math-teacher-yeah-substitute.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113715111093945269</id><published>2006-01-13T19:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T19:18:30.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vocabulary for the day:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Beking- bakla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Vicky- babaeng bakla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bekbek- panget na bakla&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;The more,the many-er!&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113715111093945269?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113715111093945269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113715111093945269&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113715111093945269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113715111093945269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/vocabulary-for-daybeking-baklavicky.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113706213209923115</id><published>2006-01-12T18:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T18:35:32.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MUZZY! MUZZY! MUZZY! &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When I have kids, I'll buy them stuff toys that look like Muzzy so that at night, I'll secretly steal Muzzy (or Muzzy's probable counterpart) from them and bring that stuffed &lt;em&gt;grande&lt;/em&gt; animal with me to sleep. I'll have to kick away my husband from our bed so that Muzzy and I can sleep... together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. Half of you probably don't know what I'm talking about. And don't worry, I'm not insane- yet. But when you take Spanish for your FLC, you'll realize that Muzzy is love. :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm so paranoid about English these days. Just the fact that my then-easy-to-please prof seems to be so picky now gives everyone... the... laughs. Haha, and not the creeps even. Or so it seems. I just don't know what she wants. I hope almost everyone feels the same way too. If not, then I'm being too hard on myself again for the nth time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113706213209923115?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113706213209923115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113706213209923115&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113706213209923115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113706213209923115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/muzzy-muzzy-muzzy-when-i-have-kids-ill.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113698007678608598</id><published>2006-01-11T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T19:47:56.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm experiencing the happy kind of fatigue. It's the type that you have when you spend ten hours at school, but get small perks on this long term stay (haha) like getting hyped up by your Math teacher, being able to recite in one of your classes after such a long time (and a minor traumatic experience at that), seeing a brighter side of grades after the dark ones (double haha), discovering rather "new" places with your org friend, and extending a one and a half hour meeting, with nice spirits.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And today also marks the signal that next week is gonna be hell week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's okay for me to have a busy schedule, just as long as it's not gonna eat up my treasured time for sleep. Please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you. &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113698007678608598?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113698007678608598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113698007678608598&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113698007678608598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113698007678608598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/im-experiencing-happy-kind-of-fatigue.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113689778358225096</id><published>2006-01-10T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T20:56:23.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To say that the latter part of 2005 and 2006 has been not so good to me is an understatement, Although I wouldn't want to see it that way. In many cases (particularly in school), I haven't been content with what I've been doing, and what sucks the most is that I don't get to see the hard work I've been doing so far. The old me would probably rant and whine about this, but now, I still rant and whine (haha) but at least I get to realize that a lot of people have worse problems than mine, and it feels good that I get to pray for them everyday, too. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And because I have too much (not really, maybe I just feel like it's too much hahaha) in mind now, I'm considering the thought of shifting (again!) and quitting the EB race (againagainagain!!!). But maybe this is just a phase, and hopefully, the next time I look back (given that whatever decisions I will make, people around me will learn to respect it), I'll be happy and content with what I have. (HAHA ako ba 'to).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hate it that I'm always fickle-minded and that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm too hard on myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ay yabang time muna! 14/15 for my first Spanish composition, may "Muy bien!" pa!! Hahaha. Yun lang, the best thing so far. God I'm such a loser. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday, Soppy! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113689778358225096?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113689778358225096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113689778358225096&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113689778358225096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113689778358225096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/to-say-that-latter-part-of-2005-and.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113678527571950740</id><published>2006-01-09T13:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-09T19:29:00.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;(During mass, after Our Father)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Papa: Anak, pagdinadasal natin yung Ama Namin, tapos sinasabi mo yung "bigyan mo kami ngayon ng aming kakanin sa araw araw", ano yung hinihingi mong pagkain?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you tell me that I'm corny. Guess what, I think it's in the genes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha ACET results are out! :) ... although kanina ko lang nakita yung buong list, nung nagmeet kami ni Gab sa BEG. Hahaha. Mickey Boy made it to the Director's List (sabi ni Pob), ECE rin (successor ni Daph! Hehehe). And yung iba ko lang na nakita were Vien Mandi, Majel Lamorena, Chelsea Reganit, Justin Tec (haha I wonder if he even knows me!) and Martin. Haha nakalimutan ko na yung iba. Naloka lang kami ni Gab sa kakahanap dun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep me worthy still. :/&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday Inna, Daph, and Martee! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113678527571950740?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113678527571950740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113678527571950740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113678527571950740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113678527571950740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/during-mass-after-our-fatherpapa-anak.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113655989191999332</id><published>2006-01-06T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:04:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't make the wrong seem right&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't rub it in. I haven't learned from it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113655989191999332?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113655989191999332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113655989191999332&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113655989191999332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113655989191999332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/dont-make-wrong-seem-right.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113646226246700931</id><published>2006-01-05T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T19:57:42.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;MY LT SCORES ARE MEDIOCRE!!! :(( [Math, ES, and Spanish] Well not really but aaargh they are mediocre aaaargh. Haha okay I have three months left. But waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Anyway it looks like I'm not so into blogging these days, and I know it's more than a case of laziness this time. Perhaps there's no happening happening in my life now. Haha. Or... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;yeah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I HAVE TO STUDY!! NO TO MEDIOCRITY!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113646226246700931?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113646226246700931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113646226246700931&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113646226246700931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113646226246700931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-lt-scores-are-mediocre-math-es-and.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113637305418861281</id><published>2006-01-04T19:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T22:48:10.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I miss real writing. I miss writing with a purpose, rushing my mind to come up with the right words for a decent article, and doing it without any insecurity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have a new Math prof!!!! A substitute, at the least. Haha. She's very very perky and although she practically screams when she teaches, we &lt;3&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tasha steal ko lang ha. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A: I love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;B: I love you, but I'm not IN love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113637305418861281?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113637305418861281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113637305418861281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113637305418861281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113637305418861281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-miss-real-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113626884828056520</id><published>2006-01-03T14:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T16:32:08.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;In 2005, I...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) broke a promise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) made a new bestfriend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) fell in love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) fallen out of love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) done something you swore never to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) lied&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) stole&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) went behind your parents' back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) cried over a broken heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) disappointed someone close&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) hidden a secret&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) pretended to be happy (Can I say 1000000X hahaha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) got arrested&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) kissed in the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) slept under the stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) kept a new year's resolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) forgot your new year's resolution&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) met someone who changed your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) met one of your idols&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) changed your outlook in life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) sat home all day doing nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) pretended to be sick&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) left the country&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) almost died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) given up something important to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;( ) lost something expensive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) learned something new about yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) tried something you wouldn't normally try and liked it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) made a change in your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) found out who your true friends were&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) made a total fool of yourself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(X) met great people &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THERE. DONE. What happens in 2005 stays in 2005.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113626884828056520?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113626884828056520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113626884828056520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113626884828056520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113626884828056520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2006/01/in-2005-i.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113601489614584377</id><published>2005-12-31T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T15:41:36.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;God I don't know what's with me, but everytime I &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to write a year-ender (or answer a questionnaire), I end up deleting the post. Haha. Not that 2005 has been a bad year- it's been one nice ride, but sometimes there's no room for reminiscing anymore since everything's been said and done. And yeah, not that it's bad to look back, but it's water under the bridge. And you just have to keep it flowing until it retires. So whatever memories I had this year, whether good or bad, I'd like to treat them "equally", and just let them be at peace. Together with the people I shared these memories with.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy 2006, everyone. Thanks for spending this year with me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113601489614584377?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113601489614584377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113601489614584377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113601489614584377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113601489614584377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/god-i-dont-know-whats-with-me-but.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113576557266093093</id><published>2005-12-28T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T18:26:12.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Ren! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Happy Birthday, Kram! (December 26). First Ateneo friend. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gaaad I am brain dead. One week nalang pasok na ulit. :( &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113576557266093093?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113576557266093093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113576557266093093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113576557266093093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113576557266093093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-ren-happy-birthday-kram.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113532587626545198</id><published>2005-12-23T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:17:56.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/1600/sisterhood_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2113/597/320/sisterhood_copy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I &amp;hearts; these girls. :)&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/8649082-113532587626545198?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113532587626545198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113532587626545198&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113532587626545198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113532587626545198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-these-girls.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113531007478991774</id><published>2005-12-23T11:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T11:54:34.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WOOOHOOOO!! Tumawag si Nona kahapon, nag usap kami ng 30 minutes hanggang naputol na. Yung tatay niya parang si Big Brother. Wahahaha. Basta I &amp;hearts; her family!! Ever!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At hyper ako ngayon dahil hindi ko maintindihan. Christmas spirit na ito kahit may HW pa sa English. GRRRRRRRRRR.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;May pictures na sa multiply site ko :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113531007478991774?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113531007478991774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113531007478991774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113531007478991774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113531007478991774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/wooohoooo-tumawag-si-nona-kahapon-nag.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113518137882883437</id><published>2005-12-21T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T00:09:38.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Today was very very splendid and fun (hahaha), except for the fact that I left my ID at home and I was supposed to go to the library to research for English. So there, that was the only downside of the day- having to pay freaking thirty pesos to avoid an ID violation and research for nothing paper-worthy in the library. What a life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;BUT THAT WAS THE WORST THING THAT HAPPENED TODAY!!! HAHAHA!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I will just let you figure out the rest when I upload the pictures by tomorrow. Hahaha. Gaaaaaaaaaaaad this is the bestest best day of my life since second sem started. Yehooo yahoooo wooooohooooo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you R3 (everyone who went to the party :D Bobby Uana Nats Jo Gen Katco Kamae KatD Kei Jeff Lysch Krissa Sophie AL Charles Nigui Rean Denis Guido Raymond) and all the Guidoneers who also partied hahaha (Ianne Jill Cams Abi Pau Anna Evi Mel Giv Kath Julie Ana Allan Lesley Ojie Charmie Tasha Lionel Michi Ryan Patty Oscar Robby Mae there I hope I didn't miss anyone out hahaha). Yay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tama na enumeration, nakakapagod. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It pays! It pays to have... bad days followed by good ones? Haha weird. I'm going home tomorrow with Daphine. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;PASKO NA!!! Wahahaha. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113518137882883437?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113518137882883437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113518137882883437&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113518137882883437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113518137882883437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/today-was-very-very-splendid-and-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113507894297805440</id><published>2005-12-20T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:43:02.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's always fun to spend your "last day" at school with your freakazoid friends. Kulang eh, but my freakazoid &amp;hearts;s will always be the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks, Gab (Ms. Ngongo) and Ven (Paddington Bear). Cheers to Jollibee, Shakey's, Red Ribbon, and camfreaking. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yay!!! Two parties to go!!! Wahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113507894297805440?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113507894297805440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113507894297805440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113507894297805440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113507894297805440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-always-fun-to-spend-your-last-day.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113491285337900664</id><published>2005-12-18T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T21:34:13.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My mom misses me too much. She wants me to go home on Wednesday so I could spend more nights at Tarlac (daw). Sos one night lang ang difference mader dear, uuwi naman na ako sa Thursday morning. Ayaw na niya ako ipag partayyyy. Tatay ko naman game na game, sasama pa daw sa Guidon party. Wahahahaha. At since naghahanap ng mascot ang Senior Eds para sa party, siya nalang kaya ang gawin kong mascot hahahahaha. Ay ayoko na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;20 years na pala si Korina Sanchez sa industry. Blech. You don't really look old, dear. But I still don't like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tinatamad na ako pumasok. At mag long test. :( Holy moley sana naman kasi nag Mandarin nalang ako for Foreign Language, kaso kelangan kong i-load rev yung Math ko. Pero ano baaaaa ok na ito. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Shit I am so weird. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congratulations Venisse Vance Verano Valdez!!!!!!!!!!!! :)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113491285337900664?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113491285337900664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113491285337900664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113491285337900664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113491285337900664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-mom-misses-me-too-much.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113478306303317714</id><published>2005-12-17T09:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:44:53.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oha, isang linggo na akong pagod at drained at pagod at drained at wala nang iba pa. Pero ok lang ok lang ok lang. Lord give me more strength, kakayanin ko to. Haha. It pays to visit the chapel every morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O game ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Monday- EB requirements, Fil paper, read twenty-page (ba?) one-act play for Lit, annotated bibilo for Eng, readings for Fil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tuesday- ES LT, Spanish LT, ES post lab rep (ehhh medyo mabigat ito, noh. haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wednesday- -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pota hell days. Hahahaha. Lord!!! Kaya ko to!!! Kelangan tong i-DL!!!! Para ma-average yung pineperceive kong napakababang average pag nagsabay ang Acc15 at Ma19!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113478306303317714?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113478306303317714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113478306303317714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113478306303317714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113478306303317714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/oha-isang-linggo-na-akong-pagod-at.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113455689109746034</id><published>2005-12-14T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T18:41:31.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;WATDAPAK I am so tireddddd. I went to all those meetings/talks hahaha. Walangya napagod ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let it be Christmas, please. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113455689109746034?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113455689109746034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113455689109746034&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113455689109746034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113455689109746034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/watdapak-i-am-so-tireddddd.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113446276920011794</id><published>2005-12-13T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T16:32:49.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have four meetings/talks tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Guidon T&amp;amp;D meeting (this one is solved, since it's gonna be at 2), EBAM (430-6), ComTech talk (5-530), and ANI make up OrSem (430-5) and Film showing (5-6).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I have to go to the EBAM because I already missed two meetings. I have to go to the ComTech talk because... it's my course and they say it's required. I have to go to the ANI make up OrSem because I wasn't able to go last Saturday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haveto nalang lahat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;I think I'll just ditch them all.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113446276920011794?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113446276920011794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113446276920011794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113446276920011794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113446276920011794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-four-meetingstalks-tomorrow.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113437316729307650</id><published>2005-12-12T15:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T15:39:27.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything is overlapping!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time management, baby. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113437316729307650?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113437316729307650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113437316729307650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113437316729307650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113437316729307650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/everything-is-overlappingtime.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113422494000431519</id><published>2005-12-10T22:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-10T22:29:00.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I didn't go to the ("morning continuation" of the) ANI OrSem. Bad girl. I traded it for a bonding moment with my cousins and my niece. Haha. =p Ohwell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HURDLES. I know there are always hurdles. So pleaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaase. Let me pass through them. I don't want to experience hell before Christmas, you know. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(Hindi ito emotional breakdown. O whatever. Haha)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113422494000431519?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113422494000431519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113422494000431519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113422494000431519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113422494000431519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-didnt-go-to-morning-continuation-of.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113413659812710304</id><published>2005-12-09T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:56:38.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Didn't go to the ANI overnight thing kasi wala akong kasamang magoovernight. Haha. So I think I'm just gonna go back tomorrow. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Perkyperkyperkyperkyperky!!!! YEH HEY!!!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113413659812710304?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113413659812710304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113413659812710304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113413659812710304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113413659812710304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/didnt-go-to-ani-overnight-thing-kasi.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113411237236552980</id><published>2005-12-09T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T15:12:52.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ELLA!&lt;/strong&gt; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So yeah, just because it's Ella's birthday today, I am reminded of highschool once again booohoooo. :( I miss &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- ACCOUNTING CLASSES WITH MRS. GUZMAN. Haha. Capitalized pa talaga eh. Well who doesn't? It was a time for us to catch some sleep (pano ba naman, 1:00-2:20) whenever someone was reporting about entrepreneurship or new entrepreneurs (imagine, everyday namin ginagawa yun), or in my case, go to the CR (HAHAHA may sakit daw ako sa bato sabi ni Ma'am). But well I have to admit- accounting was my favorite subject during fourth year. &lt;strike&gt;Si Janet hindi ko favorite&lt;/strike&gt; HAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Masses! Hahaha grabehan na ito. Pag may mass sa school, fun kasi (1) walang lessons for... 1 1/2 hour? haha, and (2) epal time ito. Collector, "offerer", reader, kung anong singit mo sa mass- basta bida ka, ok na. Haha. Sometimes we used to have an overdose of the Eucharistic Celebrations though- may time na for three straight weeks, may mass kami. First friday- event- event. Ganun yun. Masyado talagang banal pag madre ang "rulers" mo. Kaya halos lahat ng pari sa Tarlac kilala na namin. Heeeeeheeeee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Clubs! Ah oo! Yung mga pabidang clubs [Haha DS Dance Troupe TMA] tsaka yung mga dormant clubs [Uuuuuh... Sci-Quest? Healthwise? Ay patama kina Daphine hehe :p]. At syempre, ang club ko for four years na maaari na rin nating kalimutan... dahil mapait. :)) Ohwell. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Makabayan Culminating Activity!!!! [Equivalent na rin ng Songfests nung 1st and 2nd year] O Carmel, time to shine mo na to. Pressure to lagi eh... kaya maraming issues. Dito na pumapasok ang tampo/pagmamahal ng mga adviser. Wahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Cases. In Tagalog, at mas popular na tawag, &lt;em&gt;kaso&lt;/em&gt;. Ang pinaka kinatatakutan naming lahat. Eh pano ba naman nung principal si Sister Teresita  (miss ko na po kayo), belt lang kaso na! First warning na! Pag iwan lang ng baso, verbal warning na! May lambanog pa... sigarilyo... mga bagay na hindi mo akalaing evident sa isang all-girls school. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Filipino Teachers. Sa pagkakaalam ko tatlo lang ang Filipino teacher sa Pirit hanggang ngayon- at lahat yun napagdaanan ko. Ms. Delenela (SOLID. O pagsintang labis na makapangyarihan sampung mag-aama ang iyong nasasaklaw pag ikaw ay pasok[?] sa puso ninuman hahamakin ang lahat masunod ka lamang... Lecheng Florante yan, dyan nagkawindang windang ang mundo namin), Mrs. Gabay (Drama forever, kasi lagi siyang umiiyak. Haha. Mommy Mags &amp;hearts;), at... ang fossil (joke)... si Mrs. Adriano. Hahaha. Walangya, kung maraming terror Fil profs sa Ateneo, matatapatan yun ng tatlong to (pwera lang si Mrs. Gabay... hehehe)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Canteen. Ang walang kamatayang canteen namin na walang junk food at softdrinks. Sister Caroline, Sister Foreigner-kung-sino-ka-man, at si Sister Loufe. Haha. Pero the best pa rin talaga si Sister Caroline, nung second year kami, pinababa kami sa canteen kasi may hindi nagtapon ng.... balat ng pinagkainan ng ice cream. Wahaha. At may time pa na yung lugaw namin, imbis na hinaluan ng asin... naging lemonade powder. Ok, enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Chismis. Sinong magka-on (ayyyyy immoral na ito)... Yun na yun. Dun na nagsisimula lahat ng intriga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Kwentong multo. Ganito yan eh.CHS- College of the Holy spirit- Cemetery Hospital School. WAHAHAHA. San ka pa, yan ang school namin. Maraming mumu tales eh... malamang may mumu talaga. Ewan ko lang bakit taon-taon pa silang nagpapakita at nangsasapi (nyiiikes)... pag Dramafest na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Intrams. Oo, Intrams. Intrams na nung exclusive school pa kami ay babae ang escort. pero ngayon, improved na, lalake na. Haha. At mixed ang softball team. Imagine, babaeng pitcher.. lalaking batter. Minsan mas siga pa yung babae sa lalake. Di na bago yun. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Naubusan na ko. Magiisip pa ko. Hahahahaha. I miss. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113411237236552980?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113411237236552980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113411237236552980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113411237236552980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113411237236552980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-birthday-ella-so-yeah-just.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113410622570120620</id><published>2005-12-09T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T13:30:25.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I swear if my Math prof doesn't give birth by next year... I will loadrev. Even if it's too late. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Of course I can't do that. But sometimes it just irritates me when she calles me &lt;em&gt;everytime&lt;/em&gt; and I end up giving her a bad impression. Haha well not really. But... ugh just please bless me on my long test on Monday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I had free cut for English and Lit today. =/ Sir Darvin has sore eyes, hahaha, and we were banking on the thought of having more free cuts next week. Oh well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm going to the ANI overnight OrSem later! Yay! &amp;hearts;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113410622570120620?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113410622570120620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113410622570120620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113410622570120620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113410622570120620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-swear-if-my-math-prof-doesnt-give.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113404812540092388</id><published>2005-12-08T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T21:22:05.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Haha MM, hanep ka talaga. Productive ha?&lt;br /&gt;Accomplishments for the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Kumain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nagsimba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nanood ng TV&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag aral ng konti para sa Spanish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nagbasa ng notes sa ES for 1 minute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Gumawa ng essay (pero gaguhan, sobra)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag aral sa Math ng 2 minutes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Gumawa ng pre-lab sa ES (TANGA! Kagabi pa pala yun)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Nag internet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mama tumawag ka na, miss ko na yung boses mo. Di mo pa ko tinatawagan ngayon!!! Si Papa palang!!! :))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113404812540092388?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113404812540092388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113404812540092388&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113404812540092388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113404812540092388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/haha-mm-hanep-ka-talaga.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113402667272649415</id><published>2005-12-08T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T15:25:35.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Nyarrrrrrrrrrrrr. Three essays, one down. (One, meaning, 3/4 yung isa, 1/4 yung isa pa, 0 yung isa. Haha. Labo) I'm gonna have to quit this EB race sometime next year, when everything's gonna be piled up already. Pero hmmmm bahala na. Papa God. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the rain fall, I don't care. :) As long as.... &lt;em&gt;wahahahahahahaha&lt;/em&gt;. :D I am turning into a perfectly insane girl again. Hey this is better. Hello, perkier days! :) [I hope. Heh heh heh.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tonight, I will pray for:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- a better substitute for my Ma11 prof. No explanations needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- Filipino writing powers. Powers... powers... powers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- NR pa rin. Sana. :) [Diba, Gab? Haha.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;O mamaya na. Mage-essay writing nalang ako. Gaguhan na naman ito. Hahaha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is the life, beybeh!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113402667272649415?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113402667272649415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113402667272649415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113402667272649415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113402667272649415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/nyarrrrrrrrrrrrr.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113401319958776840</id><published>2005-12-08T11:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T11:39:59.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sore legs woke me up this morning. And I thought it was gonna be gone by today. Boo you and your long term terrible side effects to my system, 1 mile run. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And since I'm &lt;em&gt;free&lt;/em&gt; today, I have to be productive. Meaning, I have to study for ES (LT sometime before the vacation), Spanish (LT next Thursday), and Math (LT on Monday). And complete my requirements. And God knows what else is in store for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ANI OrSem tomorrow!!!! Overnight! Venisse! Yay! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113401319958776840?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113401319958776840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113401319958776840&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113401319958776840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113401319958776840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/sore-legs-woke-me-up-this-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113394607705790074</id><published>2005-12-07T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T17:58:22.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;My legs (uh, muscles?) are still aching like crazy. While going down the stairs from Berch, I had to hold Niña's hand because I felt like I was going to slip and roll over.. and be hospitalized... and have crutches... HAHA. Well you get the picture.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It didn't help much that Leslie and I had to go to SOM (from Kostka extension- mind you, it gets really painful when you have to walk that, um, long and you feel like your legs are gonna give up anytime) to photocopy our poem for Lit, and *surprise, surprise*, we didn't continue with our reporting since Sir Darvin wasn't around. Haha. Not complaining, though it just sucks to have this kind of pain. &gt;:(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Quotes from today and yesterday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Math Prof&lt;/em&gt;: Ay... kulang yung given na binigay ko sa inyo (after letting us solve a hard problem, and as if it was the most normal thing a Ma11 teacher could say)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kath:&lt;/em&gt; O, pwede bang pahinigi kung meron man kayo ng turnilyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gabbie&lt;/em&gt; (from yesterday's Spanish class): O tignan mo, temporarily happy daw. HAHAHA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;/:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;It's gonna get by.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I hope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113394607705790074?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113394607705790074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113394607705790074&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113394607705790074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113394607705790074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-legs-uh-muscles-are-still-aching.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113387338823016921</id><published>2005-12-06T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:15:01.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;God I'm glad that the one-mile run is over. For one thing, I thought I was gonna die because of all that pain and huffing and puffing (that feeling I shared with almost everyone else, except for the guys who were &lt;em&gt;flying&lt;/em&gt;); and I'm not really a physical-activity person. Haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you pray to God that you need help in every endeavor you are about to enter for the day, He really will listen to you. And help you. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHA. Natuwa ako kaninang ES. Our lab exercise was supposedly entitled "A Date with Nature", and our prof listed four sites around campus we were about to visit- Smocket (HAHAHAHA), Eagle's Pond, Wildlife Sanctuary, and the view from Marikina valley behind the Pollock center. And ha, I was expecting a lot (pwera lang sa smocket, duh).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Wildlife Sanctuary. Akala namin may birds, big trees, and stuff- you know, better than the gubats behind CTC. (CONYO HAHAHA). Pero leche. Dry. : Pati yung pond. Pati lahat. Haha. Pero ok lang. At least new experience. I mean we weren't stuck in that four cornered hell for two hours. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So that's ES, huh? :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113387338823016921?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113387338823016921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113387338823016921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113387338823016921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113387338823016921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/god-im-glad-that-one-mile-run-is-over.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113385494128584539</id><published>2005-12-06T15:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T15:42:21.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes, it's just me, you know. Who gets paranoid at almost everything. And at the end of the day I tell myself that there's no problem in me. That everything's going smoothly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But sometimes you have no one to blame but yourself. Even if all is fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay I have to go to the covcourts for my 1mile run for PE 101! :-o&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113385494128584539?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113385494128584539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113385494128584539&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113385494128584539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113385494128584539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes-its-just-me-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113377607154006779</id><published>2005-12-05T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T19:05:09.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;If there's anyone in this world who needs to be constantly reminded that there are bigger problems behind, it's me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;br /&gt;My plant is dying, my Math teacher is still the same (she's 8 months pregnant though, haha), and I am, at the least, having fun. Or yeah, maybe there's more. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight I can write the saddest lines&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And as what I put in my "reflection" for Lit, "&lt;em&gt;to forgive but not forget &lt;strong&gt;wholly&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sometimes it takes several slimy stinky squids to remind you that there are more things to be grateful for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jaq's debut pictures at my multiply site. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113377607154006779?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113377607154006779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113377607154006779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113377607154006779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113377607154006779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-theres-anyone-in-this-world-who.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113325944909238193</id><published>2005-11-29T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T21:07:40.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;ITM diag ko na bukas at tinatamad akong &lt;strike&gt;mag-aral (why bother?)&lt;/strike&gt;sumipot doon haha. Sa EBAM nalang ako pupunta mas masaya pa siguro. Eh babagsak rin naman (oo I'm being pessimistic, because being self-confident will do me no good here) ako, so what forrrr ang pagod. Airconditioned room lang haha. =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In fairness masaya ngayon. :) Hihihi. Gabbie, hindi sa tingin mo na naging masaya ang araw ko dahil lang sa mga bagay-bagay hahaha. [Ang pangalan ng kapatid ko ay *tooot*! Naalala ko si &lt;strike&gt;Sir&lt;/strike&gt;Señor Libo-on, heh heh heh]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hahaha my "boyfriend" (my Dad, hahaha) and I had telebabad again and wahahaha nakakatawa talaga si Papa parang batang baliw. English siya ng English kanina so naki-ride naman ako. Ang cute niya hahaha. Hanggang ngayon tinatanong pa rin niya ko kung ano kayang mangyayari kung nag La Salle ako pwede baaaaa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good night. Screw ITM diag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I &amp;hearts; ANI (na, hehehe). :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113325944909238193?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113325944909238193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113325944909238193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113325944909238193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113325944909238193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/itm-diag-ko-na-bukas-at-tinatamad.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113318602724446427</id><published>2005-11-28T21:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T21:53:47.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday. Jaq's debut. Camera freaking. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will post pics as soon as I get to Tarlac (which is this Friday, after my ACP. Yay!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm such a freak. My current PC wallpaper contains the list of things I have to do until Wednesday. And my EB race requirements (which are fine, so far). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Back to school tomorrow. Ugh. Sana... ok. :&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113318602724446427?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113318602724446427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113318602724446427&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113318602724446427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113318602724446427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/saturday.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113291494942910656</id><published>2005-11-25T18:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T18:37:56.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;THANK YOU, Maika and Ven&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eternal hugs. :) Thank you too, girl from Singapore. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've never felt this... good (?) since the beginning of the semester.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'LL SHOW YOU, you &lt;strike&gt;ugly stinkly slimy squids&lt;/strike&gt; people. Heh. :p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113291494942910656?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113291494942910656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113291494942910656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113291494942910656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113291494942910656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/thank-you-maika-and-ven.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113282238659840037</id><published>2005-11-24T16:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:19:14.490+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;For the first time this semester, I didn't feel sleepy during ES time. And Spanish was fun, although confusing still. That's an improvement. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'll be at the BTL "booth" tomorrow at the SEC B foyer from 130-430. Vote for your favorite BTL entries (photo and graphic design)! 3 pesos per vote, for a good cause! (Haha sige plug pa, malaki ang pagkukulang ko sa promotions team)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'LL SHOW YOU. I'm not gonna be a loser. It's nobody's fault, that I would want to believe in. Let's just work peacefully. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thanks, Gab. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JAQ! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113282238659840037?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113282238659840037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113282238659840037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113282238659840037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113282238659840037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/for-first-time-this-semester-i-didnt_24.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113272856741397725</id><published>2005-11-23T14:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T14:49:27.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sat in my block's Math class. Haha, such riots. They were so noisy and funny and wacky all throughout (Uana was even mirror-ing, Charles wasn't listening and was just talking to me, et al), and the prof didn't even care. Haha. Know your LIMITS. :))&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at school til 6 for another Guidon GA (also on Friday for the aspirants for the EB race- my manager signed me up hahaha). I did my Math homework during that sit-in, and there's nothing left to do. Again.&lt;br /&gt;As usual I feel tired. And dizzy. And uneasy. And not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really happy&lt;/span&gt;.&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/8649082-113272856741397725?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113272856741397725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113272856741397725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113272856741397725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113272856741397725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-sat-in-my-blocks-math-class.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113264433648051234</id><published>2005-11-22T15:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T15:29:14.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;To be frank, I'm not exactly enjoying Lit class right now. I find it hard to follow through my prof's lectures and explanations. Don't get me wrong- he's good, he's brilliant, he teaches &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; well- it's just that maybe it's coincidental for me to feel so stupid, uneasy, and weird in between 10:30-11:30. Maybe it's just abnormal me talking, or well I don't really know. Three meetings have gone by and I still haven't gotten my opinions heard by him. Maybe I'm still adjusting to a new prof. Maybe I want Cardenas back. Maybe I just don't like poetry at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Or maybe I just suck at this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We didn't have Spanish today because we needed to attend this talk for Arete. Nothing much, but I was at the least thankful for a Spanish-free Tuesday because (surprise, surprise) I still am sleepy and dizzy after ES lab and lec. See what paranoia can bring to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[PAKSHET MAY GA SA GUIDON SA WEDNESDAY?!?!?!?!?!?! Okayyyyyyyyyyyyy. Bukas na pala yun ay tanga.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It sucks when you feel like you're entirely useless to the world, and when everyone seems to like (and love) you, but you can't even like (and love) yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to eat. Grrrrr one more hour to kill.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113264433648051234?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113264433648051234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113264433648051234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113264433648051234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113264433648051234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/to-be-frank-im-not-exactly-enjoying.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113255351983149062</id><published>2005-11-21T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T16:22:08.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Finally on the semi-right mind to blog (that means, no headache, no hesitations to close this window, walang arte. haha).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seem to grow so tiresome these days. Must be because of the weather (mainit ha, lalo na kapag tanghaling tapat kang naglalakad from one building to another), the schedule, or me getting irregular eating habits because of my breaks. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lately, too, I've been experiencing the domino effect. Buti nalang internal lang. Maybe this is just a phase. I try to refrain from letting other things in my life be affected of what I think (oo, think lang. wala mang nangyayaring concrete na bagay na masama, holy) is worthy of "problematizing", but sometimes it just doesn't work. Argh eto na naman. Insecurities here and there, tapos "fastforwarding".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And forget about everything else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;haynako buti nalang matagal mo nang alam na hindi ka talaga magaling, MM.&lt;/strike&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/8649082-113255351983149062?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113255351983149062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113255351983149062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113255351983149062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113255351983149062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/finally-on-semi-right-mind-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113248579177704045</id><published>2005-11-20T19:21:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T21:42:43.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Jesus Christ, how come I never get lucky with Math profs? (Uh, except for Queena Lee-Chua, which I had for barely a month)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sana sa Calculus niyo nalang po bawiin, &lt;strong&gt;please&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;please&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Tonight I am worried for no reason at all.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Maybe I have reasons.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;DANTON REMOTO, YOU ARE THE BESTTTTTTT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113248579177704045?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113248579177704045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113248579177704045&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113248579177704045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113248579177704045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/jesus-christ-how-come-i-never-get_20.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113230162408569233</id><published>2005-11-18T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T19:58:16.900+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bye bye, BTL post that became my header for like three weeks. Gumana naman kahit papano ang promotional chuva ko.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm starting to realize that I lead a boring life. Ha. Ha. Ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My sixty-nine year old uncle tried to convince me over dinner to wear lip gloss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;He even added, "what's wrong with it, diba?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Uhhh what's wrong with it? I think you're convincing the wrong person. ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113230162408569233?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113230162408569233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113230162408569233&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113230162408569233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113230162408569233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/bye-bye-btl-post-that-became-my-header.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8649082.post-113212469340350349</id><published>2005-11-16T15:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T15:04:53.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm YM-ing with my Dad right now. He has a new version of heh heh heh. Sa text lang pala yun. Sa YM, hahahahahahahhhhhhhhhhh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Lit is going to be fun again!!!!!!!!!! Yahooo!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ha. And English is gonna be a name game again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8649082-113212469340350349?l=margaretmichelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/feeds/113212469340350349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8649082&amp;postID=113212469340350349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113212469340350349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8649082/posts/default/113212469340350349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://margaretmichelle.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-ym-ing-with-my-dad-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>margaretmichelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01608651361836859465</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
