<?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-14652960</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:05:46.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Maistuhod</title><subtitle type='html'>Mais = corn . tuhod = knee. Put it all together and WHAT HAVE YA GOT? &lt;b&gt; CORNKNEE &lt;/b&gt; (corny) haha. =)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112763917454595718</id><published>2005-09-25T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T17:06:14.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's weird. i remember when my grandfather died years ago, i didnt say anything. I didn't feel anything. I didn't cry. But yesterday, when &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; died, i just broke down. Maybe part of that was for my late grandfather as well. Because back then, i was too young to understand death. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112763917454595718?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112763917454595718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112763917454595718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112763917454595718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112763917454595718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/09/its-weird.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112632041798082258</id><published>2005-09-10T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T10:58:00.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>well la-dee-da</title><content type='html'>"are there lesbies in your school?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my. haha. how fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday, i went to this place with tarot card reading! but when i was about to do it, i realized i was too scared to know the future. So, we just left. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting fact: did you know that if you score '100' in the magic mic thing in power station, your next song is free? "Why have we been making it so baduy until now??" LOL. how interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie wished me a happy birthday yesterday. hehe. Sorry Jamie, It's January 9, not september, but it was sweet of you to care ^^ i was thinking, "what? It's my birthday?" haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, you know what else is funny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Francis: You ruined our play (our rep play XD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dom: "i dont care its not like we were paid anyways"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay now &lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; is funny! we weren't, for a fact, paid. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many things have happened. And i learned something really... shocking. I cant believe that she would do that. THat was really, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; low, even for her. But... uhm... can i say.. oh well? haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112632041798082258?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112632041798082258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112632041798082258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112632041798082258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112632041798082258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/09/well-la-dee-da.html' title='well la-dee-da'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112618463865265942</id><published>2005-09-08T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T21:10:01.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent tears</title><content type='html'>awkward! akward.... 0.0....Oh God! How embarrasing!... nnooo.. haha. that's sad. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember a poem that i read before, and totally forgot it until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I am strong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I stand tall&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nothing will break me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will not fall.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Standing still through all my fears,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;time will pass and things will heal,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as the world goes by with my silent tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The feeling is surely gone, and now it makes me wonder if it was ever really there. I had an interesting talk with Ms.Nympha. I didn't know that she was really bothered by it, &lt;em&gt;that much&lt;/em&gt;. But now that i see, i guess I am too. Nothing turns out the way we planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why is it, the more people you're with, the more you feel alone? it's weird. And i dont understand why people are just so.... ugh. annoying. annoyingly stupid. yeah, lets go back to that icon. The people that i would least expect myself to have a good time with are the people that i actually do. Have a good time with, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;You think you know someone, but then you realize that you know nothing about that person. It's scary. It's ALSO unfair when I AM the one who ALWAYS-----...... &gt;.&gt;.... actually, you know what? I think I've said too much already. I'll stop before i start babbling!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/14652960-112618463865265942?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112618463865265942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112618463865265942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112618463865265942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112618463865265942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/09/silent-tears.html' title='Silent tears'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112607204159267951</id><published>2005-09-07T13:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T13:47:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How do you know when thing's are gonna change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one day, you realize that you're the only one living in the past. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you dont. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somehow, i feel that everything will turn out okay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's funny how one simple thing you do can affect someone so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112607204159267951?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112607204159267951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112607204159267951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112607204159267951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112607204159267951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-do-you-know-when-things-are-gonna.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112599507223491530</id><published>2005-09-06T16:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T16:29:06.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..*glares*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1355/1333/1600/angry7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1355/1333/320/angry7.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;that is specifically.. directed to someone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it's so annoyingly stupid. But, I guess its to be expected of that person. *shrug*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112599507223491530?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112599507223491530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112599507223491530&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112599507223491530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112599507223491530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/09/glares.html' title='..*glares*'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112591109607076740</id><published>2005-09-05T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T17:04:56.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Growing up sucks. Not all kisses are magic, and most boys do not live up to your expectations, but there are those times when everything, I mean love, romance, relationships, it all falls together perfectly and it's incredible, it's those moments, no&lt;br /&gt;matter how depressingly few and far between, that makes growing up worth it .it&lt;br /&gt;will be okay" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dawson's Creek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's probably all i ever wanted to say. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112591109607076740?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112591109607076740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112591109607076740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112591109607076740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112591109607076740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/09/growing-up-sucks.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112530322236128057</id><published>2005-08-29T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T16:18:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lemons rock. period.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First of all, some guy is literally, going around the village spraying a great fog of anti-dengue (if thats how you spell it coz therese didnt know either 0.o) so it smells really bad and i think that i'll just die of that. oh well &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Does anyone actually know the meaning of hitch? as in: I hitched a ride. haha. I feel like people do know... but not those who i ask. haha. Anyway, i'm in a good mood now because i finished... part of something *blink**blink* er.. nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I acutally finished the video in one evening! its not that great.. but, oh well! its not like they have a choice! and also, time for brownies! wohoo!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know these past few days... or weeks, i dont remember... anyway, i've been acting all 'oh-the-world-sucks-and-everything-is-changing', but i talked to someone yesterday and had a really great time, and i just thought...you know, life's not all bad. :) After all, as the saying goes: "When life hands you lemons, squeeze the juice into a squirt gun and shoot it into other people's eyes."... or better yet, "when life hands you lemons...take those lemons and...squeeze the juice in life's eye and ask life..."How do you like that ?!".... - T.J. (edited by me. ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;er.... i'm kidding of course. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112530322236128057?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112530322236128057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112530322236128057&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112530322236128057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112530322236128057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/08/lemons-rock-period.html' title='lemons rock. period.'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112513842724676108</id><published>2005-08-27T18:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T18:27:07.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good gracious great balls of fire!</title><content type='html'>This.is.the.worst.news.&lt;strong&gt;ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nooo... this is the worst thing that could happen. I hate it!! Why would this happen?!?  I've been waiting all MONTH for this! It's so dissapointing.  Gosh. This sucks. I cant believe this is happening..... ah well, at least there's still hope. Very little hope, but still, at least there still is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life will officially rock, or suck on...October 1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope they make it. Hope. Pray, and all that jazz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112513842724676108?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112513842724676108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112513842724676108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112513842724676108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112513842724676108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/08/good-gracious-great-balls-of-fire.html' title='good gracious great balls of fire!'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112506085318057816</id><published>2005-08-26T20:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T20:54:13.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it pisses me off. I mean, now everyone's doing it. I dont think they even &lt;em&gt;understand &lt;/em&gt;what it really means. tsss... whatever na. And also, if some certain people would not be so (how ironic)... witch-y *hint**hint* anyway, i think i have rights to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont want something. No. Not if i have to get it this way. I'd rather just let it go... which, i guess i have made up my mind that well, i will. Let it go, i mean. For some reason, i feel like it doesnt matter anymore. If they don't care then why should I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, well, i'll give it a week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112506085318057816?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112506085318057816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112506085318057816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112506085318057816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112506085318057816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/08/it-pisses-me-off.html' title=''/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112488446921379342</id><published>2005-08-24T19:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T19:57:41.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>evil schmes, dreams and...er...creams.  how utterly poetic.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;tsk, tsk, tsk.... some people *cough*Mrs.****cough* just wont accept gifts. Food or not? isnt that simple enough? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is from Mrs.***:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I LOVE YOU *******!!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehehe. sorry. i'm really evil. get used to it patti!!! Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/14652960-112488446921379342?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112488446921379342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112488446921379342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112488446921379342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112488446921379342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/08/evil-schmes-dreams-andercreams-how.html' title='evil schmes, dreams and...er...creams.  how utterly poetic.'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112478890784555940</id><published>2005-08-23T16:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T17:24:46.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>phases of chocolate</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;After eyeing her chocolate bar, she looked back at the him. "The melting of this chocolate bar is considered as physical change, right?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;He nodded. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"When this chocolate bar melts, I wouldn't like it. It won't be a chocolate bar anymore but chocolate syrup or liquefied chocolate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She took a bite from the chocolate. "But you know what? I would still eat it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing her chocolate bar, she looked at him . "Because, whether it melts or not, it is still chocolate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-The Princess' Sonata&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The melting of the chocolate bar symbolizes the changing of a person. This melting may be hated by many but only those who really loves chocolate, whether it be solid or liquid, whatever form it takes would eat a melted chocolate bar... just like how the people who really accepts who you are could accept your change...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melted chocolate is still chocolate."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I guess, when people change... you cant really say that they did because thats who they are. When they do, they are still themselves, right? So its not exactly changing, if thats who you are. Its like the chocolate. No matter the state, it was, in fact, still.. well, chocolate. That said, is there really no such thing as change?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Labo, right? Well, for me, its just hard to hold tight onto something that wasn't really there at all, because then, i guess it was just useless for me to try.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;... oh well. guess what!! i found my name tag! wohoo!! haha. my sister's friend saw it and gave it to her, who gave it to me so.. yay! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...........................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A hand above the water&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;An angel reaching for the sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Is it raining in heaven &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Do you want us to cry? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And everywhere the broken-hearted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On every lonely avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No-one could reach them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No-one but you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One by one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only the good die young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're only flyin' too close to the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And life goes on -Without you... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Another Tricky Situation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I get to drownin' in the Blues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I find myself thinkin'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well - what would you do? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Yes! - it was such an operation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forever paying every due&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hell, you made a sensation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You found a way through &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;- and One by one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only the good die young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're only flyin' too close to the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We'll remember &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Forever... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And now the party must be over&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess we'll never understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The sense of your leaving&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Was it the way it was planned? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And so we grace another table&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And raise or glasses one more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;There's a face at the window&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And I ain't never, never sayin' goodbye... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One by one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Only the good die young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're only flyin' too close to the sun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cryin' for nothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cryin' for no-one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;No-one but you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Queen : No-One But You&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112478890784555940?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112478890784555940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112478890784555940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112478890784555940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112478890784555940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/08/phases-of-chocolate.html' title='phases of chocolate'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112453457823521053</id><published>2005-08-20T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T18:48:26.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of birthdays and responsibility</title><content type='html'>When your problem is passed on to another person because you didn't do anything about it, i guess you cant help but feel ppaaarrttlllyyy..... responsible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Presto: my situation. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's funny actually. Not in a ha-ha way though. I just feel like i'm partly responsible, and so i just have to help out somehow. Haaayyy... anyway, forget about that first and talk about well, peoplewhowerebornonthisveryday... just like.. hmm... oh, i dont know. sam. haha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happy birthday Sam!!!&lt;/strong&gt; :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh by the way! dont forget to watch the Kim possible Movie!!!!! haha. it looks cool.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112453457823521053?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112453457823521053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112453457823521053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112453457823521053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112453457823521053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-birthdays-and-responsibility.html' title='of birthdays and responsibility'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112409643100307694</id><published>2005-08-15T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T17:00:31.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what's the haps?</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="17.jpg" border="0" height="220" width="140" alt="SEED MODE ON: Gundam Seed Tarot" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prospects, hope, destiny, opportunity. This card represents peace of mind, serenity and tranquillity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seedmode.maraboshi.net" target="blank"&gt;SEED MODE ON: Gundam Seed Tarot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the 20 minutes in which i was in the vigil was nice. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puenta Fuego rocks!! haha. I went there with sam, mica and joyce. it was super fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things i learned while i was there:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I love taboo [we stayed up until 1:00 am playing this. haha]&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I want to watch the Kim Possible movie.. hahahaha&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Never watch scary movie 3 in a 2 hour car ride and DONT stay by the window shield&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always remember to hang your towel OUTSIDE in the sunlight if it is wet, and not in the bathroom, crammed with other wet things&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont collect sea-shells then place them on your only towel... you'll need it for drying up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;NEVER bring a black shirt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do NOT carve your name on the sand or you might see a cellphone number there the next day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dont wake up at 5:45 am to see the sunset. you wont see it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;During night time, turn your cellphones OFF and remind everyone else too, so you wont have to wake up 5 BLOODY times because of it. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;hahaha. helpful, wasn't it?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112409643100307694?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112409643100307694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112409643100307694&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112409643100307694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112409643100307694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-whats-haps.html' title='So, what&apos;s the haps?'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112268723965957361</id><published>2005-07-30T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:33:59.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so little time, so much to do.... *does nothing*</title><content type='html'>i have to do..... around 6 pages of math homework, plus i have to do 4 pages of research, i have to edit a video that's due on monday MORNING  , i havent started ....i have about 2 quizzes, i have a filipino group presentation on monday AND a social studies report... my balita. haha.  oh, and i have to make a slogan for my social studies group project....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i dont think i did any of them so far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yet i'm here doing nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm.. sounds about right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm dead arent i?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112268723965957361?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112268723965957361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112268723965957361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112268723965957361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112268723965957361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-little-time-so-much-to-do-does.html' title='so little time, so much to do.... *does nothing*'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112245936546278566</id><published>2005-07-27T17:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T19:26:42.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.... i dont know, somewhere in the middle</title><content type='html'>"Jump!" Kyle yelled, preparing to leap forard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Are you crazy?" Catty held back, grabbing Kyle's wrist with her free hand and stopping him. SHe didnt have the willpower to make herself dive over the ledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Have faith." Kyle looked at her encouragingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catty turned. SHadows shifted beneath the long line of trees, and the Regulators became visible.&lt;br /&gt;SHe sucked in air and nodded. "okay."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Screaming helps." Kyle held her hand more tightly, his tension obvious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Like you needed to tell me that," Catty shouted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- daughters of the moon ; book 11. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha. sorry, i just found that so cute. hahahaha &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this morning was pretty much the worst day, so far, in my high school life. (haha)i have 2 new big problems now..*sigh*.... but then after... the rest of the day went really well. I even got to *cough* say 'hello' to people!!! ....3 people! haha. labo noh? oh well, you wouldnt get that. hehe =) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now, i have to do my &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BALITA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;haha. yeah, so that sucks. oohh.. and name tags are printed, i just dont know how they look like yet. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;since i'm in the mood for putting 'haha' or 'hehe' (as you can see.... er... haha?) i'll just put it all out... *takes long breath* &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112245936546278566?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112245936546278566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112245936546278566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112245936546278566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112245936546278566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/07/it-was-best-of-times-it-was-worst-of.html' title='it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.... i dont know, somewhere in the middle'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112236797147590277</id><published>2005-07-26T16:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T17:30:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the pittiful people watching something in Mariel's house... namely, Aida : the documentary</title><content type='html'>hahahaha. the title says it all. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, there was no school (thank GOd). i had a lot of things to do... but then i just went to Mariel's (Vasquez..er.. is that how you spell it?) house (which, btw, is SO nice!!) anyway. haha. Me, Mica, Andrea and Patti (Ocampo) were there. It was so fun! We watched our play... which was kinda bad... the singing, i mean. so sorry for those who i forced to go and watch. haha. kidding.... and we kept on screaming whenever our part came.... okay, okay, okay.. &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; kept on screaming whenever my part came. haha &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her dog is so KSP. it would bark at you until you pat it or hold it or something. hahaha. it's cute, i was afraid of it at the start though. Patti and I XD haha &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After, we didnt know what to do soo.... we made a "movie"!! hahaha. a &lt;strong&gt;Horror&lt;/strong&gt; movie!! It was weird. lol. but oh well. there, thats it. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( i brought my video cam, in case you hadn't picked up. yeah... the documentary. haha. i thought Patti was serious about it... she wasnt... oh well, it was fun. haha) &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today went by, suprisingly fast.. yeah.. it was a good day, i would say (i'm such a poet. LOL).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112236797147590277?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112236797147590277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112236797147590277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112236797147590277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112236797147590277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/07/pittiful-people-watching-something-in_26.html' title='the pittiful people watching something in Mariel&apos;s house... namely, Aida : the documentary'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112221111002297205</id><published>2005-07-24T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T21:18:30.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stupid editing softwares..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;................&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;STUPID &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EDITING&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SOFTWARES&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112221111002297205?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112221111002297205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112221111002297205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112221111002297205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112221111002297205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupid-editing-softwares.html' title='stupid editing softwares..'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112220195766804360</id><published>2005-07-24T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T06:37:43.133+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of rain, glass and sleep</title><content type='html'>4 hours of sleep is very,very, VERY little. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday was so much fun!! there were 11 scba people there and it was seriously so fun (wait, didn't i say this already?). we had games and sharing and stuff. then after we *Cough* sleeped. haha. i only slept for 4 hours!! i had really BIG eye bags the next day. haha. &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quotable quotes from yesterday: &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"To test the strength of glass, you have to break it." -Kenna's friend who got it from discovery channel 0.0 &lt;p&gt;"coz i had nothing else to wear. kidding." -raina &lt;p&gt;"Come on guys! You can do it! (how do you do it?) - raina &lt;p&gt;"okay, that's all it said in the little piece of paper so i guess we're done." - maui &lt;p&gt;Angela: what does outside mean?&lt;br /&gt;us: err.... not inside!! &lt;p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;so now, i'm editing our SLA video!! i made mistakes and had to repeat it 4 times!! this is my 4th... haha.  so I guess i have to do it now -___-&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112220195766804360?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112220195766804360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112220195766804360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112220195766804360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112220195766804360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-rain-glass-and-sleep.html' title='of rain, glass and sleep'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14652960.post-112185125820879194</id><published>2005-07-21T08:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T19:03:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>of blogs and usernames</title><content type='html'>Finally! i have a blog! 0.0 it took me so long to come up with a username. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, today was soo much fun! it started out great. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;someone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; *cough* said hi to ME!! haha. Bea went home during Grammar though.. it was so unfair, this is the conversation that happened after she left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: psst.. ica, am i sick?&lt;br /&gt;ica: *feels if i am*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ms. sees * -___-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms: no you're not marisha&lt;br /&gt;Me: Ms!! I was with Bea the whole day!! i think i'm sick too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt believe me though and she was laughing. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch time, I talked to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;another person!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaha. it was so aliw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yeah, so when i got home, my mom brought this book with wallpaper designs in it so that i could pick one for my room. there's a realy nice one in there which i chose =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14652960-112185125820879194?l=maistuhod.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/feeds/112185125820879194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14652960&amp;postID=112185125820879194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112185125820879194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14652960/posts/default/112185125820879194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maistuhod.blogspot.com/2005/07/of-blogs-and-usernames.html' title='of blogs and usernames'/><author><name>Marisha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15874669109704438514</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y4/lonestar88/gg.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
