<?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-2150161088101324418</id><updated>2011-07-29T03:18:54.883+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CHAOTIC LIFE</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;A journal on LIVING,&lt;/center&gt; &lt;center&gt;LAUGHING,LOVING&lt;/center&gt;
&lt;center&gt;and LEARNING&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1312383294293009843</id><published>2010-06-07T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:37:06.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was young and innocent.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/TAzZdhwnWGI/AAAAAAAAARM/q1uICbhP1XE/s1600/kid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/TAzZdhwnWGI/AAAAAAAAARM/q1uICbhP1XE/s320/kid.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was like one of those nauseatingly nice children.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was very, very  well behaved and boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to be obedient.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; (take note: USED TO BE)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;“delicacy and nobility,” that’s how my family called it. :| &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/2150161088101324418-1312383294293009843?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1312383294293009843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1312383294293009843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-i-was-young-and-innocent.html' title='When I was young and innocent.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/TAzZdhwnWGI/AAAAAAAAARM/q1uICbhP1XE/s72-c/kid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-398528260334346758</id><published>2010-06-07T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-07T19:30:45.574+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ehem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Dear future Prince Charming,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I don’t want you to treat me like another one of the  girls you dated and I certainly don’t want you to compare me to them  either.I think it would be nice if you looked like Brad Pitt, but really  any resemblance to a passably attractive&amp;nbsp;Hollywood&amp;nbsp;actor would be a  plus.&amp;nbsp;Hmm, what else? An interest in spontaneous travel and spontaneous  things in general would also be very much appreciated. And maybe just  the ability,and want, to lie next to me in a warm, clean, white bed and  touch my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; I won’t look for you because I know you’ll come one day.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;  &amp;nbsp;Surprise me, &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Princess Pat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-398528260334346758?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/398528260334346758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/398528260334346758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/06/ehem.html' title='ehem'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-393382658393586214</id><published>2010-04-30T10:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:48:07.768+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another health update: Vicks VapoRub Linked to Infant Breathing Problems</title><content type='html'>The popular cold remedy Vicks VapoRub may cause airway inflammation that can restrict breathing in infants and toddlers, a new study says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctors at Wake Forest University started their study after treating an 18-month-old girl who had developed severe respiratory distress after the salve had been put directly under her nose to relieve cold symptoms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The company is really clear that you don’t put it in the nose, and you never use it in kids under 2,” said lead researcher Dr. Bruce K. Rubin, professor and vice chair for research at Wake Forest’s Department of Pediatrics. “Sure enough, when we stopped all the medicine, the child got much better very quickly.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubin’s experience prompted him to see if there had been other similar cases. “We encountered a few others that appeared to develop problems after using Vicks VapoRub. Parents never volunteered it, because they always thought it is just something you buy over-the-counter, and it’s not a real medicine, because you just rub it on, after all,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rubin said Vicks VapoRub can make some adults feel better without really making them better. “For kids, because it can induce some inflammation, even a little bit, that little bit might be enough to tip over a child to having problems,” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings were published in the January issue of the journal Chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To test whether Vicks VapoRub could cause respiratory distress, the researchers conducted experiments with ferrets. The animals were chosen because they have airways similar to human airways, Rubin said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The researchers found that Vicks VapoRub increased mucus production by up to 59 percent; the ability to clear mucus was reduced by 36 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Bernens, a spokesman for Proctor &amp;amp; Gamble, the makers of Vicks VapoRub, doesn’t think one incident involving one child means that the product is unsafe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The product is safe and effective when used as directed,” he said. “To say it was the Vicks VapoRub that caused the respiratory distress — I’m not sure we have made that link yet.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. James A. L. Mathers Jr., president of the American College of Chest Physicians, said in an association news release: “Parents should consult with a physician before administering any over-the-counter medicine to infants and young children. Furthermore, the American College of Chest Physicians and several other health-care organizations have concluded that over-the-counter cough and cold medicines can be harmful for infants and young children and are, therefore, not recommended.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In October, major manufacturers and the U.S. Food and Drug Administration announced that over-the-counter cough and cold medicines should not be used by children younger than 4 years old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Daniel Craven, a pediatric pulmonologist at University Hospitals Rainbow Babies and Children’s Hospital in Cleveland, said parents shouldn’t use Vicks VapoRub, because it has no medicinal value and may even be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Previous research has failed to demonstrate any respiratory benefits of VapoRub, and conscientious pediatricians have thus usually tried to dissuade families from spending money on this and similarly ineffective therapies,” Craven said. “Although the findings are someone limited, this study raises the possibility that this product may not just be ineffective, but possibly might have adverse respiratory consequences — particularly if there is an intense exposure — as when it is applied directly under the nostrils.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Reaction:&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I read&amp;nbsp; this article on the internet. I didn't know Vicks VapoRub was harmful to children. My mom used to rub Vicks below my nostrils, on my back and chest whever I have a cold or clogged nose even when I was a little girl. I didn't experience any breathing problems&amp;nbsp;after that. And up to now, I still use Vicks. I always thought that Vicks was like an ointment similar to Pau, Tai-Chi and other chinese ointments. It was mentioned in the article that Vicks is actually a form of topical medicine. Most parents do not know that it is harmful to children 2years old and below since it increases mucus production by up to 59% and may cause airway inflammation that can restrict breathing. I think the problem in there is that a lot of people do not read the labels and the warning that is found on the container of these products. It is really important to read the labels of every product that we use speciall the ones that we put in our bodies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-393382658393586214?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/393382658393586214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/393382658393586214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/another-health-update-vicks-vaporub.html' title='Another health update: Vicks VapoRub Linked to Infant Breathing Problems'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2696947525379313299</id><published>2010-04-29T11:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T11:51:59.348+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Secrecy Folder</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3w-9cflY43g/S7p-VfhQkfI/AAAAAAAABsY/ImPIb40LdvE/s1600/497664602_7eb446de59.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3w-9cflY43g/S7p-VfhQkfI/AAAAAAAABsY/ImPIb40LdvE/s320/497664602_7eb446de59.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9pTrWUHH5I/AAAAAAAAARE/5OM0w5owx9A/s1600/4492853118_062148b247_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9pTrWUHH5I/AAAAAAAAARE/5OM0w5owx9A/s320/4492853118_062148b247_o.jpg" tt="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;"&gt;690M pesos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Out of this world ba itong folder na ito at sobrang mahal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Unique ba masyado ito at wala kang mabibili sa National Book Store?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yari ba sa ginto ito!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yari ba sa bakal ito!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh, baka sa sobrang mahal pwede na namin iuwi pagkatapos iboto?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kanta nalang tayo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"May bilog, may bilog na hugis itlog!" sing!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-2696947525379313299?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2696947525379313299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2696947525379313299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/secrecy-folder.html' title='Secrecy Folder'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3w-9cflY43g/S7p-VfhQkfI/AAAAAAAABsY/ImPIb40LdvE/s72-c/497664602_7eb446de59.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4720534257694812927</id><published>2010-04-28T19:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:55:31.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Music  Shown  To  Speed  Recovery  for  Stroke  Patients</title><content type='html'>&lt;img align="right" alt="" src="http://www.healthnews.com/files/images/musical%20notes.inline.jpg" /&gt;Read this. I found this article from health-updates.org.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strokes occur when the blood flow to the brain is  blocked. A stroke can kill brain tissue and is one of the world’s  leading causes of death and permanent disability. Accepted treatment  options include medications, surgery, hospital care and rehabilitation,  which may soon include music therapy to speed recovery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A recent study published in the Oxford University Press journal Brain  reports that when stroke patients in Finland listened to music for a  couple of hours each day, their verbal memory and attention span  improved significantly compared to patients who either received no  musical stimulation or who listened only to stories read aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-461"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These findings support growing research pointing to the benefits of  music and music therapy for conditions including autism, schizophrenia  and dementia. However, “this is the first time music alone has been  shown to have a positive effect on victims of brain injury such as  stroke” said the study’s lead author Teppo Sarkamo, a psychologist at  the Cognitive Brain Research Unit at the University of Helsinki.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trial, conducted between March 2004 and May 2006, involved 60  patients whose ages averaged just under 60. All had recently experienced  a stroke of the middle cerebral artery in the left or right side of the  brain, which is the most common type of stroke. Most had problems with  movement, as well as cognitive processes such as memory and focusing  their attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarkamo and colleagues started working with the patients as soon as  possible after they had been admitted to the hospital. “We thought that  it was important to start the listening as soon as possible during the  acute post-stroke stage, as the brain can undergo dramatic changes  during the first weeks and months of recovery and we know these changes  can be enhanced by stimulation from the environment,” Sarkamo said.&lt;br /&gt;The patients were randomly divided into three groups. All  participants received standard rehabilitation treatment. One group  listened to at least two hours of their favorite music each day, mostly  Finnish or English-language pop. The second group listened to audio  books, and the third group to neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 54 patients who completed the study received a battery of  cognitive and psychological tests that showed a vast improvement. Three  months after their stroke, the verbal memory of the music listeners was  boosted by 60 percent, by 18 percent in audio book listeners, and by 29  percent for those who listened to neither. “These differences were still  essentially the same six months after the stroke,” said Sarkamo.&lt;br /&gt;The music listeners also had a 17 percent improvement in their  ability to focus attention. In addition, the music-exposed patients  experienced less depression than the other two groups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“These differences in cognitive recovery can be directly attributed  to the effect of listening to music,” Sarkamo said. He continued by  saying that “furthermore, the fact that most of the music (63 percent)  also contained lyrics would suggest that it is the musical component or  the combination of music and voice that plays a crucial role in the  patients’ improved recovery.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We can’t say what is happening in the brain, but based on previous  research and theory it may be music listening could actually activate  the brain areas that are recovering,” Sarkamo said. “Music might also in  some way activate more general mechanisms that repair and renew the  brain’s neural networks after stroke.”&lt;br /&gt;Sarkamo said that larger studies are needed to better understand  exactly what is going on and that if validated could offer a cheap, easy  additional treatment for stroke patients. “This could be considered a  pilot study. It is a promising start.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.health-updates.org/conditions/hypertension/music-shown-to-speed-recovery-for-stroke-patients/#more-461&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-4720534257694812927?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4720534257694812927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4720534257694812927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/music-shown-to-speed-recovery-for.html' title='Music  Shown  To  Speed  Recovery  for  Stroke  Patients'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8902650489036423862</id><published>2010-04-27T11:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T11:17:49.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Mom</title><content type='html'>Dearest Mama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolescence is a very critical period in a person's life. It isn't easy, you know. Specially when you try to make it so difficult (peace!). Anyway, this letter isn't only for my mom. This is also for the other mom's out there with daughters whose ages range from 12-18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us have our dramas. Teenage years are emotional years--and a confusing one at that. We're not quite kids, but we're not yet grown-ups either, so when I come home with a problem, no matter how silly it may seem, if we say it's a big deal, believe us, IT'S A BIG DEAL. Sometimes we won't talk because we don't think you'd understand. Sometimes, we just need you to listen. Other times we just need you to put our world back together with ice cream instead of I-told-you-so's. Try to put yourself in our shoes if you can't take us shoe shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us have our dreams. Right now, we want to be rock stars, models, actresses, not for the fortune, but for the fame. We still know what it means to reach for the stars and dream big. We can't quite grasp the idea of "settle" yet. Let the world teach us that someday. For now, president, Olympic gold medalist, supermodel, you name it, we can still become it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us know we're beautiful. We learn what's beautiful from celebs, boys-and you. Even before we knew who Ashley Tisdale is, we wanted to look like you. But you're not too happy with the way you look so we started wondering, if you're not pretty like we thought you we're, maybe we're not pretty either. It's hard enough not to be the "crush" of our "crush," but if you don't tell us that we're beautiful, then someone else might tell us we're not--and we'll believe them. We'll change for them, try to be more like them, and compromise who we are just so we could be beautiful for them. And once our self-image is shattered, it's so hard to put back together again. So come on mom, say it, even on-especially on-days is not even close to being Vanessa-Hudgens-like: "You're beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like you but we're different. I look a lot like you, I learned a lot from you, people often say I'm a mini version of you-but mom, I'm not you. I have my own interests, opinions and even values-sometimes they're just like yours but sometimes they're not. Differences don't have to be all bad right? You and I can have our disagreements like what I should wear, who I should listen to, and what will make me happy in life-but we can still be friends. You may hate my music, my friends, my choices, but they are my choices for a reason. Talk to me, find out why I think such and such is the coolest thing on earth, or why I like going to the mall with my pals on a school night, just this once. You don't always have to say yes--you're still my mom--but first, hear me out before you say no. All I need from you is respect. Respect that I'm an individual. Respect that I'm growing up to be the person I want to be. You may not always understand me, but I'll be forever grateful if you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinite x's and o's,&lt;br /&gt;Mara&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-8902650489036423862?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8902650489036423862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8902650489036423862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/open-letter-to-mom.html' title='An open letter to Mom'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1998082427479564977</id><published>2010-04-14T22:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T23:10:11.108+08:00</updated><title type='text'>REPLAY =)</title><content type='html'>The RULES:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put your iTunes, Windows Media Player, iPod etc. on shuffle.&lt;br /&gt;2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.&lt;br /&gt;3. YOU MUST WRITE THAT SONG NAME DOWN NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDS.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tag 20 friends (make me #21 so I can see your results).&lt;br /&gt;5. Everyone tagged has to do the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;6. Have Fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE SAYS 'ARE YOU OKAY' YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Beep by the pussycat dolls (ok?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW WOULD YOU DESCRIBE YOURSELF?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Love like this (by natasha bedingfield) &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;eh eh nothing else I can say (Lady Gaga). Haha. cge. wala ako masabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; With a Smile (eraserheads) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE'S PURPOSE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Stop and Stare (by One Republic). Haha. lang kwenta pala purpose ko&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S YOUR MOTTO?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; IMAGINE (the beatles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Best I ever had (di ko lam singer..haha)..yeah! I'm the f*ckin best..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Fuzzy Blue Lights (by owl city)--- huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Leaving on a Jet Plane (by Chantal Kreviazuk)---haha. Unga. Gusto ko lumayas..ambored here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS 2 + 2?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;For you I will (by Monica)---wth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Halaga (Parokya ni Edgar)----haha. Pwede!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; half alive (by secondhand serenade)---aww. save me? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;All Star (by Smashmouth)---yess!! ALL STAR! Taob! I wouldn't settle for less..haha =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I believe (by ewan ko..haha)---oo, i believe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Bad Girl (by Rihanna ft. Chris Brown)---wtf?? haha!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW'S YOUR SEX LIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Insomnia (by Craig David)---woah! haha...so that's what's keeping me up all night? LOL!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;I'll make love to You (by Boys II men)---hahaha...takte. Anu ba yan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST FEAR?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Photograph (by Nickelback)---haa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Party in the USA (by Miley Cyrus)---haha. Yeah! Party pips ako. jk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Dangerously In Love (by Beyonce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; My life would suck w/o you (by Kelly Clarkson)---aww. I love my friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE FIRST IMPRESSION YOU GET FROM OTHER PEOPLE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Let me be the One (by Jimmy Bondoc)--haha. ako na lang kasi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS BOTHERING YOU RIGHT NOW?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Complicated (by Avril Lavigne)---yep. as usual. haha. (i thought i deleted this song??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Used to (by Chris Daughtry)---aww.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DOES YOUR DREAM OFTEN COMPRISE OF?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The Climb (by Miley Cyrus)---yes. Pwede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT DO YOU SING WHENEVER YOU'RE IN THE SHOWER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Birthday Sex (by Jeremiah)---aba! Over na ha? LOL! pota..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WERE YOUR PARENTS' REACTION WHEN THEY FIRST SAW YOU IN THIS WORLD?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;If I were a Boy (by Beyonce)---aww..oo nga. My dad would've liked it if i were a boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS YOUR DRINKING SONG?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Once when i was little (by James Morrison)--huh? ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW DO YOU FEEL ABOUT THE PEOPLE WHO LOVE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Just Stand up (various artists) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOW ABOUT THOSE WHO HATE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; No One (by Alicia Keys)---haha. No one hates me? Naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU WOULD BE GIVEN THE CHANCE TO CHANGE YOUR COUNTRY'S NATIONAL  ANTHEM, WHAT WOULD IT BE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Bad Romance (by Lady GaGa)---LOL! Yess! bongga ang flag ceremony nito. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE LIKED YOU, WHAT WOULD YOU WANT THEM TO TELL YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;You Give Me Something  (James Morrison)--- =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT TIME IN YOUR LIFE WOULD YOU LIKE TO PUT ON REPEAT FOREVER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Do You Remember (Let's Bring it back) by jay sean---no i don't remember, but let's bring it back. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU DO WHEN YOU'RE DOWN?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Sway (by the Pussycat dolls)---haha. I sway when I'm down. bongga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE FIRST THING THAT COMES INTO YOUR MIND WHEN YOU HEAR THE WORD  "SEX"?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; I like it rough (by Lady GaGa)---hahaha! OMG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS SOMETHING YOU WISH YOU HAD MORE OF?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; A place in this world (by Taylor Swift)--- OP ako eh. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THINK BACK FEBRUARY, HOW WAS YOUR LOVE LIFE THEN?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Stay (by Bic Runga)---aww. hindi kaya! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE PERSON YOU LIKE SAYS THEY LIKE YOU, YOU SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Forever (by Marc Nelson)--- =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S A FACT ABOUT THE LAST PERSON YOU KISSED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;I don't care (2ne1)--ha? I still care!! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT'S THE GREATEST THING THAT HAPPENED TO YOU BY FAR?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Birthday Sex (by ewan ko)---nanaman? aba! nananadya na ang iPod ko. haha! Sinungaling. binabagyo kaya nung debut ko. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF SOMEONE WERE TO ASK YOU TO BE THEIR GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND RIGHT NOW,  YOU WOULD SAY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Out of my league (by Stephen speaks)---weh??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IS THE QUOTATION YOU LIVE BY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Beautiful (by Christina aguilera)---yess!! inside and out..hahaha. takte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT WILL YOU POST THIS AS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt; Replay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(haha...katuwa naman 2!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-1998082427479564977?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1998082427479564977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1998082427479564977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/04/replay.html' title='REPLAY =)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3528088280072819411</id><published>2010-02-23T21:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T21:30:34.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Suuuuuuuper long hiatus!</title><content type='html'>3 months of abandonment. Is that forgivable in the blogging world? I hope so because I don't plan to lose this blog forever. Anyway, I can't believe I haven't updated this thing for ages!! 3 months is a long time for me considering that when I first started this blog, I was always updating it everyday. Sometimes even 5 times a day! I told myself I was gonna a be consistent blogger. At that time, I was a frustrated writer. I was frustrated because I can't pursue Journalism as my course (my mom just won't allow it. sad). But then after a couple of months,  my eagerness to update decreased..mostly because of my hectic schedule. I began to update once or twice a week. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hanggang sa yun, tumagal ng tumagal&lt;/span&gt;. Not because of my hectic schedule. Not because of my lack of ideas. Maybe because I just started to lose interest? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ningas-kugon ba ang tawag dun? Sa simula lang magaling, sa huli, wala na? &lt;/span&gt;Well I hope I can still change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAG-UUPDATE NA AKO NG BLOG! PROMI....oops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna say the "P" word anymore. I told myself I won't say anymore promises. It's just so frustrating when you don't get to keep them even though how hard you try.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3528088280072819411?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3528088280072819411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3528088280072819411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2010/02/suuuuuuuper-long-hiatus.html' title='Suuuuuuuper long hiatus!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2312196781595929640</id><published>2009-11-05T19:14:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:38:36.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the long hiatus!</title><content type='html'>oh my, oh my..I almost forgot about my blog! Haha.. I was getting lazy for the past three months. I can't even remember the last time I wrote here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, I just got home. I went shopping today..woo! But it's not fun, I only shopped for school supplies for the next sem. Why wasn't it fun? Because I have a budget (that's because I used my own money). At first I think it's cool to spend your own money for your school stuff. I'm feeling a bit independent this semester. Like last week, I processed my enrollment by myself. It feels good when you don't rely on other people (specially your parents). But using your money to buy your own necessities is not included. It sucks! I used to enjoy shopping for school stuff, but now I kinda hate it! Whenever I pick an item, say..a really cool binder, I think twice before I put it in the basket. I had make computations in my head. I don't have a lot of money, you know.  I'm on a really tight budget right now. I only have to buy stuff that I really need. Only the necessary stuff. And the worst and most difficult part was passing by the fiction section of the bookstore. Man, I was dying to take a peek of the new books on display! But I know that if I go to that area, I'll only get frustrated because I'm not supposed to buy a book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm thinking of making my mom pay for everything I spent today. Haha! Just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ayan..tinatamad na ulit akong magtype. haha! Saka na lang ulit..promise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-2312196781595929640?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2312196781595929640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2312196781595929640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/11/sorry-for-long-hiatus.html' title='Sorry for the long hiatus!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4941899858366240720</id><published>2009-09-12T22:51:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T23:06:40.291+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Controversial Dinner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt; Mga kababayan silipin nga natin kung ano itong pinag iinitang mga kinain daw ni Kamahal-mahalang Pangulong Gloria sa Le Cirque New York at ang kanyang mga kampon. Since may ambag naman tayo (as a taxpayer )&lt;br /&gt;dapat lang sigurong makita natin kahit sa picture man lang ang mga pagkaing nararapat daw para sa ating mga&lt;br /&gt;honorable public servants. Take note mga kaibigan, US DOLLARS yan.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;color:red;"  &gt;These are just a few pics of what they ate..&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.3&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="240" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Golden Osetra Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Sa Tagalog, kumpol-kumpol na itlog ng isda. Rare daw ito. Malansa at lasang bagoong, sabi ng iba. Kulay itim lang to pero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ang lasa siguro nito ay kagaya din ng itlog ng galunggong, di kaya? Php13,720/order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.4&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="213" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;California&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Osetra Caviar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Kumpol-kumpol na itlog ng isda na mula naman sa California . Hmmph..mukha namang buto ng papaya yan eh! Mas mura kesa sa Golden Osetra Caviar. P4,900/order &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;     &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.5&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;Pinaghalo-halong mga gulay tulad ng lettuce (wag kayong jologs, hindi [let-us] ang pronunciation nyan, kundi [let-is] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, okay?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;…sige na nga litsugas nalang… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ano pa ba yan? er…sibuyas, balat ng sibuyas, sitaw, mayana, langka, dahon ng gumamela, etc… P1,078/order lang yan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.6&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="272" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Lobster Salad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Merong lobster meat, pipino, avocado, kamatis, okra saka dahon ng sibuyas. P2,842/ isang plato niyan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.7&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="263" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Tuna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; Syempre merong tuna dyan (na posibleng galing sa GenSan), orange, sesame seeds, wasabe ata yung green paste sa ilalim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;anim na pirasong halamang ligaw (dami dito samin nyang dahon na yan!) saka ilang patak na orange sauce. P1,029/order naba yang apat na hiwang yan?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px; height: 286px;" src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.8&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Soft Shell Crab Tempura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; .&lt;/span&gt; Ngayon ko lang nalaman na meron palang crab na soft ang shell nya…ahihihihi…So ang ingredients dyan ay crab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saka harina tapos may kamote at ang paborito ni Popeye na spinach P1,078 /platter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.9&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="276" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Spring Pea Soup&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; . Mga pataning pinaikot at pinalamutak sa blender para maging soup. A.k.a. Etchas ng baby P1,176 isang bowl? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.10&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="269" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Wild Burgundy Escargot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Pronounced as [es-kahr-goh] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Tandaan nyo yan para hindi kayo magmukhang enggot pag kumain kayo sa Le Cirque in the future, okay? Ang escargot ay kuhol. Madami niyan sa palayan kapag tag-ulan. Hmmmmmmmmm…sarap ng ginataang escargot! Kasama ng escargot dyan ay 2 munchkin donuts, makapuno, itlog ng isda saka ferns. Ito daw ang nagustuhan ni Senator Lapid dahil favorite nya ang kuhol. P1,421/order grabeng mahal naman ng kuhol na yan! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);" src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.11&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="266" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Torchon of Foie Gras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; . &lt;/span&gt;Ang foie gras ay atay ng bibe or gansa. Ang pagbigkas nito ay [fwah-grah] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Ang torchon naman ay isang paraan ng pagluto ng foei gras na kung saan ibinabalot ito sa isang tuwalya at niluluto sa mainit na likido tulad ng alak o tubig. P1,715/order lang naman yan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.12&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="249" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Paupiette of Black Cod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Ito’y manipis na piraso ng isda (black cod) na nirolyong parang shawarma at merong mga gulay sa gitna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Paupiette is pronounced as [poh-pyet] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. P2,401.00 / order (pun-yeta!!! !!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.13&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="387" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Le Cirque Halibut Poached in Cocunut Milk&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Halibut &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;is pronounced as [hal-uh-buht]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; . Ito ay isang uri ng isda. Ang price P1,960 /order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.14&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="208" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Dover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt; Sole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. Isa rin itong uri ng isda at ito rin ang pinakamahal sa main course na inorder ng ating mga public servant P3,675/order wow na wow. Ano kaya ang lasa nyan, noh? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.15&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="268" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Le Cirque Saddle of Lamb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Ano ba ang saddle sa Tagalog. Hmmmmmmm…part daw ng backbone and loins. Eh ano yung loins sa Tagalog? Tadyang o pigi? Ay basta tupa lang yan! May kasama pa atang snickers bar sa tabi. P2,548/order naman yan (anak ng tupa naman....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.16&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Krug Champagne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;. Sa sobrang sarap ng Krug, umorder sina Gloria ng labing-isang bote nito. Kulang-kulang Php 249,000 lang naman iyang 11 bottles na yan. Ilang ginbulag kaya ang mabibili sa Php 249,000.00? Teka, downpayment na yan para sa isang bahay ah! Tsk…tsk…tsk…  &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-size:100%;" &gt;Sorry wala yung pix ng ibang entrees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://f382.mail.yahoo.com/ya/download?mid=1%5f209590%5fAJR8v9EAAA5oSquk%2bwl%2bez6aUXg&amp;amp;pid=1.2.17&amp;amp;fid=Inbox&amp;amp;inline=1" width="400" height="680" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="EC_MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(Grabe ano?? Tsk tsk..regardless of who paid for that lavish dinner, I still think it's not right for them to splurge on good food abroad while a lot of people back at home are starving. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/2150161088101324418-4941899858366240720?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4941899858366240720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4941899858366240720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/controversial-dinner.html' title='The Controversial Dinner'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1671958933270413399</id><published>2009-09-07T00:35:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T02:19:36.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleepless</title><content type='html'>It's almost 2 am and I'm still not sleepy yet. Insomnia strikes again..or at least that's what I think. It's either the insomnia or the fact that I took a 2 hour afternoon nap that's making me very much alive at 2 am. I usually don't take naps partly because I have no time for it. But I remembered taking a nap every afternoon when I was a kid. My mother always instructed our nanny to make us take a nap every afternoon. She said it will help us grow taller. Nah! I'm still shorter than everybody else. My younger cousins are wayy taller than me. So I guess the usual afternoon naps didn't work out for my height.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I spent practically the whole day in finishing mg paperworks. So far, I've finished my critical paper in philosophy about Hinduism's view of the human person (yeah, pretty boring!). I did a pretty lame job yesterday so I decided to repeat the whole thing. I'm trying to improve this term because last term, I didn't exert a lot of effort on my minor subjects. And so far, I think I'm doing good. The only thing that pissed me off is that my professor told us to limit our paper to 2-3pages. 2-3pages??? What sensible critical paper in philosophy can you make out of 2-3 pages. 5 pages would've been more reasonable! I mean, my introduction already took up half a page! And I pretty much enjoyed making it so I had to exclude some of my "wonderful" ideas just so I can stick to the 3-page limit. But anyway, I already finished the damn thing. I just need to print it out tomorrow morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;god! I'm still not sleepy? What's the matter with me?? ugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-1671958933270413399?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1671958933270413399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1671958933270413399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/sleepless.html' title='Sleepless'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-535107994650015075</id><published>2009-09-05T12:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T12:14:55.234+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facabook fever</title><content type='html'>alright!!!...my facebook is back! Well, kinda. I used to have an old account pero mejo napabayaan ko na..so I made a new one..ngaun lang. Hahaha..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-535107994650015075?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/535107994650015075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/535107994650015075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/09/facabook-fever.html' title='Facabook fever'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8274301306939709595</id><published>2009-08-31T20:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T20:38:23.458+08:00</updated><title type='text'>26</title><content type='html'>Oh, btw...another thing that I look forward to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be turning 18! Yay! Mark your calendars, because on september 26, 2009, I will finally become a lady. Hmm..sounds a bit cheesy..but hey, it's the truth. I'm pretty much excited about it, although I'm also nervous about it. I'm about to leave my childhood behind (as in literally). Hindi na ako minor, that means I can be held fully responsible for my acts. But I hope it will also give me more freedom (I'm not getting a lot of that from my mom lately).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;26 days to go before the 26th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SpvD8y74TMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iT0SWqZOeaI/s1600-h/P5310847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 91px; height: 68px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SpvD8y74TMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iT0SWqZOeaI/s400/P5310847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376106029429312706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-pat&lt;br /&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/2150161088101324418-8274301306939709595?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8274301306939709595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8274301306939709595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/26.html' title='26'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SpvD8y74TMI/AAAAAAAAAP8/iT0SWqZOeaI/s72-c/P5310847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5143954779979130409</id><published>2009-08-31T19:37:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T19:48:11.151+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She's coming HOME!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Spu2cuscRlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QAt39J8myvY/s1600-h/1_459071292l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Spu2cuscRlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QAt39J8myvY/s400/1_459071292l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376091184883844690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I'm going to see Bianca again! The kid wearing fuchsia pink--that's her. She's coming home. It's been so long since we've since her. She moved to Canada with her mom and younger brother. That picture was taken three years ago--the night before she left..it was her last night with her (we were still very young in that picture btw). Anyway, my mom announced that they'll be coming home for Christmas this year. Yay! I can't wait to see my cousin. She's all grown up now, and i'm really excited to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;hmm..that's all. Haha. I just want to share my happiness. &lt;br /&gt;Finally, something to look forward to this holiday season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2150161088101324418-5143954779979130409?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5143954779979130409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5143954779979130409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/shes-coming-home.html' title='She&apos;s coming HOME!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Spu2cuscRlI/AAAAAAAAAP0/QAt39J8myvY/s72-c/1_459071292l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5402402754583533805</id><published>2009-08-30T18:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:58:46.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of failing grades and hospital duties</title><content type='html'>Antagal ko nang hindi naguupdate ng blog. Anyway..I was busy as a bee these past few weeks. Kakatapos lang ng midterms pero bumulaga agad ang finals. I had one hell of a week! Our midterm grades were released, so far ok naman. Okay as in pwede na considering that i was expecting one failing grade in one particular subject: CoHealth. That is one hell of a subject for me. I hate it. As in I seriously, seriously hate every part of it. To say that Cohealth is difficult is probably an understatement. Well, hindi lang naman ako nahihirapan, lahat naman ata kami. Actually konti lang ang pumasa dun. And I'm just lucky enough to be one of the passers. Pero actually, lahat naman ng major subjects ko mahirap, specially if it's a nursing subject. Ang pinagkaiba lang e ung ibang nursing subjects, mahirap din but at least I can still manage to understand the lessons. Pwede ko xang pagpuyatan kc at least at the end of it, maiintindihan ko. But Cohealth isn't like that. Kahit pagpuyatan ko pa sya, in the end hindi ko pa rin maiintindihan. I feel stupid. Ewan ko, but i just don't get it! Everytime we are in the lecture room, I always get lost in the middle of everything! I jot down notes that I don't even understand. I bought a freakin' book even though it's not required just so I can at least understand that freakin' subject. I tried to read it but it still doesn't help me in any way. The worst thing is that I have to deal with this particular subject for the next 2 years of my college life! Good luck to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm still thankful that I got more than what I hoped for. Maybe there was some kind of miraculous divine intercession that took place while I was taking my cohealth exams. Or at least I'd like to think of it that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic. So this week, my next hospital duty is LMMC (Lipa Medix Medical Center). Honestly, I hate having duties at that hospital. For one thing, my shift starts at 6 am (earlier compared to other hospitals) so we have to be there before 6:45am. When you arrive at 6: 46, sorry but you're already late so that means you have to have two "make-up duties." And when you arrive at 6:01, you are already considered absent,  don't even dare to enter the hospital premises because you're sure to receive a 5minute scolding from your clinical instructor. The people there are mean and cranky, well at least I think most of them are. And the patients are always complaining about every little detail. That's the difference between private and public hospital patients. Patients at the private hospitals complain a lot. Probably because they expect to get more quality services because they pay a lot of money. Well, my mother is like that too. But what I hate about them is that they always blame it on the nurse. For example, I had this patient who blamed me because her episiotomy hurts a lot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;(*An episiotomy is the surgical incision done by doctors on the perineal area during the 3rd stage of labor to prevent the massive tearing or damage to the vaginal walls during vaginal delivery)&lt;/span&gt;. She's blaming me for the pain in her vajayjay!!! I just don't get it. I didn't even stitch up the damn thing! She just gave birth to a 7pound baby for god's sake. Of course it's gonna hurt. It's supposed to hurt. And it's nobody's fault. She gave me a hard time explaining that to her. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I had a lot of traumatizing experiences in that hospital. One such example was the day I assisted in cleaning the incision site of one of the post-CS patient. The doctor was mean to me, and she scowled at every little detail about me including the loose thread on my white uniform and the stray hair sticking out behind my ear. She seems to have microscopic eyes and xray vision. The worst part is that  she humiliated me in front of the patient and her family. She didn't even give me a goddamned break considering that I'm only a level 2 BSN student and I'm practically a newcomer in the medical world. She reprimanded me for the very little details and she didn't even recognize that I assisted her well while she was cleaning the patient's incision. She even used my mayo scissors and my crile forceps! I hope she knew that! That was the single, most humiliating day in my life as a nursing student. My stomach still flips whenever I recall that incident. It's a good thing I didn't cry. That would be even more humiliating. Usually, I feel like crying whenever I feel extremely humiliated. God, I hate that doctor. Oh, and btw, that doctor (she's a resident OB-GYN) is the mother of my former classmate in highschool. Her son gave me flowers on valentine's day when we were in Level 7. She has a really nice son so it's kind of hard to imagine that they're realted. I wanted to tell her that but I think that's just stupid and irrelevant and it's gonna make her hate me even more. Lol! The good thing is that she's  too preoccupied torturing nurses she didn't even had the time to tell anything to my CI. Hah! Buti na lang di nya ako sinumbong sa CI ko, that would have made things worse. That's the only consolation I get. Honestly, I think she's not a good doctor. Sure, she finished her degree with flying colors. She even took fellowships. But I think that even though how smart you are or how many degrees you've finished or how many titles are attached to your name, they're all worthless if you're not a good person. And I think every doctor should know that. I don't hate her because she's mean to me (well, just a little bit). I hate her because she's an arrogant person. The other nurses told me that she's always like that to the nurses and interns (and to whoever she considers as inferior to her). I think I have better bedside manners that her (seriously!), which is just pathetic because I used to look up to her. So to all the future doctors out there, please remember that professional success does not compensate for a bad attitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the good thing is that I won't have to deal with her this week at the hospital. I'm assigned to the pediatric ward. Bye-bye, OB ward! I'm sure as hell that I'm gonna miss all those vajayjays.  I did pedia once before on san jose district hospital. It was as tough as OB because almost every kid cries at the sight of a person wearing white. I blame their parents. Lagi na lang nilang ginagawang panakot ang mga nurse sa mga anak nila. Children always connote nurses to needles and injections.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..ooops, gotta go. I still haven't written anything on my critical paper on PhilMan. I gotta finish that tonight so that I won't have to deal with it during my duty week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so that's it for now. Sorry for the crappy update.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5402402754583533805?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5402402754583533805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5402402754583533805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/of-failing-grades-and-hospital-duties.html' title='Of failing grades and hospital duties'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2598554081959445119</id><published>2009-08-03T20:42:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T20:56:35.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paalam, Tita Cory (quickie post)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;MAY WE ALL N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;EVER FORGET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Spp03i45xGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ET5yMTOO1ok/s1600-h/bb2b3004b4f75e1a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 159px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Spp03i45xGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ET5yMTOO1ok/s400/bb2b3004b4f75e1a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375737602827207778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corazon Cojuanco-Aquino&lt;br /&gt;January 25, 1933 – August 1, 2009&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/2150161088101324418-2598554081959445119?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2598554081959445119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2598554081959445119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/08/paalam-tita-cory-quickie-post.html' title='Paalam, Tita Cory (quickie post)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Spp03i45xGI/AAAAAAAAAPk/ET5yMTOO1ok/s72-c/bb2b3004b4f75e1a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8796289676878608105</id><published>2009-07-27T21:09:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T21:35:39.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And she's done it again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Sm2nbSgW1kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nvQTkfjU5g4/s1600-h/ap_philippines_arroyo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 219px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Sm2nbSgW1kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nvQTkfjU5g4/s200/ap_philippines_arroyo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363126818533987906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;126 applauds.&lt;br /&gt;More than 6 billion audience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And so, she's done it again. President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo has given her "last" (and longest) state of the nation address today at the Batasang Pambansa. And as usual, I watched the whole event on TV  just like I always do. Well, I'm not really into politics or anything. I'm not even pro-administration or anti-administration. I just enjoy watching Madame President whenever she gives out her speeches about the country's "development" and what her administration has done to improve our struggling nation. Dunno, ever since I watched her SONA for the first time, I always wanted to finish it. Some people at my age find it boring, I find it..well..entertaining for the most part. I can't help but laugh on some of the things that she says. I don't wanna comment on them anymore, but if you watched her on TV, I think you might actually understand what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, even though how much the people hate her, I still find her amazing. Not in a sense that she's a good leader or anything, but because of her unique personality that I find very amazing. Despite of everything, she still has the courage to stand up and look strong in front of her people. Yes, she may be in to a lot of controversies lately, but the president still stays strong and brave to face her people with both love and authority. I may not like her when it comes to governing, but I do admire her personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Governance, however, is not about looking back and getting even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it is looking forward and giving more to the people &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who has given us the hardest and greatest gift of all, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to care for a country.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-PGMA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(I just hope this really is her LAST state of the nation address! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2150161088101324418-8796289676878608105?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8796289676878608105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8796289676878608105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-shes-done-it-again.html' title='And she&apos;s done it again...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/Sm2nbSgW1kI/AAAAAAAAAPc/nvQTkfjU5g4/s72-c/ap_philippines_arroyo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1491005930865603467</id><published>2009-07-21T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T22:09:33.071+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital duty: Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My second day in &lt;/span&gt;the area was a mixture of excitement and disappointment. I still had the same patient that I had yesterday. Apparently, the woman's husband doesn't have the money yet so they still can't leave the hospital although both the mother and her baby are  cleared for discharge. Because I had the same patient as yesterday, it means that I have less jobs to do..and it sucks!! All my other groupmates in the ward are busy doing their physical assessment while I just stand there watching them getting busy. It's not fair, I wanna be busy too. Plus, their cases are better than mine. My case is just the typical postmaternity mother who had a normal spontaneous delivery. She's fine, her baby is fine and their only problem is that they still can't pay their hospital bills. The others got the chance to be assigned to new patients with cooler cases like CS, preterm labor or Dilation&amp;amp;Curettage. One of my classmate regulated the IV fluids and had to check her patient's vital signs EVERY 15 MINUTES. One of us was given the chance to take out a urinary catheter (I wanna do that too!). As for me, I just waited for what seems like eternity! I waited for my patient to be discharged, I waited for a new patient, a new case, a new assignment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate my 2nd day of duty!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-1491005930865603467?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1491005930865603467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1491005930865603467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hospital-duty-day-2.html' title='Hospital duty: Day 2'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-7221004523120339574</id><published>2009-07-20T20:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T21:12:36.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hospital Duty: Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lipa City District Hospital. 7am-3pm. Dra. Anita Urbi RN, MAN, PhD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 4:30 am this morning because I don't wanna be late on my first hospital duty at the Lipa District Hospital. I left home at 5:40 am and arrived at lipa at exactly 6:00am.  I still had to wait for the others so that we could all go to LCDH at the same time to meet our Clinical Instructor. We arrived there 30 minutes earlier than the call time which was 6:45. I was early..or so I thought. Many students were already there together with their clinical instructors. I thought we were gonna be the first ones to arrive. Then we realized that we have different times. The hospital time was 30 minutes in advance, meaning, we were not early. We were almost late!!!! What the..??? What kind of place sets its clock 30 minutes in advance??? 5 minutes is okay but 30 minutes is "OA"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing is that we weren't considered as late..plus, it wasn't our fault that we don't know the official hospital time. I just looked at the brighter side of it. The earlier we start, the earlier we finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I forgot to mention the hospital part. The hospital doesn't look like a hospital at all! It was more like a construction site. I haven't seen the whole vicinity yet (we never had the time to get familiarized with the place) but I'm guessing that 60% of the hospital is under construction. There were hollow blocks and sacks of cement everywhere! Trucks carrying wood and gravel were parked outside the hospital. What a mess!!It was so unruly, not to mention the distracting sounds of the machineries. Not ideal for patients who are trying to recover.  But that wasn't the worst part yet..inside the hospital is a different kind of mess. There were so many patients and the hospital can't accomodate them anymore. A lot of patients were already in the hallways! A typical scenario of a public hospital. There wasn't enough space to walk on to. There was poor ventilation so there was a mixed smell of sweat and urine that dominated the place. They didn't have enough hospital facilities so some of the patients in the hallways even had to bring their own beds and improvise their IV poles!! I know it's not polite to react but I really can't help myself! It's my first time so I was really shocked..not that I'm not aware of the condition in public hospitals, it's just that it was my first time to actually see one. What I don't understand is that most of the people working there, specially the nurses, don't seem to care. My partner said that maybe they are just used to that kind of situation..like it's normal to have a lot of patients staying in the hallway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We didn't do much on our first day. We just attended the very boring orientation until 11 then we we're given a chance to have some nurse-patient interaction in the OB ward. We were only asked to do a physical assessment and initial examination on the patients but I still felt very nervous. We were brought to the ward and instead of assigning a patient to each of us, we were asked to pick our own. I picked the one in Bed F. Her name is Marissa Guab and she just gave birth to a baby boy (who was really cute, btw). She was really nice (thank God!) although the woman with her was kinda annoying. I think she was the girl's mother-in-law or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda messed up with the arrangement of my Phys. exam and assessment and the notes I wrote weren't organized enough. But that's okay..the others had worse notes. hehe.. I interviewed the mother and I found out that she was admitted 3 days ago. She just had a normal spontaneous delivery so it means that she should only be confined for 24 hours. She said that she was supposed to be discharged yesterday but because they can't pay their bills yet, they still can't go home even if they wanted to. The longer they stay, the bigger they'll end up paying. She seemed so stressed and problematic but what can I do?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kahit gaano kadaming beses ko syang kunan ng vital signs, wala akong magagawa sa problema nya..di ba?&lt;/span&gt; I wish I could help her get discharged but I felt helpless. I'm just new at this, and it's only my first day in the area. Until now, i still can't get that out of my mind. I felt this odd sympathy for that woman. And I can do nothing except to pray to God to help her get discharged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day has been very tiring to me even though I only handled one patient in the OB ward (well, it was actually two patients including the baby). I think I can handle the job, what I can't handle are my feelings. I become too attached to the patients. But that's just me. My mom said that I'll get used to it. I hope so coz it's really difficult if you keep on feeling sorry for all the patients there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..that's it for now. I still have to do homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck for tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-7221004523120339574?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7221004523120339574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7221004523120339574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/hospita-duty-day-1.html' title='Hospital Duty: Day 1'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3136978063658376169</id><published>2009-07-19T17:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T18:28:54.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow is the beginning of "the rest of my life"</title><content type='html'>wah. This is it. My first official hospital duty begins tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lipa City District Hospital. OB Ward. 6:45 am. With Dr. Anita Urbi RN, MAN, PhD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that scary or what??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is, last friday, I was actually very excited at the thought of going on my first hospital duty. I can't wait. I want the weekends to be over (yeah, i know. can't believe i said that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now..I'm beginning to get a little bit anxious about tomorrow. No. Scratch that. I'm soo nervous. I don't want to make any mistakes tomorrow. Whether it's taking vital signs, bringing something to the laboratory, or whatever it is that nursing students do on their hospital duty. I know it's okay to make mistakes, specially for beginners like me..but tomorrow is just very special to me. It's my first taste of the "hospital life." I'm  pretty sure that's something that I'll remember for the rest of my life...just like the first day of high school, or graduation. And I want to be able to look back to my first day of duty and say to myself that I did good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..I'm also a bit disappointed to the groupings. It always happens. I knew it! I knew it! I knew it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it, you ask??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm always "malas" when it comes to groupings. Either I belong to the lamest group, the last group, the group with the ugliest topic, the group with the most difficult topic, or the group where I'm the loner. And unfortunately, this time, I'm the loner. Again. All my friends are together in one group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"OMG, we belong to group 3" says one of my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yeah, isn't it cool?" says another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Aww, I'm with group 1. And as usual, I'm the only one left out," &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"That's okay. You'll have fun there. 'M' also belongs to your group" says another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anyway, we're gonna have so much fun! We'll be together for one whole year" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Yey..fun! *rolls eyes*" (that's me, of course)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This isn't the exact conversation we had. But it's similar to this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;I'm always left out. What have I ever done to deserve this??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I've already recovered from that. It was last month. And I know I'm gonna learn to love my group. Well I have to. It's permanent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my mom's pretty excited about it. I've already worn my white duty uniform twice but she's still crazy about how I looked like a real nurse in my uniform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..oops! Gotta end this...Duty calls. Haha. Still have to finish packing my things for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope it all goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3136978063658376169?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3136978063658376169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3136978063658376169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/tomorrow-is-beginning-of-rest-of-my.html' title='tomorrow is the beginning of &quot;the rest of my life&quot;'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5336684800985002934</id><published>2009-07-13T17:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T17:37:28.828+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stressed-out</title><content type='html'>BS Nursing is killing me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Specially now that duty weeks have begun. And return demos are also piling up on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suddenly don't know what I'm doing anymore. Last Friday, i had to do a demo on parenteral administration a.k.a. INJECTIONS..and my partner is just the unluckiest girl for having me as her partner. I totally messed up when I did an intramuscular route on her. She screamed in agony and I thought i was about to kill her with my gauge 23 needle. I turned her into a dartboard. I thought I knew what i was doing. The night before, i stayed up until the wee hours of the morning just so I could perfect my skills in injecting medications on a tomato. What a waste. I just wish I slept more. Oh God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day was such a mess! Never in my life have I done something so drastic. The thing is, I'm not used being a mediocre person. I always strive for perfection. And I know I am a good student. I had the knowledge, but I lack the skills. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to finish this semester without killing somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5336684800985002934?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5336684800985002934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5336684800985002934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/07/stressed-out.html' title='stressed-out'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6328116726081338324</id><published>2009-05-29T16:38:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T17:13:09.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wala ulit magawa</title><content type='html'>MY CURRENT LIFE IN 85 QUESTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;1. What are your plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;~ magpa X-ray para sa medical exam ko (requirement sa school)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;2. Whose car were you in last?&lt;br /&gt;~ can't remember&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;3. What perfume are you wearing ryt now?&lt;br /&gt;~ none&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;4. What color shirt are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;~ white and green (old PE shirt ko)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;5. How long is your hair?&lt;br /&gt;~ loooong..I'm planning to have a haircut kya lng tinatamad pa ako&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;8. Last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;~ Angels and Demons&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;9. Last thing you ate?&lt;br /&gt;~ ice cream&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;10. Last thing you drank?&lt;br /&gt;~ water&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;11. Where did you sleep last night?&lt;br /&gt;~ my bedroom&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you happy right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ not so much..&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;14. What did you say last?&lt;br /&gt;~ "magbibihis ako"&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;15. Where is your phone?&lt;br /&gt;~ on the dresser&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;17. What color are your eyes?&lt;br /&gt;~ black&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;18. When was the last time you had your heart broken?&lt;br /&gt;~ feb 1, 2009&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;19. Who/what do you hate/dislike currently?&lt;br /&gt;~ my stupid, boring, crappy SUMMER&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;22. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;~ yung intro ng grey's anatomy (nobody knows where they might end up..nobody knows...)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;23. If you could have one thing right now what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;~ A big fat scholarship (coz i really want to go to med school soooo badly)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;24. What is your Favorite Store?&lt;br /&gt;~ 7eleven? haha..hmmm..mga bookstores &lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;25. Who makes you happiest right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ my college and high school friends&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;33. What is the last alcoholic beverage you had?&lt;br /&gt;~ red wine from my ninang's dinner party&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;34. When is your birthday?&lt;br /&gt;~ september 26&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;36. Who was the last person to send you a text message?&lt;br /&gt;~ raiza palomillo (Sg namin)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;37. When is the last time you were in a swimming?&lt;br /&gt;~ i can't remember!!! Waaaah! Months ago pa un e. Hindi pa ako nakakapag swimming ngayong summer. How's that for cool??? Told ya my summer sucks. La tym for swimming. May pasok eh. College sucks talaga!&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;39. Where was the last place you went shopping?&lt;br /&gt;~ SM Lipa&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;40. How do you feel about your hair right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ hate it. So long, so unruly, so thick. Hate it. I used to have it rebonded kya lang hndi na pwede ngayon kc I have to tie it in a bun (that's the rule).&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;41. Do you have expensive Jewelry?&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah..i guess. I don't wear fake and plastic jewelry. &lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;46. Where does most of your family live?&lt;br /&gt;~ Batangas&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;47. Are you an only child or do you have siblings?&lt;br /&gt;~ one annoying older sister. (I wish I had an older brother, not an older sister)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;49. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up?&lt;br /&gt;~ OMG! It's 9:26am! I overslept again! (hate it whe i oversleep. It gives me a headache)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;50. Do you drink zagu?&lt;br /&gt;~ yup. I used to drink zagu all the time! As in after school (nung high school)&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;52. Friendster or Myspace?&lt;br /&gt;~ fs&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;54. What is your favorite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;~ Anatomy...suuuper favorite! Best subject i've ever taken. I wanna take it again nga eh. Very interesting kasi. The thing is, i'm pretty good at it! =D&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;57. Do you have any talents?&lt;br /&gt;~ yeah, i guess. Magdrawing?? haha..mejo. But if there's something I'm really good at, it's gotta be GIFTWRAPPING. Haha...seriously. I'm good at it. Mind-blowingly good. Talent ba un??&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;58. Have you ever been in a wedding?&lt;br /&gt;~ naman! xempre oo.&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;60. Did you take a nap today?&lt;br /&gt;~ unfortunately..no. I tried but my sister and her friends are practicing their dance outside. Malapit lang sa bedroom. It's so annoying nga e. I kept heearing the same freakin' song over and over again. Major LSS!&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;61. Ever met someone famous?&lt;br /&gt;~ yes&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;63. Do you want to be famous one day?&lt;br /&gt;~ oo..mejo. haha.. I wanna be a famous columnist..haha&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;65. Are you multitasking right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ oo..&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;66. Could you handle being in the army?&lt;br /&gt;~ hell no! They'd kick me out in less than a week. That's for sure. Hindi ko ata kaya physically&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;67. Do you believe in Karma?&lt;br /&gt;~ yes. Even though i don't want to. &lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;68. What color are your nails right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ fingernails: parang glazed pink. I dunno the name kc hiniram ko lang ung nailpolish sa tita ko. Sa paa, wala. &lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;69. highlight of your week?&lt;br /&gt;~ nothing in particular....haha...hmmm, meron pala. Ung medical at physical examination ko sa isang araw. haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;71. Ever been to another continent?&lt;br /&gt;~ not yet&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;72. Ever been to Las Vegas?&lt;br /&gt;~ not yet&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;74. Have you ever tried gambling?&lt;br /&gt;~ a bit..ung katuwaan lang pero may nakataya...haha&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;75. When was the last time you updated your blog?&lt;br /&gt;~ ngayon. haha&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;76. Have you been to New York City?&lt;br /&gt;~ not yet, but i want to. I've always wanted to live there&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;78. Do you have a favorite cartoon character?&lt;br /&gt;~ piglet&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;82. Stupidest thing you ever did with your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;~ i put my emergency money inside my phone. As in dun sa loob ng housing. That's ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;83. Last time you were sick?&lt;br /&gt;~ can't remember&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;84. Do you like anyone right now?&lt;br /&gt;~ yes..&lt;br /&gt;`&lt;br /&gt;85. Do you think anyone will repost this?&lt;br /&gt;~ i guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6328116726081338324?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6328116726081338324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6328116726081338324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/wala-ulit-magawa.html' title='Wala ulit magawa'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-497912484399368631</id><published>2009-05-14T15:37:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T21:17:52.198+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Sucks!</title><content type='html'>okay..first of all, I'm very sorry for leaving this thing hanging for quite some time now. haha..exactly one month since i last updated this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, probably all of you have already made a lot of wonderful memories for this summer. Well, good for you. Me? Nah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE CLASSES!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not what you're thinking! I don't have a failing grade whatsoever. I'm spending my summer at school because it's a freakin' requirement! Gaaah! Well, I think it's called the third semester. That's weird because only DLSU and CSB have third semesters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disadvantages of summer classes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. All work and no play&lt;br /&gt;2. I'm the only person who wears uniform during april and may&lt;br /&gt;3. PHYSICS!! (yeah, we actually have to take this up. What does it have to do with medicine by the way???)&lt;br /&gt;4. Still have to wake up at 5 am&lt;br /&gt;5. I always get left behind whenever mywhole family goes on a vacation&lt;br /&gt;6. PEOPLE THINK I FAILED A SUBJECT!! (what the heck! I never fail anything!!)&lt;br /&gt;7. We're the only people in the whole campus! Some courses do't have a third semester&lt;br /&gt;8. Instead of spending my time watching grey's anatomy online, i get to spend it practicing for demos&lt;br /&gt;9. HOMEWORK!!&lt;br /&gt;10. My class starts at 7:30am and ends at 6:45pm. And believe it or not, we only have a 30-min,. and 15-min. break!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well..there are also other advantages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I get to hang out with my friends during classes. We never really pay much attention to the prof specially on Logic and Critical thinking. Haha..easy peasy..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. ALLOWANCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. at least we don't have to spend 5 LOOOOONG years in college. We can finish it up in 4 years. Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..so that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy your summer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mejo kailangan ko muna mag-aral for my demo tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SgwOEFE-BaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/g828_BKs4Qw/s1600-h/P5310847.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 75px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SgwOEFE-BaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/g828_BKs4Qw/s200/P5310847.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335655121772479906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;-pat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-497912484399368631?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/497912484399368631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/497912484399368631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/05/summer-sucks.html' title='Summer Sucks!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SgwOEFE-BaI/AAAAAAAAAPM/g828_BKs4Qw/s72-c/P5310847.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-509321676129102390</id><published>2009-04-14T18:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:20:31.302+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored.</title><content type='html'>1.EVER LOST A CELL PHONE? &lt;br /&gt;&gt; No&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.THINGS YOU SPEND A LOT OF MONEY ON?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Books...CD's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.LAST FOOD YOU ATE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Sandwich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.WHERE DO YOU LIVE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;on a little blue planet called "earth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.CAN YOU COOK?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yep! But only the easy ones..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.CAN YOU SING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes. I can carry a tune. But i won't do it with a microphone..hate those things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.DO YOU SMOKE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;No. It's a horrid habit! Yuck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.PANCAKES OR FRENCH TOASTS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Pancakes!! Love 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.DO YOU LIKE COFFEE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes! Very much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.WHAT WAS THE LAST TEXT MESSAGE YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;"Don't forget to check my new entries!"  --from mimi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.CAN YOU PLAY POOL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes..although I'm not very good at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;C&amp;amp;C and Choco-hazelnut brownie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.WHAT TIME DID YOU WAKE UP THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I woke up at 4am then went back to bed (yeah..too early! I got used to it!)..then i got up agaain at 7:56am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO THIS WEEKEND?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Hah! I wish I knew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FAMOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.DO YOU HAVE A SISTER?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yes..a really annoying big sister who treats me like air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.WHAT WERE YOU DOING 30 MINUTES AGO?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;watching ER..(i love medical tv shows! Not that i'm a geek or something..i just love the flow of it! So exciting and unpredictable unlike the usual local drama shows..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.IF YOU WERE A COLOR, WHAT WOULD YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Y.E.L.L.O.W.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.IF YOU COULD GO ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW, WHERE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;in Bora! Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.FOOD YOU'RE CRAVING FOR RIGHT THIS MINUTE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;thick crust pizza with lots of cheese!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.NAME PEOPLE WHO'S NAME STARTS WITH THE LETTER"J"?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;jamella, jaymond, jm, jessie, jojo, jilly, joyce, jeff, jamilus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU PUT IN YOUR GROCERY CART?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I don't do the grocery...and i hate grocery carts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. DO YOU HATE ANYONE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dunno..define hate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.WHERE DO YOU USUALLY HANG OUT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;grandma's bedroom, grandpa's store, school, mall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28.WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO TOMORROW?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Go to school to fix some stuff and to view my grades..and perhaps see a movie with my friends..and oh, I gotta pick up my new glasses from dra. Lingao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.FAVORITE DAY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;my birthday? Haha..and New Year's eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.WHOSE BIRTHDAY IS COMING UP?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Miel (april 15), Donna-POT (april 18)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.WHERE IS HE/SHE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Cno? Ung # 32-33? Well, Miel's probably in her crib..and donna is in her house at palanca...haha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dunno. Probably just one. Haha! Wait, i need a spare..so make it TWO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.FAVORITE PLACE IN YOUR HOUSE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;grandma's bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE FRUITS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Watermelon and seedless grapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.IF YOU'RE SUPERHERO, WHO WILL YOU BE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Lara Croft (is she a superhero? hehe)..hmm? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU DID THIS MORNING?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;early daydreaming..haha! hmmm.... and check for messages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.LAST THING YOU DO BEFORE GOING TO BED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.WHICH DO YOU PREFER MOVIE OR COFFEE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.SKIRT/SHORT OR PANTS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE MALL?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;trinoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.WHAT DO YOU DO THERE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;shopping...window-shopping (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.WHAT ANIMAL WOULD YOU LIKE TO HAVE AS A PET?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;a parrot or a cuckatoo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.DO YOU DRINK?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;alcohol? No..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46.CAN YOU DANCE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;haha..i wish i could ! The least thing i wanna do is to make a complete fool out of myself by dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47.JOLLIBEE, MCDO or KFC?&lt;br /&gt; &gt;uhh..i really don't like fastfood, but what the heck! McDo??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48.LAST SONG YOU HEARD?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;dunno the title..but it's something like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not talking bout waiting&lt;br /&gt;and i don't wanna change your mind&lt;br /&gt;but there's a warm wind blowing on the skies above&lt;br /&gt;and i really wanna see you tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49.LAST MOVIE THAT YOU WATCHED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;The Parent Trap (I love this movie! I've seen it like a million times already!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. BEER or HARD?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;neither&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU SAY I LOVE YOU, EVEN when you DONT MEAN IT?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;no..I don't wanna abuse that phrase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. DO YOU PLAN TO HURT SOMEONE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. HOW'S YOUR LOVELIFE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;I'm loving my life..haha..joke. Lovelife ko? Well, let's just say I'm free but reserved. Haha..Still waiting for "that" time and for the right circumstances. But I'm not closing any doors...although i wanna prioritize things first. Ayoko nang maulit ung nangyari dati..haha! Ang dami kong sinabi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. RECENT GIFT YOU RECEIVED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;chocolates..(from a guy that I really don't like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. DO YOU THINK YOU'LL BE IN A RELATIONSHIP SOMEDAY?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yeah..i think so. But it's gonna be a long time before i enter one again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EXPERIENCE TO BE LOVED?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;yes. All the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. ARE YOU EASILY BECOME JEALOUS?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;depends..haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. ARE YOU IN LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;Yes. There are many kinds of love.  Friends, family, God, self..haha! I'm in love! I always will be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. DOES ANYONE HATE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&gt;don't know..don't care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-509321676129102390?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/509321676129102390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/509321676129102390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/bored.html' title='Bored.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-895867442365721185</id><published>2009-04-05T19:07:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T19:44:46.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta keep this thing going..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="j7mwah" author_possessive="j7mwah's"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;prelude: just the basics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. name - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;patrizze mara ozaeta garcia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. age - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. birthday - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;september 26, 1991&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. today's date - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;april 5, 2009 (it's palm sunday!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. school - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de la salle lipa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. orientation - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bookbutterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter one: your past&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. where were you born - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;st. patrick's hospital, batangas city&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. who did you like in 1st grade - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hmm.. isa sa mga kaklase ko.. haha..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. where was your first school - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Family Montessori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. who was your first boyfriend - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ndi official kase bawal..not exactly bf..whatever..it's gelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. who was your first best friend - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;carmina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what was your first word - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dunno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. who was the last friend you fought with - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what was the last thing you bought - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coke sakto..mag-smile araw-araw (haha..corny!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what was the last thing you regret - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not studying well during the finals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter two: your present&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what are you wearing - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white morgan shirt and black guess shorts with laces..plus brown slippers, a ponytail and my favorite black watch =D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what are you watching - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my monitor..kidding! Grey's anatomy season 3 episode 9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what are you listening to - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lemon tree by idunno (haha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what are you eating - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my nails..joke! It's a horrid habit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what are you drinking - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H2O.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what are you doing today - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;naghihintay ng ka-chat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. how does your hair look right now - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nakaponytail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. are you talking to anyone right now - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i wish i was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. who was the last person you talked to - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my granny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter three: your future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. do you plan to go to college - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i AM in college.. as of now..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. where do you want to go - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gusto ko sana magUP manila, pero ayaw ni ma.. .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. what do you want to be when you grow up -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; old and happy..hehe..joke. I wanna be a surgeon :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. do you want to get married - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yesss.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. do you want to have children - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yup..1 or 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. what would you name your children -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i like the name "julia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you want to be like your parents - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sa carreer, no..ayoko ng accountancy (mom) or engineering (dad)..but i wanna follow their sunny dispostion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. what age do you want to have sex- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wahaw.. wataquestion..i dunno..20 somethin.haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. what's the next school you will be attending -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wanna go to UP!!..kahit graduate study lang..pagbibigyan ko lang ang sarili ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. what are you doing on friday - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;biyernes santo?? Xempre magsisisi sa mga kasalanan..haha! Sana kasama ako sa bora noh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter four: favorites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. color -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; yellow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. food - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ice cream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. song - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;napaka dami!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. movie - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mr. and mrs. smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. actress -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; angelina jolie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. actor - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brad pitt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;7. singer - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;marie digby (i found out abt her two years ago on youTube..then sumikat xa sa pinas)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. band - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eraserheads..hehe..OPM music rocks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. store - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bookstores?? Hehe..pag clothes..i like kamiseta, kashieca (did i spell it right?), people are people.. =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. website - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yahoo, google..haha. Joke! Xempre blogs, youtube at http://www.cucirca.com/2007/01/18/greys-anatomy/..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. cartoon - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ben 10, hi hi puffy, chowder,totally spies, spongebob and arthur (an old cartoon that me and my sister used to watch when we were kids).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter five: this or that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. blue/green - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Green..Animo la salle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. plaid/striped - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. polka dotted/glittery -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; polka dotted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. 50 cent/eminem - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eminem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. cell phone/fax - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cellphone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. printer/scanner - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;printer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. digital camera/camera phone - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;digital cam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. sprite/fanta - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sprite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. shorts/capris - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. skirt/shorts - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shorts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. adidas/converse - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;converse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. bologna/salami - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. my chemical romance/matchbook romance - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my chemical romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter six: the opposite sex&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what color hair - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;black or dark brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what color eyes - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. short or tall - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;taller than me (kahit naka heels ako)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. what sports should he/she play - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soccer or swimming (hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. do you want him to be popular - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not really.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. does his religion matter to you - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes!! He has to be Catholic..wala lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. do you care if he's rich or not - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kahit ndi, basta matalino..joke! Basta masipag.. =P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. piercings or tattoos -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; neither..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter seven: school life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. what school are you currently in - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;La Salle pa rin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. what grade are you in -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; i'm gonna be a sophomore in a few months&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. do you like your school - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pwede na.. well, since no choice, yeah, fine.. pwede na.. :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. how many students are in your school - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;more or less 3,000? I really don't know. I'm not good at estimating..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. what are you doing at school at noon - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lunchbreak.. so nakain or nakikipagkulitan..except on tuesdays (i go home at 10 and come back again at 4:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. where did you go to kindergarten - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Holy Family Montessori&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. what was the name of your third grade teacher -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Teacher Decy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. do you get in trouble at school - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no..I'm a good student..hehe yabang ko! But i stay away from trouble even if it means being KJ (for my friends)..Serious ako sa studies ko e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. are you a loser at school - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no..I don't wanna be trampled on by other students&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. are you well known - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nung gradeschool yes, nung highschool not so much (specially if you belong to the top class where everybody is popular)..college.hmm..i'm only a freshman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. do you get good grades - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes..most of the time specially dati..grade conscious ako e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. do you write notes during class - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a lot!!! Lecture notes, doodles, khit ano! You should see my binder!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;chapter eight: friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. who are your best friends -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;highschool--camille and vernice (well, their closest to me), college---donna, rica, pearl and vanessa, sa text--mimi and mia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;2. have you ever hid something from a friend - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yeah..a lot of times. I'm quite secretive and my life isn't an open book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. have you ever lied to a friend - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;yes..mostly white lies O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. who are some of your other friends - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;other friends? marami.. O.o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. who is the craziest - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;crazy naughty? si vernice and donnapot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. who is the cutest - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ako? =)) JOWK LANG!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. who is the loudest - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearl and rica!!! =))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. who is the tallest - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Joyce?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. who is the shortest - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pearl..definitely. haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. who is the most athletic - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;rica (tennis player of the universe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. who is the most honest - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;kanya-kanyang honesty..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. who do you have the most fun with - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;corniques! (highschool barkada)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. who do you have the most inside jokes with -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; camille (hs) and donna (college)..they're my cousins and i'm with them most of the time so there are a lot to laugh about!&lt;/span&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/2150161088101324418-895867442365721185?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/895867442365721185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/895867442365721185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/gotta-keep-this-thing-going.html' title='gotta keep this thing going..'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4143052828181696887</id><published>2009-04-05T11:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T11:30:53.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I act 40 years old</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;Put an "x" next to each that apply to you:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;(x) I know how to make a pot of coffee.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;( ) I do my own laundry.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;( ) I can cook for myself.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;(x) I always do my homework.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;(x) I enjoy intellectual conversation.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;( ) I think politics are exciting.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;(x) I show up for school everyday, unless i'm sick.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;( ) I always carry a pen in my pocket/purse.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML); 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                var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;(x) I can count to 10 in Spanish&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;( ) When I say I'm going to do something, I do it.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;( ) I can mow the lawn.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;( ) I can wash a car.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;(x) I can make adults laugh, without being stupid.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;( ) I remember to water my plants.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a'); 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                var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;Now ADD UP how many (X)'s you have and your actual age.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln43"&gt;Title this as "I act _ _ years old."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god! I'm old!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;.&lt;&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/2150161088101324418-4143052828181696887?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4143052828181696887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4143052828181696887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-act-40-years-old.html' title='I act 40 years old'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-423905561077906948</id><published>2009-03-04T20:31:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T20:44:31.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 1st Birthday "my chaotic life"</title><content type='html'>Today marks the first birthday of my blog!! Yey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year (march 4, 2008)..i wrote a pretty lame blog entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah..my very 1st blog entry and i messed it up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha..well, history repeats itself. This is also a lame entry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xet. I can't think of anything good to write about. Ever since i started watching grey's anatomy online, i pretty much forgot about my blog. Well, but not exactly. Everytime i open the computer, i always go here..but unfortunately, i feel a little lazy to write another post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na talaga akong masabi..haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Happy 1st Birthday to this Blog!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-423905561077906948?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/423905561077906948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/423905561077906948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-1st-birthday-my-chaotic-life.html' title='Happy 1st Birthday &quot;my chaotic life&quot;'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3368567773798940306</id><published>2009-01-24T19:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T19:46:30.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt and Relief</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; 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                for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;Natapos din ang kalbaryo ko sa paghihintay. The results are out. Makakahinga na ulit ako ng maayos. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;My score wasn't bad. I was actually expecting a failing grade or something unsatisfactory...but God is so good. I passed! Yey!! What a relief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pano ba naman, nung time na kinuha ko ung exam dun, muntik ko nang di masagutan ung isang page.Hindi isang part ha, ISANG PAGE! The exam was 2 pages, but I thought one page lang. Ewan ko, di ko ata napansin kasi di naka-staple. Madali ung 1st page. After kong natapos yung 1st page, akala ko tapos na...but no! hell no!! 10 minutes before the the bell, I saw the other page. The ever so bloody second page of the exam. Yung mga questions 3points each at 5 points each! Madaming items din un na masasayang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shiyeeet!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood drained from my face. Para akong pinagsakluban ng langit at lupa. The second page was waaaay difficult, tapos I had to finish it for 10 minutes. TEN BLOODY MINUTES! That was the worst 10 minutes of my life!!! Di pa ako nakakasimula sa 2nd page, naglalabasan na ung iba sa exam room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;To cut the long story short, minadali ko ang second part. I never even bothered to review. My handwriting was terrible..almost impossible to read. I had to leave one question about the formula of the reaction of glyceryl tristearate (whatever) with NaCl. Malaking puntos din yun!!!! Wah!! Tapos di pa ako makapag-isip sa sobrang pagmamadali. SUPER DUPER RUSH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;I was the last one to pass the paper. I was the last one to exit the examination room. Mala-Edward Cullen ako nung lumabas sa room sa sobrang kaputlaan ng mukha ko. Paiyak na talaga ako at that time, kung hindi ko kasama sina kim na maglakad papunta sa next room, baka humagulgol na ako. I hated myself back then. Siguro kung di ko nakita ung second page, di ko mapapatawad sarili ko. Baka magpasagasa na lang ako sa labas at wag nang magtake ng next exam (na nasa kabilang building!). Because honestly, it's impossible to pass the exam kung di mo nasagutan ung second page.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln20"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. I just want to share my experience. Plus, I just have to let it out. Ngayon ko lang kinwento kasi the past few days, I was trying to forget everything. First time nangyari sakin yun. Di ko makakalimutan talaga!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you know what, even though I passed, I still have this bad feeling inside of me. GUILT. And nanghihinayang pa din ako hanggang ngayon. What if hindi ko nakaligtaan sagutan ung 2nd page? I guess I would've gotten a better grade. Tsaka sana hindi ako nagworry..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;Oh, well..past is past..move on. Gasgas na ya ng linyang yan, pero ganyan naman talaga. Hindi ko ma-rewind ang nangyari at least natuto ako. Haha..Nice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: justify; line-height: 150%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/2150161088101324418-3368567773798940306?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3368567773798940306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3368567773798940306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/guilt-and-relief.html' title='Guilt and Relief'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3279207326153811986</id><published>2009-01-18T16:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:57:07.755+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Names</title><content type='html'>nakaw kay zyrelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;1. YOUR REAL NAME:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;--- Patrizze Mara Ozaeta Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;2. YOUR GANGSTA NAME: (first 3 letters of real name plus izzle):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;--- Patizzle.....xet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;3. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (fav color and fav animal):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;--- Yellow butterfly... (haha...di bagay..ang amo pakinggan, detective pa naman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;4. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, and current street name):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;--- Ozaeta Makalintal.....(ugh. never mind)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;5. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (the first 3 letters of your last name, first 2 letters of your first name, last 3 letters of mom's maiden name):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;--- Garpaeta (sounds like an extinct animal or an ancient egyptian king)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;6. YOUR SUPERHERO NAME: (2nd favorite color, favorite drink):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;--- turquoise lemonade.. shet.. O.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln18"&gt;7. YOUR ARAB NAME (2nd letter of your first name, 3rd letter of your last name, any letter of your middle name, 2nd letter of your moms maidenname, 3rd letter of you dads middle name, 1st letter of a siblings first name, last letter of your moms middle name):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;--- Araztza (okay..this doesn't make any sense! Can you even read it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;8. YOUR WITNESS PROTECTION NAME: (mothers middle name):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;--- Ozaeta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;9. YOUR GOTH NAME: (black, and the name of one your pets):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="ln25"&gt;--- black cooper.. (I don't actually have a pet, but if i do have one, i'd name it "cooper")&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/2150161088101324418-3279207326153811986?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3279207326153811986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3279207326153811986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/fun-with-names.html' title='Fun with Names'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8773139279955628988</id><published>2009-01-18T15:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T09:50:39.492+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas mahaba kaya 'to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bodytext"&gt;&lt;div class="bodytext" id="item_body" author_possessive="tinkerpsichorean's" author="tinkerpsichorean"&gt; &lt;p&gt;You're stuck on an elevator with the person you've fallen the hardest for, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;♥ use my peripheral vision when I look at him so that it won't be too obvious, avoid talking and moving so that I won't make myself look stupid in his presence (and then afterwards, I would feel guilty that I didn't do anything decent)---haha..this is soo me. Nasa huli ang pagsisisi&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;♥ haha...like lang naman..so I guess I can like him back. But that's it. No strings attached. I don't wanna risk losing the friendship for love. I'm just one of the people who believe that the former lasts longer.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;If you're dying and you ever wanna live to see another day, you're forced to snort cocaine, do you do it?&lt;br /&gt;♥ you don't die from snorting cocaine noh.. =P pero nope, i don't do drugs..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you woke up in one of the Saw movies, do you think you could survive?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I wouldn't want to survive after that. I'd rather die&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have to dye your hair a different color for the rest of your life, what color do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;♥ black. Forever black. I wouldn't look good in blonde hair anyway (morena kaya ako), so I'll stick with black. That's my natural hair color so I wouldn't want to change it. Plus, I believe that black hair is the most beautiful color.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You have to get a tattoo, where and what do you get?&lt;br /&gt;♥ i don't have to, pero just for the sake of it, gusto ko sa center ng aking lumbar area..design? Butterfly na maliit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Are you mad about anything?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes. Mad at myself for not doing good in my biochemlab exam. I studied my ass off but I was an idiot. Wanna know the whole story? Nah. I don't want to remember it.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening to music?&lt;br /&gt;♥ surprisingly...no. Which reminds me, I have to listen to a particular song that I heard on the radio this morning..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you smoke weed everyday?&lt;br /&gt;♥ no. And I wouldn't want to.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Could you go a month without cursing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ No. Haha! I hate to admit it but it's already a part of my life. Ewan ko ba!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Are you currently reading a book?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Kanina...ung Textbook of Surgery by Sabiston na pilit kong iniintindi. For the sake of my case study. Gusto ko na talagang matapos un!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever ridden a horse?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yup..3 years ago. Just for the sake of my friends&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What's the funniest movie you've ever seen?&lt;br /&gt;♥ madami eh..isa na dun yung Bruce Almighty =))&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Are you scared of sharks?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nope.. :)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ search-in shirt, yellow shorts and toeberries&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Next president?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I don't really care..but since I'll be voting for the 2010 presidential elections (yey!), I think I HAVE TO CARE. Loren Legrada siguro. Ewan. Sino bang mga tatakbo.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Can you honestly say that things are running smoothly for you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ not really..school at lovelife..I really need help. Hindi nga. Sa school okay pa, I can manage on my own. Besides, may finals pa..pero yung isa..haaay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;What's your view on taking risks?&lt;br /&gt;♥ everyday is a risk, yet a chance..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Would you rather trade in your ipod or computer/laptop and every detail stored in it for 10,000 dollars?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Yes! I would use if to buy a new one. Besides, nakasave naman sa flash drive ang important files at halos lahat ng pics ay naka-upload sa multiply/friendster..at lahat ng important documents (i.e. essays, researches) ay makikita sa email ko (sent items..hehe!) Yan ang tinatawag na BACKING-UP..heehee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Does your heart come with a key, or is it already taken?&lt;br /&gt;♥ It doesn't have a key, but it can never be taken. I own it. But I can let it be borrowed naman. Hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;How'd your day go, by the way?&lt;br /&gt;♥ okay. I guess. I just wasted the whole day in front of the computer while eating left over food from yesterday's party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Which do you prefer on your toast: butter, jelly, peanut butter, or Nutella?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nutella!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Are you a Gatorade drinker?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes. but I still prefer water over every drink ever invented&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You see a shooting star, do you make a wish?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I hardly ever see a shooting star. Whenever i see one, I always forget to make a wish even if I wanted to because I almost always end up at admiring the sight. It's just so amazing that I forget to make a wish! haha!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How do you handle your hair once you finished washing it?&lt;br /&gt;♥ balot sa towel. then suklay. then towel uli. suklay ulit. then just let it be.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have relatives living in a different country?&lt;br /&gt;♥ a lot..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you turn on the lamp when it's bright out?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes. When it's bright outside I close the curtains or the blinds then I would turn on the light. Weird? haha. I just prefer artificial white light over natural light. Ewan ko, natural li&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been addicted to WoW or SC?&lt;br /&gt;♥ No.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;When it rains, do you go out and start to dance?&lt;br /&gt;♥ I used to, when I was a kid. (sa likod ng bahay)..but I can't do it now kasi madaming babakat tapos nakatira kami sa bayan (so madaming makakawitness..haha) But I would love to do it again. When my mom isn't looking..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What are you listening to right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Mad by Ne-yo&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you get carried away with things?&lt;br /&gt;♥ usually&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Which is better? Long or short hair?&lt;br /&gt;♥ long sa girls.. short sa guys&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;True or False? Goths are losers.&lt;br /&gt;♥ nope.. just different? Being a loser doesn't depend on your style preference.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing or word that comes to mind when you hear the word EMO?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yung hairstyle at eyeliner nila..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like roller coasters?&lt;br /&gt;♥ hell yeah!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you like high-boots?&lt;br /&gt;♥ not really, parang di bagay sakin. Tsaka ang init kaya&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;True or False? Smoking is completely stupid and disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;♥ disgusting, yeah.. pero not really stupid.. i understand.. =P&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;How much do pop-ups suck?&lt;br /&gt;♥ bigtime!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Are puppies cute?&lt;br /&gt;♥ yes. If they don't bite.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Pancakes are yummy, yes?&lt;br /&gt;♥ definitely! I love making them and eating them&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Your eye color is:&lt;br /&gt;♥ Black..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;What is the meaning of life?&lt;br /&gt;♥ choices..never ending choices&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Is lying ok to do if it's to help someone?&lt;br /&gt;♥ i guess? wag lang yung big lie talaga.. A little white lie doesn't hurt anybody&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you happen to be afraid of heights?&lt;br /&gt;♥ nope.. not ever..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Is it a big deal if someone doesn't believe in God?&lt;br /&gt;♥ not really.. kanya-kanyang belief lang..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;People who cut themselves are:&lt;br /&gt;♥ crazy..&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Do you happen to be bored?&lt;br /&gt;♥ obvious ba?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&gt;Katatapos lang ng exams pero feeling ko may kailangan akong gawin&lt; &lt;/p&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/2150161088101324418-8773139279955628988?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8773139279955628988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8773139279955628988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/mas-mahaba-kaya-to.html' title='Mas mahaba kaya &apos;to!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5469474398582628587</id><published>2009-01-18T15:11:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T15:31:23.012+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longest survey daw oh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Starting time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3:12pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Name:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Patrizze Mara Ozaeta-Garcia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoe size:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What are you wearing right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- search-in shirt, yellow shorts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where do you live?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- batangas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Number/s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Drinks:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- tubig. orange juice. banana berry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Favorite Months:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- september, may&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial,helvetica;"&gt;***********Have You Ever***********&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Been in a bath tub:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yup..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Swam in the ocean:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fallen asleep in school:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa school clinic, oo..pero during class...nuh-uh..not yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken someone's heart:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- apparently, yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fell off your chair:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yup..chemistry class--Level 9--while heating a glass tubing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saved e-mails:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- of course.. cheesy and school stuff..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;***********What is************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your room like:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- messy..especially my table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's right beside you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the last thing you ate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- cracker nuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;------------Ever Had-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chicken pox:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope...but I wanted to have it sana sa bakasyon. Why? Because I know that sooner or later, I'm gonna have it. I wanna get over with it. Hopefully pag walang pasok. Para tapos na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sore throat:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yup!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stitches:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Broken nose:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-----------Do You-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Believe in love at first sight?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- not really..i think it's stupid. Love at first sight means "physical attraction" and love is based on more than just physical attraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like picnics:?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------Who----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who was the last person you danced with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hmm..my friend's friend last TS night. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who last made you smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- mimi tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who did you last yell at?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- my sister?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;----------Final Questions-------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hate someone in your family?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- wala naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Diamond or pearl?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- pearl.. (name din yan ng friend ko--pearl manguiat. But we call her Mapen) =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are you the Eldest?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- no..youngest nga eh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wait, akala ko ba final questions na yun?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;-------Today did you-----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. Talk to someone you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sa ym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. Kiss anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Get sick?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- nope..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*where's number 4?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. Talked to an ex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- haha..asa...nope.. =))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. Miss someone:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- YES! Actually madami&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;----------Last person who----------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. You talked to on the phone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- the computer technician&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from 7 naging 21*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Have a crush on someone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- oo naman.. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. What books are you reading right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Textbook of Surgery by David Sabiston, MD (bakit?? Kasi may tinatapos akong case study..haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;23. Best feeling in the world:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- feeling of accomplishment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;24. Future kids names?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- hmm..I haven't even thought about it. I'm not sure if I wanted one nga e. Hehe, joke. But I like the name Julia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25. Do you Sleep with stuffed animals?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I used to. But now I sleep with books. Haha..ganyan talaga pag nakakatulog sa pag-aaral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;26. What's under your bed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- a big container full of old clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;28. Favorite locations&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;- beach at rooftop...backseat of the auditorium. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;29. Danced a slow dance with someone you didn't even like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- yes. It was quite embarassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from 29 naging 32*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;32. Who do you really hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yung girl na nag-audition sa american idol in her bikinis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*from 33 naging 35*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;35. Ever liked someone you didn't have a chance with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- celebs and athletes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;36. You lonely right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- yes, kind of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;37. What time is it now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- 3:30&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5469474398582628587?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5469474398582628587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5469474398582628587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/longest-survey-daw-oh.html' title='Longest survey daw oh!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4329003304590386655</id><published>2009-01-03T22:19:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:25:15.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>just a quickie!</title><content type='html'>Christmas break is almost over. Tomorrow is my last day of freedom so we're going to MOA. Hehe..Last chance na eh. Besides, I have to make the most out of my last 24 hours because next week is gonna be one hell of a week for me. That's for sure. It's gonna be the last week before our *gulp* midterm exams.  And quizzes are all lined up for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well. That's life. There's more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now! I know I won't be able to update this thing for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-4329003304590386655?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4329003304590386655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4329003304590386655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-quickie.html' title='just a quickie!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2713327944174070245</id><published>2009-01-02T20:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T20:54:12.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text Message</title><content type='html'>(the text message that made my day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               M: I wanna sleep! But I'm having a difficulty again. Ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Y: Try counting sheeps. He he he&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               M: Very funny! Hindi tlaga aq maka2log. Hirap aq ma2log e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;               Y: Ok yan. Kesa naman hirap kang gumising!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corny. But it made me smile. Really. It's amazing how a simple gesture or a very corny joke can make your day complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala lang. Just a sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-2713327944174070245?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2713327944174070245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2713327944174070245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/text-message.html' title='Text Message'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6382222299473512707</id><published>2009-01-01T13:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:48:24.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cram.Cram.Cram.</title><content type='html'>2009 is not good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, the weather. It's stupid. Last night was the worst new year's eve of my life. It was raining. How lame is that? How are you gonna be able to enjoy new year's eve when it's all wet and cold and raining? Dance in the rain and ruin your perfectly neat new year's eve outfit? Nah! I'd rather just stay indoors if that's the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were less fireworks probably because of the rain. And of course, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pag may ulan, may putik.&lt;/span&gt; IT WAS TERRIBLE! I got pissed off so I went inside my grandmother's room and decided to watch starmovies instead. I spent the first few minutes of 2009 watching Pirates of the Carribean. My only consolation last night was the food. Always the food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason is that I still have loads of work to finish. I haven't even finished half of it and that's what makes me so irritable these days. I've only managed to make 4 pages of text in my case study because everytime I decide to continue my work, all I ever do is research. Reasearch, research,research. And then I copy and paste it on word (I've already accumulated 33 pages of research). Then that's it. I know it's useless until I make something decent of of those data but I'm still finding it hard to focus. To make things worse, I always end up in friendster or youtube.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never gonna be able to finish this on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm the first presenter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have limited time left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need 11 bloody pages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, i know. I'm doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus, the midterm exam is gonna be 2 weeks from now. I haven't started reviewing so  now I'm cramming. I'm cramming to finish my bloody anatomy paper and to finish my homeworks. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The predictions were right (even though I don't really believe in astrology). 2009 really is gonna be one heck of a year for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6382222299473512707?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6382222299473512707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6382222299473512707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2009/01/cramcramcram.html' title='Cram.Cram.Cram.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2196922432935769237</id><published>2008-12-30T11:55:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T13:28:26.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm back...sort of</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is all i can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just kidding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG! It's been such a long time. My last post was more than a month ago and it's the longest time that I haven't updated this thing. I was sooo busy these past few weeks and I barely had enough time for leisure. Christmas break came but I still had tons of work to do. I have to prepare for my return demonstration on vital signs (I've already practiced even before the break started so I guess that one's already taken care of) and on top of that I have to study for my loooong quizzes on biochemistry and anatomy (both lecture and lab classes). But the only thing that makes me want to cry is my anatomy requirement which constitutes to 50% of my midterm grade for the second semester.  I still have a bloody case analysis to finish and I still need to fill up the 15 bloody page requirement. Where am I gonna get that much write-up in less than a week?? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Buti pa 'tong blog napupuno ko kahit papano...haha! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..enough cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have six long days to prepare for that.  (God, who am I kidding!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, these are random pics that I failed to post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SVmoD8UuxzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JQZkOGovypQ/s1600-h/DSCF0122.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SVmoD8UuxzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JQZkOGovypQ/s320/DSCF0122.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285440423382140722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My friends and I during our EK escapade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SVmfJ37XN7I/AAAAAAAAANs/b3tTV-3uc3M/s1600-h/s.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SVmfJ37XN7I/AAAAAAAAANs/b3tTV-3uc3M/s320/s.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285430629676562354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frog dissection with my lab partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(what's inside the jar with the yellow lid? Oh. That's the frog)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SVmfvPxgV4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ikBg5zh5GDM/s1600-h/1_143801391l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SVmfvPxgV4I/AAAAAAAAAN0/ikBg5zh5GDM/s320/1_143801391l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285431271732828034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"christmas lunch" with the ozaetas (I'm wayyy over there at the back! See my head?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only three stupid pictures?? Well, I don't have enough time to upload some more. Haha! I still have to research for the course and prognosis of fractures. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......but!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise to catch up sooooon. (I don't know when "soon" is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to finish whatever it is that I need to finish before school starts again. Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/2150161088101324418-2196922432935769237?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2196922432935769237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2196922432935769237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-backsort-of.html' title='I&apos;m back...sort of'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SVmoD8UuxzI/AAAAAAAAAOE/JQZkOGovypQ/s72-c/DSCF0122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-397544238712688916</id><published>2008-11-13T08:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T09:16:06.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing time</title><content type='html'>I'm starting to hate this day. Stupid! Stupid! I'm currently spending my time in our school's computer lab because we don't have anphylab class. We were supposed to have our Anatomy ang Physiology lab today, 7:00-10:00 am, and guess what? We don't have a prof yet! We waited in the laboratory for almost an hour..for nothing! Then I had to go to the office of the dean because we don't have a prof. He said that they haven't hired the new prof yet. Ugh. The dean was very nice, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's still very early and our next class begins at 2pm, so that means that I have 6 bloody vacant hours today. Define bored! Why is it that everytime I have something important to do, i almost always don't have the time to do it? And why is it that whenever i have all the time in the world, I can't think of anything to do except to wallow in self-pity. I feel so lonely. I decided not to go home and come back again for my next class since nobody's home today. My friends are not yet here, we have different schedules, you see. They all belong to the same lab classes so I'm left alone in my different schedule. It's a good thing that my other classmate, Kierstine, also have the same bloody situation like me. All her friends also belong to a different class. We're both left-out so we've decided to stick together during days like these so that we won't have to wander around the campus all by ourselves. Lucky me..*rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-397544238712688916?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/397544238712688916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/397544238712688916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/killing-time.html' title='Killing time'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-748474830399687855</id><published>2008-11-11T21:24:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:43:27.524+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Not what I expected</title><content type='html'>I just got home..I know, it's a bit late than my usual dismissals. Well, I have to get used to it. We have a lot of subjects that end at 7:30 and 8:00 pm. But it's exciting though, even if it's a little scary to still be out in the streets at night, specially nowadays. And it's also difficult to get a ride during the late hours of the night, even on weekdays. Dunno, but it wasn't like this before..&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'll stop beating around the bush. Let's proceed to my main topic: BioChem lab--the subject I've been loathing for ever since I read the groupings posted on our bulletin board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent my afternoon sleeping by the way. I was trying to think of something better to do while waiting for my next class, but unfortunately, I couldn't think of anything. The classes just started yesterday so we really have nothing to do yet (except for a couple of assignments which I have already finished due to my boredom yesterday). So I decided to sleep. I dozed for like 2 and a half hours or so. I really can't remember. Anyway, I was able to come to school early with a spare time to check the newly processed books in the library. I found interesting ones by Nicholas Sparks. Unfortunately, the librarian said that they are not yet allowing books to be borrowed for home-use. What a bummer! Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I said a while ago that I'll stop beating around the bush..heheh..okay, I mean it this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;BIOCHEMISTRY LAB&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreading this subject. I know that it's only a 2-unit subject but lab subjects are not as easy as they seem to be. You need skills together with your knowledge. When I entered the laboratory, I already saw what seems to be teacher's stuff placed on top of the table. I froze. The lab instructor is here. Am I late? Well luckily, I saw that the classroom is almost empty except for four very punctual students: Mommy Beth (my 48-year-old classmate), Lara, Joyce and Kierstine. I sat next to Kierstine at the 1st table at the back. But after sometime, I decided to sit next to Lara who is at the front. Then another classmate came in with a bad news: "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Si Ms. Berana daw and prof natin sa biochemlab."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?? Ms. Berana? You've gotta be kidding! Please tell me it was a joke. But it wasn't. It was confirmed when she entered the lab 10 minutes early to ask my classmate to borrow an overhead projector. I know her. I see her all the time. I've been hearing so much horrible things about her. I know her because she's my former guidance councelor's wife. She was my cousin's lab instructor during the first semester. Donna said that she's very strict when it comes to her requirements and she gives low grades. She's the very opposite of my very jolly and affectionate chem1 lab instructor, Mr. Tapay. They say that she's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;mataray, strikta, walang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sense of humor. Because of that, I immediately went back to my previous seat at the back. I'm really not in the mood to grab the teacher's attetion on our first day of lab. It was way too scary!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the class started (she's very punctual, by the way), the laboratory was embraced by a deafening silence. My classmates were also feeling what i was feeling at that moment: pure terror. Well, she didn't give  us a bad impression. I really didn't find her mataray. My fear wasn't caused by her presence but by all the unpleasant things that my friends used to tell me about her. I can't see any hint of her &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;katarayan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; at all! She doesn't smile at first, and she doesn't show any hint of the sense of humor I was dying to see..but as the time passed by, she started giving us some jokes while she was making us recall the laboratory rules and procedures. Her frustrated attempts to make up a decent joke wasn't so bad after all. In fact I appreciated it! I really don't know why, but I just felt that i had to force a little laugh so that she's not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;lugi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; with her pathetic joke about the eye-wash. But then after a while, the fake laugh felt real. I just knew at that time that I can learn to like that teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a long discussion about the importance of biochemlab blah, blah, blah and I was getting a little bored. My seatmate, Stanley, took out his gum and offered it to us. I thought it was ridiculous to eat in a class of a "terror" teacher, but after refusing the watermelon-flavored gum, I got one and ate it. Stan, Kierstine and Camille ate theirs too. Chewing the gum was difficult because we only did it when Ms. Berana isn't looking. It was fun actually. Not the experience of eating chewing gum, but the experience of breaking a rule. I am not used to breaking school policies. Haha..After her discussion is over, she grouped us into our *gulp* permanent lab partners. I silently prayed for a better lab partner than the one I had last sem (well, levy is a sweet girl but she really is far from being the ideal lab partner). It seems that God was really challenging me at that time because my lab partner turned out to be one of the most quiet students in my class. She is also..umm..let's say..not my "dream lab partner." But I guess I have to accept it. It's final. I guess i just have to work harder for a decent grade this semester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still have so much time before the class ended so she gave us a test. It was just an evaluation whether we have learned from our previous laboratory subject. It wasn't that bad. But I was hoping to get a really high grade for our first test but I forgot some of the answers and I had wrong spellings. Oh well, past is past. Move on. Haha..We were dismissed 45 minutes early. But it was 6:45 and it was already dark outside. Fortunately, I managed to go home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-748474830399687855?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/748474830399687855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/748474830399687855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/not-what-i-expected.html' title='Not what I expected'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2050750935938790487</id><published>2008-11-11T11:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T21:20:03.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2nd day-2nd sem</title><content type='html'>Ok, this is by far, the worst moment of my 2nd semester. I am currently at home typing this..half an hour ago, i was at school in my Filitwo class which ran from 7.30-10.30 am. I still have my biochem lab class this afternoon. So why am I at home?? Because freakin' biochem starts at 4.30pm. What am I supposed to do for six hours?? So I decided to go home and take a nap, but I was afraid that due to my exhaustion from my filitwo class (3 hours of Filipino class can be really exhausting!), my "short nap" will turn into a deep sleep and I'm afraid that I won't get into my next class on time. I don't wanna be late. I've never been late in my classes ever since i started schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I hate this schedule because it's so weird. I'm not used to going home from school and then going back to school again for my next class. I mean, if I stayed at school, what am I supposed to do there??? Rot myself in the library??? Ugh. And by the way, what really pisses me off in this kind of set-up is that our lab classes (anatomy and biochem), were divided into two separate groups. What's wrong with it?? It's because all my friends belong to group 2 while I'm the only one left to rot alone in group one. I really want us all to be together. I wanna be with them too! Specially with Donna, because were supposed to go home together. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala na akong kasabay magbyahe pauwi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, our Clinical Instructor announced that we are going to have clinical exposures this semester. Clinical exposure is another way of saying that we're going to have hospital duties..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;magduduty na daw kami! &lt;/span&gt;As early as first year! Whaatt?? OMG! During the first semester, we're already hearing rumors about this, but I never thought that it will be implemented right away. I mean, i know that we'll have to do it eventually, but I never thought that it would be sooner than I thought. The idea of having a duty in the hospital didn't really sink in to me until now. While I was listening to that announcement, I feel like someone's yelling in my head: "This is it! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nursing na talaga 'to!&lt;/span&gt; OMG!" At first i was excited, but it was suddenly replaced by a feeling of fear--fear that I won't do good in practical nursing procedures. I know I'm quite good when it comes to academics and written exams, but i don't know if I can survive the real nursing world. What if my skills weren't enough? What if I fail my return demos and practical exams? That thought got me into thinking that "Do I really wanna be a nurse? Am i ready to be one?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer, of course, is NO. I know it deep inside because of the fear that's gripping my heart right now. But then again I thought, "Hey, I'm only in my first year as a student nurse! Of course I'm not ready. Who is??" I suddenly remembered the very purpose of being in school. I'm here because i have to learn. I am here because I am not ready YET. I am yet to discover what my abilities are, to enhance them so that it may be useful in the future. Who knows, I might just be a good nurse after all! Right now, all I have to do is do my best and get rid of this fear inside of me. I have to start learning how to think positively.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-2050750935938790487?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2050750935938790487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2050750935938790487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/2nd-day-2nd-sem.html' title='2nd day-2nd sem'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3237609026444374498</id><published>2008-11-09T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T20:57:00.875+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quickie Post</title><content type='html'>okay..since I only have a few minutes left to use the computer (mom wants me to sleep early), I'll try to make this as quick as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to school tomorrow. 2nd sem na..is that scary or what?? Anyway, I'm pretty excited for tomorrow..yeah, I changed my mind. I guess I really do want to go to school after all. Hehe..Why? Obvious reason why students are motivated to go to school: Allowance. Yup. I said it. I want my allowance back. Haha...Well, that's not the only reason. I also wanted to see my friends again and of course, I wanna see the outside world. hehe..After more than three weeks of hibernation (a.k.a. Sembreak), I'm finally gonna be able to go experience life in the outside world (I stayed too much at home during the sembreak. Eat-Sleep-Blog was my life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now. I guess I won't be able to update this thing starting tomorrow specially if schoolwork starts to pile-up. I'm really gonna miss my "sembreak-mode."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Well, that's it. I told you it was quick. Well, gtg. Long day tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.&lt;br /&gt;why is everybody claiming to be Edward Cullen's wife??&lt;br /&gt;hehe..just wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To edward cullen's "wives": Peace!!  V(^_^)V&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3237609026444374498?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3237609026444374498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3237609026444374498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/quickie-post.html' title='Quickie Post'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2931877696976507224</id><published>2008-11-07T20:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:01:31.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal..soon T_T</title><content type='html'>"Okay. Don't panic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I said to myself when I woke up this morning. I really was in a bad mood to start the day. Why?? Because it was only then that I realized that I only have less than three days of vacation. On Monday, my life will be back to normal. I will be facing something that I've been dreading ever since I started this hibernation--school. So why am I dreading school?? 4 words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;hectic schedule, difficult subjects&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah, I'll be dealing with those 3 days from now. My 2nd sem schedule is a goddamn torture. Aside from having Sunday as my only day to rest (we have saturday classes, damn!), my classes also end at the most ungodly hour. Early classes, late dismissals and a saturday class. How lame is that?? To make things worse, I would have to deal with bloody &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Biochemistry&lt;/span&gt; and bloodier &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anatomy&amp;amp;Physiology&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Just thinking about those new subjects makes tiny droplets of blood flow down from my nose. Nosebleed! We  have biocem lecture, biochem laboratory, anatomy&amp;amp;physiology lecture and anatomy&amp;amp;physiology lab..whew! I can't hide my nervousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there it is..I guess as early as now, I have to condition myself for some serious late night studying if I still want to be a DL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for now..I gotta spend the remaining 3 days of vacation doing what I have to do..and good luck to me for my second sem in college! T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span id="shoutouttxt" style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"&gt;Sometimes I tend to look at the moon and I tell myself even if we're miles apart, every night when we look at the sky we see exactly that same moon...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;--stat nya sa YM yesterday..yee! I just can't help but post this here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-2931877696976507224?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2931877696976507224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2931877696976507224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-normalsoon-tt.html' title='Back to normal..soon T_T'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-9195855699984140653</id><published>2008-11-03T03:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T04:35:35.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Online Dillemma</title><content type='html'>I was up at 3:something am today because of our online enrollment. I wanted so badly to enroll early so that I wouldn't have to line up at the cashier to pay my tuition. After my countless desperate attempts to open my account at the e*wizard, I ended up typing this. What's worse is that when you go to the site, there is something terrible written. The website posted a sign which says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Note: SERVER IS DOWN FOR MAINTENANCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;It was soooo frustrating! I had the sudden urge to scream at my computer, but I reminded myself that it's 3am and I could wake up the whole house with my early morning dilemma. It sucks! Today is supposed to be the day of online enrollment for freshmen and the site is still under maintenance! UGH. How lame is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come to think of it..I am still luckier than my other block mates who still haven't viewed their grades yet. The online viewing of grades also suck (btw)! Online viewing of grades was last october 30 and some students are still finding a hard time to access their accounts on the school website. They're probably banging their heads now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, I'm really not in favor of this online thingy. Why do they have to change the system when the old one still works. They say all of these is for the development of our school..but look at what happened?? It was supposed to make our lives "easier" so that we wouldn't have to come to school to see our grades and to enroll. But if you ask me, I'd rather take the hassle to come to school, endure the heat and line up together with hundreds of students than to have my computer open for 24 hours because of desperately trying to open the e*wiz account. The former involves more effort but it also gives you the assurance that you're gonna get your grades and be able to enroll eventually while the latter gives you no assurance at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first knew about this online stuff, I was excited to try it. It gave me a positive outlook about my school and the huge development that it's making. I know that it's not just a step further but a huge leap for the school. I mean, how many universities in the Philippines enable students to access to their grades and enroll at the comfort of their own home? A few maybe. The introduction of this technological innovation brought along a promise of a better life (huh?). But when it was implemented, the result was otherwise. But I guess it just needs more time to improve. We're just an amateur at this anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I can enroll for the next sem. Right now, all I want is to open my account, get done with this online enrollment, print the godforsaken assessment form, and take a bath so that I can go to school later to pay my tuition. When I'm done with it, I could reward myself with a peaceful mind knowing that Im sure I can move on to the next semester. And perhaps I could finally let myself sleep the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;                      &lt;a name="mainContent"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-9195855699984140653?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/9195855699984140653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/9195855699984140653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/online-dillemma.html' title='Online Dillemma'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6583305804801247282</id><published>2008-11-02T19:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T19:54:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'>These are barely true..wala lang 'to!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="ln0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln0');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln1"&gt;How will you seriously answer someone in the following situations given?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln1');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if someone (STRANGER) insults you and tell you this:&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln2');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ang arte mo!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln3');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln4"&gt;who cares? Even the care bears don't care!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln4');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. mas matalino naman ako sayo!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln5');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln6"&gt;tinatanong ko ba??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln6');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln7"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. crush ako ng crush mo.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln7');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln8"&gt;so? Kayo na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln8');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. am bobo mo pala sa math!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln9');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln10"&gt;Okay lang, nurse naman ako..ndi engineer! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln10');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln11"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. bilisan mo naman!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln11');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln12"&gt;ikaw kaya jan ang mabagal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln12');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln13"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. ang sungit mo!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln13');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln14"&gt;sa'yo lang kaya ako masungit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln14');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln15"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. cute mo magsmile.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln15');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln16"&gt;really? (tapos sasampolan ko ng killer smile..hekhek!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln16');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. takot ka ata sa kin eh?&lt;br /&gt;why would I be scared? You're just a kitten!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln17');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln18');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln19"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Mas mahal nia ko!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln19');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln20');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln21"&gt;so? Sawa na ako sa kanya..pede ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Ambababa namn ng grades mo!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln21');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln22"&gt;Bakit sau ba mataas? Anyway, why do you care so much about my grades? Get a life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln22');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln23"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT IF SINABI SAYO ITO NG MAHAL MO?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln23');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln24"&gt;1. crush kita&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln24');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;don't worry..it'll pass! (haha! joke! speechless xempre) &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln25');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln26"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Hindi kita mahal&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln26');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln27');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln28"&gt;sino bang nagsabi saung mahalin mo ako? Hayaan mo lang namang mahalin kita. Yun lang. (haha..ang drama!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Mahal na kita&lt;br /&gt;*fainted*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln28');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln29');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln30"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. pakopya namn ng assignment&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln30');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln31"&gt;umm. Sorry, hindi ako tutor e. (why would i let him copy? What impression would i be giving him? Baka abusuhin ako. Haha. I hate cheaters!) &lt;&lt;--charing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln31');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln32"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. crush ko yung friend mo&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln32');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln33"&gt;sino..si Theo or si Jake?? Gay ka? OMG! (haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln33');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln34"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. pwede patabi sa upuan mo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln34');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln35"&gt;naku, madumi jan! Dito ka na lang sa lap ko..(haha! Ang L ko!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln35');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln36"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. cute mo magsmile.&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln36');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;*smile ulit...then bat my lashes* (nagpacute lalo?? Haha)&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln37');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln38"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E KAPAG PARENTS MO ANG NAGSABI SAYO&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln38');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln39"&gt;NITO?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln39');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln40"&gt;1. Umuwi ka ng maaga.&lt;br /&gt;ok po. (sabay adjust ng relo..gagawing late ang relo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln40');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }&lt;/script&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln41');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln42"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. marunong ka pala kumanta?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln42');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;you noticed! Finally! After 17 years of existence..napansin mo dn! &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln43');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln44"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Hindi ka pwedeng pumasok sa klase!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln44');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln45"&gt;Thanks mom!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln45');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln46"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Hindi ka pwedeng magka-BF/GF&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln46');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln47"&gt;Fine! Then I won't tell you when I already have one. Pwede namang di legal e. Bkt kailangan mo bang malaman un? Hehe  (My mom would've killed me before I'm even done saying this!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln47');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln48"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. maglinis ka ng bahay..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln48');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln49"&gt;pwedeng ung study table ko lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln49');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln50"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.bakit ang bababa ng grades mo?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;                 var curDiv = document.getElementById('ln50');                 curDiv.innerHTML = convert2url(curDiv.innerHTML);                 var links = curDiv.getElementsByTagName('a');                 for(var i = links.length; i &gt;= 0; --i) {                     if(links[i]) links[i].innerHTML = links[i].innerHTML.substr(0,30) + "...";                 }             &lt;/script&gt;&lt;div id="ln51"&gt;Kala nyo madali ha! Kayo ang mag TheoFun..tingnan natin kng cnong mas mataas sa'tin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(as if naman gagawin ko talaga to sa magulang ko..di ko kaya no! Haha!)&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/2150161088101324418-6583305804801247282?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6583305804801247282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6583305804801247282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-are-barely-truewala-lang-to.html' title='These are barely true..wala lang &apos;to!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4963075442283865641</id><published>2008-10-31T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T19:55:49.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relieved!</title><content type='html'>Yey! I saw my 1st semester grades  already via E*Wizard. Wala akong dos!!! What a relief. TheoFun wasn't that bad...it was higher than what I expected. What a relief!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-4963075442283865641?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4963075442283865641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4963075442283865641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/relieved.html' title='Relieved!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-608327252650154969</id><published>2008-10-26T13:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:27:07.982+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the award goes to..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Once accepting this award, the rules are as follows:&lt;br /&gt;1. Put the logo on your blog.&lt;br /&gt;2. Add a link to the person who awarded you.&lt;br /&gt;3. Nominate 3 other blogs.&lt;br /&gt;4. Add links to those blogs on yours&lt;br /&gt;5. Leave a message for your nominees on their blogs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SQP74kfIjNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PZ2rXzqidoQ/s1600-h/butterfly_award_jpg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 222px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SQP74kfIjNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PZ2rXzqidoQ/s320/butterfly_award_jpg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261325738984377554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was given to me by &lt;a href="http://shelovesgreen.blogspot.com/"&gt;Pearl&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://supersadstar.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mimi&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I nominate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://superficialabyss.blogspot.com/"&gt;&gt;Ka Silyas&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinkandgreenchocolates.blogspot.com/"&gt;&gt;Larissa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pinknaypi.blogspot.com/"&gt;&gt;Paula&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-608327252650154969?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/608327252650154969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/608327252650154969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/once-accepting-this-award-rules-are-as.html' title='And the award goes to..'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SQP74kfIjNI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/PZ2rXzqidoQ/s72-c/butterfly_award_jpg.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1882660162495219365</id><published>2008-10-26T09:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T13:37:09.137+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parade of Nations</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, my cousin represented her class as Ms. South Korea in our school's celebration of the UN month. It was a competition participated by the elementary students. My sister and I went to watch and also to take pictures of her. Anyway, here are some pictures that we've taken:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREqSvDnLBI/AAAAAAAAALA/mUJeLfLwyKs/s1600-h/DSCF0090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREqSvDnLBI/AAAAAAAAALA/mUJeLfLwyKs/s320/DSCF0090.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265035940730448914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That's my cousin, Maya striking a pose in front of her house. The long braids were fake hair by the way..hehe. Do koreans really do their hair like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREowaPHXrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kkXcm32C1Vc/s1600-h/DSCF0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREowaPHXrI/AAAAAAAAAK4/kkXcm32C1Vc/s320/DSCF0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265034251514371762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The winners of the contest with our school president Brother Manuel Pajarillo, FSC.  They really have spectacular costumes. My cousin won 2nd place by the way. The girl with the big orange costume was my favorite. She really stood out amidst the other contestants. I think she was Ms. Bolivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREn0WN3OrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NombeDyZf1A/s1600-h/DSCF0046.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREn0WN3OrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/NombeDyZf1A/s320/DSCF0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265033219643226802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here are some of the other contestants. They've all got wonderful costumes (and boy, do they spent a lot of money on those costumes!) but the criteria includes poise and grace and of course, the choreography of their gestures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SRElHIKf7iI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nHMcLJLlwO4/s1600-h/DSCF0017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SRElHIKf7iI/AAAAAAAAAKg/nHMcLJLlwO4/s320/DSCF0017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265030243753651746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ms. Korea, Ms. Singapore and Ms. Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREmIe9RbbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XAoSHCyf0II/s1600-h/DSCF0079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREmIe9RbbI/AAAAAAAAAKo/XAoSHCyf0II/s320/DSCF0079.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265031366563687858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another reason why I watched was because Aubrey (of PDA little dreamers) sang during the program. She studies in our school.  After the program, we grabbed the opportunity to have our picture taken with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREjqb8VKEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7_b1WoC3SKY/s1600-h/DSCF0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREjqb8VKEI/AAAAAAAAAKY/7_b1WoC3SKY/s320/DSCF0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265028651335100482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Taken outside the Sentrum after the program.&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/2150161088101324418-1882660162495219365?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1882660162495219365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1882660162495219365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/parade-of-nations.html' title='Parade of Nations'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SREqSvDnLBI/AAAAAAAAALA/mUJeLfLwyKs/s72-c/DSCF0090.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6263515670244241473</id><published>2008-10-21T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:22:29.519+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senseless</title><content type='html'>PICK THE MONTH YOU WERE BORN IN…&lt;br /&gt;1 ( Jan) - I ran naked with&lt;br /&gt;2 ( Feb) -I shot&lt;br /&gt;3 ( Mar) - I stabbed&lt;br /&gt;4 ( Apr) - I killed&lt;br /&gt;5 ( May) - I jumped&lt;br /&gt;6 ( June) - I smoked with&lt;br /&gt;7 ( July) - I ran shirtless with&lt;br /&gt;8 ( Aug) - I banged&lt;br /&gt;9 ( Sept) - I needed&lt;br /&gt;10 ( Oct) - I robbed&lt;br /&gt;11 ( Nov) -I slapped&lt;br /&gt;12 ( Dec) - I cuddled with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICK THE DAY YOU WERE BORN ON…&lt;br /&gt;01 – Bunny Marie&lt;br /&gt;02 – Lyn Z&lt;br /&gt;03 - Regret&lt;br /&gt;04 – Bob Bryar&lt;br /&gt;05 – Elena Lee&lt;br /&gt;06 - Krista&lt;br /&gt;07 – Donald Way&lt;br /&gt;08 – Girl&lt;br /&gt;09 – Donna Way&lt;br /&gt;10 – Mikey Way&lt;br /&gt;11 – The Demolition Lovers&lt;br /&gt;12 – Gerard Way&lt;br /&gt;13 - Katmandu&lt;br /&gt;14 - Fear&lt;br /&gt;15 - Alicia&lt;br /&gt;16 - Lou&lt;br /&gt;17 – Pete&lt;br /&gt;18 – My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;19 – Big Worm&lt;br /&gt;20 – The Patient&lt;br /&gt;21 - Katlyn&lt;br /&gt;22 – The Black Parade&lt;br /&gt;23 – Ray Toro&lt;br /&gt;24 – Todd Price&lt;br /&gt;25 – Mother War&lt;br /&gt;26 – Matt Pelissier&lt;br /&gt;27 - Jamia&lt;br /&gt;28 – Mark Webb&lt;br /&gt;29 – Matt Cortez&lt;br /&gt;30 - Helena&lt;br /&gt;31 – Frank Iero&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICK THE COLOR SHIRT YOU ARE WEARING…&lt;br /&gt;White – Because Mother War told me to&lt;br /&gt;Black – Becau se Frank got stepped on&lt;br /&gt;Pink – Because I kidnapped Bob’s cat&lt;br /&gt;Red – Because I wasn’ t supposed to touch Ray’s hair&lt;br /&gt;Brown - Because Gerard is mad at Bert&lt;br /&gt;Polka Dots – Because Mikey got Lasik surgery&lt;br /&gt;Purpl e – Because Frerard hypnotized me&lt;br /&gt;Grey – Because Fear &amp; Regret told me to&lt;br /&gt;Other – Because I don’t approve of Ray’s reading material&lt;br /&gt;Green – Because Bob gave me Mikey’s phone number&lt;br /&gt;Orange – Because I unleashed the bats&lt;br /&gt;Turquoise – Because teenagers scare the living shit out of me&lt;br /&gt;Blue – Because Gerard can’t make me stay&lt;br /&gt;Tie dye- Because My Chemical Romance fell off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;None- Because it’s easy peasy , pumpkin peasy , pumpkin pie… [ I’ll let you finish]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed Matt Pellisier because I kidnapped Bob's Cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(senseless indeed!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6263515670244241473?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6263515670244241473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6263515670244241473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/senseless.html' title='senseless'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8184224805998143585</id><published>2008-10-20T12:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T16:47:02.399+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another chapter has ended</title><content type='html'>The 1st semester is over...and I survived! I thought I wouldn't make it alive (hehe..just kidding). College is CRAZY..but I have to admit it, it's kinda fun..alright, enough pretensions..College is SUPER EVERYTHING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah well, whatever. I'm really not good at making great introductions..so I'll just cut the crap and go straight to the point. Let's travel back to the 1st semester...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Student's name: Garcia, Patrizze Mara Ozaeta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;okay..so there's really nothing to narrate about my that..it is, after all...my only "legal" name here on earth..Well, except if I add "gonzales" to my name 10 years from now..but it's another story. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Student number: 2008032918&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;&gt;That's my student number. In college, your student number is as important as your own  name. It's like your identity. Anyway, there's a very interesting story about my student      number. Way back  on my enrollment,  my student number wasn't posted outside of                     the registrar's office so I had to go to the admissions office to get one. It really was a                     very long process. You have to fall in line  together with the other students who doesn't                 have their student number (just like me) and then you have to take instructions from                     stupid student assistants (and I tell you, they're not easy to talk to. They easily get                     irritated, most of them are slowpokes and they give you wrong instructions! I hate                         them! To be honest, I really could've gotten myself a student number without their help, honestly!) So anyway, after a long and tiring process, I eventually got my student number so I proceeded to the other building for the online enrollment. At the venue, I found out another devastating news: my student number is invalid because there are only 9 digits in it. It's supposed to have ten digits! Gggrrrr! I almost cried upon knowing that. I felt like cursing every person in the registrar's office, until I saw my sister's friend. She helped me change my student number so I won't have to go back to square one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Course: Bachelor of Science in Nursing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;do I really want to take up Nursing? Honestly, NO. Well I think that 70% of Filipino students nowadays who took up this course didn't choose it because it's in line with their interest but because they are: a.) attracted by the popularity of  nurses abroad   b.) forced by their parents or c.) they wanna get rich. Well, I'm one of them (although I'm not going to tell you if it's a, b or c..hehe). I really wanted to take up journalism or creative writing when I was in elementary. Then I changed my mind..I wanted to take up Law instead. But my mom doesn't want me to take either of the two because she said that lawyers and journalists live a very dangerous life. The job itself is life threatening (whatever!). Well, it's my mom who influenced me to take up Nursing (not that I don't really like it), but it was still me who made the final decision. I'm the one who's gonna study anyway. But to tell you the truth, that course isn't so bad after all. Well, except for the fact that there is a very strict dress code for nursing students. Our clinical instructors are meaner than the discipline officers themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;***Section: G1C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;To tell you the truth, I wasn't really thrilled when I knew what block I belonged to. My initial reaction was disappointment because I wanted to belong to block-A together with Monica, Pauline and Kenneth (my highschool classmates). The moment I found out that I belonged to block-C, I really thought that my life was over. I don't know anybody. I guess I just have to start making a new life with strange new people. But I guess God really wanted me to belong to G1C. Three weeks before the classes started, I found out that I have a cousin who belongs to the same class. Okay, so that made me feel much better, at least there's one less strange person that I have to meet on the 1st day of school (although at that time, we don't really know each other that well).  First day of school with my new class was really lame. I'm not good at making friends let along starting a decent conversation with one of my new blockmates. I honestly thought that this school year is gonna be the worst that I  had in 13 years and that I was going to be an outcast. It turns out pretty well: I am not an outcast and I had new friends. Among the first people I got close with were vanessa and donna (the cousin that I was telling you about).  We all came from the IS so it wasn't hard to make a conversation. At least we had something in common. Then we started changing our names to trixee (me-patrizze), vanee (vanessa) and charee (donna).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My 1st semester schedule:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday:&lt;br /&gt;7:30-8:30  &gt;&gt;Comski1&gt;&gt;Ms. Donna Torres (this subject is really lame!)&lt;br /&gt;8:30-9:30 &gt;&gt;GenPsyc&gt;&gt;Dra. Felina Marasigan (terror teacher..she makes me really nervous!)&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:00&gt;&gt;Algebra&gt;&gt;Mr. Daryl Magpantay (I still hate math!)&lt;br /&gt;11:00-12:00&gt;&gt;FiliOne&gt;&gt;Ms. Ruth Vicencio (why do we have to study filipino anyway?)&lt;br /&gt;1:00-4:00&gt;&gt;RelEd11&gt;&gt;Mr. Cielo Delica (luv the prof! luv the subject!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday:&lt;br /&gt;7:30-9:30&gt;&gt;PhysEd1&gt;&gt;Mrs. Emily Babasa (I suck at P.E.)&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:30&gt;&gt;ChemLec&gt;&gt;Mr. Christopher Tapay (no comment)&lt;br /&gt;2:00-5:00&gt;&gt;ChemLab&gt;&gt;Mr. Tapay (3 hours of torture-my lab partner doesn't talk that much)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday:&lt;br /&gt;7:30-8:30  &gt;&gt;Comski1&gt;&gt;Ms. Donna Torres&lt;br /&gt;8:30-9:30 &gt;&gt;GenPsyc&gt;&gt;Dra. Felina Marasigan&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:00&gt;&gt;Algebra&gt;&gt;Mr. Daryl Magpantay&lt;br /&gt;11:00-12:00&gt;&gt;FiliOne&gt;&gt;Ms. Ruth Vicencio&lt;br /&gt;1:00-4:00&gt;&gt;NSTPone&gt;&gt;Ms. Richelle Pangilinan (charity time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday:&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:30&gt;&gt;ChemLec&gt;&gt;Mr. Christopher Tapay&lt;br /&gt;2:00-5:00&gt;&gt;ChemLab&gt;&gt;Mr. Tapay (zzzzz..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday:&lt;br /&gt;7:30-8:30  &gt;&gt;Comski1&gt;&gt;Ms. Donna Torres&lt;br /&gt;8:30-9:30 &gt;&gt;GenPsyc&gt;&gt;Dra. Felina Marasigan&lt;br /&gt;10:00-11:00&gt;&gt;Algebra&gt;&gt;Mr. Daryl Magpantay&lt;br /&gt;11:00-12:00&gt;&gt;FiliOne&gt;&gt;Ms. Ruth Vicencio&lt;br /&gt;3:00-6:00&gt;&gt;TheoFun&gt;&gt;Ms. Chavez/Mrs. Mendenilla (worst subject ever made by man!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay..so that's my daily routine for the first semester. It's not really what you might call "hectic" but it's not a typical froshie easy-does-it schedule either. To tell you the truth, my schedule kinda reminds me of my high school schedule. You go to school at 7 and go home at either 4 or 5.  But I learned to love this daily routine of mine. I got the hang of it at only 3 weeks after my 1st day of class. Some of my subjects were a little boring, but sometimes it just depends on my mood whether I feel like listening to my prof and jotting down notes like a responsible student or simply removing my glasses, not paying attention, scribbling non-sense at the back of my notebook and daydreaming until the bell rings. There are easy subjects like RelEd (religion)  and  Comski1 (english), there are  boring ones like chemlec and chemlab, but there are also tough ones like algebra (my blockmates are gonna screw me for saying this), PE (pls. don't laugh coz I really hate PE) and of course, my major subject: TheoFun (yeah, I know. Weird name huh? I thought it was supposed to be FUN, but it's the complete opposite of Fun!)! TheoFun is the only subject that I can't quite understand the purpose of. It stands for Theoretical Foundations for Nursing. We study about the different nursing theories "that can be helpful" for our nursing practice in the future. I honestly don't get it! Anyway, there is also one subject that cannot be categorized to neither easy nor difficult..General Psychology. The subject is pretty easy itself, but what makes it so difficult is dealing with the prof. She's a doctor and she's like 60 years old--she gets easily irritated, very strict, thinks we have to know everything and sometimes, very irrational. But I learned to like her by the end of the semester. She's really smart by the way (well she should be, she's a doctor!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Events worth remembering:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 1st day of school (duh!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Acquaintance party&lt;br /&gt;3. My first time to wear my complete white uniform (it was really uncomfortable at first)&lt;br /&gt;4. Recollection (gave me the opportunity to know my friends better)&lt;br /&gt;5. Maranatha elimination round (we got in for the finals!)&lt;br /&gt;6. General Psychology quiz bee (I studied my ass off! We never won, but the experience was priceless. I enjoyed it)&lt;br /&gt;7. Gabriel Garcia Marquez' Love in the Time of Cholera Quiz bee (I won-2nd place..yey!)&lt;br /&gt;8. Aeromarathon practices at Mapen's place&lt;br /&gt;9. Aeromarathon competition (we were the champions!!!)&lt;br /&gt;10. Jeepney moments with Donna&lt;br /&gt;11. Failing a 25-item algebra quiz (who cares? nobody passed that bloody quiz anyway!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Watching a movie with my cousin w/o the permission of our parents (we went home at 9pm bec. of that)&lt;br /&gt;13. NSTP second deployment (I read a story to kids w/ malnutrition. It was entitled: "Si Joey at ang gulay gang")&lt;br /&gt;14. Anti-sexual harrassment self defense training (Donna was my sparring partner! How's that for memorable?)&lt;br /&gt;15. Singing "Close to You (by the carpenters)" during my lab exam in chem (yup! I sang in front of my chemistry class! Weird, huh?! Did i mention that I sang the wrong lyrics? &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;**why do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;birds&lt;/span&gt; fall down from the sky?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;**Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;16. My everyday struggle to tie my hair in a neat bun every morning (and after my PE class)&lt;br /&gt;17. Volunteering to use a fire extinguisher during a fire safety seminar&lt;br /&gt;18. ChemLOVE moments (I love that class!)&lt;br /&gt;19. Finishing Experiment 8 in chemLab without breaking the crucible cover (there were only two groups who didn't break their crucible cover. We got lucky!)&lt;br /&gt;20. NRP days (no rice policy)&lt;br /&gt;21. Having a surprise visit from a very important person after one hell of a day at school (now that's really worth remembering!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;My first semester in college seemed very fast. I never imagined it to end this quickly. But they say that your 1st year, 1st sem in college is the most difficult part of college (really?), but it is also the most memorable one. It's my first taste of independence. The first semester is over and I can't wait for the second semester (we already have anatomy&amp;amp;physiology and Biochem--we're gonna die!). As of now, I'm enjoying every bit of this semestral break, after all, we won't have a summer vacation anymore because we have classes in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2E8TfFCjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f55csdRN6dk/s1600-h/Kantak%C2%A1mfake-tyur073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2E8TfFCjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f55csdRN6dk/s320/Kantak%C2%A1mfake-tyur073.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259506111396252210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;vanessa, me and donna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2IdA7T-bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b5CzzAREWnM/s1600-h/22092008%28007%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 185px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2IdA7T-bI/AAAAAAAAAJY/b5CzzAREWnM/s320/22092008%28007%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259509971884964274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;before my theoFun class: Rica, Vanee, me, Donna-POT and Mapen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2Lk4oBMwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wqwW85Ha7XA/s1600-h/NSTP2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 244px; height: 182px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2Lk4oBMwI/AAAAAAAAAJg/wqwW85Ha7XA/s320/NSTP2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259513405630395138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2RKKiWRQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1NFMURQ9pr8/s1600-h/DSCF0441.JPG"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;NSTP deployment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2RKKiWRQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1NFMURQ9pr8/s1600-h/DSCF0441.JPG"&gt; &lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2RKKiWRQI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1NFMURQ9pr8/s320/DSCF0441.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259519543651747074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finishing my bloody FiliOne papers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2TuNxBaZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gIpBzoymRWI/s1600-h/k%C2%A1mfake-tyur063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 241px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2TuNxBaZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gIpBzoymRWI/s320/k%C2%A1mfake-tyur063.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259522362017147282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our building has an aquarium below&lt;br /&gt;the floor(COOL!)-check out my reflection!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2Upyq-ODI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n_e7-M9SCJk/s1600-h/k%C2%A1mfake-tyur054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 182px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2Upyq-ODI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/n_e7-M9SCJk/s320/k%C2%A1mfake-tyur054.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259523385536165938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during the aeromarathon competition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2Vgu-CYvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NCsSs8CqWls/s1600-h/k%C2%A1mfake-tyur038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 178px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2Vgu-CYvI/AAAAAAAAAKA/NCsSs8CqWls/s320/k%C2%A1mfake-tyur038.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259524329435194098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my legendary test paper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(but we took a remedial test afterwards)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2WXR_aLvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JPfk8jFmAIY/s1600-h/g1c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 245px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2WXR_aLvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/JPfk8jFmAIY/s320/g1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259525266549124850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blockmates&lt;/span&gt;, my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; family&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-8184224805998143585?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8184224805998143585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8184224805998143585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-chapter-has-ended.html' title='Another chapter has ended'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SP2E8TfFCjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/f55csdRN6dk/s72-c/Kantak%C2%A1mfake-tyur073.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8380702485823219068</id><published>2008-10-10T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T21:15:51.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Math!!!</title><content type='html'>Reminiscing the times, I had upward and downward slopes in life&lt;br /&gt;All was going negative until I saw the sum and the product&lt;br /&gt;I removed all other variables until it became an empty set and placed only one variable&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, like a postulate, I knew I was right. You became my universe&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, unlike the root of all negatives, this is not imaginary&lt;br /&gt;All of this was real&lt;br /&gt;Remembering who I was, I was always a fraction&lt;br /&gt;Observably, you came and made me whole&lt;br /&gt;But everything was too late; the inverse came to me, leaving me with 0&lt;br /&gt;Lest, I stay as a constant who is definitely loyal though you are in other planes&lt;br /&gt;Ending the separation of terms, I never found any of the factors&lt;br /&gt;Seemingly reunited, I, like the value of pi, had non-terminating happiness fill my heart&lt;br /&gt;Visibly aware, I intersected with negative emotions which pushed me away&lt;br /&gt;I traveled everywhere to get the finest union of sets I can find to make you mine&lt;br /&gt;Lacking for variables, I endanger myself of failing the subject I love&lt;br /&gt;Losing hope, I never thought of cheating you for once&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was to complete your square so that good factors would come about&lt;br /&gt;Longing for thy infinite love, I stayed positive inside of the roots&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise all these shall only exist in my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Boasting with all the sets of variables I can possibly have, I only made myself irrational&lt;br /&gt;Over-all, life had all positive values except 1; I never won your heart, summing up to 0&lt;br /&gt;Senseless, I thought, like any number raised to zero you would always be the only one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I found this in my friend's friendster account. Pretty cool, huh?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-8380702485823219068?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8380702485823219068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8380702485823219068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/10/loving-math.html' title='Loving Math!!!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3721998295104729938</id><published>2008-09-19T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T21:22:03.182+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Last Friday night, I found a very interesting site called Photofunia.com and I had a lot of fun with pictures. It's easier than photoshop..hehe. Anyway, here are some of my crazy creations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNT4DiW7eNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NEvHt6PHOD0/s1600-h/BGEupvxjjLb_az_xe_7B0A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNT4DiW7eNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NEvHt6PHOD0/s320/BGEupvxjjLb_az_xe_7B0A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248092205439744210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Billboard model wannabees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNT3EHjEgGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TkiwTW48yRw/s1600-h/happy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNT3EHjEgGI/AAAAAAAAAIw/TkiwTW48yRw/s320/happy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248091115911151714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Happiness bursting inside the tube&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO3vVm-snI/AAAAAAAAAIo/feVJgOBKr0U/s1600-h/maraheart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO3vVm-snI/AAAAAAAAAIo/feVJgOBKr0U/s320/maraheart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247740014699131506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;They're all calling out my name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO3Ovo5X6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0E5tnskZ1kQ/s1600-h/drawme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO3Ovo5X6I/AAAAAAAAAIg/0E5tnskZ1kQ/s320/drawme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247739454750810018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If a picture paints a thousand words....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO2RFMIchI/AAAAAAAAAIY/umcGzAPTyxA/s1600-h/ateand+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO2RFMIchI/AAAAAAAAAIY/umcGzAPTyxA/s320/ateand+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247738395383853586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Super model sisters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO1Zv4QsrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gjsH9hPpzmU/s1600-h/haha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNO1Zv4QsrI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/gjsH9hPpzmU/s320/haha.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247737444770558642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An ex-boyfriend who finds it hard to get over me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNOz9XrgQ2I/AAAAAAAAAII/8QhINULBvgQ/s1600-h/donnamaravanessa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNOz9XrgQ2I/AAAAAAAAAII/8QhINULBvgQ/s320/donnamaravanessa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247735857726636898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That's vanessa&lt;/span&gt;, me and donna in the gallery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2150161088101324418-3721998295104729938?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3721998295104729938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3721998295104729938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/fun-with-pictures.html' title='Fun with Pictures'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SNT4DiW7eNI/AAAAAAAAAI4/NEvHt6PHOD0/s72-c/BGEupvxjjLb_az_xe_7B0A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-7038550294482261965</id><published>2008-09-16T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T18:58:16.327+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SEVENTEEN</title><content type='html'>Ten beautiful sunsets to go before I turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;( Why sunsets? Because I was born while the sun is setting at 5:47pm on september 26, 1991. At that time, my sun was only beginning to rise while outside the hospital, the sun is preparing to set. How I love that irony in my life!). I gotta seize those last ten days that is left for me to act like a totally carefree teenager. Honestly, I don't really want to turn &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;. It's something that I've been dreading since the beginning of September (which used to be my most awaited month of the year). I wanna stay sweet 16 for the rest of my life (so does anyone of you know where the fountain of youth is?). Anyway, &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt; is just a year away from 18, and when you're &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;, you'll be dreading everyday that passes because you'll get closer and closer to being a full-grown and recognized citizen of this country...and I definitely don't want that. That's probably one of my weaknesses, growing up and welcoming changes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In ten days, I turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;. There’s nothing particularly earth-shattering about &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;, no magical ring to it, to a 17th birthday. Nothing's really special. When you’re a girl and turn 13, it means bras and the right to play the “it’s my time of the month” card. Sixteen means first kisses and maybe a nervous sweaty-palmed boy holding your hand. Eighteen you get flowers and a ballot; 21, a job and tax returns and the license to get drunk in North America. But anywhere in the world, turning &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt; essentially means turning &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten days from now, I'll be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;, and I'm almost an adult. And being an “almost-adult-in-ten-days” doesn’t give any easy answers to why I can eat in McDonald’s with a barefoot 4-year-old knocking on the glass window. I remember writing this blog, when I turned 16, that I wanted to save the world and slay dragons. I’ve met several dragons, have realized that the world does not need or want saving, and that sometimes, terrible things happen to ordinary people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 10 days I turn &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SEVENTEEN&lt;/span&gt;, and have more questions than answers. I’m going to cut this short, before I ramble on about hating P.E. and my hectic schedules and KC Concepcion and why people should stop wearing lace-trimmed leggings under pink mini-skirts, but I’m getting old in 10 days, and that’s only 10 days left of irresponsibility. Next week, I will be rational and reasonable and relevant, today, I plan to walk in the rain, eat fastfood and salve my conscience with a few coins in a plastic cup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-7038550294482261965?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7038550294482261965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7038550294482261965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/seventeen.html' title='SEVENTEEN'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6546932306766044595</id><published>2008-09-02T19:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T19:23:32.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So what's new?</title><content type='html'>narinig nyo na ba ang latest about me??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm finally reading the most talked about book (and mocie) of the season..yup..I'm reading Twilight. I can't get enough of Edward Cullen and Isabella Swan!!! It's so addictive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I got kicked out of of the maranatha choral singing competion! Well, I didn't actually got 'kicked out' because I volunteered not to join in the singing and chose to be one of the propsmen instead. I had a conflict with my schedule because:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I was chosen to represent the class on the Psychology Quiz Bee. It's gonna be the same date and time as the Maranatha singing competition..so I guess I have no other choice but to quit the team. Anyway, we (maggy, riza and I) are supposed to study the whole General Psychology textbook and we have to do it fast..and I mean FAST because the quiz bee is gonna be next week! Is that scary or what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I got a high grade in my practical exam in PE. Well, that's new! As a matter of fact, that's very rare. I never get high grades in PE calss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I got a perfect score in my midterm exam in RelEd. Yey! I wasn't expecting it, really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I watched a movie with my cousin and and it was really late when we got home. She was scolded by her mom, bu luckily, I wasn't! (my mom doesn't know..ssshhhh!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6546932306766044595?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6546932306766044595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6546932306766044595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-whats-new.html' title='So what&apos;s new?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-630410200753226821</id><published>2008-08-29T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T20:58:28.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I missed my other half so much!</title><content type='html'>I saw her. At last. After almost three months, I saw her again today. My cousin who's been one of my closest companions back in high school. She's like my other half. She visited me at school today (good thing we had our 3-hour break). She still has that same aura. Same long hair, same height, same delicate eyes, same dimpled smile, same fashion statement (shirt, pants, havaianas and her esprit bag), same soft voice and same familiar scent...the only change that I saw in her is the first thing I've noticed when she arrived...her nail polish. My cousin wears nail polish! What a sight! haha..It's not like she can't paint her toes, it's just that I'm not used to it. I've never seen her with colored toe nails before. Well, it's just a teeny bit of detail that I suddenly noticed out of the corner of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met twenty minutes before my next class. She texted me this morning to ask what time my break is and informed me that she's going to lasalle this afternoon. We were having algebra at that time and I was in the middle of answering a mathematical problem. My phone vibrated inside my bag and I can't fight the urge to read the message. I was surprised to see her name and my heart did a little flip when I read her message. I read it again to make sure that it was what it is. I got excited but I said to myself, "I just hope she isn't kidding me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At lunchbreak, I texted her again. She said she was gonna leave manila at 12:30. Twelve thirty? Thirty in front of a twelve???  She has got to be kidding me. 12:30pm. She's not gonna make it in time before my next class. I computed for her travel time and decided that maybe she can make it in time before 3pm..so I waited for her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:00..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:30..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where the hell is she??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:00..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still not here..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:30...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so maybe she can't make it after all..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:41...She's here! OMG..She's really here. I can't believe it! I stood up, walked half-way through her and instinctively gave her a quick hug and sway. Yup, that's the way we hug..we sway sidewards while hugging. I dunno, but it just happens whenever I hug her, we do a little sway. Anyway, she was with Raissa (our former classmate) and Fides. We didn't really talk that much not because we've got nothing to talk about or because of the fact that I have a TheoFun class in less than 20mins...I dunno..It's just so weird that she's finally here in front of me. After all those months.. I can't think of anything to say (which is SO not like me because I used to talk so much when I'm with her) so I just mentioned about the new renovations in the school (yeah, I really suck at starting conversations, as a matter of fact, senseless conversations is my expertise..kidding). Anyway, I asked her about school..those kind of stuff..i complained about my school and my stupid uncomfortable uniform and my dull professors. She told me about her most difficult subject which is math. Well it must be true because she's pretty good at math. Definitely better than me. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes before three, I took the initiative to proceed to my next class (which really sucks because i really have so much more to tell her!). The farewell wasn't dramatic because i know that I'm still gonna see her. Her house is like..25 steps away from mine. Plus, it's her semestral break (I think).  When i arrived at my next class, the prof still isn't there. As a matter of fact, we had to wait for her for 1 1/2 hours only to hear that the class has been cancelled!!! Damn. I shouldn't have gone there and I should've spent more time with camille instead. Oh well, what else can I do..she already went home by the time I told her that I was dismissed early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still totally, utterly and undeniably happy to finally see her again... It made my day complete and it was something that i really looked forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SLfxpWtGKVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1J7uJRXuRIo/s1600-h/1_947777983l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SLfxpWtGKVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1J7uJRXuRIo/s320/1_947777983l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239922384240519506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/2150161088101324418-630410200753226821?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/630410200753226821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/630410200753226821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-missed-my-other-half-so-much.html' title='I missed my other half so much!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SLfxpWtGKVI/AAAAAAAAAIA/1J7uJRXuRIo/s72-c/1_947777983l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1956760812447852422</id><published>2008-08-27T17:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T18:21:13.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate PE</title><content type='html'>Not feeling well today. Terrible backache. Stiff neck. Sore throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our PE class yesterday and I was sooo wasted after that. We did kickboxing...and I tell you, IT IS NOT AS EASY AS YOU THINK IT IS! It looks like fun when we watched it in our film viewing last week. The 'kickboxers' look like they're having so much fun. Anyway, the routine was so long. At first it was fun, but as we go on to the routine, I felt like I was gonna die. It starts with basic punches and kicks but as the routine progresses, the steps become more and more complex. Different weird combinations were made and the beat of the song was fast. As I was watching the demonstrations on the last part of the routine, I was like: "You gotta be kidding me!" and "No way! I'm not doing it!"...But what can I do? If I chose not to participate, my prof's gonna kick me out of her class. I was really gasping for breaths and I felt like I was gonna collapse any minute.  We were supposed to memorize it because we're going to have a bloody practical exam next Tuesday. Shit. After the class, my face was red and my PE shirt was wet with sweat. My hair is sticky and smells like..like..I can't even describe it. Let's just say it's smells like a mixture of shampoo, hair cuticle and sweat! At that time, I really wanted to go home and take a bath but my next class is freaking chemistry. To be honest, at that time I really felt like cutting classes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of hell in PE class, chemistry was next. If PE drained my whole energy, then chemistry drained my brain. Yup, I'm officially wasted! My chem prof kept on talking about ionization energy and electron affinity but I can't exactly process what he's saying. I thought he was speaking in Chinese! His lips keep moving but all I hear is blah, blah, blah... Good thing he has his powerpoint presentation so I spent the whole period copying because that's the only thing that I'm capable of at that time. My mind can't function well due to exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I came home, i fought the urge of lying in my bed because if I did, I would immediately fall asleep and probably end up waking next morning..so I quickly finished all my assignments first, did my usual routine before sleeping and went to sleep. I skipped dinner because I wasn't hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning (this morning) was the worst part. I found it hard to get up because I have a terrible backache. It was difficult to take a bath because I can't move my arms very well. I felt as if I were beaten my 5 men. I suddenly remembered my mild dextroscoliosis. I got worried that my spinal column got even worse. I hope not because i don't want to wear a body brace (I know I'm gonna look stupid in that!).  Stupid PE!!! If taking a bath was difficult, then going to school was even more difficult. I have to bring my thick college algebra book with me and it's as is I'm carrying another person in my bag. The elevator wasn't fuctioning so I had to use the stairs. My room is in MB501..it's in the bloody 5th floor. I was near tears when I reached our classroom. I felt like i just went hiking on Mt. Himalayas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate PE..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My back still aches up to now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, gotta go..I still have to finish reading in TheoFun. Ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-1956760812447852422?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1956760812447852422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1956760812447852422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-hate-pe.html' title='I hate PE'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4709412883414772878</id><published>2008-08-24T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T11:08:29.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SLDQFtKalbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FWTjMQh_4Lg/s1600-h/163582614_49421c47e9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 325px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SLDQFtKalbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FWTjMQh_4Lg/s320/163582614_49421c47e9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237915163073090994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(the rain on my windowpane)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ate Analyn, bakit ba nagkakaroon ng ulan? Saan yun galing?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my question to my nanny almost 10 years ago. Why does it rain? Where does it come from? It was raining hard outside and i can't sleep(I was supposed to be having my siesta). At that time, my nanny was sorting out the laundry. She thought about my question for a while, and then answered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E kasi umiiyak ang Diyos. Yung luha nya, yun yung ulan."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was struck by her answer. I imagined the scenario in my head. I wasn't convinced by her answer so I asked another question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit siya umiiyak?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E kasi maraming bad. Pag maraming bad, nalulungkot siya&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E bakit ang dami-daming tubig-ulan? Ganun kadami ang iyak ni God?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"E kasi nga, Diyos siya. Pag Diyos ka, ganun talaga. Malaki siya e."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't bother to ask her how she knew how big God was because I can see that she's already loosing her patience on me. As a child, I was always fond of asking so many questions. Anyway, I was supposed to be having my siesta so i stopped asking questions about the rain. I was convinced by her answer anyway. I was still so young back then and I believed in everything that the adults say. Whenever my classmates ask me the same question, I would give them my nanny's answer and they, too, would believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believed at this reasoning for many years of my childhood and it wasn't until I entered 3rd grade that I found a more logical reason for this phenomena. We were then studying the different kinds of clouds. The cumulous clouds are the ones that appear nearest to earth and they are also the ones that bring rain. The clouds keep the rain and when the rain is too much for them to carry, they release it in form of rain or snow. At that time I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;placed the idea that the rain are God's tears because there is a more scientific reason than that. Besides, how can you explain snow? Is it also a form of God's tears? The thought of snow coming out of God's eyes made me laugh. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Come&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;6th  &lt;/span&gt;grade and I had an even more scientific reason for the occurrence of the rain. We were studying the water cycle of the earth. The water from the oceans evaporate and turn into very tiny droplets of  water  or water vapors. Those tiny droplets of water accumulate to form clouds. When clouds become very heavy and there are too much water for the clouds to bear, it falls in the form of rain. The process is called Precipitation. The rain falls back on the earth (some of them become ground waters) and water flows back to the oceans. The cycle repeats itself. Now that's a more logical approach! A bit complicated, but more reasonable. The idea that the rain are God's tears was a myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so now that the question is answered, I've no more doubts about it...but not until I was in Level 10 when I started to teach public school children on our CARE program (CARE stands for Cathechethical and Religious Emissaries).  CARE is a requirement for all Level 10 students and it is a part of our Christian Living subject in La Salle. Anyway, I was done teaching the parable of the prodigal son to some 3rd grade students at Cumba Elementary School. We still had a couple of minutes left before i dismiss them so I allowed my students to go and play outside. I also agreed to play with them. The minute I said that, it started to rain. I saw in my students' faces a hint of dissapointment. They were so looking forward to play "jerbase(?)" with me so I decided to ask them a question, the same quetion that I asked 10 years ago to my nanny: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit kaya umuulan? Saan nanggagaling ang ulan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The class became quiet, then a little boy raised his hand, stood up and answered with so much confidence:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Galing po yun kay God. Umiiyak siya para magkaroon ng ulan kasi po mahal niya tayo."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was it again..God's tears in form of rain. Once again, I was surprised by that answer but this time, I was surprised in a different way. I was about to disagree with him and tell him about the water cycle, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw a chart with illustrations about the different kinds of clouds. They were already studying the clouds so how come this boy gave me this answer?  I decided to skip the lecture about the water cycle because I was too curious to know more about what's inside his head. To tell you the truth, I was touched by the answer because it came from the heart of a little boy who was just probably 6 or 7 years old. I gave him a follow-up question (but not the same follow-up question that I gave my nanny):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Bakit ganun? Sa tingin mo, paano naging sign ng pagmamahal ang pag-iyak para umulan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought that the question was too much for a little boy. I thought that it will take him some time to answer my question. I was surprised for his quick response:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Umiiyak siya para magkaroon ng ulan kasi mahal niya po tayo. Pag umuulan, nadidiligan ang mga halaman at nakakaligo ang mga kalabaw. Nagkakaroon tayo ng maraming tubig para magamit para maligo at mag-toothbrush. Pag walang ulan, hindi tayo mabubuhay"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was speechless. His answer was so simple (unlike the lecture about the water cycle and the clouds). It gave me a new realization and a new perspective on life. The rain really does come from God. As a matter of fact, every phenomenon that occurs in nature all come from God. What happened to the part about the water cycle? It is still (and forever will be) a general truth, but I guess it is also just a part of God's brilliant plan for his creations. Every single thing that happens here on earth happens for a reason..just like the rain. Right? ...The dismissal bell rang.. The boy was still standing, probably waiting for my response, so I told the class:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oo nga, tama siya. Tsaka isipin nyo na lang, kung walang ulan, e di hindi natin makikita ang ganda ng rainbow, di ba?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boy, quite contented and proud of what he did, sat down with a smile on his face. I ended our class, said goodbye and left the room. It was still raining outside but our adult leader fetched me with an umbrella and walked with me to our vehicle. I went back to our school with an amazing new perspective that came from an innocent little boy. I just hope that when this little boy reaches the 6th grade and learns about the water cycle, he doesn't lose this idea about God's tears in form of rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"And &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;rains &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;parade, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;look &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;rather &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;than &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;down. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;'Coz without &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;rain, there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;no rainbow.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Jerry Chin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;fqcl&gt;&lt;/fqcl&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-4709412883414772878?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4709412883414772878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4709412883414772878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/tears-of-god.html' title='Tears of God'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SLDQFtKalbI/AAAAAAAAAH4/FWTjMQh_4Lg/s72-c/163582614_49421c47e9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-7135632555285717104</id><published>2008-08-23T13:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:45:58.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pampadami lang..hehe</title><content type='html'>1. What was I doing 10 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;10 years ago? Hmm..I would be 6 years old. Umm..I dunno, I guess I'm at home playing..or sleeping..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;2. What are the 5 things on my to-do list today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Make a status report and academic concerns report for our class (just a draft), Finish pages 44-46, experiment 6 on my ChemLab manual, Read Love in the time of Cholera, attend  Mass(anticipated mass), make to-do list for tomorrow ^.^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;3. Snacks I enjoy:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ice cream (preferably Hazelnut-Brownie or Cookies 'n Cream), Pringles, Mojos &amp;amp; Cream Puffs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;4. Place where I live:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Batangas...Ala Eh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;5. Things I’d do if I were a billionaire&lt;/p&gt;Travel the world, buy lots of clothes and gadgets, send myself to medical school abroad (heehee) and have my own car..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-7135632555285717104?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7135632555285717104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7135632555285717104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/pampadami-langhehe.html' title='Pampadami lang..hehe'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-7211499115402088966</id><published>2008-08-22T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T23:16:29.389+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a Frustrated, (trying hard-to-be-normal) N.E.R.D.</title><content type='html'>Okay, now I'm gonna talk about the topic that I hate. Yung topic na buong buhay ko nang iniiwasan at itinatago....Namnamin nyo 'to dahil once in a lifetime lang ito..Hindi na mauulit muli...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NERD&lt;/span&gt;--nakakaasar ang word na yan. Parang ang baduy ng ibig sabihin at ang sakit matawag na ganyan. Pero kahit na ilang beses kong sabihin na hindi ako ganyan, ipinagpipilitan pa rin ng iba na isa akong certified nerd at medyo natatamaan pa rin talaga ako. Medyo lang ha! Hindi naman kasi ako yung tipong aral nang aral na hindi na nasisikatan ng araw. Hindi rin ako yung tipong lahat ng sinasabi ay may references sa almanac, encyclopedia o quotation from a famous person. At lalong hindi ako yung nerd na  nagsusuot ng pantalon na nasa dibdib na yung waistline sa sobrang kataasan at nagsusuot ng salamin na 1 inch ang kapal ng frame at 1 million ang grado ng lens (180 lang ang grado ko) at mala-einstein ang buhok at puro braces ang bibig (for one thing, wala akong braces!). I guess I'm a normal type of geek. Geek/Nerd in the sense na grade-conscious. I have lived with that title for more that half of my life. Mejo naiinis na nga ako jan e, sa totoo lang talaga. Gusto ko na rin magbago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung unang araw pa lang ng klase, sabi ko sa sarili ko: "College na! Easy-easy na lang ako. Goodbye na sa pagiging nerdy-braniac cream student. Wala nang cream class e. Less pressure, zero competition." Akala ko kaya ko. Akala ko madali. mahirap din palang baguhin ang nakasanayan mo nang routine simula nung bata ka pa. I thought I can live a carefree college life. Yung bang tipong papasok ka na walang alam, incomplete assignment at aasa na lang sa kung anong mangyayari sa araw na ito. Xet, hindi ko ata kaya. The mere thought of going to class unprepared and knowing that you haven't studied for a long quiz makes my stomach turn upside-down! Actually, I've tried it na. I can't describe the feeling. Parang natatae ka na nasusuka na nahihilo pag naririnig mo ang bell at pumapasok na sa room yung prof mo. Anything can happen ika nga. Ang sama sa pakiramdam. Pinagpapawisan ako ng malamig! Hindi lang ako sanay. Pero natanong ko din ang sarili ko, bakit ang ate ko na minsan ko lang nakitang mag-aral e parang walang kaproble-problema sa buhay samantalang ako na paranoid lagi na may nakalimutang assignment ay parang wasted na wasted araw-araw??? Attitude lang ba talaga nya yun at natural na sa kanya o deep inside ay namomroblema na din xa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, highschool pa lang ako, gusto ko nang takasan ang sitwasyong ito. I wanna free myself from all the pressures and high expectations that I get from other people. Yes, it's great to be called "matalino" and a straight A student. Masarap ang feeling na makita ang pangalan mo na nasa itaas ng honor list at masarap din mapabilang sa top class taun-taon. Pero parang ang laki ng kapalit. Ano 'tong kapalit na 'to? Well, yun lang naman e ang ma-stranded ka sa buhay na puro aral para mapatunayan mo ang sarili mo at ang palaging maabot ang expectations ng mga tao lalo na ng nanay mo at mga kamag-anak. Mahirap din pala ang pinasok kong buhay.  Yung tipo ng buhay na hindi ka pwedeng magpabaya sa grades mo dahil baka kung anong sabihin ng ibang tao. Siguro yung iba sa inyo sasabihin na hindi naman importante ang mga sinasabi ng ibang tao, pero trust me, it does matter. It matters a lot. Hindi pwedeng hindi ka maaapektuhan sa mga sinasabi nila, kahit konti lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati kasi, isa sa mga pinakakinatatakutan ko ay ang mawala sa cream class next school year kaya pinagbubutihan ko. Ayoko ngang malaglag! Baka kasi pag napalipat ako ng ibang section, itanong kung saang section ako galing last year. Pag sinabi kong galing cream, baka itanong kung bakit ako nawala dun. Masakit din un a. Maliban na lang kung talagang sukang-suka ka nang makabilang sa cream section. Pero ngayong college, parang ganun ulit. Nung unang weeks ng klase, hirap na hirap ako. Una dahil wala akong ibang kakilala na mga kabatch ko. Konti lang. Tapos, palaging pinagdidiinan nung ibang IS na galing akong cream kaya ivinovolunteer nila ako lagi. Feeling ko tuloy lagi, obligado akong maglider-lideran. Nakakapagod din minsan yun no! Feeling ko gabi gabi na lang ako may ginagawang report e!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang sakit din minsan kasi ang daming connotation sa pagiging "cream." Ano-ano yun? Boring daw, seryoso, nosebleed pag nagsalita, mayabang, rule abiding citizens to the highest level, control freak(huh?!), super competitive, zero v, tahimik(god, this is so funny..kung sino mang nagsabi nito e hindi pa nakakapasok sa classroom namin), manang (at manong?), grade conscious(mejo) at ang pinakamasakit..hindi raw tao. Minsan, narinig ko ang dalawang babae na naguusap sa cr pagkatapos ng NCAE namin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Girl 1: Ang hirap ng NCAE! lalo na yung entrepreneurial skills! Xet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Girl 2: Oo nga..nangamote ako! Pero sabi nung kaservice kong cream, okay lang daw. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Girl 1: Hahaha..Xempre yun ang reaction nila. Cream e. Hindi naman tao yung mga yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;        Girl 2: Oo nga, ano kayang kinakain ng mga yun. Beyond normal na e. Utak na tinubuan                      ng katawan..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;         (nagtawanan ang dalawang bruha..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung mga panahong yun, inaayos ko ang pagkaka tuck-in ng sando ko. Napatigil ako dun. Mejo natawa. Pero nasaktan din ako. Kung hindi kami tao, ano kami? Hayop, halaman? At ung statement na beyond normal..HELLO??? Kumusta naman un? At xempre, ang pinakanakapukaw sa aking atensyon, ang pagiging "utak na tinubuan ng katawan" namin. Yuck ha! kadiri naman..Well anyway, what I'm really trying to point out is that we're also like everybody else. Teenager din naman kami. Mahilig gumimik, marami ding kalokohang ginagawa at higit sa lahat, totoong tao. Diber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, masaya sa cream class. Mahirap nga lang minsan. Pero ngayong desidido na akong maging "normal" na tao, saka naman ako lalong namotivate mag-aral. Bakit? Hmm..secret! Haha..Saka na ang chismisan. Parang inuulit ko nanaman ang cream days ko. Ang pinagkaiba nga lang, I'm no longer with the rest of the "gang."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay, ang chaka! Parang there's no other choice but to stick to what you've been used to. Nagbago nga ang environment, pero ang attitude, hindi.  Kanina, nagpunta ako sa mga lola ko (sa mother's side) tapos sabi ni Ate Pepay, "Aba, himala! Laumabas si Mara! Bakit, wala kang pinagaaralan?" Ayoko ng lagi akong ginaganon. Gusto ko, tratuhin ako gaya nga pagtrato sa iba.  Hindi ko naman kailangan ng maraming papuri e. I've had enough of that. Too much, actually.  Oo, masarap ang feeling ng napapalakpakan pag highest ka sa exam. Pero mahirap din naman yung yun lang ang tingin nilang lahat sa'yo. E pano pag may bagsak ako? Imbis na gumaan yung loob ko e lalong sasama dahil sa comments nila. Sa totoo lang, kahit hindi ako nakakarinig ng isang salita, alam ko kung anong reaction ng iba. Tulad nung 74% ko sa quiz sa TheoFun (anak ng tokwa naman kasi e, hindi pa ako ipinasa!). I felt bad hindi dahil dun sa grade mismo(well, just a little bit) kundi dahil sa reaction ng iba. May nagtanong kasi na kaklase kung anong nangyari. Sabi ko nahirapan ako. Sabi nya "owwws? ikaw? nahirapan?" Sabi ko na lang hindi kasi ako nakapag-aral ng ayos dahil sa PE. Gusto ko sanang sabihin na "Bakit, wala na ba akong karapatang bumagsak?" Ayoko lang kasi talaga ng may mga nagrereact nga ganyan kapag may  mababa akong grade. It makes the feeling worse! But I guess hindi na nila yan mapipigilan. Ewan ko ba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yan ang aking mga dinaramdam sa buhay. Isa yan sa mga enigma ko. Gusto ko nang maging easy-go-lucky pero hindi ko naman kaya! I guess I'll be like this forever. Hanggang sa paglaki ko, madadala ko na to. Sana lang hindi na ako kasing paranoid ngayon pag laki ko. As of now, I'll just be contented of who I am and what I can be. I don't have to force myself to become somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O xa, napahaba na itong blog entry ko. Ang sarap pala ng feeling na mailabas mo ung matagal mo nang tinatago. Till here na lang. Inaantok na din me...*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-7211499115402088966?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7211499115402088966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7211499115402088966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-of-frustrated-trying-hard.html' title='Confessions of a Frustrated, (trying hard-to-be-normal) N.E.R.D.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-369341799265480127</id><published>2008-08-21T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T20:05:13.912+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to put dots in my life</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Last Song Syndrome:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do birds fall down from the sky everytime you walk by...&lt;br /&gt;Just like me, they long to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yup. The Carpenters pa rin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But now listening to:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charmed Life-Leigh Nash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because I just watched "Uptown Girls" on dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there was something wrong with this day the moment I woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't bright and shiny. I tried thinking of the faces that will soon greet me in school later on. Perked up a little bit, pero wala padin eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just felt like something was wrong. Something was missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way to school, I kept on changing the songs in my phone. Which is uncommon, because I usually finish the song before changing to the next track. Ngayon wala pang kalahati kroo na kagad. It just felt different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling became stronger during the first period. Comski1 time. I couldn't think properly. And then the feeling grew when the prof started to give out out test papers..My grade was fine. Fine doesn't mean excellent. Well, let's just say it's really not the kind of grade that I usually got way back when I was in IS. But I can deal with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  So things didn't go out very well during TheoFun. The test papers were given and I got lucky. A grade of 97 is quite satisfying. But to tell you the truth, I was kinda dissapointed after taking the test in TheoFun. The test was way too easy!!! I worked my freakin ass off so that I can fully understand that subject. Every single sentence that I've memorized weren't even included in the test. So much for the late night cramming! Hmp!Well, I'd rather not talk about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FiliOne time! Well it wasn't that bad. My involvement in the singing contest paid off because our teacher generously gave the participants an additional 5% in the midterm exams. My grades were pulled to a 96. I was really happy. Just last week,  I was so dissapointed after taking the exam. The test was way too difficult. I felt that all those times that I was answering that godforsaken test, I was only relying on pure luck.  I worked my ass off the night before the test just so I can finish the lessons in FiliOne which is two inches thick!! Quite exaggerated? Hell no! I wish I was kidding when I said that. But I really thought that I was doomed in Filipino. Hey, maybe I can get a job as a fortuneteller. Ang galing ko palang manghula! Haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day drifted by. OK naman somehow. Alam mo yun. The feeling just disappeared because it was covered by all the laughing and the noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: nojiko no misuki (the name of the food I ate at  lunch today).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come CWTS time..it's my last subject of the day. Well, I don't really consider it as a subjects nowadays. Why? Let's just say I really don't get it. All we study at this course is time management, how to be effective individuals, having a good self-image, patriotism, blah, blah, blah, fret, fret, fret...YAWN... I don't get it! Why do we have to study those things anyway. Like for example, having a good self-image. We discussed the topic for like 3 hours straight! I was already fighting the urge to sleep. The thing is, self-image is not something that you have to learn from your professor in a classroom setting. It's something that is not supposed to be imposed in the minds of students. You are the only person on earth who can mold your own self image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dismissal time. Wala na. Space. Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way home, I received a text message from HIM. I read it. Pause. Pause. Pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a minute to process the message completely. It was open-ended..putol ung message nya. Anu yun, fill in the blanks??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am anxious. What could this be about?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the contrary though. I know what I'm feeling. But I don't know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for certain &lt;/span&gt;why I'm feeling that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I'm doing anymore. I'm confused. I am hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm confused. And &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared because this whole thing that I'm dealing with may never end. May never have a period. Puro comma. Walang period. Kahit exclamation point tatanggapin ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the other thing. If I leave, the feeling follows me. When I'm there, I lose all interest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there no way to hide how I feel? Or no way to show how I feel? Why can't I release this feeling(whatever it is!). My life used to be an open book (well, that way way too long ago). Now, I'm nothing but a secretive wreck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are free in this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hell man. I don't even know what I'm doing with my freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much happened. Time to go. Time to move on. Pero ang hirap eh. You can't work on things alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it. I need farrreaking closure. But not to end things completely. Just to begin a fresh new chapter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU NEED TO PUT THE DOT IN THIS PARAGRAPH-LONG SENTENCE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-369341799265480127?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/369341799265480127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/369341799265480127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-need-to-put-dots-in-my-life.html' title='I need to put dots in my life'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6040994686973832166</id><published>2008-08-17T19:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-17T20:20:53.112+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dearest Mom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adolescence is a very critical period in a person's life. It isn't easy, you know. Specially when you try to make it so difficult (peace!). Anyway, this letter isn't only for my mom. This is also for the other mom's out there with daughters whose ages range from 12-18.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us have our dramas. Teenage years are emotional  years--and a confusing one at that. We're not quite kids, but we're not yet grown-ups either, so when I come home with a problem, no matter how silly it may seem, if we say it's a big deal, believe us, IT'S A BIG DEAL. Sometimes we won't talk because we don't think you'd understand. Sometimes, we just need you to listen. Other times we just need you to put our world back together with ice cream instead of I-told-you-so's. Try to put yourself in our shoes if you can't  take us shoe shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us have our dreams. Right now, we want to be rock stars, models, actresses, not for the fortune, but for the fame. We still know what it means to reach for the stars and dream big. We can't quite grasp the idea of "settle" yet. Let the world teach us that someday. For now, president, Olympic gold medalist, supermodel, you name it, we can still become it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us know we're beautiful. We learn what's beautiful from celebs, boys-and you. Even before we knew who Ashley Tisdale is, we wanted to look like you. But you're not too happy with the way you look so we started wondering, if you're not pretty like we thought you we're, maybe we're not pretty either. It's hard enough not to be the "crush" of our "crush," but if you don't tell us that we're beautiful, then someone else might tell us we're not--and we'll believe them. We'll change for them, try to be more like them, and compromise who we are just so we could be beautiful for them. And once our self-image is shattered, it's so hard to put back together again. So come on mom, say it, even on-especially on-days is not even close to being Vanessa-Hudgens-like: "You're beautiful."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're like you but we're different. I look a lot like you, I learned a lot from you, people often say I'm a mini version of you-but mom, I'm not you. I have my own interests, opinions and even values-sometimes they're just like yours but sometimes they're not. Differences don't have to be all bad right? You and I can have our disagreements like what I should wear, who I should listen to, and what will make me happy in life-but we can still be friends. You may hate my music, my friends, my choices, but they are my choices for a reason. Talk to me, find out why I think such and such is the coolest thing on earth, or why I like going to the mall with my pals on a school night, just this once. You don't always have to say yes--you're still my mom--but first, hear me out before you say no. All I need from you is respect. Respect that I'm an individual. Respect that I'm growing up to be the person I want to be. You may not always understand me, but I'll be forever grateful if you try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inspired by an article by Shiloah Matic)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6040994686973832166?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6040994686973832166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6040994686973832166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/dear-mom.html' title='Dear Mom'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5758885603751265043</id><published>2008-08-15T09:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:03:57.591+08:00</updated><title type='text'>B.O.R.E.D. and missing someone.....</title><content type='html'>This day is soooo Bo-o-o-ooring!!!! Katatapos lang ng midterms, I have a lot of free time and yet I can't think of anything fun to do. There's nobody to hang out with. My sister still has a test, my cousins are all in school, my friends (I don't know where they are), and my mom's at work. This morning, I was planning to spend this day reading Gabriel Garcia Marquez' book "Love in the time of Cholera" because it's our requirement after midterms (I think we're supposed to make a book review), but I can't get myself to read! I'm not usually this lazy  when it comesto reading. It's just that the last time I've read the book (I think I was already in page 144 or 154??) was like a month or two ago! At that time I don't have much time to read because I was busy. But now that I've got all the time in the world, I seem to lose the interest. I can't even remember what bloody page I'm at. I already forgot the story so I guess I have to read it all over again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, today is the birthday of one of my closest pal/cousin, Camille. I  f*cking miss that girl so much! The last time I saw her was last vacation. She's now studying in Manila and doesn't go home here in Batangas quite often.  I really miss being with her. I am not used to go to school without her. She's like my buddy and now I feel that a part of me is missing. She seems a million lightyears away (but we still find time to communicate thru texts and IMs, although it isn't quite that often since we're both busy). I just miss her sooooo much. Life isn't the same without her..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SKTiWHQrfZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t9vdmWm1NLo/s1600-h/1_347700950l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SKTiWHQrfZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t9vdmWm1NLo/s320/1_347700950l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234557536445365650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(This photo was taken during the school fair..I think this was a stolen shot.&lt;br /&gt;Camille is the one wearing stripes.)&lt;/span&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/2150161088101324418-5758885603751265043?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5758885603751265043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5758885603751265043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/bored-and-missing-someone.html' title='B.O.R.E.D. and missing someone.....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SKTiWHQrfZI/AAAAAAAAAHY/t9vdmWm1NLo/s72-c/1_347700950l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-778339582006458768</id><published>2008-08-14T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T21:02:08.772+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just look at the brighter side..</title><content type='html'>Okay, twas a long time since my last blog entry! Where to start?&lt;br /&gt;Oh, midterms!!! I just had my midterm exams.. so now, I'm free as a bird! Finally! Haha.. Anyway, the exam was okay..okay doesn't mean difficult, but it doesn't mean that it's easy either. There were easy ones like math and TheoFun, but there were also bloody ones like FiliOne (why the hell do we still take that freakin' subject, marunong naman tayo mag-Filipino!?!), RelEd and GenPsych. Well, FiliOne really absorbed all my energy last night. I stayed up until 2.30 am to finish that damn subject. I thought that it was enough, but the test was just so damn crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can really feel college life now. I can feel the freedom, the excitement, the difficulty, the pressures! College is not a bed of roses, you know! But surprisingly, I don't feel that much bitter right now (at first I feel really bad about my college life). As a matter of fact, I'm enjoying every single minute of it, even my late night cramming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned above that I feel "bitter" about college. It's because I feel left out by my friends. They are all in manila while i'm left here in Batangas. Last year, I was dying to go to UP Manila!! I saw my name on the list of UPCAT passers and got a letter of acceptance. At that very moment, I was sure that I'll be studying in UP manila next school year..but unfortunately, my mom never allowed me to study there so I stayed here and took up nursing instead. I was heartbroken because of that. Nursing in De La Salle Lipa wasn't quite what I expected for my college years. Actually, I really don't mind living in a creepy old claustrophobic dorm and working my ass off when I study in UP. As long as I'm free and independent in a university that's not in Batangas, I'll be happy. Well, that was before. I might as well forget about it..'coz this is my life now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in the process of fitting in and finding my place in DLSL, but as of now, I'm totally, completely and absolutely happy of where I am now. College is not so bad after all. The knotty feeling in my stomach everytime I go to my first class in the morning was finally gone. I guess it's just my destiny that I ended up studying here. I may not be like my other friends who seem to be totally enjoying their independence in other universities, but at least I also get to have a world of my own here. They say it's fun to be away from your home because you get to taste freedom, experience a totally different world, and meet new people. Yeah..good ol' freedom indeed! But staying isn't a hindrance to live a life like that. I also have my own freedom now, I experience a totally different world (yeah, definitely!) and most of all, I met really great people. I belong to block 3 (or block c) and my blockmates are awesome!! My new friends are a lot different from the friends that I used to hang-out with back in high school. They're free-spirited, carefree, fun and "crazy-beautiful" people. Sometimes, we get a little bit "over-the-fence" when it comes to having fun but it's okay because they gave me a whole new experience and perspective in life. Back in high school, my days were spent with assignments, projects, and never ending quizzes. I belong to the top class and I was afraid to be left out so I work hard. But now, there is no more top class. Everyone is arranged randomly so there's no need for me to cope up with others so that's another way of being free. Free from competitions, free from high expectations and most of all, free from quick judgments. But that doesn't mean that I don't work hard anymore because&lt;br /&gt;like what I've said, college is not a bed of roses. As a matter of fact, I work harder. Nursing can be so "toxic" sometimes (I always use that expression nowadays..TOXIC!!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess this is just the brighter side of not having the chance to be a centennial freshman at UP (even though I still feel frustrated up to now). Every event in our life, may it be good or bad, has a purpose. We just have to look at the brighter side of everything. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-778339582006458768?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/778339582006458768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/778339582006458768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-look-at-brighter-side.html' title='Just look at the brighter side..'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6784609670871340044</id><published>2008-08-01T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T22:12:50.094+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just updating</title><content type='html'>The past couple of weeks have been a whirlwind of activities. I had a couple of "first times" actually. One is my first time to join a singing competition (wow! my heart still does a little flip whenever i mention that!). Yes..a 100% real singing competition! I'm happy to say that this time..I'm not even kidding! (Ok, OA na..haha) It's just that I still can't believe that someone like me who has zero talent when it comes to performing on-stage has been given a chance to sing a piece by David Cook. Well, it's not actually a song by david cook, it was just based from his song "always be my baby." The fun part is that the song was translated in Filipino. Surprisingly, it turned out to be pretty damn good! Haha.....Ok, confession time! I wasn't singing alone, we were a group...but it can still be considered as my debut performance. LOL! Unfortunately, we didn't win the contest (even though I thought we were so good and I expected that we would bag the 2nd place).. but it's okay because it was worth the shot. But the best part is that some people actually thought I sang very well!!! And believe me, they're not just saying that to boost my confidence because I can feel that they actaully mean it. Can you believe it??? Me??? A good singer??? Get out of here! Haha.. So anyway, here's the lyrics of the song (I don't have the copy w/ me while i'm typing this bec. i can still remember every word):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tayo'y naging isa&lt;br /&gt;Sa sandaling panahon&lt;br /&gt;Akala ko'y di magwawakas&lt;br /&gt;Na ikaw ay akin lang&lt;br /&gt;Gusto mong lumayo&lt;br /&gt;Hahayaan kita&lt;br /&gt;Dahil alam ko sa puso ko&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nati'y di magwawakas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mananatili ka sa buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;At ganun din ako sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ako matatakasan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ikaw lang ang aking mahal&lt;br /&gt;At maglalagi&lt;br /&gt;Di mabubura damdaming ito&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ako mapapasuko&lt;br /&gt;O, dahil ikaw lang ang aking mahal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Di ako iiyak&lt;br /&gt;Di kita pipigilan&lt;br /&gt;Kung gusto mong lumayo&lt;br /&gt;Di ako tututol sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Sigurado akong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gbabalik ka din&lt;br /&gt;Dahil alam ko sa puso mo&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig nati'y di magwawakas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mananatili ka sa buhay ko&lt;br /&gt;At ganun din ako sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ako matatakasan&lt;br /&gt;Dahil ikaw lang ang aking mahal&lt;br /&gt;At maglalagi&lt;br /&gt;Di mabubura damdaming ito&lt;br /&gt;Di mo ako mapapasuko&lt;br /&gt;O, dahil ikaw lang ang aking mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Okay, so my second "first time" is my failure in PE class. Yes, I wrote it down correctly..I failed a practical exam in PE class. Weird, huh? Some kids get A's in PE..and i'm definitely not one of them. What can I say?? I suck at PE. I'm not much of a dancer, let alone an athlete. I was shocked for about two minutes, and then after that, my life went back to normal again (it is very unlikely for me to recover fast after receiving a failing grade in any subject). So what? It's only P.E. class for god's sake! 2 units (not that i underestimate 2 units, but let's face it..failure in a 2-unit subject is not something to be suicidal about)! Well, let's admit it, everybody has their own weaknesses. I guess I just have to try my best on out midterms exams next week. Good luck to me!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6784609670871340044?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6784609670871340044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6784609670871340044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/08/just-updating.html' title='Just updating'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2286450985123853975</id><published>2008-07-11T14:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T16:56:41.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Cartoons Helped Shape My Life</title><content type='html'>Whenever I reminisce about my childhood days, I always remember the toys I once had, my playmates, the games we played, bathing in the rain, and of course--my favorite cartoon shows. What kind of child wouldn't love cartoons anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can still remember way back when I was just a kid, I would always watch my weekday morning cartoons on TV before I go to school (I belonged to the afternoon class in my school). I'm pretty sure that (almost) every kid who was born during the late 1980's to the early 1990's knows Cedie: And munting Prinsipe, Heidi, the twins at St. Claire, Julio at Julia, Bubu Chacha, Doraemon and Mojacko. Well, they're just some of my long lists of favorite cartoon shows when I was a kid (most of them are the tagalized cartoon series in ABS-CBN), but my most favorite of all, probably the one that made the greatest impact in my life, was Princess Sarah (the tv series was based on Frances Hodgson Burnett's novel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A little Princess)&lt;/span&gt; . Very typical, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SHcVIC7Nw8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/u-5zac1nyhw/s1600-h/SaraAnime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SHcVIC7Nw8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/u-5zac1nyhw/s320/SaraAnime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221665520927753154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                 &lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The main character was of course, Sarah Crewe. She's a smart,  pretty, kind-hearted and strong willed little girl. Sarah was once a very wealthy kid but she was forced to work as a scullery maid in a boarding school when she was orphaned. Her character inspired me very much because even though she was being maltreated in most of the episodes by the cruel headmistress Miss Minchin, she still has something to smile and be happy about. Watching her as a kid taught me important values in life like courage, selflessness, humility and hopefulness. As a matter of fact, I still look up to her even now. She has this amazing ability to love even if it seems as if everything has been taken away from her. Her famous line that I haven't forgotten yet was:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Every girl is a princess. Even if they live in dusty old attics&lt;/span&gt;,  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dress in tattered ra&lt;/span&gt;gs, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if they aren't pretty or smart or rich&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they are still princesses as long as they believe in themselves.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Another cartoon character that has influenced me when I was a kid was Judy Abbott. She is a thin, clumsy, red-haired teenage orphan who was given the cance to study in the prestigious Lincoln Memorial High School thru a scholarship from Jervis Pendleton or "Daddy Long Legs" as Judy would call him. She is a hard-working student and, just like me, she is an aspiring writer. She actually influenced me to start writing.  Little did I know that watching Judy Abott on tv would prepare me for this crazy, mixed-up (but very exciting) stage in life called adolescence. I can relate to her in many ways like my passion in writing, my fascination in boys (and curiosity on why they are the way they are)...and of course, my never ending hunger for adventure. At the end of the story, Judy's "Daddy long legs" turned out to be her 'special friend' Jervis Pendelton. The two of them got married after Judy's high school graduation and that only proves that true love comes in a time you least expected it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SHcWgVCWkvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VpRMFAAEPrA/s1600-h/230px-JudieAnime.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 170px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SHcWgVCWkvI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VpRMFAAEPrA/s320/230px-JudieAnime.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221667037618017010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Cartoon Shows have truly been a part of my life. They were my companions while I was growing up. Their stories and characters have molded my little mind and have made a big influence in my life. They may just be simple fictional cartoon characters from TV, but they have been a part of who I am now. They will always remind me of my happy childhood and that I will always be a kid at heart. Princess Sarah and  Judy Abbott have made their mark on me and they will always have a very special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/2150161088101324418-2286450985123853975?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2286450985123853975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2286450985123853975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/07/how-cartoons-helped-shape-my-life.html' title='How Cartoons Helped Shape My Life'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SHcVIC7Nw8I/AAAAAAAAAGk/u-5zac1nyhw/s72-c/SaraAnime.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3986298402072641385</id><published>2008-06-28T19:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T20:09:14.261+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just updating...</title><content type='html'>Real name: Patrizze Mara Ozaeta Garcia&lt;br /&gt;Nickname: Mara&lt;br /&gt;Zodiac Sign: Libra&lt;br /&gt;Male or Female: Femmie&lt;br /&gt;High School: De La Salle Lipa&lt;br /&gt;Short or long hair: Medyo long..hehe&lt;br /&gt;Are you a health freak? not so much&lt;br /&gt;Height: 5'2"&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone? uhh yessss&lt;br /&gt;Do you like yourself? of course, why wouldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;Piercings: ears..that's all XD&lt;br /&gt;Right of lefty: Right-handed (but I used to be a lefty until i reached the 1st grade)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST*&lt;br /&gt;First surgery: nothing&lt;br /&gt;First piercing(s): ears nga! haha&lt;br /&gt;First best friend/s: vernice, camille, carmina, yosh&lt;br /&gt;First award: 1st place--speech power fest&lt;br /&gt;First sport you joined: Table tennis&lt;br /&gt;First pet: lovebirds..or was it a dog? Can't really remember&lt;br /&gt;First vacation: cant remember o.o&lt;br /&gt;First concert: never been&lt;br /&gt;First crush: KK—first crush when i was in my first grade..oink. o.o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CURRENTLY*&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for vernice and camille to go OL …&lt;br /&gt;Drinking water&lt;br /&gt;Listening to Edison Lighthouse's Love Grows&lt;br /&gt;I’m about to post this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOUR FUTURE*&lt;br /&gt;Want to be rich..haha. (Prankahan na!)&lt;br /&gt;Want to get married in the future, when i already have a job..haha&lt;br /&gt;Careers in mind: nurse/doctor..and a part time writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHICH ONE IS BETTER*&lt;br /&gt;Lips or eyes: eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hugs or kisses: Hugs&lt;br /&gt;Shorter or taller: Taller&lt;br /&gt;Romantic or spontaneous: Spontaneous&lt;br /&gt;Nice stomach or nice arms: both? XD&lt;br /&gt;Trouble maker or hesitant: a little bit of both XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAVE YOU EVER*&lt;br /&gt;Kissed a stranger: nope&lt;br /&gt;Drank bubbles: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Lost glasses or contacts: yes&lt;br /&gt;Run away from home: I never even imagined of doing it, im not stupid…i mean where would i sleep if i do run away from home haha..&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone younger: yes&lt;br /&gt;Liked someone older: yeah..two years older&lt;br /&gt;Broken someone’s heart: yes&lt;br /&gt;Been arrested: Nope&lt;br /&gt;Turned someone down: A lot of times&lt;br /&gt;Cried when someone died: yes&lt;br /&gt;Liked a friend: yes, but i think he didn't like me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DO YOU BELIEVE IN*&lt;br /&gt;Yourself: I have no problem with that&lt;br /&gt;Miracles: yes&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight: nope. I just don't get it!&lt;br /&gt;Heaven: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Sex on the first date: nope..the idea is stupid!&lt;br /&gt;Angels: Yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANSWER TRUTHFULLY*&lt;br /&gt;Is there one person you want to be with right now? YES&lt;br /&gt;Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time: NO&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God: Yes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3986298402072641385?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3986298402072641385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3986298402072641385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-updating.html' title='Just updating...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6609094077259729936</id><published>2008-06-24T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T10:14:14.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Classes Today</title><content type='html'>It's definitely a long weekend for me. We had no classes last friday because it was the foundation day. We had classes last saturday though (we have Rel Ed on saturday..and it sucks for me!). But nevertheless, classes were cancelled today due to the weather. Mr. Frank sure got really angry!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was sick though, stuck in bed most of the time. But I liked the rain even though it seemed like the end of the world outside (specially last night). It came with a cool breeze that made the weather comfortable. I was comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/coc/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/pat-philippines_gallery_355847a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.candymag.com/coc/wp-content/uploads/2008/06/pat-philippines_gallery_355862a.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;But to some, it was more than just a comfortable breeze that swept by our country. Winds of over 170 km an hour, torrential rains—a typhoon named Frank (internationally known as Fengshen) roared through the Philippines. To tell you the truth, I was kind of happy last night when the president announced that classes were suspended. Suspended classes due to typhoons and other calamities are one of my favorite news. And it's a shame, really. Yeah, I did have a wonderful time today. I had enough time to finish my homeworks and I had fun at my movie marathon this afternoon. I felt really good while I snuggled in my cozy bed this morning because it was cold. I was really contented even though it was raining cats and dogs outside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then again, that was selfish. I am selfish. I only cared about myself. What about everyone else? I didn't even realize that while I was enjoying myself at home, some people in other places are suffering. Just like them: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216748354363230114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="176" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SGWc_SBsh6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pBW61a0MuZ4/s320/pat-philippines_gallery_355862a-150x150.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216748610012735746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="156" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SGWdOKZSaQI/AAAAAAAAAGc/6fph9lPC0hA/s320/pat-philippines_gallery_355847a-150x150.jpg" width="171" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I said earlier that I had a great weekend..I was wrong. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How about you, how was your weekend?&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/2150161088101324418-6609094077259729936?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6609094077259729936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6609094077259729936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/no-classes-today.html' title='No Classes Today'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SGWc_SBsh6I/AAAAAAAAAGU/pBW61a0MuZ4/s72-c/pat-philippines_gallery_355862a-150x150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3565236927087608296</id><published>2008-06-21T01:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T01:58:00.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>para lang may magawa...</title><content type='html'>1. Where is your cell phone?&lt;br /&gt;♥ on my neck..(nakakwintas sakin)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Your boyfriend/girlfriend/crush?&lt;br /&gt;♥ amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Your hair?&lt;br /&gt;♥  wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your mother?&lt;br /&gt;♥ bests-est&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Your father?&lt;br /&gt;♥ miss him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Your favorite thing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Laptop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Your dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;♥ can't remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Your favorite drink?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Coffee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your dream car?&lt;br /&gt;♥ BMW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Say something about life?&lt;br /&gt;♥ gaudy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Your ex?&lt;br /&gt;♥ =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Your fear?&lt;br /&gt;♥ failing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.Where do you want to be in 10 years?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Europe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Who did you hang out with last night?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. What you're not good at?&lt;br /&gt;♥ dancing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Muffins?&lt;br /&gt;♥ YUMMY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. When you DIE, ud rather be CREMATED or BURIED?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Cremated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18 . Where you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Batangas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Last place you've been to?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Toilet ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. What are you wearing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ stallion shirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 . Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Guestroom/computer room/library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Your pet/s?&lt;br /&gt;♥ none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Your computer?&lt;br /&gt;♥ DELL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Your life.&lt;br /&gt;♥ lalalalalovin' it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Your mood?&lt;br /&gt;♥ bored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Missing?&lt;br /&gt;♥ friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. What/Who are you thinking about right now?&lt;br /&gt;♥ food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Your car?&lt;br /&gt;♥ imaginary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Your work?&lt;br /&gt;♥ None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Your summer?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Incomplete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.Your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt; yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. When was the last time you laughed?&lt;br /&gt;♥ while ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Last time you cried?&lt;br /&gt;♥ forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. School?&lt;br /&gt;♥ Fun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3565236927087608296?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3565236927087608296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3565236927087608296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/para-lang-may-magawa.html' title='para lang may magawa...'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3526175728984687448</id><published>2008-06-17T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:17:18.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>certified K.O.L.E.H.I.Y.A.L.A.</title><content type='html'>Today is the second day of classes. I just got home actually..We're supposed to be dismissed at 5. Anyway, my first day in college was...well..it was all kind of a blur now actually. It all happened so fast! The only thing I remember is how nervous I got during GenPsych (or is it GenBiol??). The professor really sent shivers down my spine when she started scolding (and humiliating) a student (a newbie) in front of the whole class because she forgot to bring her assessment form..(oh, for God's sake, she's just a freshman! How was she to know what to bring on her first day at a new school?). Well, all I can say is that if I were that girl, I would've bursted into tears at that very moment. At least now I already know how to approach my new "terror professor ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College is so much different than high school. Back high school, I don't have to worry about my transportaition. I have a service van who picks us up everyday..but now, I have to ride a bus or a jeepney! It seems that everybody is on their own, including me (I guess). There are a lot of new faces, although there are some familiar ones. I remember being so hesitant to talk to my new block mates. Some of them seem to know one another already (probably bec. they all graduated from the same school). But at least now, I've met some new friends...well, they're not exactly "new" because I already knew them before. My schedule is also weird. It's not like my previous schedules where you go to school 5 days a week , start your class at 7:40am and be dismissed at 4pm. We now have Saturday classes which means that my only day for rest is Sunday!!! That sucks! Sometimes I wish I were 12 again....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3526175728984687448?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3526175728984687448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3526175728984687448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/certified-kolehiyala.html' title='certified K.O.L.E.H.I.Y.A.L.A.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-7880955868919629105</id><published>2008-06-15T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T15:29:03.082+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Freedom..(for now)..COLLEGE, here I come!</title><content type='html'>I feel lonely while writing this...I'm counting down the time that is left for me to enjoy freedom. As of now, I only have 17hours and 9 minutes left till classes start again... I have to say goodbye to my carefree days and say hello to more projects, homeworks, lessons, and sleepless nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually get excited whenever I hear the phrase "first day of school," but not this time. I'm no longer in highschool anymore. Sometimes, the mere thought of it sends shivers down my spine. OH MY GOD, I'M IN COLLEGE NOW! Before, I consider the first day of the school year as one of my most anticipated days of the year. I usually get excited to go to school again because I get to see my friends and classmates after so long. I become anxious to know what's new about them, listen to their stories of how they've spent their summer vacations and catch up with the latest juicy gossips.  But this time, I know that everything's gonna be different. My friends are no longer there and we can no longer welcome the first day of school together. We're all in different colleges now. Some of them are so far away (like the one in baguio--which, in my opinion, is insanely far away).It sucks for me because I hate changes. I'm not the type of person who welcomes a new chapter of life with open arms. I'm a slow adjuster, I must admit... Well I guess tomorrow I'll be forced to make new friends. Not that I hate having new friends..it's just that, I'm not very good at it. Well I just hope that my future college friends are the ones who'll approach me tomorrow, and not the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok..now I only have 16hours and 36 minutes left till my first day in college..so I guess I have to make the most out of the remaining moments of my vacation. Au revoir!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-7880955868919629105?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7880955868919629105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7880955868919629105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/goodbye-freedomfor-nowcollege-here-i.html' title='Goodbye Freedom..(for now)..COLLEGE, here I come!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1188080598147119980</id><published>2008-06-13T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T16:20:03.157+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Five</title><content type='html'>5 things found in my bag:&lt;br /&gt;-cellphone&lt;br /&gt;-purse&lt;br /&gt;-handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;-lipbalm&lt;br /&gt;-ballpen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things found in my purse:&lt;br /&gt;-money(duh!)&lt;br /&gt;-candy wrappers..&lt;br /&gt;-receipts&lt;br /&gt;-all kinds of cards..timezone cards, alumni card..etc.&lt;br /&gt;-pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 favourite things in my room:&lt;br /&gt;-the bed&lt;br /&gt;-pillows&lt;br /&gt;-scrapbook&lt;br /&gt;-desk&lt;br /&gt;-books&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-5 things I've always wanted to do:&lt;br /&gt;-travel&lt;br /&gt;-scuba diving&lt;br /&gt;-shop till i really drop&lt;br /&gt;-surf&lt;br /&gt;-drive a plane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 things I'm currently into:&lt;br /&gt;-college&lt;br /&gt;-Oishi's Sponge Crunch&lt;br /&gt;-updating blogs&lt;br /&gt;-Chatting&lt;br /&gt;-making prank calls..heehee&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-1188080598147119980?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1188080598147119980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1188080598147119980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/five.html' title='Five'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5156752723717684539</id><published>2008-06-13T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T14:49:52.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A whole new perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SFIYPF0aQPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nEI3Y3MX8Ro/s1600-h/glasses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211254366360191218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SFIYPF0aQPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nEI3Y3MX8Ro/s320/glasses.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I've been wearing my glasses for quite a while now. I'm suffering from astigmatism, you know. It is an abnormality in the corneas of the eyes. It's hereditary and I inherited mine from my mom. My mom said I had to correct my myopia(near-sightedness) and do something about my astigmatism. My trip to the "eye doctor" 2 months ago turned out to be a very rich experience. Two months ago while I was being checked by my optometrist, there was a flash of light (which came from the doctor's machine thingy) that almost blinded my eyes, and all of a sudden, I remembered a scene from "Blinding."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The novel depicted the final visions of a man who was told that he was going blind the next day. On his remaining hours before darkness veiled his eyes, the man torturously wandered about the city of Sydney, the city he had known all his life, and yet saw it as if it were for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's funny how things seem different when you know you're never gonna see them again," he mused. The mundane details of the world had suddenly magnified in both manifestation and meaning. From water spewing forth from a fountain, to bicycles tethered from a post, and a sailboat floating in the afternoon, everyday things people often take for granted had repossessed its beauty. Colors had recalled their vibrance, like in the solitary autumn leaf on the pavement, in tomatoes peddled on a cart, and even the graffiti painted on the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Today, I did something I haven't done in my entire life, " the man said. "I paid attention."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, the moment's reflection was not prompted by my own loss of eyesight. It was the reverse in fact, yet the sublime insight of the film remained: "When you really pay attention, you shake the world up like a snow globe and true beauty comes true."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After having the vision of a cave-dwelling bat all my life, I had finally gained a better eyesight thanks to my glasses. The best part of wearing glasses again (I once wore glasses when I was 13, but I lost them and it took me three years later to get a new one) is waking up the next day and wearing them. It was a different world. No longer a vague miasma of floating shapes. For the first time in my life, just like in the book, I paid attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stared at everything, and started to notice things that had always been there but I had only seen for the first time. The overlapping colors on the spines on my books, the countless shades of green on the tree leaves on my window...even the sunlight seemed to have taken on a different glow that morning. It was my shaken-up snow globe of a world. Did everybody else see the world like this? Truly, waking up to details had become a vanishing art to those blessed at birth with perfect vision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for me, I could only be too happy to begin mastering this art of seeing again. Maybe one day, I can have a LASIK treatment to correct my eye abnormalities and to bring back my 20/20 vision, but right now, I guess I just have to stick to my glasses. . I must admit, they can be a pain in the ass sometimes, specially when I keep on forgetting where I placed them. But I'm lovin' it! Besides, I have a lot of saving to do considering that LASIK treatment costs a fortune. Well, that's it for now. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5156752723717684539?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5156752723717684539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5156752723717684539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/whole-new-perspective.html' title='A whole new perspective'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SFIYPF0aQPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/nEI3Y3MX8Ro/s72-c/glasses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8869460142978277144</id><published>2008-06-04T14:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-04T14:20:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I just looooove MATH!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathematics for Dummies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is soooo funny! I swear, my math teachers are gonna kill me for posting this! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;note:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;to all the math geeks out there, PEACE!!! This is just for fun, so take it easy, ok?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYxaIGSVBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1-zsPKJUzuI/s1600-h/test3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207904344020767762" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYxaIGSVBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1-zsPKJUzuI/s320/test3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Nice one, peter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYxQIGSVAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tqWWc61DphU/s1600-h/question4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207904172222075906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYxQIGSVAI/AAAAAAAAAF0/tqWWc61DphU/s320/question4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;duh! it looks more like cheese to me..haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYxFYGSU_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TFYHbs9_HH0/s1600-h/pic23281.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207903987538482162" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYxFYGSU_I/AAAAAAAAAFs/TFYHbs9_HH0/s320/pic23281.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;that's an elephant? ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYw84GSU-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/0OK-IS_V-XM/s1600-h/fun32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207903841509594082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYw84GSU-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/0OK-IS_V-XM/s320/fun32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;Mathematics??? Nuh-uh..more like philosophy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYw0YGSU9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FwHyMdSOb8g/s1600-h/division-fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207903695480706002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYw0YGSU9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/FwHyMdSOb8g/s320/division-fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;The art of cancellation..Hey, why didn't I think of that!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYwpIGSU8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vz2vi8gO5HA/s1600-h/sinx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207903502207177666" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYwpIGSU8I/AAAAAAAAAFU/vz2vi8gO5HA/s320/sinx.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&gt;&gt;yeah, right...six=6..who needs a scientific calculator?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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/2150161088101324418-8869460142978277144?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8869460142978277144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8869460142978277144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-looooove-math.html' title='I just looooove MATH!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SEYxaIGSVBI/AAAAAAAAAF8/1-zsPKJUzuI/s72-c/test3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3058034836374949161</id><published>2008-05-24T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T10:13:38.431+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing a friend!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDd5cSq-ZRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0grWvzfp53k/s1600-h/missver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203761421405283602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDd5cSq-ZRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0grWvzfp53k/s320/missver.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*I miss*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;VERNICE&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/2150161088101324418-3058034836374949161?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3058034836374949161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3058034836374949161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/missing-friend.html' title='Missing a friend!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDd5cSq-ZRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0grWvzfp53k/s72-c/missver.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-273181285556453314</id><published>2008-05-23T11:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T12:15:57.627+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to the sweetest person I know</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDZA9Sq-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q26hxb2_7vA/s1600-h/1_426172297l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203417841201472770" style="CURSOR: hand" height="311" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDZA9Sq-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q26hxb2_7vA/s320/1_426172297l.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;               &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDY_fiq-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oL2fbv7CiMs/s1600-h/1_139817119l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203416230588736754" style="WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDY_fiq-ZPI/AAAAAAAAAE8/oL2fbv7CiMs/s320/1_139817119l.jpg" width="304" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was the summer of 1959 when wonderwoman came into this world..well..okay, not really "the wonderwoman" that you see on marvel comic books, but the wonderwoman I know: Emma Ozaeta Garcia--my mother. She is 49 years old today and next year..she's gonna be a golden girl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Mama!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-273181285556453314?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/273181285556453314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/273181285556453314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/happy-birthday-to-sweetest-person-i.html' title='Happy Birthday to the sweetest person I know'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SDZA9Sq-ZQI/AAAAAAAAAFE/q26hxb2_7vA/s72-c/1_426172297l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5626612012620164117</id><published>2008-05-23T10:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T11:05:59.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABC's</title><content type='html'>A: ATTACHED OR SINGLE? It's a bit complicated right now..hmm..maybe i'm somewhere in the middle of being single and attached (long story)..hehe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: BEST FRIENDS: Corniques!!! The best people in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: CAKE OR PIE? Cake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: DAY OF CHOICE: Saturday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E: ESSENTIAL ITEMS: cellphone(dapat may load), journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F: FAVORITE COLORS: !Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G: GUMMY BEARS OR WORMS? Gummy bears &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H: HOMETOWN: San Jose, Batangas..the place to be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I:FAVORITE INDULGENCE: eating my favorite ice cream while watching my favorite movies at the comfort of my grandmother's cozy bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J: JANUARY OR JULY? January (i like the weather)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K: KIDS? I don't have one..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L: LIFE ISN'T COMPLETE WITHOUT... friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M: MARRIAGE DATE? duh..I'm only 16!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N: NUMBER OF BROTHERS AND SISTERS: 1 big sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O: ORANGES OR APPLES? apples: nice, sweet and crunchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P: PHOBIA OR FEARS: Phobia-car accidents..fear-not having a fulfilled life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: QUOTE: "And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." ---Abraham Lincoln &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R: REASONS TO SMILE: Yosh...and our yearbook which is about to be distributed on the26th. Can't wait!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;S:SUPERMAN OR WONDER WOMAN? Wonder Woman. Definitely. GIRLS RULE!(plus, I think superman is sooo over rated)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T: TAG 3 PEOPLE: yosh, vienn, bryan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U: UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME: I can't go to the toilet and do my "thing" without a book, magazine or newspaper in my hand..well, what can I say..I get bored in there! Hehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V: VEGETABLE: cabbage&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;W: WORST HABIT: not putting things in their proper places..and maybe psycho-analyzing people (even my friends)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X: X-RAY OR ULTRASOUND? I haven't done ultrasound, so I'll stick to x-ray. (I've had an x-ray before because it's one of my requirements for college admission)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y: YOUR FAVORITE FOOD: ice cream(preferably cookies 'n cream), cream puffs and vegetable salad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z: ZODIAC SIGN: Libra&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5626612012620164117?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5626612012620164117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5626612012620164117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/abcs.html' title='ABC&apos;s'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3397431697644691009</id><published>2008-05-21T12:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T13:28:29.089+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's it like to be a loser?</title><content type='html'>Last night was one of the most terrible nights in the history of the taysan superstars. After successfully winning six consecutive games in the past weeks, my team experienced the unimaginable..we lost. I must admit, the game was so predictable during the first half of the game because the opponent (the name is not important) kept on gaining on us, but during the second half, we found hope. Our team finally got even. Unfortunately, during the last minutes of the game, our hopes of being victorious were shattered. I don't want to give you the details, but the conclusion is..we lost the game. It was awful. It was our first time to lose. But lighter side is that after that dreadful night, we did not only learned a lesson, but we also became stronger. Failures make people better and grow stronger. Our players already had a taste of failure, so I hope that the next time they battle, they learn from their mistakes and emerge victorious. The feeling of being a loser was unexplainably(?) awful and accepting defeat is not as easy as it sounds, but being a loser pulled us one step closer to reality: There is always someone greater than oneself. As they say, "to be a winner, one must first learn how to be a loser."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3397431697644691009?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3397431697644691009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3397431697644691009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/whats-it-like-to-be-loser.html' title='What&apos;s it like to be a loser?'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5253939218305376261</id><published>2008-05-19T11:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T09:21:42.847+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the cutest little girl singing on Ellen!!!</title><content type='html'>I just stumbled upon this really cute video on youtube of a little girl singing all the US states in alphabetical order. She is 3 years old and she's just soooo cute!!! I hope you guys can watch it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5253939218305376261?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5253939218305376261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5253939218305376261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/cutest-little-girl-singing-on-ellen.html' title='the cutest little girl singing on Ellen!!!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6507769234395847172</id><published>2008-05-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:32:18.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if a restiveness, like light and cloud shadow passes over your hands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;sa sa mga paborito kong pinoy na salita ang…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Liwayway"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;bukang liwayway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - sunrise. ano ba ang literal meaning ng salitang ito? “break of dawn”, siguro. bukang liwayway, bukang liwayway, bukang liwayway. banggitin mo ng banggitin at matutuwa ka dahil punong puno ito ng pangako at kahulugan. pero pag naririnig ko ang salitang ito, naalala ko si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://tl.wikipedia.org/wiki/Noli_Me_Tangere"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;elias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; na &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/etext04/7sccn10.txt"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;namatay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; na di man lang nasinagan ang bukang liwayway. medyo corny nga for a dying man to say, but what the heck. here are his last words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stevan_Javellana"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;without seeing the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; brighten over my native land! You, who have it to see, welcome it–and forget not those who have fallen during the night!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually, mas maganda itong pakinggan sa tagalog. teka nga at ma-translate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“mamamatay akong di man lang nasilayan ng aking bayan ang bukang liwayway! kayong mga nakakita ng liwanag: salubungin ninyo ito ng masaganang palakpakan — at huwag ninyong kalimutang tulungan ang mga tangang nadapa nung kinagabihan dahil wala silang dalang mga flashlight!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha...patawa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan din, ang maaalala ko sa salitang “bukang liwayway” ay ang pinoy magazine na “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oovrag.com/essays/essay2005d-2.shtml"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;liwayway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“. sikat ito nung araw. dito mababasa ang mga kwento ng isa sa mga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inq7.net/lif/2004/jan/12/images/lif_1-1-big.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;paborito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; kong &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wittyworld.com/articles/kenkoyArdivilla.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;cartoon characters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.inq7.net/lif/2004/jan/12/lif_1-1.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;si kenkoy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;. 1922 pala nung magsimula itong ma publish. nakakalungkot nga na marami nang nagsara na mga publication companies. tinalikuran na kasi natin ang mga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.komikero.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;komiks at magazine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; na gawang pinoy nung sumikat ang tv at internet. sayang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6507769234395847172?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6507769234395847172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6507769234395847172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/if-restiveness-like-light-and-cloud.html' title='if a restiveness, like light and cloud shadow passes over your hands'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3406052494904230987</id><published>2008-05-13T11:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T12:06:34.718+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pls read</title><content type='html'>To all the readers of this blog, you can no longer post a comment here. Not that I've received some nasty comments..just silly ones. Just email me if you want if you want to say something. Here's my email ad: &lt;a href="mailto:maragarcia_26@yahoo.com"&gt;maragarcia_26@yahoo.com&lt;/a&gt;. Oh, and for everybody's information, everything that I've written here is true. To mr.  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;matt_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;harvie007&lt;/span&gt; , I'm a minor and I'm not interested..and just one last thing:  go to hell you moron!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3406052494904230987?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3406052494904230987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3406052494904230987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/pls-read.html' title='pls read'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6305505288460683859</id><published>2008-05-07T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:06:01.482+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Flickr</title><content type='html'>This one may be a bit tedious, but it's fun. I'm on a blog drought, and because I'm going through some sort of physical imbalance, for the want of all things verbal, I feel the tremendous need to be visual. Here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Go to &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Type in your answer to the question in the "search" box&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Use only the first page&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Copy the html and paste for the answer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;1 - What is your first name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGQkUX4BHI/AAAAAAAAADE/-FiqkJwZGhc/s1600-h/mara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197594398580802674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGQkUX4BHI/AAAAAAAAADE/-FiqkJwZGhc/s320/mara.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(for your 411, there's such a place called Masai Mara--tourist destination in Africa (or is it south america??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 - What is your favorite food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGRa0X4BJI/AAAAAAAAADU/oFWiMoP_Sbo/s1600-h/ice+cream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197595334883673234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGRa0X4BJI/AAAAAAAAADU/oFWiMoP_Sbo/s320/ice+cream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3 - What school did you go to? (In reverse order)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGSKkX4BKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Q5nvyNT_YhU/s1600-h/lasalle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197596155222426786" style="WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px" height="257" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGSKkX4BKI/AAAAAAAAADc/Q5nvyNT_YhU/s320/lasalle.jpg" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4 - What is your favorite color?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGS5UX4BLI/AAAAAAAAADk/eAc4S__pilY/s1600-h/yellow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197596958381311154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGS5UX4BLI/AAAAAAAAADk/eAc4S__pilY/s320/yellow.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5 - Who is your celebrity crush? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGTsEX4BMI/AAAAAAAAADs/6fQVr__3uw8/s1600-h/jude.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197597830259672258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGTsEX4BMI/AAAAAAAAADs/6fQVr__3uw8/s320/jude.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6 - Who is your favorite Disney Princess?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGUUUX4BNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ejHjRJF99ps/s1600-h/jas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197598521749406930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGUUUX4BNI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ejHjRJF99ps/s320/jas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7 - Favorite drink?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGUuUX4BOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o_X0LdQVjfI/s1600-h/coffee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197598968426005730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGUuUX4BOI/AAAAAAAAAD8/o_X0LdQVjfI/s320/coffee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8 - Dream vacation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGVPUX4BPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0OXnLsvxs18/s1600-h/va.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197599535361688818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGVPUX4BPI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0OXnLsvxs18/s320/va.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9 - Favorite Desert? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGV60X4BQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TcvyfjMxAYw/s1600-h/leche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197600282685998338" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGV60X4BQI/AAAAAAAAAEM/TcvyfjMxAYw/s320/leche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10 - What do you want to be when you grow up?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGW_UX4BRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UBrrYmBrs3Y/s1600-h/surgeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197601459507037458" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGW_UX4BRI/AAAAAAAAAEU/UBrrYmBrs3Y/s320/surgeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11 - What do you want most in life?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGXnEX4BSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O2vQv2EUpao/s1600-h/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602142406837538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGXnEX4BSI/AAAAAAAAAEc/O2vQv2EUpao/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12 - One word to describe you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGYSEX4BTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IBbsZFMClRo/s1600-h/bookworm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197602881141212466" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGYSEX4BTI/AAAAAAAAAEk/IBbsZFMClRo/s320/bookworm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13 - What do you dream about?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGakUX4BUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AlUufH9B5F8/s1600-h/159807267_efb4ce7c6e_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5197605393697080642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGakUX4BUI/AAAAAAAAAEs/AlUufH9B5F8/s320/159807267_efb4ce7c6e_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(...okay, that was time consuming!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/2150161088101324418-6305505288460683859?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6305505288460683859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6305505288460683859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/05/fun-with-flickr.html' title='Fun with Flickr'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SCGQkUX4BHI/AAAAAAAAADE/-FiqkJwZGhc/s72-c/mara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-2286184042528427549</id><published>2008-04-22T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T18:21:15.678+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love ME!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SA2x7qdb2dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NFYYhHHtADY/s1600-h/mg_shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192001583996197330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px" height="326" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SA2x7qdb2dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NFYYhHHtADY/s320/mg_shirt.jpg" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This shirt really caught my attention!&lt;br /&gt;I found this shirt when I typed in my name on yahoo images. Well, I wasn't expecting to see my photo. I was just wondering if there are any other people named "Mara Garcia." Well it turns out, there are tons of them..I mean us. Garcia is a very common surname. It's really odd. But then again, I realize that it's easy to make a photo of a shirt with your name on it on adobe photoshop or whatever. But they're selling it online! Cool, huh? I wonder if anyone ever considered buying it...I mean, why would you wear a shirt with someone else's name? Maybe that girl is famous or something..heheh..c",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-2286184042528427549?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2286184042528427549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/2286184042528427549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-love-me.html' title='I love ME!!!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/SA2x7qdb2dI/AAAAAAAAAC8/NFYYhHHtADY/s72-c/mg_shirt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5803210827754559452</id><published>2008-04-08T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:09:21.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Graduation Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;04-04-08&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tt9KawENI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-8FU_ue-878/s1600-h/DSCF0035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186860293383262418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tt9KawENI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-8FU_ue-878/s320/DSCF0035.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My batchmates singing the alma mater song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_ttjKawEMI/AAAAAAAAACs/wkslAB-28eA/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tr0KawELI/AAAAAAAAACk/yyZ2tSywkTY/s1600-h/DSCF0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186857939741184178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tr0KawELI/AAAAAAAAACk/yyZ2tSywkTY/s320/DSCF0045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Me and my sister (w/ my diploma!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_trNKawEKI/AAAAAAAAACc/r1nQ2Lb_Wq4/s1600-h/DSCF0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186857269726285986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_trNKawEKI/AAAAAAAAACc/r1nQ2Lb_Wq4/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That's Camille (my cousin/classmate)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186856616891256978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tqnKawEJI/AAAAAAAAACU/UsSv70wf8HY/s320/DSCF0024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The most talked about--the stage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186855938286424194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tp_qawEII/AAAAAAAAACM/pBGZhN6g2cM/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Friends forever!! (vernice and mara)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186855478724923506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tpk6awEHI/AAAAAAAAACE/eKZFrzSGT3o/s320/DSCF0008.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My friends.(vernice, camille, jm, me &amp;amp; joyce)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186854319083753570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tohaawEGI/AAAAAAAAAB8/Q0iFmruQkco/s320/DSCF0004.JPG" border="0" /&gt;El familia Garcia (mom, grandma, me, big sister)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5803210827754559452?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5803210827754559452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5803210827754559452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/graduation.html' title='Graduation'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/R_tt9KawENI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-8FU_ue-878/s72-c/DSCF0035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3753607814854594437</id><published>2008-04-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T20:37:03.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding Neverland</title><content type='html'>I wrote this eight days ago but i wasn't able to post it..but here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just 4 days to go before the big day. The day that I've always been dreaming of since I stepped in highschool--GRADUATION DAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of graduation is in the air. It's everywhere! Diplomas, medals, tassled black and white hats, graduation sales and yes, parties, are all over. I just can't wait for my turn to ascend the stage and receive my diploma. I won't be getting any medals this year (and my mom's not used to it, only a bunch of certificates for being a consistent achiever and for all the organizations that I joined. Nothing special actually, except for the fact that I get to read the prayers of the faithful on the baccalaureate mass. But still, I'm crazy about it! I used to tell myself to take it easy, it's only your highschool graduation (it's going to be my third time, for God's sake!)..no big deal, but then again I realize, it a big deal for me. I'm about to enter another chapter in my life and it's going to be bigger. The next step I'm going to make will decide my future..I'm going to be a college girl! More independent and sure of herself. But then, what happens after college graduation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I really don't see myself beyond my (future)college degree. I can't even imagine myself working! Of course, I dreamed of all the good things that come with a good and decent work with a good salary, but I never thought about the " real life" I would have to live after graduation. Then I began to realize that sooner or later my world will change. It has to change. And eventually, a new one will emerge before my eyes. All my life, so it seemed, I felt that school is my world. My life evlved in studying, studying and even more studying! Eventually, this has to end and the next thing I'll know, everything will be different: no more exams, no more terror teachers, no more classmates, no more allowances, no more weekend meetings for projects. I know that it won't be easy to adapt oneself to the responsibilities of a daughter, employee and citizen, all at the same time after getting accustomed to a long life as a student. I'm already comfortable with my current status: student/daughter. I don't think I'm ready to be an employee/mother. The idea creeps me out! I think there's a reason for this... it's because I'm afraid of leaving my comfort zone. I hate changes..I hate moving on..I'm a slow slow slow adjuster. I just wish that I can be 16 forever...I wanna be a kid for all eternity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3753607814854594437?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3753607814854594437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3753607814854594437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/finding-neverland.html' title='Finding Neverland'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5716109210048280151</id><published>2008-04-01T20:17:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T20:21:32.832+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is what I really wanna do</title><content type='html'>Ever experience something so immensely earth shattering, or just so incredibly annoying, that all you can do is gush or rant? Ever been posed with so curious a problem you can do nothing but obsess? Well, I have these moments each and every day. I can't help it-my life is just plain interesting. Luckily, I have a way to indulgence my feeling of the moment: by writing to all of you, of course! So in the coming weeks, check back in here to see what's on my mind-and to let me know what's on yours. You know you love hearing my innermost thoughts. If you didn't, I'd be out of a job..heh heh (see? I even cahnged the way I spell my laughs!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5716109210048280151?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5716109210048280151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5716109210048280151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/04/this-is-what-i-really-wanna-do.html' title='This is what I really wanna do'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-3492340256837599007</id><published>2008-03-25T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:38:24.738+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today I Wrote this Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Today I wrote this poem,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not sure if it's good.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't have the things&lt;br /&gt;my teacher says a poem should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't share the feelings&lt;br /&gt;I have deep inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;It hasn't any metaphors&lt;br /&gt;and not one simile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's missing any narrative&lt;br /&gt;And alliteration too.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't an acrostic,&lt;br /&gt;diamante, or haiku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing that's personified.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't even have a plot.&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure that rhyming&lt;br /&gt;is the only thing it's got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sure was fun to write it,&lt;br /&gt;and I think it's long enough.&lt;br /&gt;It's just too bad it's missing&lt;br /&gt;all that great poetic stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, who cares?&lt;br /&gt;As long as it has the rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I'd better end it now&lt;br /&gt;Coz it already wasted my time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-3492340256837599007?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3492340256837599007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/3492340256837599007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/today-i-wrote-this-poem.html' title='&lt;center&gt;Today I Wrote this Poem&lt;/center&gt;'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-1910278098900989491</id><published>2008-03-25T15:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T16:02:24.445+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey you! Read this..</title><content type='html'>I would like to tell everybody that you can't make a comment on this blog unless you have a google account. Please, wag nyo namang pahirapan ang sarili nyo. Wag nang makulit! Haha! Well, as far as I know, there are only 3 people who read my blog: Johnny Bravo(jmg), Johnny Bravo's lil sis and my foreign friend (from austria). Ayan ha. Wag nang magtatanong. Ginawan na nga kita ng favor at gumawa na ako ng blog e, demanding ka pa jan!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-1910278098900989491?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1910278098900989491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/1910278098900989491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/hey-you-read-this.html' title='Hey you! Read this..'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4547792031778657131</id><published>2008-03-24T12:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:52:57.948+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Reactions (forwarded by yosh)</title><content type='html'>1. Beer&lt;br /&gt;eww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Food&lt;br /&gt;awesome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Relationship&lt;br /&gt;contented&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Your CRUSH&lt;br /&gt;yosh and amir (weird names huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Song&lt;br /&gt;forever young..I wanna be forever young (haha..it's our song now!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Life&lt;br /&gt;difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Color&lt;br /&gt;yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 . Dream Job&lt;br /&gt;to be a famous writer or/and doctor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. The President&lt;br /&gt;no comment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Yummy&lt;br /&gt;Kraft Macaroni and Cheese Dinner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Summer&lt;br /&gt;boring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Movie&lt;br /&gt;notting hill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Halloween&lt;br /&gt;sana may trick or treat dito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Sex&lt;br /&gt;sacred (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Religion&lt;br /&gt;faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Myspace&lt;br /&gt;overrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Fear&lt;br /&gt;car accidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. SLIPPERS&lt;br /&gt;comfy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. SHOES&lt;br /&gt;flats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Asian&lt;br /&gt;me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Pizza&lt;br /&gt;yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. One night stand&lt;br /&gt;silly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Cell Phone&lt;br /&gt;i want to have load!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. TV Show&lt;br /&gt;the O.C. and friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Smoke&lt;br /&gt;oh please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. News&lt;br /&gt;sol aragones (heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29: COLLEGE&lt;br /&gt;exciting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Tattoo&lt;br /&gt;no way! (not unless it's temporary)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Stars&lt;br /&gt;tres marias (Orion's belt)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. Fitness Center&lt;br /&gt;the elliptical in front of the tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Friends&lt;br /&gt;I miss them so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. LOVE&lt;br /&gt;subtle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Hell&lt;br /&gt;will freeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Money&lt;br /&gt;it's like water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Heartache&lt;br /&gt;not too recently, abrupt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Time&lt;br /&gt;is gold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Divorce&lt;br /&gt;stupid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Dogs&lt;br /&gt;hassle (sorry!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Crush&lt;br /&gt;na naman! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Parents&lt;br /&gt;great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Babies&lt;br /&gt;twins, or so i learn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Ballpen&lt;br /&gt;PILOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-4547792031778657131?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4547792031778657131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4547792031778657131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-reactions-forwarded-by-yosh.html' title='First Reactions (forwarded by yosh)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4774013261954091543</id><published>2008-03-15T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T21:29:30.734+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiesta!</title><content type='html'>This is probably the most memorable fiesta I've had in my life...mainly because it's the first time that it was moved. It's originally celebrated on March 19--feast day of St. Joseph--but because march 19 falls on holy week (and it's impossible to celebrate a town fiesta without eating meat), the date was moved today, march 15. My friends also came over at my house (which is new for me considering that I seldom invite friends over at parties). I also received a new wallet from my mom (which is also new). Anyway, I also ate an incredible amount of food today. I've never had that much to eat in my entire life! It sucks! I even vowed to lose some weight this summer so that I can fit in my favorite shirt again (the shirt that my mother got for free in an airline 4yrs ago when she last went to singapore). So much for the dieting!! Right now, I'm still eating the brownies that carmela gave me today. I feel like a pig! Good thing it's holy week next week. You see, my mother and grandmother are strict when it comes to fasting and abstinence on holy week. They don't cook that much so my sister and I don't have any other choice but to fast with them. Plus, we'll have to eat fish the whole week..and I don't like fish!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-4774013261954091543?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4774013261954091543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4774013261954091543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/fiesta.html' title='Fiesta!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-567895121245140582</id><published>2008-03-12T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T15:03:35.329+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT SCARE YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Rats (and all animals under the rat family)&lt;br /&gt;2) Car Accidents&lt;br /&gt;3) Interviews &lt;br /&gt;4) Dentists (together with their mouth-torturing devices)&lt;br /&gt;5) Stalkers&lt;br /&gt;6) Sometimes, when someone tells me: "Let's talk" or something like that&lt;br /&gt;7) Unfulfillment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU LIKE THE MOST&lt;/strong&gt;1) Books&lt;br /&gt;2) watching movies&lt;br /&gt;3) Musical Plays&lt;br /&gt;4) Starbucks Coffee&lt;br /&gt;5) Baking&lt;br /&gt;6) Writing on my journal&lt;br /&gt;7) Beaches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN IMPORTANT THINGS IN YOUR ROOM&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Bed (definitely!)&lt;br /&gt;2) books &lt;br /&gt;3) Closet&lt;br /&gt;4) Journal&lt;br /&gt;5) Underwear (what??)&lt;br /&gt;6) cds&lt;br /&gt;7) my desk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN RANDOM FACTS ABOUT YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) My childhood nickname is..gosh, this is so embarassing-'Maya-kuy-kuy'--long st0ry!&lt;br /&gt;2) I was once a leftie until I entered grade 1&lt;br /&gt;3) I never get late in school&lt;br /&gt;4) I am a major weeper when it comes to books, movies..but in real life, I'm good at controlling my tears from falling down&lt;br /&gt;5) I'm a bookworm &lt;br /&gt;6) I have a hormonal imbalance&lt;br /&gt;7) I looove casablanca lillies!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU PLAN TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Spend a week on Broadway watching as much as I can&lt;br /&gt;2) Meet brangelina and beg them to stop having children&lt;br /&gt;3) bungee jump&lt;br /&gt;4) Write a novel&lt;br /&gt;5) Travel&lt;br /&gt;6) Eat all my favorite foods&lt;br /&gt;7) Say everything that I have to say to my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN DO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Read a book 8 hours straight!&lt;br /&gt;2) Bake&lt;br /&gt;3) Paint&lt;br /&gt;4) Recite the alphabet backwards at an unbelievable speed&lt;br /&gt;5) count in german&lt;br /&gt;6) do cartwheels&lt;br /&gt;7) stay up til 5 am and still look pretty the same day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU CAN’T DO&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;(...some for now.)&lt;br /&gt;1) sing beautifully&lt;br /&gt;2) dissect a frog&lt;br /&gt;3) Give up reading&lt;br /&gt;4) keep my room neat (it's been happening lately)&lt;br /&gt;5) break dancing and belly dancing&lt;br /&gt;6) survive without internet&lt;br /&gt;7) (sometimes) not shut up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS THAT ATTRACT YOU TO THE OPPOSITE SEX&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) humor (also, wit)&lt;br /&gt;2) promounced jaw and forehead lines&lt;br /&gt;3) being true to himself&lt;br /&gt;4) intelligence&lt;br /&gt;5) confidence&lt;br /&gt;6) seeing him reading a book(I have felt the desire to stalk a guy reading in a bus once)&lt;br /&gt;7) his smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN THINGS YOU SAY THE MOST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(lately, I've been saying certain things...)&lt;br /&gt;1) Irita!&lt;br /&gt;2) thank GOD!&lt;br /&gt;3) Naks &lt;br /&gt;4) Oh my god!&lt;br /&gt;5) Ay ang panget.&lt;br /&gt;6) $#!+ !!!&lt;br /&gt;7) You gotta be kidding me!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN CELEB CRUSHES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Jude Law&lt;br /&gt;2) Brad Pitt&lt;br /&gt;3) Josh Hutcherson&lt;br /&gt;4) Orlando Bloom&lt;br /&gt;5) Adam Brody&lt;br /&gt;6) Johnny Depp&lt;br /&gt;7) Luis Manzano (sige na nga! may isang local!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEVEN PEOPLE YOU WANT TO SEE TAKE THIS TEST&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Sister&lt;br /&gt;2) Mom&lt;br /&gt;3) Vernice&lt;br /&gt;4) Camille&lt;br /&gt;5) Yosh&lt;br /&gt;6) Stephanie (my "chatmate" from austria)&lt;br /&gt;7) The Pope (I can't think of anybody else!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-567895121245140582?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/567895121245140582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/567895121245140582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/seven-things.html' title='Seven Things'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-426173986944509751</id><published>2008-03-12T14:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:20:40.005+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A message to my neighbors</title><content type='html'>Dear Neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;Kailangan pa bang pag-igihin ang pagvivideoke nyo? Hindi pa ba sapat ang maghapong pagkanta at pati oras ng pagtulog ko ay gagambalain ninyo? Naaapreciate ko ang pag-imbita nyo sa'min pag may party sa inyo, pero sana lang naman maisip nyo na may mga kapitbahay kayong tao na kailangan ding matulog nang mahimbing paminsan-ninsan. At please lang, kung mag-coconcert kayo, pumili-pili naman kayo ng maayos sa kanta at singer kasi na-iimbiyerna na ako sa lalaking palaging nakanta ng 'just once' at sa babaeng nakanta ng 'looking through the eyes of love.' THANK YOU! &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-426173986944509751?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/426173986944509751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/426173986944509751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/message-to-my-neighbors.html' title='A message to my neighbors'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8954745604849427820</id><published>2008-03-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:03:27.319+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.N.N.O.Y.I.N.G.</title><content type='html'>I had this really annoying seatmate at church today! She is a small woman (her height is just up to my shoulders), she wears a loose yellow shirt and tight pants. I think she's in her late 30's or early 40's. Why was I annoyed at her? Well, here's why:&lt;br /&gt;1. She sings at the top of her lungs (which really intimidated me)&lt;br /&gt;2. She gave me a terrifying look when I ACCIDENTALLY placed my foot at the kneeler&lt;br /&gt;3. She gave me "the look" when I took out my gum so I was forced to put it back in my pocket again &lt;br /&gt;4. She raised her eyebrows at my painted toenails &lt;br /&gt;5. And most of all, she keeps staring at me, or looking at my direction and then immediately faces the altar when I look back at her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She completely freaked me out!!! Whenever she gives me the look, I felt that I did something wrong. I swear I'm never gonna sit beside her again!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-8954745604849427820?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8954745604849427820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8954745604849427820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-had-this-really-annoying-seatmate-at.html' title='A.N.N.O.Y.I.N.G.'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-5490333911621045299</id><published>2008-03-09T19:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T19:40:17.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S, I love you</title><content type='html'>I've just finished reading this book (for the third time)!!! Such a wonderful book..tear-jerker...sweet..sad..funny..makes you wanna fall in love.. By the way, it's also a motion picture starring hilary sawnk. I haven't watched it though, but I'll definitely watch it as soon as it's shown here... or maybe I'll just buy a vcd or dvd of it when it's already available.  ^^,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-5490333911621045299?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5490333911621045299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/5490333911621045299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/ps-i-love-you.html' title='P.S, I love you'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-7841492513982442576</id><published>2008-03-06T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:45:50.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally..My work's done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;At last, I've finished my Bulik column!!! After three days of planning and brainstorming for a good topic, I finally had the urge to start writing it. That's because the associate editor-in-chief gave us a deadline. Anyway, the column wasn't great. It's so simple, not my kind of thing. But the important thing is that I have already submitted it. As a matter of fact, it's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2 hours late&lt;/span&gt;!!! Can you believe it??? Well, let's just say I wasn't in the mood to write my column (I could've written a farewell column but the EIC refrained us from doing so).... But at least they get to publish it together with my graduation picture =)&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/2150161088101324418-7841492513982442576?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7841492513982442576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/7841492513982442576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/finallymy-works-done.html' title='Finally..My work&apos;s done!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-4502149007992937302</id><published>2008-03-05T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T16:45:31.503+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation Organize!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've just finished cleaning my room..well, not "my" room because I still share that room with my sister..and it's not exactly the "room" that's clean, but rather my table. Just my table. My "study" table with 3 drawers. The table that my mom purchased so that I'll stop reading and doing my assignments in my bed..Well, the table was useless because I still do my reading and my homeworks on my bed (because it's more comfortable that way). The table only served as an extra storge for all my stuff.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If you could only see my table 5 hours ago (I should've taken a picture of it and posted it here).. It's as if it was just passed by a crazy tornado.  Everything was all messy and dusty. It looks terrible! But it wasn't until last monday (start of our vacation) that I noticed how terrible it is. School days are busy days and when I'm busy, I don't have time to notice my surroundings (not that I don't see it, it's just that I don't pay attention to it).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took me four and a half hours (straight!) to finish organizing all my stuff. It took that long not because I'm slow but because of all the old things that I found in my drawers. Old handouts that reminded me of my previous years in highschool (years of endless quizzes and projects) , old letters from my friends, old pictures that reminded me of all the precious times that I've left behind...It seems as if it was just yesterday when I took all those pictures. I knew I had to throw away some useless stuff (to make more room) but I found it difficult to throw some of them &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;because of all the memories that they hold. For instance, my lucky pen that i've used two years ago. It's a Pilot ball-point pen that I bought for 20pesos at Luna's. That pen is already empty but I just don't have the heart to throw it away. I used to use it in taking all my exams in level 8. I used it in writing my draft for my very first article in Bulik. In the end, I just took a picture of it (the pen), kissed it (not joking!) and threw it away...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I did it with all other things like my old, worn out pencil case (which used to be my favorite), my old magazines (which I used to read over and over again), couple of broken crayons (they have a funny story, that's why i kept them) ...I don't want to enumerate them because it can take all day. You may say that these things are crap and it deserves to be thrown in the trash bin,  but for me, these "crap" hold my memories.  Well, I just convinced myself that I had to do it to make room for more memories to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Aside from the useless yet memorable things that I threw away, I also found some useful things like my stapler (I thought it was gone forever, good thing I didn't buy a new one), the other pair of my pearl earrings, my wallet containing P200 and my dream catcher necklace which I've bought during my last trip to enchanted kingdom. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My table looks very organized now. I had fun by the way. I never realized cleaning would be that fun. Why didn't I do that a long time ago? Well, I know the answer..I had no time. Hehe.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;K..I'm done!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's it for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Au revoir!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;M &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-4502149007992937302?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4502149007992937302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/4502149007992937302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/operation-organize.html' title='Operation Organize!!!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-8283003273147119124</id><published>2008-03-04T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T20:20:27.677+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Promise....</title><content type='html'>....to update my blog as much as possible and to customize my profile. I didn't realize that the section "about me" will turn out that way!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-8283003273147119124?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8283003273147119124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/8283003273147119124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-promise.html' title='I Promise....'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6003109438871968575</id><published>2008-03-04T18:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T19:57:46.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One hundred Things....Sige na nga!!!</title><content type='html'>This was just forwarded to me by my friend and begged me to post this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.YOUR SCARS, HOW DID YOU GET IT? I got most of them when i was a kid. I used to be careless and I always bump into everything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. WHATS ON THE WALLS IN YOUR ROOM? Sadly, nothing..but I would love to hang my framed sketches (only the good ones) and paint butterflies on that boring old wall, unfortunately, my mom likes it the way it is. Plus, my sister's gonna kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. WHAT DOES YOUR CELL PHONE LOOK LIKE? Gold and silver (not shiny!!) with a little silver-sequined teddy bear hanging on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. WHAT MUSIC/songs DO YOU LISTEN TO? Old songs ( i like it better) and original compositions of marie digby(the youtube phenomenon?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME YOU WERE BORN?3:10 am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. WHAT DO YOU WANT MORE THAN ANYTHING RIGHT NOW? --Right now? A big bag of Ruffles (original) and jelly beans. hehe..but what i really like is to be the person that i wanna be in the future..and maybe a new laptop ^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. WHO DO YOU MISS? 'Y', whom I want to be here, RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. WHAT is/are YOUR MOST PRIZED POSSESSION/S: Books!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. WHAT IS YOUR ZODIAC SIGN? Call me what you will, but I'm a Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. DO YOU GET CLAUSTROPHOBIC? Not really, but I don't like to be in small spaces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. DO YOU GET SCARED IN THE DARK? It depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. THE LAST PERSON TO MAKE YOU CRY? Y&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. WHAT IS/ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOGNE / PERFUME? Angel's breath(which i have used ever since i can remember) and moonflower by bodyshop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. WHAT KIND OF HAIR/EYE COLOR DO YOU LIKE ON THE OPPOSITE SEX? Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. WHERE CAN YOU SEE YOURSELF PROPOSING TO YOUR FIANCEE? ---me? proposing? I don't think so! I'm a girl and isn't that a boy's job? to propose?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. COFFEE OR ENERGY DRINK? Coffee.Definitely!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE PIZZA TOPPING?  Pineapples(sorry, vernice) , mushrooms, pepperoni and black olives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. IF YOU COULD EAT ANYTHING RIGHT NOW, WHAT WOULD IT BE? maybe just a banana..just kiddin' (we have a lot of those already)! I really like to eat sansrival. right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. WHO IS THE LAST PERSON YOU MADE MAD? my mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. WHAT WAS THE FIRST GIFT SOMEONE(NOT A FAMILY) EVER GAVE YOU? A purple glitter notebook(that was back in elementary). Can't remember her name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. DO YOU LIKE ANYBODY? Yes (am i supposed to mention a name? this is a question answerable by a yes or a no..hehe..) ..I like..umm..brangelina..hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. ARE YOU DOUBLE JOINTED?No, and I don't think I wish to be either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. FAVORITE CLOTHING BRAND/S? Kamiseta, People are people, Guess, Gap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. WHAT'S YOUR DREAM CAR? A volkswagon perhaps...hehe..joking..a very cool bmw (except that, i don't really know how to drive..heehee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. DO YOU HAVE A PET RIGHT NOW? Yes, a humanoid named zaren! Just kidding! I don't have a pet right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. WHAT KIND IS IT? I said i don't have a pet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. WOULD YOU FALL IN LOVE KNOWING THAT THE PERSON IS LEAVING? I'm not exactly an expert when it comes to love and i'm not exactly sure I have experienced falling in love (only infatuation) but for me, YES! Give it a try! Besides, you can't just stop yourself from falling for someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. WHAT IS THE BEST WAY TO TELL SOMEONE HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU? Looking at him/her in the eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. SAY A NUMBER FROM ONE TO A HUNDRED: 11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. BLONDES OR BRUNETTES? Blondes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. WHAT IS THE ONE NUMBER YOU CALL OFTEN? Home or mom or 726-2583(camille)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33. WHAT ANNOYS YOU MOST? Waiting... and people who are arrogant and overconfident&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. HAVE YOU BEEN OUT OF THE COUNTRY? Not yet, but i love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. YOUR WEAKNESS? Books. Whenever i see a nice book, i suddenly forget that i have to pay for my alumni fee. hehe. i'm *that* addicted to books! (where's 36. by the way?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. FIRST JOB? Babysitting(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. EVER DONE A PRANK CALL?At someone I totally abhored. But that was when I was a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(where's 39???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. IF YOU COULD GET PLASTIC SURGERY WHAT WOULD IT BE? I don't want to go under the knives..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. WHY DID YOU FILL OUT THIS SURVEY? Because he told me so! Plus, I wanted to add something to my blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. WHAT DO YOU GET COMPLIMENTED ABOUT MOST? My..ummm...drawings(?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. WHAT WOULD YOU DO IF ALCOHOL BECAME ILLEGAL? I don't really care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. WHAT DO YOU WANT FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY?A trip to somewhere. My own room. And a library full of books that i haven't read yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. HOW MANY KIDS DO YOU WANT? two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? Yes. I was already 4 days old and still nameless so when my dad's friend came to visit, she named me Patrizze Mara after her own son Patrick Maro.  Thanks tita Atong (for the name)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. DO YOU WISH ON STARS? Sometimes.. (actually, when i'm really desperate for a particular wish, I wish on anything, may it be a tree, or a pencil..hehe..but that doesn't happen often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. WHAT DID YOU DO THIS MORNING? Watched 50 first dates (for the millionth time) with my sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. WHAT DID YOU LAST EAT? Piattos' new flavor: Roast beef. didn't like it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;51. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT? chicken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;52. ANY BAD HABITS? eating junk foods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;53. WHAT IS YOUR MOST EMBARRASSING MUSIC? Orange and Lemons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;54. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? Yes, of course!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;55. HAVE YOU EVER TOLD A SECRET YOU SWORE NOT TO TELL? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56. DO LOOKS MATTER? In showbusiness, yes! But in most cases, NO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;57. HOW DO YOU RELEASE ANGER? By writing it down on my journal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;58. WHERE IS YOUR SECOND HOME? De La Salle Lipa or Ozaeta's store&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;59. EVER BEEN DRUNK? not yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;60. WHAT WAS YOUR FAVORITE TOY AS A CHILD? The fred flintstone stuffed toy I used to share with my ate (we named him 'yabadabadoo' because we thought it was his name..hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;61. HOW MANY NUMBERS ARE IN YOUR CELL PHONE? Oh. around 100? I'm not so sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;62.IF YOU COULD BE ANYWHERE RIGHT NOW WHERE WOULD YOU BE? In ATC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;63. DO YOU USE SARCASM? *rolls eyes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;64. HAVE YOU EVER BEEN IN A MOSH PIT? what's a mosh pitt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;65. WHAT DO YOU LOOK FOR IN A GUY/GIRL?If he can make me laugh within 15 minutes of first meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;66. WHAT ARE YOUR NICKNAMES? Mara, Marz(exclusively for vernice), trixie(exclusively for ms. remo), ate mara (from my younger cousins), Patsy (from someone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(where the hell is 67-69??!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70. WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE ICE CREAM FLAVOR? Cookies and Cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;72. WHAT ARE YOUR FAVORITE COLOR(S)? Yellow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;73. WHO/WHAT DO YOU MISS MOST RIGHT NOW? My dad...and corniques&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;74. HOW MANY WISDOM TEETH DO YOU HAVE? zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;75. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS?Yes, I want everyone to answer these questions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;76. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO? Paint me in your sunshine by marie digby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;77. LAST THING YOU DRANK? Water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;78. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? Tita Nini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;79. THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE IN THE OPPOSITE SEX? His style. It tells what kind of person he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;80. THOUGHT PROVOKING SONG? Arthur McBride...an old Irish protest song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;81. FAVORITE THING TO HATE? Math (i have a hundred reasons why)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;82. FAVORITE ALCHOHOLIC DRINK(S)? Bailey's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;83. FAVORITE ZODIAC SIGN? Aquarius..and of course Libra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;84. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SPORT?Pingpong..and tennis(so much fun to watch!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;85. WHAT IS YOUR HAIR COLOR? Black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;86. EYE COLOR? the same as #85&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;87. HEIGHT? 5'1"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;88. FAVORITE ANIMAL/S? Butterflies, penguins and panda bears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;89. FAVORITE MONTH(s)? September (coz' it's my birthmonth) and April (vacation)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90. YOU LIKE SUSHI?Not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;91. LAST THING YOU WATCHED? TV patrol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;92. FAVORITE DAY(s) OF THE YEAR? Autumn Equinox and september 26!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;94. SUMMER OR WINTER? Summer (duh! wala namang winter sa Pinas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;95. KISSES OR HUGS? Hugs.. because kisses make your lips all wet with mixed salivas (sorry for that but that has always been my impression people kissing)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;96. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?Relationships. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;97. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU BOUGHT? That stupid roast-beef-flavored-Piattos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;98. WHO IS THE LEAST LIKELY TO ANSWER THESE QUESTIONS? My mom? She's too busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;99. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING? a million little pieces by james frey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;100. ANYONE IN LOVE WITH YOU? not sure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6003109438871968575?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6003109438871968575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6003109438871968575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/one-hundred-thingssige-na-nga.html' title='One hundred Things....Sige na nga!!!'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-6181209091671191463</id><published>2008-03-04T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T18:33:00.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first blog (part 2)</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I wasn't able to finish my first blog because my mom arrived and I had to immediately shut down my computer. She hates it when she comes home and sees me or my sister totally absorbed in front of the computer. She says that it'll ruin our eyesight and it'll worsen our astigmatism(duh! she passed on that trait to us that's why me and my sister both have abnormally formed corneas!). Plus, she thinks that it's just a waste of electricity. Anyway, moving on..I decided to write blogs for 4 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;To make full use of our new technology&lt;/strong&gt; (Not that online blogging is new, it's just that I haven't tried it yet)&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;I wanted to share my thoughts and experiences to others&lt;/strong&gt; (For many years, I have been writing my thoughts in my diary which has been a mystery for some of my friends. And now, i wanted to share some to them)&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;To kill time&lt;/strong&gt; (It's gonna be a looong vacation and I don't wanna spend my summer vacation doing nothing but sleeping and reading..need to keep myself preoccupied)&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Because someone wanted to be updated with my day to day experiences &lt;/strong&gt;(no comment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, those are the only reasons I can think of....and now, I'm running out of something to say. So that's about it for now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-6181209091671191463?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6181209091671191463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/6181209091671191463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-blog-part-2.html' title='My first blog (part 2)'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2150161088101324418.post-605864299608849279</id><published>2008-03-04T17:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T17:15:41.102+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog</title><content type='html'>This is it! My first blog ever. I have always wanted to write blogs but have no time to do it..but now now, I have all the time in the world and can write as many blogs as possible. Thanks to vacations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2150161088101324418-605864299608849279?l=mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/605864299608849279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2150161088101324418/posts/default/605864299608849279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mara-mychaoticlife.blogspot.com/2008/03/my-first-blog.html' title='My First Blog'/><author><name>Mara</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05714676357396768617</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_JzdiyH9L-EE/S9gmaPeTprI/AAAAAAAAAQU/I8jcG7AARpI/S220/maraaaa.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
