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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111155109997299143</id><published>2005-03-23T23:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T20:11:39.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>other blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://anneeeee.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;anneeeee.blogspot.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111155109997299143?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/111155109997299143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=111155109997299143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111155109997299143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111155109997299143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/other-blog.html' title='other blog'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111106017916047676</id><published>2005-03-17T19:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T03:49:39.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My man -destiny's child</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;No matter what you say, I ain't goin' nowhere &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you think, I'ma always be there &lt;br /&gt;The love that we share, it lives inside of me &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you're fearin', it's all in the past &lt;br /&gt;No matter what you're feelin', this love is gon’ last &lt;br /&gt;The heart of his soul, it breathes inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111106017916047676?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111105494814099278</id><published>2005-03-17T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T02:29:19.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>wala lang</title><content type='html'>Whatever things! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, ayaw mag-upload ng multiply. Waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently feeling something. What that is? I dunno. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate Av! Grrrr! &lt;i&gt;Gaganti din ako sayo!&lt;/i&gt; :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;I love my life.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hug &lt;b&gt;everyone&lt;/b&gt; I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanggigigil ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Ms. O's a little bit exaggerated about the Graduation practice and the Commissioning practice RULES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a message from Abi inviting me to go to her birthday party on &lt;b&gt;April 2&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a message from Jan, saying "Hello!Ü How are you?Ü"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished eating my merienda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent the whole day with Krys and Ellen.. and we talked about "our names"! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to snuggle down in my sleeping bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon ko lang nalaman na may kadamay din pala ako na naunuod ng Full House.. Ellen, and Raana. NUOD NA DIN KAYO! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see stars, right at this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up today rushing on things because I thought Babs will pick me up early, but no!! &lt;i&gt;Natulog na lang sana ako ng mas matagal.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hotdog breakfast ko kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my "song hits" here at home. I thought Ms. O's gonna go ballistic on us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ms. O did get ballistic ----many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I want to sing.. &lt;i&gt;boom shi boom shi boom boom boom!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-bread of life ako for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know what will be served for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nagtakaw ako kanina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to &lt;b&gt;laugh&lt;/b&gt; my heart out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for my new pair of stockings. Yay! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly think that Jan was born to be conry (not &lt;S&gt;HOLY&lt;/S&gt;). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko pumasok bukas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm currently smiling for NO REASON AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a dot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cutie is watching her never-ending &lt;s&gt;Dora The Explorer&lt;/s&gt; dvd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bea is out to hunt for boys. Hhahahahahahahahah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want Eena's Samba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biglang umulan kanina, Auring is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to upload pictures. And I guess multiply is working na. Finally!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natatawa ako sa pictures ni Jan. Gold fishy! Wahahahahahahahha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful to have &lt;u&gt;Krystle&lt;/u&gt; around. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my parents will understand me. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to cry for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palangga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm starting to get &lt;s&gt;mushy&lt;/s&gt; and stuff. Ew!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my &lt;b&gt;dugong-mates.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel &lt;u&gt;bad&lt;/u&gt; for not being able to greet Lei during her bday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;13K&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko na. I'll end this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ending this. PERIOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111105494814099278?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/111105494814099278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=111105494814099278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111105494814099278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111105494814099278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/wala-lang.html' title='wala lang'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111096114413977508</id><published>2005-03-16T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T00:25:19.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>class party</title><content type='html'>Last night was fun. Unfortunately, only half of the class came. I guess that's why its called a CLASS PARTY. I just wish those people who weren't there, at least, tried to come. Like, Paola.. Haha! She did come, but stayed for like 5 mins or even less. Haha! She even came in costume --&lt;b&gt;our uniform&lt;/b&gt;. Haha! The best ka talaga Paol!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the party was like turned into a soiree. Haha! A number of us were in boyish clothes, namely, Roz, Ida, Chex, Peach, Maryse, Mhai, I guess Mich also, and me! Haha! I was in Jan's clothes -- his ever famous Paul Frank shirt, his shorts and his cap. They actually told me that I looked like Jan already. &lt;B&gt;NO!&lt;/B&gt; ;p But really, I felt like I was a real guy.. with all those &lt;i&gt;"chicka babes"&lt;/i&gt; around.. Right Ida and Roz (my hommies)? Haha!! I also had pictures where I really looked like a guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;princesaavedy: tangna meh!&lt;br /&gt;princesaavedy: muka ka talgang lalake!&lt;br /&gt;anneeeee015: huh? san?&lt;br /&gt;princesaavedy: pictures ni kaya&lt;br /&gt;anneeeee015: shet! ang pangit!&lt;br /&gt;anneeeee015: ung isa kong pic kay kaya nakahawak pa sa shorts&lt;br /&gt;anneeeee015: wahahahahha&lt;br /&gt;princesaavedy: ahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;princesaavedy: nakakadiri ka nga eh&lt;br /&gt;anneeeee015: ew! ew! pinapanindigan ko lang ung costume ko noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha! Ew!! Oh well. Its a &lt;b&gt;one night stand&lt;/b&gt; for me. Haha! EW!!! Ayoko na! Haha!&lt;br /&gt;Tapos, Maryse brought a very good, yummilicious chocolate cake. *naglalaway* ;p I still want some of those! Magdala ka sa school!! Please? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The games were also nakakatawa and lalo na ung bukingan part. Haha! Labasan ng baho man!! I shared my poo-poo moments in school when I was a kid, some shared about their ihian moments sa car and a lot more yuckie yet funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meron pang naghaharutan sa grass (Mishy and Nikki). Oh by the way, I have a new chikka babes.. NIKKI! Haha! Tapos, basta.. It was a great night for everyone that was there.&lt;br /&gt;(Unfortunately, something was bothering me the whole night. :\)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga ni Daye, last night was an &lt;b&gt;UBE&lt;/b&gt; experience for the class! ;D I really love IV-2!! You guys are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who weren't able to come, theres always a next time. ROIGHT? :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111096114413977508?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/111096114413977508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=111096114413977508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111096114413977508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111096114413977508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/class-party.html' title='class party'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111096403579872574</id><published>2005-03-16T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T01:07:15.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeling unknown</title><content type='html'>Here I am again.. Feeling ugly, bad, confused. I'm confused for myself, and my two other friends. I really don't know what I'm supposed to do right now. I just wanna run ayaw from this world and bring nothing else but Jan(if thats possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, sudden shift of feelings. Im out!! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111096403579872574?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/111096403579872574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=111096403579872574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111096403579872574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111096403579872574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/feeling-unknown.html' title='feeling unknown'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111087837958616418</id><published>2005-03-15T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T01:19:39.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy</title><content type='html'>I apologize for all the cursings I did last night. I was just carried ayaw, I guess. But anyway, I'm back to normal now. Haha! &lt;i&gt;(Nabaliw pala ako kahapon).&lt;/i&gt; And I'm so happy for myself. &lt;i&gt;Yay!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm heading to Tina's house for our class party after I take my short (really short) rest. We're supposed to go there in our very unusual outfit; meaning if you usually wear girly clothes, you're supposed to wear something that isn't AT ALL girly. Haha! I just can't wait to see my classmates' costumes later... AND I can't wait to wear MINE (courtesy of Jan). Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate"&gt;Whun!&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111087837958616418?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/111087837958616418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=111087837958616418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111087837958616418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111087837958616418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/happy.html' title='happy'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111080506794956675</id><published>2005-03-14T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T05:18:23.656-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck that first love never dies</title><content type='html'>What's with the f*cking idea of FIRST LOVE NEVER DIES?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just so damn unfair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111080506794956675?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/111080506794956675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=111080506794956675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111080506794956675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111080506794956675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/fuck-that-first-love-never-dies.html' title='fuck that first love never dies'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-111080278833922445</id><published>2005-03-14T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T00:54:15.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>thinking</title><content type='html'>So many things in my head right now --- last week's hell week, that unforgettable night with Jan, this week's "can't ba absent or esle" week, this damn ugly feeling that sucks big time, and a lot more things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to start? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone tell me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-111080278833922445?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/111080278833922445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=111080278833922445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111080278833922445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/111080278833922445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/thinking.html' title='thinking'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-110993663124617040</id><published>2005-03-04T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-04T03:56:25.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>revelations</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;B&gt;Shocking Revelation # 1&lt;/B&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was yesterday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: wait lang Meh ah... (gives the phone to Jamie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Hello? Anong pangalan mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh: Hello? Me-anne. Ikaw?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Cook ni Mik-mik(Av) toh.. (She was actually trying to say Coke. HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh: Ano niluto ni Mik-mik(Av)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie and Meh continues to talk about bubbles, and Mik-mik, and some other kid stuff.. until..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh: Love mo si Mik-mik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh: O? Ehh, kilala mo si Kevin? (whoops!! bigla lang lumabas sa bibig ko! haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: Oo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Meh: Gusto ba siya ni Mik-mik?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: OO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh: O?? Totoo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jamie: OO!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh thinking &lt;i&gt;"Buking ka na Av! Hindi nagsisinungaling mga bata!"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime after...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh: Av!!! May revelation ako, pero hindi ko muna sasabihin sayo! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: Ano un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh: Secreeet!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: Ehhhh, ang daya mo! Ano un? Cge na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..we went on like this for minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there goes your most anticipated revelation Av!! Haha!! Got one word for you: &lt;u&gt;BUKING!&lt;/u&gt; Haha! Joke lang! But really, Jamie did say that. :D Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;B&gt;Shocking Revelation # 2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a while ago... Lunch time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: Ehh kasi nga Kaya, crush ka dati nun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya: Ehhhh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: Kaso ung girlfriend niya na &lt;i&gt;blah, blah, blah&lt;/i&gt;..... Tapos nag-break sila kasi pareho sila &lt;i&gt;blah, blah, blah..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chex: O, yun naman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Av: Soo, kung niligawan ka nun dati &lt;i&gt;blah, blah, blah&lt;/i&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kaya: Ehh, may ibang MARC naman ako ehh&lt;/b&gt; (may kasamang kilig effect)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tinginan lahat kami.. with large grins on our faces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, there goes Kaya and her pakipot-changed-to-aminado attitude. Haha! She used to be VERY p-a-k-i-p-o-t when it comes to that magic Marc name but now, she's, little by little making every situation connected to Marc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Like one time...&lt;/u&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Meh: Wow, malapit na pala March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya(smiling): Meh, alisin mo ung "h".. (with her kilig effects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh, Deh and Chex: Huh? So? (Still thinking why Kaya made that hirit. Loading.. Processing... Done.) Ahhhhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deh: Shet Kaya, ang corny mo.. pinapakilig mo lang sarili mo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..Kaya still smiling and still kinikilig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iba nga naman nagagawa ng KARMA! &lt;i&gt;Good job Karma!&lt;/i&gt; Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, it's just so funny to look back at these "revelations". It makes me forget about all the work in school. Haha! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-110993663124617040?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/110993663124617040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=110993663124617040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110993663124617040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110993663124617040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/revelations.html' title='revelations'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-110969263273575816</id><published>2005-03-02T00:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T08:10:28.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Four months and still counting</title><content type='html'>Today is March 02, 2005*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two reasons why I should be happy today despite the fact that there's a lot to be done at school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, it's Trix's birthday. She's this special person whom I miss sooooo much. OhhhhhH! I just remembered, it's her 18th birthday, meaning, she's going back here to visit! Yaaayyy!! So excited. :D :D :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Trixie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the second, and is like 58% of the two reasons why I should be happy today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FOUR OH-SO-HAPPY MONTHS TOGETHER AND STILL COUNTING!! I love you Jan!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-110969263273575816?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/110969263273575816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=110969263273575816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110969263273575816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110969263273575816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/03/four-months-and-still-counting.html' title='Four months and still counting'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-110960380574549636</id><published>2005-02-28T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T08:05:54.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Im thinking about you</title><content type='html'>I should be studying for a lot of other subjects right now but instead I'm listening to this song by Sundays. It's just so nice to listen to, most especially if you have someone special to whom you can dedicate this song to. :D Shocks Av!! Im sooo much in love with this song. I hate you! Haha!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;When I'm Thinking About You&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Sundays&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;over the rooftops a plane in the sky &lt;br /&gt;beat of a bass drum cars passing me by &lt;br /&gt;under a bridge dark then back into light &lt;br /&gt;a river of raincoats and a forest of faces &lt;br /&gt;still for a moment then red into green &lt;br /&gt;slow shuffling shoes whisper sight unseen &lt;br /&gt;row upon row of houses return an empty stare &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let the daydream for a little while longer&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah.. yeah... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hope I’ll never wake &lt;br /&gt;when I’m thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;(yeah) hope I’ll never wake&lt;br /&gt;cos now I’m thinking about you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two-minute hailstorm then melts into rain&lt;br /&gt;(oh) sing me a rainbow it’s sunny again&lt;br /&gt;swallows overhead while the traffic snarls below&lt;br /&gt;could I (could I) keep dreaming for a little while longer &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope I’ll never wake &lt;br /&gt;when I’m thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;so that you know - I never want to wake&lt;br /&gt;cos now I’m thinking about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you’re searching your soul&lt;br /&gt;when you’re searching for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;how often, pain is all you find&lt;br /&gt;but when you’re coasting along and nobody’s trying too hard&lt;br /&gt;you can turn around and like where you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah and) I hope I never wake &lt;br /&gt;when I’m thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;and I close my eyes (dear) &lt;br /&gt;now I’ll never never wake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why should I stop thinking about you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waaahhh! ILOVE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-110960380574549636?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/110960380574549636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=110960380574549636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110960380574549636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110960380574549636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/02/when-im-thinking-about-you.html' title='When Im thinking about you'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-110932461269816109</id><published>2005-02-25T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T01:48:40.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just do it.</title><content type='html'>Some important things you shouldn't miss doing with that special someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Watch the sunset together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Whisper to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Cook for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Walk in the rain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Hold hands. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Buy gifts for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Roses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Find out their favorite cologne/perfume and &lt;br /&gt;wear it every time you're together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Go for a long walk down the beach at midnight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Write poetry for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Hugs are the universal medicine. &lt;i&gt;(I totally agree with this)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Say I love you, only when you mean it and &lt;br /&gt;make sure they know you mean it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Give random gifts of flowers/candy/poetry &lt;br /&gt;etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Tell her/him that she's/he's the only girl you ever &lt;br /&gt;want. &lt;i&gt;(But be sure its no lie)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Spend every second possible together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Look into each other's eyes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Very lightly push up her chin, look into her &lt;br /&gt;eyes, tell her you love her, and kiss her &lt;br /&gt;lightly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. When in public, only flirt with each other. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Put love notes in their pockets when they &lt;br /&gt;aren't looking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Buy her a ring. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Sing to each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Always hold her around her hips/sides. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Take her/him to dinner and do the dinner for two &lt;br /&gt;deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Spaghetti? (Ever see Lady and the Tramp?) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Hold her/his hand, stare into her/his eyes, kiss her/his &lt;br /&gt;hand and then put it over your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Dance together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. I love the way a girl/guy looks right after she's/he's &lt;br /&gt;fallen asleep with her/his head in my lap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do cute things like write I love you in a &lt;br /&gt;note so that they have to look in a mirror to read it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Make excuses to call them every 5 minutes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Even if you are really busy doing something, &lt;br /&gt;go out of your way to call and say I love you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. Call from your vacation spot to tell them you &lt;br /&gt;were thinking about them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32. Remember your dreams and tell her about &lt;br /&gt;them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34. Tell each other your most sacred &lt;br /&gt;secrets/fears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35. Be Prince Charming to her parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. Brush her hair out of her face for her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37. Hang out with his/her friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38. Go to church/pray/worship together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39. Take her to see a romantic movie and &lt;br /&gt;remember the parts she liked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40. Learn from each other and don't make the &lt;br /&gt;same mistake twice. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41. Describe the joy you feel just to be with &lt;br /&gt;him/her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42. Make sacrifices for each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43. Really love each other, or don't stay &lt;br /&gt;together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44. Let there never be a second during any given &lt;br /&gt;day that you aren't thinking about them, and make &lt;br /&gt;sure they know it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45. Love yourself before you love anyone else. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;46. Learn to say sweet things in foreign &lt;br /&gt;languages. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;47. Dedicate songs to them on the radio. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;48. Fall asleep on the phone with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;49. Stand up for them when someone talks trash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;50. Never forget the kiss goodnight and always &lt;br /&gt;remember to say, "Sweet dreams."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, you shouldn't do these things if you're not really sincere with what you are doing. Just be yourself around the person you love. Then, these things would come out naturally. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-110932461269816109?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/110932461269816109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=110932461269816109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110932461269816109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110932461269816109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/02/just-do-it.html' title='Just do it.'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-110883394104134096</id><published>2005-02-20T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T09:41:30.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fears behind</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid of so many things. Thats a fact. &lt;i&gt;Lagi ako napapangunahan ng PRIDE and TAKOT.&lt;/i&gt; That's why I also find it hard to freely express my emotions to other people.. and worst, to the person who really means a lot to me. Kaya rin I have this "thing" kept inside me na I have always wanted to do but can't cause of the fear of being judged by other people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What that "thing" is?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's to tell everyone this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="5" face="verdana"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAHAL NA MAHAL NA MAHAL KO SI JAN MICHAEL ALCAZAR!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really do, and I don't care what other people may think and how other people may react cause &lt;b&gt;ITS SOMETHING IM HAPPY ABOUT AND SOMETHING IM PROUD OF.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Wala nang kokontra!&lt;/i&gt; Good night!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-110883394104134096?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/110883394104134096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=110883394104134096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110883394104134096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110883394104134096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/02/fears-behind.html' title='fears behind'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10920566.post-110873776659138156</id><published>2005-02-18T10:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T06:42:46.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>Ahahaha! Okay, another blog. I can't do anything here at home and I'm feeling soooo bad.. so here, I made myself feel better by making another blog. &lt;i&gt;Oo na, freak na!&lt;/i&gt; My &lt;a href="http://anneeeee.blogspot.com"&gt; anneeeee blogspot&lt;/a&gt; is still active though. But I won't be using my tabulas no more. Okay, that's enough for today. Good night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew! This really made me feel better!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10920566-110873776659138156?l=maryannalhea.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/feeds/110873776659138156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10920566&amp;postID=110873776659138156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110873776659138156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10920566/posts/default/110873776659138156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://maryannalhea.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>anne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05408619230232694886</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
