<?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-5770832351362619385</id><updated>2012-02-16T13:19:02.786-08:00</updated><category term='Ate MM'/><category term='Andrew'/><category term='Cousins/Relatives'/><category term='Sarah'/><category term='St. Anthony'/><category term='Jon Ian Bade'/><category term='Justin'/><category term='Dad'/><category term='AU Theatre'/><category term='Melanie'/><category term='St. Jude'/><category term='Jon'/><category term='Mom'/><title type='text'>HTMYTU - A Registered Incorporated Piracy</title><subtitle type='html'>HTMYTU is an acronym for "how to make your time useful." Please feel free to follow my attempt to kill boredom. Thanks! (Note: This blog does not contain tips on how to kill boredom, but it may or may not make your day. 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It was because when I looked at the mirror today-- I saw someone I haven't seen in a long time... ME. Happy. A genuinely happy me. Contentment... I saw contentment. I found myself again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been praying for this in a long while and finally I got what I wanted... Myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may seem ridiculous to you, but things changed, and suddenly I lost myself, and ever since I've been soul-searching, trying to find what I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say that when you die (or almost die), you would see your life flashing back at you. I had the same experience, except that this time, I was away from danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what happened:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music was playing. I was dancing like the usual silly me. I looked in the mirror being silly and smiling like usual. Nothing extraordinary in the outside, but I just stopped-- looked at myself... smiled even more... and then for some unknown reason... I fell to my knees and cried-- I felt so relieved. I felt so renewed. I felt that everything that I've been carrying this whole time is gone. A huge flashback of me just being so hopeless and depressed came to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember not having anyone...&lt;br /&gt;or anything that could make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as I stayed there in front of the mirror... I realized I have everything now. I have my friends-- my dearest friends. My friends who have been there during the lowest point of my life. Friends who've lent their shoulders, ears, and time to me... no matter how silly or how childish I got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my family who have always been there.... even though they can get annoying and boring at the same time. My family who has been very patient with my attitude and stubbornness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have all I could ever ask for. And, finally, I see it now. I'm absolutely thankful that finally I got what I wished for-- Happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&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/5770832351362619385-980840321301633492?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/980840321301633492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=980840321301633492' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/980840321301633492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/980840321301633492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-you-see-yourself-happy-finally.html' title='When you see yourself happy... finally... :)'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8788747893493956680</id><published>2012-01-04T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:23:14.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Goals for 2012</title><content type='html'>Okay, these are some of the goals that I have for the year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.) &amp;nbsp;DOG&lt;br /&gt;2.) KAYAK&lt;br /&gt;3.) WII&lt;br /&gt;4.) CPA EXAM&lt;br /&gt;5.) SOCIAL DANCING&lt;br /&gt;6.) MO' Money (cause I'm broke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Mmmkay... this is all I got for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8788747893493956680?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8788747893493956680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8788747893493956680' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8788747893493956680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8788747893493956680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-goals-for-2012.html' title='My Goals for 2012'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1608566180650391692</id><published>2012-01-04T16:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T19:32:41.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 9 - Letter to the person you would like to meet</title><content type='html'>"You are sunlight and I moon // Joined by the gods of fortune // Sharing the sky // We have been blessed you and I..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lea Salonga - the original Miss Saigon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6B0A3h--pc/TXRhh9P28qI/AAAAAAAAKuk/jf-GiFbQD-U/Lea+Salonga.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6B0A3h--pc/TXRhh9P28qI/AAAAAAAAKuk/jf-GiFbQD-U/Lea+Salonga.JPG" width="249" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Credits to broadwaystagedoor.blogspot.com.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She, like Sandra Oh, is one of the people I really admire. Not only is her smile amazing, but she has a beautiful voice, a beautiful soul, and a beautiful personality. She is also obviously very beautiful herself.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has taken on roles in Broadway for Miss Saigon and Les Miserables, and she has taken roles on screen both in Hollywood and the Pinilakang Tabing (Philippine's equivalent for Hollywood). She's versatile and clearly talented. Smart and spontaneous. I don't know what else to say, but I like her and I hope that someday I could play Kim in Miss Saigon-- if an opportunity comes up. Just not now... cause, I really don't have the time for it unfortunately :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, here's my letter to the person I would like to someday meet and have an actual conversation with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.wikia.com/disney/images/9/98/Lea_Salonga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://images.wikia.com/disney/images/9/98/Lea_Salonga.jpg" width="243" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Credits to disney.wikia.com.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Ms. Salonga,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry I don't know your married name. You are amazing-- thank you for sharing your talent to the world and for being sooo good at it! I hope to be like you: humble, confident, beautiful, and witty. Please don't stop being who you are.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sincerely,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maria&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Short, but sweet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is all for now!!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5770832351362619385-1608566180650391692?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1608566180650391692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1608566180650391692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1608566180650391692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1608566180650391692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2012/01/day-8-letter-to-person-you-would-like.html' title='Day 9 - Letter to the person you would like to meet'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6B0A3h--pc/TXRhh9P28qI/AAAAAAAAKuk/jf-GiFbQD-U/s72-c/Lea+Salonga.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8997994820404231465</id><published>2012-01-04T15:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:41:32.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheers to the New Year!</title><content type='html'>Good bye, 2011; Hello, 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"GOOD RIDDANCE" &amp;lt; This was what I was going to entitle this entry as.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had a lot of time or desire to write in this blog in 2011. But, as tradition goes, the first entry of the year is sorta kinda gonna be a closure for the year that just passed and an introduction for the year that has just begun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011. Well, you very well know how this year went. I have nothing else to say. (If you don't know what I'm talking about-- it's all in the 19 entries that I have written for the year.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2012. I have lots of hope for this year. This year should be great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's as much as I could talk about for my entry... HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh fine--here are a few bits and pieces of me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.marcandangel.com/"&gt;Marc and Angel Hack Life&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;-- A high school friend shared this link to me after we had a talk over Facebook, mostly about my rantings and craziness, just before the year ended. To my surprise, this blog actually helped me (by A LOT) get through the year. If you think about it, almost everything in this blog is common sense-- but it's also the most commonly forgotten food for thoughts. It makes you &amp;nbsp;think and appreciate life even more! Well, at least that's what it did to me. I highly recommend this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) I'll be writing about 3 entries today (including this one) to jump start my 2012 blogging year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) I might be getting a dog this year! Woo-hoo! :-) *fingers crossed*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) 2011 - I learned how to solve a Rubik's cube (thanks to my good friend, Melanie).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Apparently, I'm Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay! I think that's about it for now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my next entry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8997994820404231465?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8997994820404231465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8997994820404231465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8997994820404231465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8997994820404231465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2012/01/cheers-to-new-year.html' title='Cheers to the New Year!'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8883246482766905293</id><published>2011-12-13T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T04:03:42.362-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life After College --</title><content type='html'>I was told (by myself) that I should write something light about what life is (or has become) after college...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... to me, it hasn't been too dandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 6 LONG months now since I graduated from college. I am now an accountant working at a bank, the youngest, least experienced person in my department. Doesn't that sound awful? It's intimidating being the least experienced, least knowledgeable, dumbest person... and the list of let-downs goes on... in your group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the best in the group. I used to be the person with the highest score, with the most ideas, with the most enthusiasm in any group. Most of the time. Or at least I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not an uber smart person; I had to work hard to get to where I am now. Back in college, I was a friggin genius compared to my peers. Or at least I was told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a very conscientious person and being overprotected by my parents, I didn't party at all. I did not go out, did not break rules, focused on studies, had a routine, was fairly organized, did not stress as much as procrastinators did. I had a thing going on in my life as far as I could remember. And then senior-itis kicked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not break during my senior year. I had a boyfriend, an internship, and an upcoming graduation. It all fell apart shortly after I graduated. My first heartbreak (as readers could possibly tell from my entries way back), my consecutive failures, my unmotivated-ness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take it. It's harder to be out of college and let go when school was your life! I get that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a job, and then let go of that to go to another one. I was happier with the latest one. I am grateful to have gotten it because I've always wanted to be in a bigger company. Small companies don't work for me. I like being a nobody--to a point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so my boredom began and my being unmotivated got the best of me. I couldn't focus, but I took the first part of the CPA anyway, just to see if I could do it. And, lo and behold! Of course I can't. At least I tried, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I joined the theatre again. I performed again. It was awesome. I love being around the arts during my down days. It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's what I do now. I go out, I have fun. I try to compensate for all the times that I did not have fun in college. See, this is why balance is important. I'm just sorry that I wasn't able to have that balance (nor was I interested in it) in college. I've been a late bloomer all my life. So here I am-- just trying to loosen up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, you don't realize these things until you ALMOST die. Twice. In one week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;***By the way, some people have made school their lives, but have been very successful after college. Like I said, I'm not that smart (just smarter than some people sometimes), and I don't have the drive to do what I want to do yet. I'll get there eventually, but right now all I can say is that life is short, and though I don't want it to be shorter, I'm not gonna just let it pass by either.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8883246482766905293?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8883246482766905293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8883246482766905293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8883246482766905293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8883246482766905293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-after-college.html' title='Life After College --'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8261354260741038888</id><published>2011-12-13T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T02:58:08.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Searching for the right... Makeup</title><content type='html'>Oh heck yeah!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, before I start talking about makeup-- let me just point out that it is 5:45 am right now on a TUESDAY. I haven't slept so early or woken up so early in MONTHS! Oh my gosh, I love it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's been hard for me to wake up in the morning knowing that I would be bored the whole day, but it's time to make the most of my days and have fun. I keep reminding myself that I almost died twice in a week. TWICE! What person can survive two almost-deaths in a week??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;LOL, of course a lot. Actually, every person is lucky enough to be alive the next day. Anything can happen. This is me being optimistic.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, makeup. First of all, I'm a noob for anything cosmetic OR anything fashion. My clothes are prettier if someone else wears it kinda thing. I used to not give __ about how I look. I still don't, but at least now I &lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;try&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anywho, I have no idea where this topic is going, but all I know is that I'm looking for good makeup, particularly eyeshadows/eyeliners that won't crease. I might just get an eyeshadow primer--or experiment with alternatives such as concealer on my eyelids just so the shadow itself won't smudge. I've had enough smudging in my life, it's so unattractive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;----- That's about it for that topic ---- Moving on to the next one ----- HA! Sorry, I only have so much to talk about when it comes to aesthetics -----&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;M.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8261354260741038888?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8261354260741038888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8261354260741038888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8261354260741038888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8261354260741038888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/12/searching-for-right-makeup.html' title='Searching for the right... Makeup'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1957072584444896069</id><published>2011-12-11T14:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T20:06:32.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Heart in the Ground Full of Whales</title><content type='html'>"...And I hope that all that dirt from Catherine's grave gets caught in your throat and you both choke to death on it!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, gruesome--but probably the best line I've ever said in a play so far. Or close enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But! The one-act plays are over. I had fun with all of the plays I was in. I got to bond with my theatre friends more-- and I got to work with the people I've worked with in the past. I just love AUT --it has always been good to me and it has taught me a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Heart in the Ground&lt;/i&gt; - I fell in love with this play from the very monologue that I read during auditions. I found myself in the same situation as Karen (my character) at the time. I was stressed, I was confused and distraught, but, at the same time, I had someone who made me strong, and I was on the verge of losing it all too easily. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since Jeff cut my thank-you note for the program, I would like to thank him here. Thank you, Jeff L. Schaefer for sharing this opportunity with me. Thanks for being so awesome and creative--and for not giving up on the script. I had so much fun, it made me sad that it all had to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1Qjr9I82Bg/TuVjMV7GxmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YD436omovIU/s1600/CSC_0172.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1Qjr9I82Bg/TuVjMV7GxmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YD436omovIU/s320/CSC_0172.JPG" width="211" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;"It rained so much that everything was just soaked through with water. Seemed like we were in the mud with everything else. Just heavy and wet." -Karen, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-size: small;"&gt;Heart in the Ground&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(Picture taken by me, 2008)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Whales&lt;/i&gt; - This play, I did not expect to get. It had an interesting plot. It was long and had so much to it that one had to listen closely to what the characters said.&lt;br /&gt;I had the rare opportunity to play Grace--a cop/sheriff/ranger who grew up with three other people in a place called Hatteras. I didn't get to know Grace enough to know who she really was and what her character was supposed to be, but I made it a point to make her the fun one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Tori Gooden, thank you for trusting me with Grace's character. It was a privilege to have been able to work with you during this rare opportunity. You are awesome and should stay that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhzjWg0iBRg/TuVndNP-8TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DIjhBvu-uko/s1600/Dave%2527s+Canon+SD850+277.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mhzjWg0iBRg/TuVndNP-8TI/AAAAAAAAAH4/DIjhBvu-uko/s320/Dave%2527s+Canon+SD850+277.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;AU spring production &lt;i&gt;Adam and Eve (Spring 2009)&lt;/i&gt;. Look, it's the fish we used in &lt;i&gt;Whales.&lt;/i&gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jenny Does Shakespeare&lt;/i&gt; - Okay, now this was interesting. I was the announcer/moderator. I did not show myself on stage at all for this (except for curtain call), but I liked it and it was a great experience nonetheless. Again a rare opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh (Jushua) Dye, thanks for texting me that VERY long text, asking me if I was available for it. It truly made me happy :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although the week of the plays was just horrendously stressful for me, I survived it and I am grateful that I did. I learned to appreciate life more and loosen up. Yeah I had several failures, but I saw what's important--and that is the support that I have: my family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd forgotten how much I enjoyed theatre as well as the reasons I tried to stay away from it for a while. Now I remember. But will those reasons ever be enough to make me stop loving it? I don't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Til we meet again--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria Morales Lusica&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/5770832351362619385-1957072584444896069?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1957072584444896069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1957072584444896069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1957072584444896069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1957072584444896069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/12/heart-in-ground-full-of-whales.html' title='A Heart in the Ground Full of Whales'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m1Qjr9I82Bg/TuVjMV7GxmI/AAAAAAAAAHo/YD436omovIU/s72-c/CSC_0172.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5181950878156093280</id><published>2011-11-19T08:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T19:00:30.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandra Oh - my hero</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-Fkxds6MEY/TAGmfpazDUI/AAAAAAAAEyk/qHfco7eAFwI/s1600/alg_sandra_oh.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="148" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-Fkxds6MEY/TAGmfpazDUI/AAAAAAAAEyk/qHfco7eAFwI/s200/alg_sandra_oh.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo credits to sandraohnews.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I just found the need to write about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Grey's Anatomy earlier-- and there was this moment with Sandra Oh being emotional-- and I broke down and cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is SUCH a good actress. Just watching her cry like that... it's heartbreaking. She knows how to "strum your heart strings" or something like that--not sure what the term is, but.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rickey.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/sandra-oh-01-2007-03-15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://www.rickey.org/wp-content/uploads/2007/03/sandra-oh-01-2007-03-15.jpg" width="148" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Photo credits to &lt;br /&gt;veronica-work.com&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love her. Especially when she is so unpretentious--she's real. Or at least she seems to be (and that is just equally good).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be as humble as she is and as witty and charming and pretty and confident as she is as I can. She is awesome--and I wish that I could be, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah-- still soul-searching. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5181950878156093280?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5181950878156093280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5181950878156093280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5181950878156093280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5181950878156093280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/11/sandra-oh-my-hero.html' title='Sandra Oh - my hero'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4-Fkxds6MEY/TAGmfpazDUI/AAAAAAAAEyk/qHfco7eAFwI/s72-c/alg_sandra_oh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1688618968401779946</id><published>2011-11-19T06:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T07:00:16.585-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Test - Done. For now. Stage - Getting there.</title><content type='html'>So, I had my rehearsals for both of the plays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would say that "Heart in the Ground" is coming along pretty well. The progress is how it should be. However, I find myself having trouble memorizing my lines. I'm hoping my memory isn't getting crappy the older I get @_@.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am getting a little older now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The test = well, it's done for now. I am hoping for the BEST. I am hoping that I passed. I am hoping for a miracle since I could barely remember how I dealt with that beast of a test. It shouldn't be hard-- but I was pressured by every simple question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I passed... I'll be the happiest person on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could definitely say that the test was really life-changing. The more I think about it, the more I want to really pass the tests and get my CPA license. Oh, and with that, I think my cute sense of humor has gone down the drain-- I keep asking people if they're joking or not. @_@ I can't seem to tell if things are sarcasm anymore. LOL! Just kidding. --I still can, but my comebacks are awful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will try to memorize my script again-- typing my monologue-- hoping to make sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya's all latersz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1688618968401779946?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1688618968401779946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1688618968401779946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1688618968401779946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1688618968401779946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/11/test-done-for-now-stage-getting-there.html' title='Test - Done. For now. Stage - Getting there.'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1538553542322444070</id><published>2011-11-11T11:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T11:59:17.144-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stage -- I'm back!!!</title><content type='html'>This past Tuesday I auditioned for the one-act plays. I did it because I missed the stage-- I miss the theatre. I missed my first friends. It was my home at one point.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I went to see the cast list today :-) I'm proud to say that I got two wonderful roles!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got Karen for "Heart in the Ground" -- I fell in love with her monologue and wished really hard that I would be able to say it. I also got Grace for "Whales" -- now this should be interesting because I apparently get to curse a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These two roles-- very different from each other. Karen being emotionally (and probably mentally) unstable and Grace being perky (I think, I haven't read the whole play yet, but I'm sure it's gonna be quite fun). Both characters are sarcastic--which I would love to work on.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wonder how this will go. Me playing two very different characters and being myself afterwards. Work (accounting which is very business-y and professional) + Performing Arts (something that I really like doing as a hobby) = Balanced ME.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm excited. I would be working with people who I really love and respect. I also would be working with people who I just recently met. I love the theatre. I can't wait to go back and remember why I chose to walk away from it. I retired, but I don't think I've had enough of it yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all I can say for now. Btw, I'm still studying for my CPA. Test on Tuesday. Can't wait. :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1538553542322444070?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1538553542322444070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1538553542322444070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1538553542322444070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1538553542322444070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/11/stage-im-back.html' title='Stage -- I&apos;m back!!!'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4494685023797623554</id><published>2011-11-06T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-11T14:40:54.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Studying for an exam--is hard</title><content type='html'>Okay, so the title isn't very creative.&lt;br /&gt;Well, this entry isn't really on the creative side, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to inform you (my dearly beloved imaginary readers) that it's hard to study for an exam when you hardly even know what to expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather learn to drink--even if I cringe at the thought of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See yous all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4494685023797623554?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4494685023797623554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4494685023797623554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4494685023797623554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4494685023797623554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/11/studying-for-exam-is-hard.html' title='Studying for an exam--is hard'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2048160476735644514</id><published>2011-11-05T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T12:05:47.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendly Announcement</title><content type='html'>To my new readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the entries I have done in May, except for the facts, are all... bullpepper crappizoids. I was in Cloud 9 and clearly not myself. I was under a spell of some sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway--updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM NOT IN PUBLIC ACCOUNTING--although I am still going to take my CPA exam.&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T WANT TO SETTLE DOWN--I am young, I haven't even tried drinking yet, and I turned 21 in June--that, to me, is young.&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD LIKE TO TRAVEL--and live in a big city where I could work 70 hours a week without even realizing it.&lt;br /&gt;Although I still want to have children in the future, I'D RATHER HAVE A DOG FOR NOW--a shih tzu, a poodle, or a bischon frise (if I could learn how to spell it correctly).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that basically covers it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, I WAS BLINDLY UNDER A SPELL OF NONSENSE back in May. I'm okay now. Fully healed--thanks to time, friends, and family. Also, thanks to my job and all the other good things in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011 hasn't been too friendly, but it hasn't ruined my life either. All these changes, I'm just not used to, but I will get over it, and I know that I'm not alone. An unbelievable number of people have experienced change this year--it's amazing. I'm just hoping for the best in 2012.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2048160476735644514?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2048160476735644514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2048160476735644514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2048160476735644514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2048160476735644514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/11/friendly-announcement.html' title='Friendly Announcement'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-497986330155999958</id><published>2011-10-28T15:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T17:04:21.508-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe in... snow.</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I believe in soul mates. I believe in destiny. I know that there's someone out there for me--lurking among the 6.8 billion people in the world...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last boyfriend did not believe in soul mates, love at first sight, destiny--or any of that 'crap', but he couldn't 'see' a future in us. Funny, cause, he didn't really even try-- and I thought he didn't even believe in fate... (ya know, if you're thinking that his logic is different from my logic--I agree... but I still think that he's talking about fate. Please don't argue... just do something else other than criticize my senselessness).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going back to what I just started talking about--soul mates. I wonder where this person is. I finally told myself that I am open to dating. I've been ready to date ever since my last REAL boyfriend. That was sorta my initiation to dating. It was a short training, and did not lead to anything physical, but I do believe that that was more than enough to know that I should be more cautious and wise about relationships and dating. It's a strategy. It's a game. Frankly, when it comes to games--I get REALLY lucky the first few rounds, and then I slowly lose the lead, then finally, when I get the hang of it, I can get REALLY good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I'm happy about my state of being--single, contented, FINALLY happy. I do miss the times when I talk on the phone for hours, smiling at every single detail of someone else's life. I miss feeling special and cared for. I miss being said sweet-nothings to. I just miss being important to someone else--like I'm a priority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buW0s2v5bWM/Tqs0OoMAETI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wXvahiavcBA/s1600/funny+book.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buW0s2v5bWM/Tqs0OoMAETI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wXvahiavcBA/s320/funny+book.jpg" width="238" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;I do not own this image, and I do not know where I got it from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I also miss having A PRIORITY--other than my family, of course. My closest friends can wait =) They have lives, too--probably much better than mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I just wanted to talk about my thoughts for today. I think about it often--love and relationships, dating and being ready, deep thoughts of the future--family and career. I do hope to find my special someone soon, but timing and patience is always crucial when it comes to these things. I still trust God and Saint Valentine (or Saint Jude). I know it will come. I must be wise and patient. I have a career, family, and friends--so all is well for me right now. No complaints--only gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You know you're in love when you could not sleep because reality is finally better than your dreams..." -Dr. Seuss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I heard it's gonna snow tomorrow. I'll be indoors for the most part anyway. Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&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/5770832351362619385-497986330155999958?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/497986330155999958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=497986330155999958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/497986330155999958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/497986330155999958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-believe-in-snow.html' title='I believe in... snow.'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buW0s2v5bWM/Tqs0OoMAETI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wXvahiavcBA/s72-c/funny+book.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4793846391611260434</id><published>2011-10-25T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-25T21:14:55.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Untitled -</title><content type='html'>I was hopeful that I could make an entry today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did, but then I realized there were ideas there that are too early to publish yet, so I reverted it to draft. Thank you BLOGGER.com for putting that feature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll blog later on again :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I'm currently studying for my CPA exam, which is in 3 weeks. Ahh~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm scared. That's all for now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4793846391611260434?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4793846391611260434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4793846391611260434' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4793846391611260434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4793846391611260434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-was-hopeful-that-i-could-make-entry.html' title='Untitled -'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7196968044280176198</id><published>2011-09-18T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T14:36:55.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home...</title><content type='html'>Hi!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I leave for a business trip to Boston. It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching an episode of MMK a couple of minutes ago. It was with Denise Laurel and Matt Evans. I could relate to the girl to a degree. It was nice and it made me realize what I wanted in love. Right now I could say that I'm just scared to wait... I don't want to admit that I'm impatient, but I am. However, now that it's time for me to grow up, I'm willing to wait. I want to let go of the idea already and just move on and focus on other things--like my career! I want to pass the CPA, but I am running out of ideas to motivate myself. I feel that I need a boost of confidence and a huge inspiration, but I need to wait. And, by the help of God, St. Anthony, and St. Jude, I am hoping to find the impossible wish that is somehow lost in my life right now. LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to better days and funny moments ahead!! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7196968044280176198?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7196968044280176198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7196968044280176198' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7196968044280176198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7196968044280176198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/09/coming-home.html' title='Coming Home...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5640281985232692940</id><published>2011-08-28T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T17:56:53.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End of the Chapter... is only a beginning</title><content type='html'>Time has ricocheted past me. It, again, has been a while since I wrote an entry. I thought that this day would never come, but, finally, it did. I couldn't help it. I ran out of people to talk to... to vent to... to make me smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change has been constant in my life so far. A lot of things ended in such a short period of time. At first I didn't think that I deserved any of it. Although I gained a lot in the past 3 months in terms of attitude, experience, and knowledge, I lost a lot of pride, hopes, and plans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds so negative when you read it, but I think a lot of those things (which for now I will keep private) are really life's lessons. For the past couple of entries I wrote about my then boyfriend--now my ex. I thought that things would go really well for both of us, but unfortunately, it didn't. Honestly, I still find myself thinking that people are wrong-- that things would work out. But, he already said that he doesn't like me anymore--yet he manages to still smile at me... he doesn't have any right to smile at me. I'd rather be invisible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the stage that I just want to do things that I really enjoy doing-- bookstore, work, socialize-- but not take any recognition for it. I want to be invisible. I want people to forget about me. I have to admit that my recent heartbreak has been my worst so far-- and I hope that it would be the last because although I could be a risk-taker sometimes, when it comes to love and emotions, I'd rather not-- because I take my emotions, feelings, and heart seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's it for now. I just miss talking to guys who have heart, to guys I could intellectually share my emotions and life story to, to guys who are sweet and funny, and at the same time, sincere. Sadly, I find it hard to find guys like those nowadays...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just trust God that my heart will find its place soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeful to the nth power (and may Saint Valentine be with me always),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5640281985232692940?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5640281985232692940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5640281985232692940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5640281985232692940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5640281985232692940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/08/end-of-chapter-is-only-beginning.html' title='The End of the Chapter... is only a beginning'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2571500402331919049</id><published>2011-05-28T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T17:44:15.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It takes a lot for too little...</title><content type='html'>I read something really interesting from a friend's photo caption:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...you'll have your heart broken probably more than once&lt;br /&gt;and it gets harder every time... you'll cry because time is passing too fast....&lt;br /&gt;so take [as many pictures as you can, laugh as hard as you can], and love like you've never been hurt..." -P.K.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had a picture of a beautiful sunset for this caption. It was as awesome as he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned this because I've been thinking about life in general. How will my life go from here? Where will it lead me to? Where am I going? What am I apt to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am usually an optimistic person--and I don't mean to be pessimistic, but the thought of the future scares the bejeezus out of me. I don't understand why I was given something that I've wanted for a looong time, but leaves me with something that I know will be gone sooner or later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it takes time to decode the meaning of whatever life brings me, whatever God gives me--and all I have to do is be patient.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience...&lt;br /&gt;I think this is by far the hardest and most challenging word in my dictionary right now. I can't seem to be patient. It just doesn't seem to be me. However, patience is not only a virtue, but it's something that can be developed. It's something that can be acquired. All I need is discipline and faith. I need faith that the special people in my life would be patient with me as well. I need faith and strength to know that I would not be hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, if I do get hurt, then all I have to ask is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"is this really what you wanted? ...then I have to let you go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to that, I would stick to a promise:&lt;br /&gt;"I'll be keeping all my fears, though I'm drowning in my tears with the thought of a life without you... but if someday you'll need a friend, I PROMISE I won't let you down..." &amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learned that though life brings you many heartbreaks... it's okay to still love again--to love unconditionally like you've never loved before. Love doesn't need time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since I'm here... I declare that I love life, challenges, love... I love to love... because whatever hurt I would feel in the long run-- I would not regret (or at least try not to) the fact that I have loved and tried and fought. I took a risk--and whatever I don't get is wisdom I will gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Special J: Though I don't exactly know what love is,&lt;br /&gt;and though I don't expect anything in return...&lt;br /&gt;before it's too late--I just wanna say that I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all my friends: I love you all! And, thank you for being there! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my family: For all the support, love, and unconditional care, thank you and I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle / Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2571500402331919049?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2571500402331919049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2571500402331919049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2571500402331919049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2571500402331919049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/05/it-takes-lot-for-too-little.html' title='It takes a lot for too little...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2355505591367365662</id><published>2011-05-26T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:18:23.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my family:</title><content type='html'>Hi Parents and Ate!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything you have done for me. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have succeeded with my goals at all. You've been my inspiration and motivation to do more than I thought I could. I am who I am today mostly because of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College and life were challenging in general, but you always were there to support and love me. I can't thank you enough for all those. Thank you for understanding my eccentricities, and thank you for being my pillars in all the stages of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fortunate to have had a wonderful and united family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is good--however short. I am blessed by the spirit and glory of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am humbled and strengthened by the challenges and obstacles I have faced throughout the years. Wisdom is what I gained from every one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to return the favors in whatever way I can in the future. I love you and I will always respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for many more years of unity and love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2355505591367365662?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2355505591367365662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2355505591367365662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2355505591367365662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2355505591367365662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/05/to-my-family.html' title='To my family:'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-732277964714258681</id><published>2011-05-26T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:11:40.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I apologize</title><content type='html'>Okay, after that very LONG entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to make a special entry for my special J:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heyy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I've told you this before--a lot of times. Thank you and I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;For everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariaaaa :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, he knows this already, but I just wanted to emphasize it more :) He deserves a lot of praise.&lt;br /&gt;He has been very patient, attentive, respectful, and kind to me despite my weirdness, fussiness, undeniable impatience, and irritability. Although I can be really overbearing... he tries to make sense of it (which in the end, he couldn't, but that's the fun part ;-] ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I tried not to be cheesy--but thanks Joey Bear. :-) You're a special mention once again in this lonely blog world of mine. Life is short, you know, so I just wanna say as much as I can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-732277964714258681?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/732277964714258681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=732277964714258681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/732277964714258681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/732277964714258681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-apologize.html' title='I apologize'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-198386942381207527</id><published>2011-05-26T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T22:03:36.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Random Entry</title><content type='html'>Okay, so, here are the updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I graduated magna cum laude (3.89 gpa) on May 14, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;-I've been looking for jobs even before then.&lt;br /&gt;-I've applied for the CPA examination--hoping to get my NTS (notice to schedule) in 6 weeks or less (*fingers crossed*)&lt;br /&gt;-I've walked along the Gring's Mill to Red Bridge trail (first with Joe and then with my parents).&lt;br /&gt;-I've walked along the Saw Mill to Mansion trail at Nolde Park (with my parents).&lt;br /&gt;-I've been cantoring regularly at St. Anthony's every Saturday evenings.&lt;br /&gt;-I've... etc etc etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clearly I've had quite a lot since I last blogged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in VA at the moment-- really treating this as a vacation since I will have to focus on studying for the FAR part of the CPA exam (my target is 7 weeks -- 6 weeks is just pushing it). I'm with my family, and as usual, the drive was LONG!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My goals in life are ambitious, but simple at the same time. My career goal is to be a partner of a firm. However, before that, I would really like to know the nooks and crannies of the public accounting world. Public accounting is clearly the career path I would like to get into--specifically taxation and international accounting (which is a good combo nowadays since IFRS is well underway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time when I wanted to travel the world--but I realized that I disliked traveling A LOT--unless it's work-related. I would like to live wherever there is less crime and more peace and cordiality. I would most likely want to live in a family-friendly suburban area (whether or not I work in an urban area). I would like to have a family with hopefully 2 children and a loving, family-oriented, and responsible husband. (LOL--THIS IS TMI!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those are my goals for now. I used to have really career-minded goals, but I now think that having a family and settling down would probably make me happier. I still have hopes to help someone achieve his or her dreams by sponsoring him or her to college. I still am a strong believer of education.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for today!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again for reading! Stay strong and happy!!! &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-198386942381207527?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/198386942381207527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=198386942381207527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/198386942381207527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/198386942381207527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/05/some-random-entry.html' title='Some Random Entry'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5249333489806324641</id><published>2011-05-07T20:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T20:19:51.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 months~</title><content type='html'>2 months!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually don't like to be cheesy. I despise romantic comedies for that, but sometimes I like being a girl--and girly ME is typically cheesy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post, like my previous one, is dedicated to my Joey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want to say is... Happy 2 months, Joey Bear!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to the 3rd month :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5249333489806324641?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5249333489806324641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5249333489806324641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5249333489806324641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5249333489806324641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/05/2-months.html' title='2 months~'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-887431216408025779</id><published>2011-03-20T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T18:44:19.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaacck~</title><content type='html'>I know, I know, I shouldn't be blogging right now. It's too early--tax season is still going for another month...blah, blah, blah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, heck! I don't care (at least for now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, I couldn't think of a single thing that I could blog about. So many things have been going on in my life for the past 2-3 months that I just couldn't write it all in one entry. Most of it are happiness and frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me start with the negative one-- frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB: Tax intern, Accounting tutor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, these are my JOBS... I say "job" because they are really tedious. I honestly am not satisfied with what I'm doing--granted that I still like what I'm doing deep inside. There are things that I really want to rather do than be in a cubicle at this stage in my life. I would LOVE to live the few months left of my 20 years on earth doing something else than beating myself up in a cubicle wondering how on earth I am going to breathe for the next 8 hours of work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Literally, breathing can be very loud in my section of the office. It's that bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, on the bright side, I really don't mind doing it, if I knew what I was doing. I'm learning, and it's always good to learn. I love learning... and hopefully, someday, I learn to love what I'm doing. I'm still up for it... I'll adapt to it eventually. I will... even if I have to repeat it to myself over and over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...oh, and being in the Learning Center at school right now isn't that bad--since I haven't been getting any appointments recently... I'm just chilling to my heart's content. YAY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JOB! LOL! I am thankful that I have two jobs. :-) 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f8NMPwj8ZPE/TYYWmU_99kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P-1r2PF-O1I/s1600/DSC_0127.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f8NMPwj8ZPE/TYYWmU_99kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P-1r2PF-O1I/s320/DSC_0127.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Also, I am ever so grateful to have the best boyfriend ever. Haha. If you think I'm exaggerating-- I'm really not. ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's true that these things come unexpectedly -- by 'these things,' I mean things I couldn't really articulate very well. Is it love? I don't know yet, but if happiness is love--then yeah... probably is. HA! I can't say that I am IN LOVE... But I definitely could say that I am IN LIKE :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... where can you find a guy who is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-very respectful not only to you, but to everyone around you?&lt;br /&gt;-very understanding and considerate...?&lt;br /&gt;-very honest...?&lt;br /&gt;-sensitive and smart... ?&lt;br /&gt;-huggable and &lt;s&gt;(description deleted by author)&lt;/s&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;charming&lt;/i&gt; (yes?)...?&lt;br /&gt;-KNOWS how to COOK!?&lt;br /&gt;-girlier than you (LOL!)...?&lt;br /&gt;-very adorable and cute, regardless of his height (6'1")...?&lt;br /&gt;-and is VERY family-oriented (I really do think that this is the MOST ADORABLE trait ever...) ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could list more, but I'm running out of adjectives that are really positive...&lt;br /&gt;Do we have any negas here??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you think that one-word messages are negas... then yeah.... he's one of those-- BUT! that just proves that he's a guy... LOL. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, beloved readers of mine... thanks again, and see you in 3 months... HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle (zzzz) :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-887431216408025779?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/887431216408025779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=887431216408025779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/887431216408025779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/887431216408025779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/03/im-baaacck.html' title='I&apos;m baaacck~'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-f8NMPwj8ZPE/TYYWmU_99kI/AAAAAAAAAGs/P-1r2PF-O1I/s72-c/DSC_0127.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8214747675875862027</id><published>2011-01-15T13:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T20:56:19.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry 2011</title><content type='html'>A thought. I had a thought-- a lingering one. But, I forgot what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it sad when a cool and sensible thought escapes you. It's more sad when you don't realize that you had had that thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if that thought is the one thing that can change your life indefinitely? What if that one thought can change the world (for the better)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, you can't get those thoughts back, especially when they're already forgotten. Those thoughts will always be there, but you'll never know until it comes to you, or until you say it out loud to someone else... then it becomes another person's thought as well. At least it's not some hidden thought anymore. It becomes an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny how my first entry for 2011 is like this. I guess what I'm saying is, I had a thought, which could've been a great entry, but I forgot what it was. It's not because I put it off for so long, but rather, it just passed by my mind for a few moments. A few moments... that's all you get sometimes-- a few moments can be as precious as 50 years of friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minute can be a basis of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, now, I don't know how to end my entry... but, think about what you do, when you do, and how you do it. A few moments, and even a few seconds can form a few thoughts and create new ideas. It's easier to say than do, but just think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Nike says "Just Do It," I say "Do Think It."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8214747675875862027?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8214747675875862027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8214747675875862027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8214747675875862027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8214747675875862027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2011/01/thought.html' title='First Entry 2011'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6877819690282112213</id><published>2010-12-31T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T20:29:58.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Post of The Year!</title><content type='html'>Happy New Year Everyone!!! Happy Blessed 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2010 for me was full of blessings, frustrations, lessons, happiness, sorrows, successes, as well as failures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that matters is that my family is healthy and complete today -- although not together in a house, complete is way better than not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have friends--very loyal and very trustworthy 'til this day. I have an internship coming up. We have food in the house, we have money left for emergencies, and we have lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes for 2011 are for me to know and for you to find out (possibly by reading my blogs). I've had a great time, 2010. My 20th year on earth was a blast. I can barely wait for my 21st.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, 2010! Hello and welcome, 2011!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Out and Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6877819690282112213?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6877819690282112213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6877819690282112213' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6877819690282112213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6877819690282112213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/last-post-of-year.html' title='Last Post of The Year!'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4125576760570818775</id><published>2010-12-23T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T21:22:14.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfectionism</title><content type='html'>I was watching a show earlier and something just struck me--something a person on the show said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's probably because of my sense of perfectionism that unless it's perfect, it's not gonna get done, so in the end, it doesn't get done."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo and behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ako yata yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a perfectionist. I cannot deny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must change that factor -- and start getting things done rather than having it perfect yet left undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Year's Resolution #2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Less perfect, more done, but still superb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;m.M.m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4125576760570818775?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4125576760570818775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4125576760570818775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4125576760570818775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4125576760570818775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/perfectionism.html' title='Perfectionism'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2306418737543456643</id><published>2010-12-22T13:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T09:25:57.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quota</title><content type='html'>Hey,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had any interesting ideas about what to blog. I try to limit my posts about personal rantings. I think it's safe for me to say that this year, I have reached my quota of senseless rantings in this blog. I also reached my self-quota of change in design. This design will hopefully last for 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already noticed, my designs reflect more on my mood rather than my actual personality. Today, I feel serene, but not too serene to put really nice bamboo images or beaches, mountains, and sunsets. I also feel calm and lady-like, but not too calm to put a person doing yoga, an image of Buddha, or an image of water flowing and not too lady-like to put a really nice image of a light pink rose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel that the image I placed in my blog's background is just enough to describe how I feel. I feel light and at peace. Hence, the light colors and clutter-free design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I watched a lot of eye-opening episodes of Undercover Boss. I even got the sniffles from it. I admire CEOs and employees who go above and beyond for their families and for their careers. I'll make sure that one day, I would do the same. Right now, I'm just starting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I would like to thank everyone who knows me (and even those who don't) for being part of my life. This has been a great year, and I am honored to be a part of your lives as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the next year, I would like to be a better person, physically, mentally, and emotionally. It could be a difficult transition, but I will do my best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last, but not the least, I would like to greet everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This would be my 101st post of the year. Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will definitely post before the year ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2306418737543456643?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2306418737543456643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2306418737543456643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2306418737543456643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2306418737543456643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/quota.html' title='Quota'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8191440998180737495</id><published>2010-12-21T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:42:21.674-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under Construction</title><content type='html'>You may wanna ask, why the frequent change of design?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one, it isn't 'frequent.' It's more like twice a year. Two, I need a change of image.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, the colors and themes of my blog right now is temporary since it is obviously very girly when I'm really going for clean and chic -- something more mature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, since I just saw the lunar eclipse early this morning, which is bloody orange in color, I thought of going for something similar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I have no news for today other than my dad is well now, after being sick for 2 1/2 days. I started watching the history of Japan. I haven't exercised at all today when I have a goal of losing 12 lbs in 2 weeks (my target weight is 95 lbs.), but I did lessen my food intake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it for today--before I ramble on with unnecessary thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good night, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8191440998180737495?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8191440998180737495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8191440998180737495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8191440998180737495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8191440998180737495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/under-construction.html' title='Under Construction'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4530970224067015150</id><published>2010-12-20T07:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:38:02.954-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>I'm bored. Gusto kong magroadtrip kaya lang wala akong pang-gas...&lt;br /&gt;I think I need a job. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4530970224067015150?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4530970224067015150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4530970224067015150' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4530970224067015150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4530970224067015150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7662019680980162098</id><published>2010-12-17T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T12:35:02.164-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Delayed Post</title><content type='html'>Magpopost sana ako ng post about plagiarized OPM songs, kaya lang tinatamad ako e.&lt;br /&gt;(I was going to post something else, but I'm not in the mood.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halatang hindi direct translation ang ginawa ko.&lt;br /&gt;(The translation is off.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala akong paki!&lt;br /&gt;(Bear with me today, I'm so not in the mood to be correct.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad trip ako kasi wala akong nakuhang points sa class.&lt;br /&gt;(I don't wanna talk about it...LOL.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun... so, ang ibablog ko ngayon ay -- mga kwentong ordinaryo...&lt;br /&gt;(I'm just blogging whatever...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nanunuod ako ngayon ng Family Outing.&lt;br /&gt;(I'm watching Family Outing now, if you don't know what it is, google it...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ako nagtataray, tinatamad lang talaga akong magexplain. Ayun. Yun lang. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;(Also, I have another goal today.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kailangan ko rin palang magpapayat! Waaah. Hindi ko akalaing magiging issue saken 'to since simula nung first year HS, lagi akong underweight, pati sobrang payat ako noon. Sigh... Pero ngayon, hindi na :-( Tamang-tama lang sya, pero hindi ako satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;(I need to exercise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun lang, naisipan ko lang iblog yan ngayon.&lt;br /&gt;(That's all for now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa uulitin.&lt;br /&gt;(I'll probably blog again later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7662019680980162098?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7662019680980162098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7662019680980162098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7662019680980162098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7662019680980162098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/delayed-post.html' title='Delayed Post'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4862603133107364405</id><published>2010-12-16T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-16T16:07:01.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>c/o Matt S.</title><content type='html'>Guess what I found when I opened my FB today??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQqoIvQi_fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UV9FhsZdtHg/s1600/3rd+grade+pic.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQqoIvQi_fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UV9FhsZdtHg/s400/3rd+grade+pic.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;YES!&lt;br /&gt;My third-grade pic! :-)&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where this is now. I think all of my pics were put away na in the Phils...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only time can tell when I'd get to see all my old childhood pics again. It could've been awesome to have those pics scanned and published, but oh well... What can you do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Few comments about little me in this pic-- I think I've changed a lot. First, I smile in group pictures now. Second, I don't have long hair. Third, I can take off my glasses now. Fourth, I wear my own clothes (I'm wearing Ms. Jamie Pinugu's uniform that time). And, fifth, I look younger LOL (I don't know if anyone else noticed, but I'm pretty sure that Ms. Butron looks more like a student than I do...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, fellow bloggers... any pics yah might wanna share? &amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4862603133107364405?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4862603133107364405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4862603133107364405' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4862603133107364405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4862603133107364405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/co-matt-s.html' title='c/o Matt S.'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQqoIvQi_fI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UV9FhsZdtHg/s72-c/3rd+grade+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-193312697539048171</id><published>2010-12-15T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T07:36:57.688-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1000! 200! 10! 16! ,,,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/SjqtAXyfNJI/AAAAAAAAADc/VW6LSqdupp8/s1600/for+header.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="138" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/SjqtAXyfNJI/AAAAAAAAADc/VW6LSqdupp8/s320/for+header.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;-My former blog banner-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blog has reached 1000 page views a couple of days ago, I just found out today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this would currently be my 202nd post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEN (10) wonderful days 'til Christmas and 16 'til New Year's Eve. Wooooh! I love the holidays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my thank-you segment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salamat (thanks) sa mga masusugid kong mambabasa (loyal readers/followers). Salamat sa mga featured friends and people ko. It has been a good 200-post old for my blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have learned a lot, made mistakes a lot, and corrected myself a lot. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know na minsan (sometimes) may comma overload ako (I fill my entries with commas) -- haha! Ganyan kasi ako magsalita (because I talk like that), panay pause (there's always a pause), walang full stop (no full stop). Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, thanks, friends. I'll try to to better next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! (It's snowing here.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-193312697539048171?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/193312697539048171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=193312697539048171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/193312697539048171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/193312697539048171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/1000-200-10-15.html' title='1000! 200! 10! 16! ,,,'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/SjqtAXyfNJI/AAAAAAAAADc/VW6LSqdupp8/s72-c/for+header.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5150048274570525864</id><published>2010-12-14T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:02:41.057-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 8 - Letter to Your Favorite Internet Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Fave Internet Friend a.k.a Cath M.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQgvuzR3ekI/AAAAAAAAAGM/B_UDz02BJ6M/s1600/cathlene.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="81" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQgvuzR3ekI/AAAAAAAAAGM/B_UDz02BJ6M/s200/cathlene.png" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha. Ikaw na siguro ang kaisa-isa kong internet friend ever. Nagsimula lang sa paghahanap ng koneksyon (a.k.a insider) sa school ng ex, napunta sa pakikipagusap ng matagalan saken sa net. Hindi ko sure kung bakit tayo naging close sa net, pero sure ako na I'm looking forward to meeting you personally someday. At sana, graduate ka na rin nun haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kamusta ka naman ba sa major mo? Mas nageenjoy ka na ba ngayon kaysa sa major mo dati? Alam kong wala ka pang serious love life ulit ngayon, pero I'm pretty sure darating din yun someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H'wag kang masyadong magiiinom, a? Masisira diet natin dyan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Namimiss ko na yung kwentuhan natin. Alam ko na sabi mo saken na panoorin ko yung Personal Preference ni Lee Min Ho. Ang masasabi ko lang, hindi ko sya trip (si LMH, I mean). For some reason, hindi ko sya trip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL. I know... magulat ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, hanggang dito na lang muna, friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat-chat ulit tayo soon! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5150048274570525864?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5150048274570525864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5150048274570525864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5150048274570525864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5150048274570525864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-8-letter-to-your-favorite-internet.html' title='Day 8 - Letter to Your Favorite Internet Friend'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQgvuzR3ekI/AAAAAAAAAGM/B_UDz02BJ6M/s72-c/cathlene.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5106597091235934894</id><published>2010-12-14T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T05:32:19.962-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday, Once More</title><content type='html'>I'm back to editing my old pics, and looking at them, remembering the old times.&lt;br /&gt;Some of the pics, I still remember taking as if it were yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;However, some of them, I could not recall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQe4FoBJijI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OEftdMYfQkc/s1600/gwos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQe4FoBJijI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OEftdMYfQkc/s320/gwos.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Taken from The Good Woman of Setzuan by Bertolt Brecht - AUT production, Fall 2009. Hangul characters say Shui Ta (the counterpart character of Shen Te).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the year 2009. One of the most hectic years of my college life. It was the year I got my two B's, but it was the year that I had my two breakthrough productions. One was my stage debut, and one was the production that gave me a nomination for the Irene Ryan scholarship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was heck of a lot of fun that year for me, and I thank the people behind it all and the people who supported me throughout that year. It was awesome. I always told myself that I would give back -- and pay it forward at the same time. In 2010, I signed up as tech for the fall 2010 production. I ended up being an assistant stage manager, and I loved it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre is fun. I taught me A LOT! I am thankful that I had the guts to participate in theatre. Now I have a bunch of friends in the theatre, and I am proud to have been part of the Arts @ Alvernia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage people to try something new every year. Make a personal goal to do something different every year. I did. This was my 'something' when I was 19. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today, friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5106597091235934894?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5106597091235934894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5106597091235934894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5106597091235934894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5106597091235934894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/yesterday-once-more.html' title='Yesterday, Once More'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQe4FoBJijI/AAAAAAAAAGI/OEftdMYfQkc/s72-c/gwos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5032222473799407939</id><published>2010-12-13T18:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T18:07:38.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Lane Stop</title><content type='html'>I'm going through memory lane for my second blog for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to blog about my good friend Zel, whom I mentioned a couple of times in my past entries. I haven't, however, mentioned my other good friend, Mario...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mario has been a dear, dear friend of mine--from back in the young days in high school, just &amp;nbsp;like most of my treasured friends. They say that high school is one of the most memorable stages in life--I agree. It may not be the best, but it is certainly the start of the fun and reality. In high school, you may or may not find your truest friends, but you can certainly set the standards. I, however, have found my true friends in high school :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQbNNYGY3PI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t1iHxKbxLms/s1600/mario+and+i.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQbNNYGY3PI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t1iHxKbxLms/s320/mario+and+i.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;Mario is certainly one of them.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course I haven't talked to him in a long while. I could chat with him, but it's always best to hang out. We hung out practically everywhere before. I haven't gone to an amusement park with my HS friends, though. I know some of them went to Enchanted Kingdom together before, but I did not go with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe next time we could go to or have &lt;b&gt;at least one&lt;/b&gt; of the three hang out spots or situations I have in mind right now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A good, long talk over a cup of coffee (in &lt;u&gt;Greenbelt&lt;/u&gt;, preferably, since I haven't been there yet) while waiting for other friends to go and eat at a restaurant. &lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;b&gt;Boracay! &lt;/b&gt;(&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;with enough money&lt;/span&gt; to do almost anything there!)&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;i&gt; Bar-hopping&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I limit only to three since there are lots of possibilities, if I think more, and knowing myself... it could take me hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just a shout out entry for Mario. I could expand and write more sentimental thank you notes here, but nahhh... you ought to know by now. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll leave you with this last note for this entry:&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the honesty and frankness! :-) I miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5032222473799407939?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5032222473799407939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5032222473799407939' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5032222473799407939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5032222473799407939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/memory-lane-stop.html' title='Memory Lane Stop'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQbNNYGY3PI/AAAAAAAAAGE/t1iHxKbxLms/s72-c/mario+and+i.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5006386544513354609</id><published>2010-12-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T20:48:16.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pasyon Cents</title><content type='html'>Sembreak is only getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I do regret something that I decided to do during the break: Choir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's a whole different topic that I'm not interested to write about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What I'm gonna talk about today is fashion!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The real working world is just around the corner. I really need to change my wardrobe.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Total makeover is needed because right now, I don't have many "presentable and appropriate outfits" in my closet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, I am not the best outfit owner since I don't care for it too much. However, I do believe that your outfit boosts your confidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/SjqrQH0SG0I/AAAAAAAAADE/_vGv1zs07q0/s1600/DSCN0322.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/SjqrQH0SG0I/AAAAAAAAADE/_vGv1zs07q0/s320/DSCN0322.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(This is a reposted pic.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SO! I would love to have really cute, business casual clothes. I love suits. I don't have many of them. I like the look of branded clothes, but I care less, if they're branded or not. Most branded clothes are durable and comfortable, though. Ann Taylor is one of my favorite brands since I bought a skirt and slacks from there -- the slacks fit me perfectly, and the skirts are too cute, even though I haven't actually worn them outside yet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I, being simple-minded, do not know most of the fashion terms. I'm trying to learn them now. I know the difference between a tank top and a spaghetti-strap top. I learned what to wear for a school induction versus a cocktail party. I still don't know what boat shoes are or what a parka is (but I do have an idea of what it is. LOL)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If only clothes were less expensive -- or I am richer. I would buy some clothes right now, and give my current clothes to charity or Goodwill.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The clothes that I reeeeaaallyyy like--and am planning to buy in the near future is from this site:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQa3Kmg3FmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wTY-GepBToo/s1600/121310-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TQa3Kmg3FmI/AAAAAAAAAGA/wTY-GepBToo/s320/121310-1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;www.yesstyle.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The problems are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;a.) even if it is less expensive than the equivalent brands here in the U.S., the stores are from overseas, so shipping makes it as expensive&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;b.) I couldn't really see the product, more so fit them before I buy them; and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;c.) I wasn't satisfied with what I bought from here (the thread wasn't tied very well, so it got pulled off easily, but the fabric was soooo soft and I liked it very much!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;The styles in pictures are awesome, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;That's enough about that for now.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I'll blog later about other things.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;xoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;and&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Mabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&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/5770832351362619385-5006386544513354609?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5006386544513354609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5006386544513354609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5006386544513354609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5006386544513354609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/pasyon-cents.html' title='Pasyon Cents'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/SjqrQH0SG0I/AAAAAAAAADE/_vGv1zs07q0/s72-c/DSCN0322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7237189994054760769</id><published>2010-12-10T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T21:25:35.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Party-Stopper!!!</title><content type='html'>End of the semester parteeeeyyyy!!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or just really good timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get it? Okay, here's the gist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Company party + Last exam for the semester = best day of the week! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was gonna blog something shallow again today... but... after rethinking it... I decided not to, so I'm not gonna... haha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No shallowness today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7237189994054760769?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7237189994054760769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7237189994054760769' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7237189994054760769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7237189994054760769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/party-stopper.html' title='Party-Stopper!!!'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1717736872691590247</id><published>2010-12-09T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T11:07:08.515-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking News: Disappointing Semester</title><content type='html'>One more day of finals for me. Strategic management tomorrow, and then I'm done.&amp;nbsp;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm hoping for a better grade -- an A, maybe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I must say that this semester is not my best semester since my grades are downhill. I have two A- ses and a B+... from 3.95 the first semester in Alvernia, I'm now below 3.85.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's very disappointing. Now my hopes of being a summa cum laude is gone. Totally gone.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I guess that's it for now. I'm just gonna sulk for a couple of hours then hopefully I'll be ok. :-(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to the nth,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;m.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1717736872691590247?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1717736872691590247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1717736872691590247' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1717736872691590247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1717736872691590247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/breaking-news-disappointing-semester.html' title='Breaking News: Disappointing Semester'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2468380667847227444</id><published>2010-12-08T08:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T13:03:45.812-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Current Issue: WikiLeaks</title><content type='html'>I only have been hearing more of this lately -- WikiLeaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TP-rWZdS2mI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SeCWi6WsU3g/s1600/wl.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="295" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TP-rWZdS2mI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SeCWi6WsU3g/s400/wl.bmp" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;(Wikipedia Info about WikiLeaks -- right side is a preview of WikiLeaks' site.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a term that I'm pretty sure I&amp;nbsp;have heard of a long time ago. I didn't know what it was about, or even care. But, since I've been hearing about it for some time now, I might as well comment about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how much I know: WikiLeaks, founded by a journalist named Julian Assange, is&amp;nbsp;a site that displays and provides confidential governmental information to the public (such as documented facts about the war in Afghanistan and documents of corruption in other countries). Recently, WikiLeaks has been experiencing lack of funds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how WikiLeaks first became a huge issue, but I do know that major credit and financing companies have pulled out its services to WikiLeaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the point of this entry is really not of great importance. It's not even a topic that I really care about. But, I do have an opinion about it: WikiLeaks provides too much information. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a criminal act? Maybe. Should it be stopped? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in freedom of speech. However, too much freedom&amp;nbsp;can be damaging. There are reasons why we have choices -- we could either 'ssshhhush' or 'blaaahhh.' Leaking out confidential information does not really benefit humanity. It's confidential for reasons. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that a journalist's job is to find out 'the truth' for the benefit of the masses -- but the masses can only take so much info. I can't help but think that WikiLeaks is a selfish act that is part of the problem rather than part of a solution. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's all for now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll probably blog more today about some other random events...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a blog-hog day for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2468380667847227444?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2468380667847227444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2468380667847227444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2468380667847227444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2468380667847227444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/current-issue-wikileaks.html' title='Current Issue: WikiLeaks'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TP-rWZdS2mI/AAAAAAAAAF4/SeCWi6WsU3g/s72-c/wl.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-487341245328763378</id><published>2010-12-08T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T07:43:38.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Casual Post 289</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;Venue: LC, AUT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I'm at the learning center ngayon, waiting for my tutee* to come. One of the few tutees this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;*Tutee (n.) - One being tutored by a tutor. Trans. Ang tinututuruan ng tutor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;I still have one or two more things to do today. I wonder if she'll be a half hour late. It doesn't matter-- I don't have anything else to do than study for my Friday final, and I still have tonight and the whole day tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;So, what is my topic for today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well, I just wrote my Day 7 letter. It's a spoof, if you know what I mean. If you read close enough, you'll know. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;üI just read kirara124's blog today. Pretty interesting, as always. It's about what's trending in the Arki department of UST. Just read his&amp;nbsp;blog for more info (it's the first link in the right section of my blog). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;Next:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;I'm going to read another few more blogs since I need to catch up with the rest of the world aside from North Korea, China, the US, Canada, etc. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;So, that's it for now, I think. My thoughts about a world issue would be next.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;LTTN,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;, Courier, monospace; mso-char-type: symbol; mso-symbol-font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;M.&lt;/span&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/5770832351362619385-487341245328763378?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/487341245328763378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=487341245328763378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/487341245328763378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/487341245328763378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/venue-lc-aut-im-at-learning-center.html' title='Casual Post 289'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6190285813179056278</id><published>2010-12-08T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-14T19:04:40.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 7 - Letter to your Ex-</title><content type='html'>Dear Ex,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi! Kamusta ka na?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ako? Ok lang.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know we have not talked much in a long while. I just wanna say that I miss you sometimes. I know you're happy na. I'm sorry that we broke up. It wasn't you, it was me. I just needed both time and space. We were younger then. I still remember you saying that we could never be friends -- that I shouldn't call you in the middle of the night no more, that I shouldn't expect you to be there. You told me that I shouldn't think that it will be the way it was before, and that I shouldn't think that you care. You said you were not over me yet, and you don't want to be my friend...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good times.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Despite that, I still hear a lot about you. I heard that you have a new girl now. You're lucky to have her. They say that I had you at your best, and she had you at your worst, but I chose to break your heart. Honestly, I still think you broke the three-month rule. Bakit ba kating-kati ka palitan ako?? &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I have to end this letter soon. Before I do that, I want you to know that you're always on my mind, from the time I wake up 'til I close my ways. You are everywhere I go, you're all I know. Though you're far away, it just keeps getting stronger everyday, and even now you're gone-- I'm still holding on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, tell me where do I start, 'coz it's breaking my heart. I don't want to let you go. Maybe our love will come back someday -- only heaven knows. Maybe our hearts will find their way, but only heaven knows. All I can do is hope and pray 'coz heaven knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mabz&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6190285813179056278?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6190285813179056278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6190285813179056278' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6190285813179056278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6190285813179056278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/letter-to-your-ex.html' title='Day 7 - Letter to your Ex-'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1612381357283802396</id><published>2010-12-06T13:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T13:20:26.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 6 - Letter to a Stranger</title><content type='html'>Hey Stranger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wassup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1612381357283802396?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1612381357283802396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1612381357283802396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1612381357283802396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1612381357283802396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/day-6-letter-to-stranger.html' title='Day 6 - Letter to a Stranger'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6907197814942286517</id><published>2010-12-02T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T14:57:53.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts for now, plans for the future</title><content type='html'>This entry will be my vaguest entry this year, so far. Today I had to deal with insensitive people, not only in my school, but also in other countries as well.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, technology and globalization. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I plan to ignore one person today because he was a prick--which I think is getting worse in the long run. Before, there was only one person. I could tolerate her better now than this other person. I guess one reason is that he's a. obnoxious and b. he gets things his way because he gets the facts right. Still, he's a prick. Time will come when he won't get his way, and I will rule. Muwahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, those were only the people in school.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other person, however, is from another country--just at the northern border of here: Canada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was just being a prick about things-- mostly about governmental policies and things like that. I mean, if you were going to talk bad about my country-- whether or not it is my HOME country, it still will affect me. I will still care, even if I try my best not to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of that, I plan to actually study more about international relations, so that I could argue with him more, and so that I would know what could benefit the countries that I care for. So, there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for now. I need to study and put my stuff in a binder. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6907197814942286517?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6907197814942286517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6907197814942286517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6907197814942286517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6907197814942286517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/12/thoughts-for-now-plans-for-future.html' title='Thoughts for now, plans for the future'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8736697136293715655</id><published>2010-11-28T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T17:43:19.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No comment bummer moment</title><content type='html'>I'm bummed that I don't have any comments despite the views I get. I wonder why. Am I not that interesting?? LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kidding, I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need some reiterations here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a correction note from my last blog since I don't feel like editing it: advertising is different from public relations. So, what I really meant was "Yay for PR," since I didn't pay for anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, about my entry a few weeks ago -- I still have not gotten back to you about the blog entry title. Guess what? I still don't know. LOL. -- it's somewhere in the 2008 section. It's not that important, anyway. It's just bothering me that I haven't answered my own question. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right, peeps, I gotta go now. I'm not sure if I could blog in the next few days, but have a great week, everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8736697136293715655?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8736697136293715655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8736697136293715655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8736697136293715655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8736697136293715655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/no-comment-bummer-moment.html' title='No comment bummer moment'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-3916740841794168864</id><published>2010-11-28T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-08T05:51:05.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 5 - Letter to Your Dreams</title><content type='html'>Dear Dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what this means. Is it dreams when asleep? Or dreams as in dreams for the future? Not sure.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, for dreams when asleep, thanks for being so entertaining for the past few sleeps. It's been really nice to dream about you, my dreams. Also, if possible, please filter out the dreams about someone whom I really don't wanna think about anymore. LOL. I would really appreciate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For dreams for the future, I wish to meet you very soon. I hope that I'm on the right path to meeting you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all. Shorter than usual, but it's all I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mabs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-3916740841794168864?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/3916740841794168864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=3916740841794168864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3916740841794168864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3916740841794168864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-5-letter-to-your-dreams.html' title='Day 5 - Letter to Your Dreams'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5266442928617179184</id><published>2010-11-28T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:31:20.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had to post these again. It's what I have yet to do in my 30-day project, which isn't literally 30 consecutive days for me since I get interrupted by some other things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Thanksgiving has gone by. My weekend has come and gone. Tomorrow's another school day. I have tons of things to do, and I don't like it. I've been procrastinating, but I really believe that I needed the rest. I have these major things needed to be done this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TESTS!&lt;br /&gt;-THE binder for strategic management&lt;br /&gt;-corporate finance nightmare...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wanna give a shoutout to my sister who texted me after she read my blog. LOL! I guess she found out about it through my YM stat. HAHA. Yay for advertising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are my updates for now, and I will have my Day 5 letter up next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5266442928617179184?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5266442928617179184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5266442928617179184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5266442928617179184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5266442928617179184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1806303815872816413</id><published>2010-11-24T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T13:52:20.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Holidays</title><content type='html'>Hi, Everyone!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updates:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't been writing much, but thanks to all who are reading this. It's been a while since I checked the stats, but there seems to be an increase-- which is good. Thank you so much. Apparently, I am "searchable" in google.com.ph with keywords "letter to best friend" or something of that sort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, probably, to your chagrin, it isn't really a sentimental letter to a best friend in particular, is it?&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway... it helps my stats. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what have I been doing these past few days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I was extremely busy preparing for the major presentation that my group and I worked hard for. We worked all weekend and managed to get it done the night before the presentation. All I can say is: Practice helps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did better than expected during the presentation, which gave us a high grade of 95.7. However, some of our classmates apparently thought that we weren't prepared. I wonder what universe that person comes from. We were clearly prepared during our presentation, but I am not going to debate about that feedback now. It just goes to show that some people are inattentive to things -- or just plainly biased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanksgiving tomorrow, and I am so excited because we get to eat turkey! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not part of the Filipino culture, but since we've been here, we started succumbing to the tradition of Thanksgiving and turkey. I think that it is a great holiday, and I always look forward every year to it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for gifts and stuff. Well, my family doesn't really have the funds for anything right now, so we settle for food, and that is more than enough compared to others. I celebrate Thanksgiving because there is sooo much to be thankful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you friends and people who have been part of my life. To God: Thanks for all the good things that happened this year. Also, thank you for all the lessons I learned. It has been a wonderful year, and I wouldn't trade it for anything since I already know that I can't. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a Happy Thanksgiving, WORLD! You are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1806303815872816413?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1806303815872816413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1806303815872816413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1806303815872816413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1806303815872816413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-holidays.html' title='Thanksgiving Holidays'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4863327112743513526</id><published>2010-11-15T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T12:26:28.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were to give me a gift this christmas... what would I get?</title><content type='html'>All in the title, dear... all in the title...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4863327112743513526?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4863327112743513526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4863327112743513526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4863327112743513526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4863327112743513526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/if-you-were-to-give-me-gift-this.html' title='If you were to give me a gift this christmas... what would I get?'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5348142287258038985</id><published>2010-11-13T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T13:36:33.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 4 - Letter to Your Sibling</title><content type='html'>Dear Ate MM,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you, ate? I hope you're doing well in VA, and I hope that not many patients are stressing you out too much. I'm not sure what you're doing at this moment, but I hope you're enjoying. I'm not very expressive in the family. I don't really show too much care or concern when I'm home-- or when you're home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably annoy you too much, but I try to not be in the scene at all when you're around. You kinda annoy me sometimes, but I don't want you to see that. I love you and I am SUPER grateful to have a sister like you. You are SUPER smart and SUPER pretty. I like your name, your figure, and your face. I like everything about you, but if there's a glitch, it would probably be your personality sometimes.But, everyone has a personality glitch anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're one of the coolest people in the family. You're a doctor. You're single. You're cool. I am thankful to have a generous sister like you. If it weren't for you, I would probably not finish college for the life of me. Thanks for paying for my tuition, even though for some reason I feel that you really didn't want to pay for it, but thank you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration and idol throughout my younger years. To be a doctor is difficult, but you've never failed to show me that you're determined to be a doctor, and I admired you for that. If only I were as disciplined as you were, but I'm getting by my own way. It's not really working much since I'm not contented with it. Anyway, I'm done. All I wanted to say is that I thank you, I love you, and I admire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you get the man of your dreams and that you would have a family, too. I wish you to be happy and content. Love you, ate! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Sis&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5348142287258038985?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5348142287258038985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5348142287258038985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5348142287258038985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5348142287258038985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-4-letter-to-your-sibling.html' title='Day 4 - Letter to Your Sibling'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7671782599045927967</id><published>2010-11-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:54:40.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Acting Debut</title><content type='html'>Hi again, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for being so blog-hog today. I was just checking my stats earlier. THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO VIEWS MY BLOG!!!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, one of my posts was displayed on my stat thingy... I clicked on it and it was a silly little entry on acting. Silly, but way sarcastic on my part. I apologize. It isn't harmful, though.&lt;br /&gt;So, as I was saying...&lt;br /&gt;I read the entry, I edited some grammatical errors, and I noticed that at the last part of the entry I said: "only time will tell when I get my acting debut" or something like that. Refer to the blog entitled -- (I'll get back to you on this...).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny that I said that because only time did tell when I finally got my acting debut...&lt;br /&gt;That entry was on November 8, 2008, and my debut was, I believe, in April of 2009, which is only a couple of months after that entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I debuted on the AU stage as Eve from "The Apple Tree, Act I". Dave Lloyd (Adam), Matt Stauffer (Snake), and I were in it. It was a fun experience. It was a mini-musical, which we played for two nights. Both, I was told, were full houses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I got another huge role as Shen Te from Bertolt Brecht's "The Good Woman of Setzuan". It was a three-hour fall-production with different interesting characters. It was my first full major play. I got to play a poor woman who sells herself to make ends meet, but because of her good nature, playful gods helped her by giving her money to start a business of her own. Shen Te, however, was too good of a person that she was often taken advantage of. She then decided to pretend to be Shui Ta, a fictional cousin. Eventually, she got pregnant by a man she fell deeply in love with. However, because of the crazy world that this fictional character lived in, she decided to stay as Shui Ta forever. It was an open-ended play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I got burnt out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully, I got my first and last Irene Ryan Nomination. I also got a medal for being nominated and a trophy for being Best Female in a Lead Role. I was touched. Thank you, Dr. Thomas. And, thank you, AU theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am, again, active with the theatre. I am not in the play anymore, but I am helping out as an ASM or assistant stage manager. I am happy with it, so I don't mind the long night hours and the repetition of it. Tonight is another play night, and I am expecting a good turn out. Tomorrow night is the last night. I will be sad after, but I'll get over it. Honestly, I like this play (Yevgeni Shvartz' The Shadow) than GWOS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now, I need to get going. Bye guys! :-_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7671782599045927967?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7671782599045927967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7671782599045927967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7671782599045927967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7671782599045927967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/acting-debut.html' title='Acting Debut'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8818553809804081292</id><published>2010-11-12T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T13:32:38.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>@today updates</title><content type='html'>Hi, World! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's it going so far? Me? I'm doing well... I have tons of projects to finish, but I think I can handle. Thanks to some trustworthy people surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;Today my group and I did some work on the Apple project. It isn't a cakewalk and we have a week left to go. We need to put together a huge binder, but I am not positive that we could put it together soon enough. I hope we can 'coz if not, I might die (or at least my grades would).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I talked to my crush today. To those who are familiar with my recent 'project' -- I am referring to Crush # 2. Yup, I talked to him. I even gave him my number. I don't have his, so I am praying that he would text me sometime soon. I would reaaallllyyy appreciate it to the nth power. He has an iPhone, btw. :-) Yup, I have descended to the creepy level for a while, but I think I'm okay now. So, yeah, anyway, I talked to him. He is soooo adorable. He is cute, in a Latino kind of way, to the nth power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhm, what else is new... well, nothing much, really. I'm just trying to finish a paper for accounting and a project for strategic management. Very boring stuff, I'm telling you. Then I have to go back to school because of the play-- again.&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I am soooo tired, but, hey! No pain, no gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I have to put this in here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ngusoboi &lt;/b&gt;made my day today. Whenever he does something unexpected, it makes me happy. He offline-messaged me on YM and told me that he read my blog and that he wanted the "unsent letters" for Christmas. That was definitely unexpected. I also think it's very thoughtful of him, so I'm gonna give a shout out to: &lt;b&gt;NGUSOBOI Macky&lt;/b&gt; D. :-) Love you, dear! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So! Gotta go! Love you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8818553809804081292?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8818553809804081292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8818553809804081292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8818553809804081292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8818553809804081292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/today-updates.html' title='@today updates'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6279446341787366331</id><published>2010-11-12T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T10:40:25.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 3 - Letter to Your Parents</title><content type='html'>Dear Mom and Dad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you. I always have, and I always will. I am so thankful for having parents who care so much, and are so selfless. I don't think that happens too often nowadays. Thank you for being very supportive with whatever I do and whatever I want to do. Thank you for going to the plays that I have been in everyday. Thanks for the flowers that you've given on the last day of the play. I know I didn't show much gratitude before, and I regret it so much. I now realize that it is the sweetest and most thoughtful gesture ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry for being so selfish all the time. I try not to. If only you know how much I try... Thanks for guiding Ate and me throughout our lives. We would not have been here -- alive, God-fearing, well-mannered, etc., if it weren't for you. Thank you for working very hard, so that Ate and I can get a good education and have a good pre-employment life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know that everything I invest in now-- my studies, my extracurricular activities and networking, and my personality-- is all for you. I hope to give back to you at least half of what you have given to me--because I KNOW that IT IS IMPOSSIBLE to give it all back. I also want you to know that I try to give my best until I could finally give my best... all for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that all your dreams and expectations come true, and I wish you all the happiness in the world. If only I were smarter, I could have done a lot more. But until then, I will give my all to better myself for you. That's all, Mom and Dad. I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6279446341787366331?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6279446341787366331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6279446341787366331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6279446341787366331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6279446341787366331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-3-letter-to-your-parents.html' title='Day 3 - Letter to Your Parents'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8339712687909206586</id><published>2010-11-09T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T19:37:21.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 2 - Letter to Your Crush</title><content type='html'>Note: I have two crushes. As usual, one for each.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Crush #1,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. I see you all the time. Mostly every Mondays. It's one of the reasons I like Mondays. I don't like them that much anymore, though, but I used to hate Mondays with a passion. It's sad 'coz I don't think I crush (like) you anymore. I mean, you are my ideal guy, but we don't talk that much--mainly because we don't have anything to talk about. I don't think we have anything in common except that we're in one place every Monday. I never have a chance to talk to you even then anyway because there's always one of us who's busy. Plus, you don't smile to me very often. You don't really talk to me first. And with my pride sometimes, you won't talk to me, then there's not going to be much discussion between us. However, sometimes I'm nicer than that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm droning on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if only you weren't cute, smart, and nice... it would have been so much easier to befriend you. Right now, I find it more comfortable to ignore you. Oh well, story of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Crush #2,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! It was nice to officially meet you that night. I know you're so much younger than me... 2 or 3 years? But, you're kinda cute. I hope we'd get a chance to know each other. I'm just too busy, you know? However, if you stop by the BH lounge often, then I might be able to get a chance to approach you. I don't mind doing that since you're way younger than I am. Please don't be scared, I don't bite. Small world--to think that your best friend/cousin was my buddy at one point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what this means? Fate.&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know, it's not a definition. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll see you around Crush #2. I'll have to talk to you anyway, I need some ideas for Thursday night. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8339712687909206586?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8339712687909206586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8339712687909206586' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8339712687909206586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8339712687909206586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-2-letter-to-your-crush.html' title='Day 2 - Letter to Your Crush'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8312882284354994700</id><published>2010-11-08T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T14:53:46.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 - Letter to Your Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Dear Best Friend, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who you are. You'll have to define "best friend" for me. I have lots of best friends, so I might as well write a short letter to each of them here (not in any particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jolly, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We haven't talked in a long while. Wala na akong balita sa'yo. Alam kong busy ka, pero actually, busy rin ako. I'm not insinuating anything. LOL. Just saying. I just wanted to say HI! and Thank You! sa lahat ng naitulong mo saken nung high school days natin. Thanks rin kina Tita and Tito -- pati na rin kay Kuya Jay at Ate Noning. Pasensya na kung lagi akong tumatambay sa inyo dati. Ang saya kasi, e. Sorry rin kasi hindi ako nakakapagkeep in touch these past few years. Makakabawi rin ako one day. Anyway, 'til that day comes, hope your doing well in your studies and in life. Alam kong super pangarap mong maging doktor ever since, and I know you will be able to do it. I'm looking forward to seeing you again soon. Love you, bessy! --Tuloy Pa Rin, kahit anong mangyari! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, &lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jess Heller (Six),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Six! Although there's only a 10% chance that you would be reading this, I would really really like to acknowledge and thank you for being one of my best friends. You are awesome, and I kinda think that you already know that. I wouldn't in a million years have thought that we would be friends, much more close friends! You're just this outspoken, determined, and smart girl who seems to be almost everywhere all the time. It intimidates me, but almost anything or anyone intimidates me, anyway. --I want you to know (someday) that I'm very proud of you and your accomplishments. I hope you keep it up and that we still will be in touch after college. I'll miss you badly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;br /&gt;-------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Macky,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you sometimes, pero alam mo na yun. Madalas akong natatouch sa mga sinasabi mo. Madalas rin akong madisappoint. Marami akong sulat na nagawa para sa'yo pero hindi ko sure kung naibigay ko. Natutuwa ako tuwing nagoopen up ka saken. Naiinis ako tuwing iniindyan mo ko--lalo na 'pag once in a while na nga lang tayo magusap, pinagpapalit mo pa ako sa less important things (i.e. gaming). Thanks for being there whenever may mga crazy moments ako. Never mo ako nakitang magperform, never mo nakasama pamilya ko. Never ko na-meet pamilya mo. So siguro para maging uber fantastic and official best friends tayo-- mageeffort akong makilala pamilya mo. Pero kung kelan pa yun? Hindi ko rin alam. Tungkol naman kay KZ, babawiin ko yung sinabi ko sa'yo dati na magbaback out ako kapag dumating yung time na papipiliin ka. Hindi ako baback out kasi mas nauna ako at hindi kita balak agawin--not in a million years. Best friend kita, pero kahit ikaw yung natitirang lalaki sa mundo, mas makukuntento na ako sa pagiging single. Love you, though! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Hazel Xylene,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HI! I miss you. Sobra. Kung lalaki lang ako, niligawan na siguro kita. LOL. Pero buti na lang hindi kasi too much pressure. Thanks sa pagapproach saken nung HS, a. Hehe. Sure ako na ikaw yung nagaapproach saken kasi takot akong magapproach sa'yo. Scary ka kasi e. Takot ako sa mga cool people. O-ha! Cool ka, e. Ikaw yung cool na nakikiride sa mga uncool na tulad ko. Yung tipong pinagbibigyan mo na lang yung mga kalukahan ko para lang hindi ka maging lonely. HAHA. Medyo type ko yung humor mo, e. Tamang timpla ng sarcasm. Anyway, thanks for being there. Someday mas madalas na tayong magkakasama. Magsoul-searching tayo pareho. Hindi nga pala ako inaadd ni Jake. 'Di niya ata ako gustong maging kaibigan ever. Oh well. Ganun talaga ang life. The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Dear RA,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, How are you, dear? I'm fine. I ran out of things to say anymore. I don't think I have anything else to say except that you're one of the finest people I know. You know a lot of information and people. It's so amazing. You're smart and nice and awesome. I hope you like How I Met Your Mother coz I liked it a lot--even before it became a trend. Obviously I don't like it that much anymore. Oh well. Anyway, I love chatting with you, and I like talking about random things and learning a lot of things -- i.e. SKYPE techniques. Hehe. I wish you'd still write songs. I like your songs. That's all.CTYL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;Dear AC,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey AC! I look forward to you being a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jayjay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, obviously I am getting really tired to write EACH of my best friends a letter. I still have others, but I don't really want to seclude anyone. :-(&lt;br /&gt;I'll make more blogs about people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8312882284354994700?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8312882284354994700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8312882284354994700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8312882284354994700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8312882284354994700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/day-1-letter-to-your-best-friend.html' title='Day 1 - Letter to Your Best Friend'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6288149385141370550</id><published>2010-11-07T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T22:03:53.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Miss You</title><content type='html'>Special blog for the people I missed last week.&lt;br /&gt;It's later than I promised, I know. But, better late than never.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss:&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Hazel Agosila (a.k.a. Ezelita, Zel, Bakla)&lt;br /&gt;-One of my closest and best friends from high school. Technically, we first met in third grade. I don't think we were close then. Not that I remember much from my grade school days...&lt;br /&gt;-I miss her and her very sarcastic humor, which is just like mine, btw.&lt;br /&gt;-mostly known for her creativity and her huge eyes (lol. kidding, Zel! 50% chance that you'll be reading this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Rinovic Masa (a.k.a. RA, ar-ei)&lt;br /&gt;-One of my closest and best GUY friends from grade school. Okay, maybe I do remember some things back in grade school...&lt;br /&gt;-Very child-like sometimes, like me!&lt;br /&gt;-I can talk about everything crazy with this guy -- except love life (I think? I seldom talk seriously about love with him... Idk... hmm...)&lt;br /&gt;-known for his smarts --especially in Math, acoustic guitar talent, photography, and updated blog --in Tagalog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Antonio Cesar Manila (a.k.a. AC, Sir, Prof., Prez, etc...)&lt;br /&gt;-I'll keep repeating myself if I say "one of my closest and best guy friends from high school"... but he is.&lt;br /&gt;-I could talk to him about ANYTHING. He listens.&lt;br /&gt;-known for his liberal ideas, deep advices on relationships, and seriously corny jokes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jose Lacanilao, Jr. (a.k.a. Jay, JJ, Jeje)&lt;br /&gt;-Same as above --from high school.&lt;br /&gt;-Influenced me back in high school to talk to people, have fun, and just be happy.&lt;br /&gt;-If there was an award for "Person Who Matured A Lot Since HS," he would probably get it.&lt;br /&gt;-known for his openness and physically big head (hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Mario Ortiz (a.k.a. Mariow)&lt;br /&gt;-SAME --from hs&lt;br /&gt;-Was the first one who pursued me EVER! I had a crush on him a year later. LOL!&lt;br /&gt;-I miss his awkward opinions on everything and his competitiveness.&lt;br /&gt;-known for his frankness and choosiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jonathan Bade (a.k.a. Jon)&lt;br /&gt;-Same as above -- HS.&lt;br /&gt;-He was my boyfriend when I was a senior in high school. Officially, we lasted for a week, but technically, we were together for a year... long story.&lt;br /&gt;-Most supportive person in my circle.&lt;br /&gt;-known for his Math and badminton skills. Also known for his fondness for Tennis. &lt;br /&gt;-can't seem to open up much to him anymore... weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Marco Dionio (a.k.a Nguso, Macky)&lt;br /&gt;-best friend since junior year in hs&lt;br /&gt;-Sometimes I hate him, sometimes I don't.&lt;br /&gt;-My ultimate crush in HS. Wasn't worth it. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;-I can make a whole blog entry for this guy just because I can. There's something about him that I just can't figure out, which is probably why I was attracted to him. I still can't figure him out today, but minus the attraction.&lt;br /&gt;-known for his 'playful' arrogance (or less the 'playful'), athleticism, muscles, and Math skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Arvin Ferrer (a.k.a. Kuya)&lt;br /&gt;-one of my closest and best friends after high school&lt;br /&gt;-I miss chatting with him, every single day...&lt;br /&gt;-known for his above average Math skills&lt;br /&gt;-he always managed to ask the most awkward college-boy questions before... he doesn't do that anymore now, which is good! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so... this entry is MOSTLY guys... Well, back in the days, my friends were mostly guys anyway...&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I came across as a flirt. I was more--one of the boys or little sister-kinda person...&lt;br /&gt;I missed a LOT of people last week that I wanted to go back home to the Phils. However, there are some things that need to wait.&lt;br /&gt;I miss more people than who I listed here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also missed a special someone whom I hate right now, but it's kind of a habit of mine to miss and hate this person really. He's just like Macky, but Macky and I are close, so I can tell him that he irritates me, I can be biatchy to him, and I can be sweet to him, if I wanted to. However, this mystery person--we weren't close ever... AT ALL... but we still have history nevertheless... and probably one of the reasons that I can't fully let go is that I don't really have anything to let go of. We never really started... but I ended it without reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frankly, it kills me to think that it could have been so much better, had I been wiser and more mature. However, all I can do now is just reminisce. HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... time for the RANDOM person segment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed Ms. Pat Ledesma -- for some reason. I just missed her. I wish we were closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for today! I have to print out some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6288149385141370550?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6288149385141370550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6288149385141370550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6288149385141370550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6288149385141370550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/i-miss-you.html' title='I Miss You'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-3215723020688359605</id><published>2010-11-05T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T15:29:07.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mahal Kita. Hindi mo lang alam.</title><content type='html'>Hi. It's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking about someone special lately, and I can't deny the fact that I still have regrets. I think I'm beginning to accept the term 'first love,' if I haven't already.&lt;br /&gt;I still regret hurting him. I still regret ending things with him. I still regret not pushing through with the idea of 'a relationship.' I still regret. Sometimes I move on, sometimes I come back.&lt;br /&gt;I blame it all on my youth.&lt;br /&gt;If only he loved me now...and not before. It would have been so much better.&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this isn't the special blog about the people I miss today. I'll write it up later when I get home from theatre work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-3215723020688359605?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/3215723020688359605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=3215723020688359605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3215723020688359605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3215723020688359605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/mahal-kita-hindi-mo-lang-alam.html' title='Mahal Kita. Hindi mo lang alam.'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2761740296757903357</id><published>2010-11-03T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T09:18:27.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Project Delay</title><content type='html'>I think the project from my previous blog will have to be postponed because of my REAL projects that are piling up here in the real/college world....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about that... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2761740296757903357?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2761740296757903357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2761740296757903357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2761740296757903357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2761740296757903357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/project-delay.html' title='Project Delay'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2833525650230406979</id><published>2010-11-02T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T21:18:12.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My soon-to-be project... Comin... up</title><content type='html'>Found this somewhere --thanks to the lead of Ms. Portia:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WRITE A LETTER TO THESE PEOPLE&amp;nbsp;:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 1 — Your Best Friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 2 — Your Crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 3 — Your parents&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 4 — Your sibling (or closest relative)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 5 — Your dreams&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 6 — A stranger&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 7 — Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 8 — Your favorite internet friend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 9 — Someone you wish you could meet&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 10 — Someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 11 — A Deceased person you wish you could talk to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 12 — The person you hate most/caused you a lot of pain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 13 — Someone you wish could forgive you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 14 — Someone you’ve drifted away from&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 15 — The person you miss the most&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 16 — Someone that’s not in your state/country&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 17 — Someone from your childhood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 18 — The person that you wish you could be&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 19 — Someone that pesters your mind—good or bad&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 20 — The one that broke your heart the hardest&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 21 — Someone you judged by their first impression&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 22 — Someone you want to give a second chance to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 23 — The last person you kissed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 24 — The person that gave you your favorite memory&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 25 — The person you know that is going through the worst of times&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 26 — The last person you made a pinky promise to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 27 — The friendliest person you knew for only one day&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 28 — Someone that changed your life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 29 — The person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 30 — Your reflection in the mirror&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan to do this soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Mhaby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2833525650230406979?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2833525650230406979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2833525650230406979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2833525650230406979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2833525650230406979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/my-soon-to-be-project-comin-up.html' title='My soon-to-be project... Comin... up'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-3130940870317643432</id><published>2010-11-02T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T14:31:29.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitches, Malware, ETC!</title><content type='html'>Hiya friends!&lt;br /&gt;I just needed to make an entry today. It's been a long, crazy day...&lt;br /&gt;Spanish presentation - CHECK! Now I don't need to worry about that anymore. However, one of my slides didn't work right!!! ARGH! It was an informative slide, too... :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, all my six slides were informative, but I was just so thrown off by that glitch, I couldn't stop thinking about it. LOL. Whenever something not right or unusual happens to me, I couldn't stop talking about it-- especially when a.) it doesn't go my way; and b.) it was unavoidable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so disappointed that when I went home to fix this computer of mine (HP Pavilion dv6000 - b2007), I told my mom about it. At first, my mom told me that I was unprepared, and then she decided to joke about it. She said that I shouldn't have freaked out; I should've explained to the class that there are things that we can't control--"but to fill time, let me tell you a dirty joke..." hehehe... it cracked me up... I should've done that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, I proceeded to fix my computer. I tried several things to get rid of the Smart Defragmenter malware that was in my PC's system since this morning. I researched about this malware online and then I followed the steps. It took 2 hours for the anti-malware scanner to finish, but in the end, it still didn't get rid of the application.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I messaged my friend who was online at the time. He's a Computer Engineer major, but he really doesn't know EVERYTHING about PC, but I took a chance. He hasn't heard of the malware, but he gave me a link to an ask site. I looked for what I needed, or thought was necessary to my situation, and that did it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The malware--or at least its application--is gone. I am at peace now. Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, it's a crazy day.&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-3130940870317643432?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/3130940870317643432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=3130940870317643432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3130940870317643432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3130940870317643432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/11/glitches-malware-etc.html' title='Glitches, Malware, ETC!'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7517731803378302887</id><published>2010-10-31T20:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:57:16.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>666 page views</title><content type='html'>Creepy number for Halloween -- but I checked my stats just a minute ago, and yup... I now have 666 page views... Yay me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't hide the fact that it's still creepy :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and that the cursor on this field is acting so weird. Is it me or is it just Firefox and Blogspot not getting along really well? Hmm... I wonder sometimes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 minutes 'til November 1!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7517731803378302887?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7517731803378302887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7517731803378302887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7517731803378302887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7517731803378302887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/666-page-views.html' title='666 page views'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6073556895232592257</id><published>2010-10-31T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-31T20:51:59.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween! 2010</title><content type='html'>Hi guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick recap on the happenings between my last entry and now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween is today -- 15 minutes til it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the masquerade bash -- had a pink, feathery mask on with my tiny red dress and my feathery pink feathers... I was going for the cabaret/50s dancer look, but I looked more like a phoenix. Haha. Oh well, at least it was a costume and not me dressing up like myself... I wouldn't like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, trick-or-treaters came and went... it was cool--with their costumes and all. There are still leftover candies if anyone wants it... It's not even the good ones anyway... I gave it all away. That's how good and push-over-y I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else happened? Well, life happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is my presentation in Spanish, test in AIS (accounting info systems), and my self-deadline for my case study.&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday is almost the same thing, just different subjects. Ugh. Hell week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good night everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm using Firefox, btw--just so you know... I'm liking it in general except for this site--it's not working very well for blogspot apparently. Hmmm.. I hope it's just a temporary glitch.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I gotta go... Good night! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6073556895232592257?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6073556895232592257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6073556895232592257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6073556895232592257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6073556895232592257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/happy-halloween-2010.html' title='Happy Halloween! 2010'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7948631732399104224</id><published>2010-10-28T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T09:59:24.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Pooper</title><content type='html'>Is me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a party pooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Friday (tomorrow) is the Masquerade Bash. It's supposed to be fun. I'm going, but I've yet to get a mask. I have no idea where to get one, though. :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, siguro kelangan ko na talagang maghanap-hanap ng mga masks today. Tonight -- to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;I have the dress, which I doubt would fit me anyway. It might, but who knows. It's been a while since I've worn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, from my last blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buhay pa naman ako. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks, RA, for the comments. Weirdest feeling lang ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I end this unusual entry of mine, let me share my thought for the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;College.&lt;br /&gt;Did you go to college just to be like everybody else?&lt;br /&gt;Isn't the reason for going to to college reaching one's own undiscovered potential, if not maximum?&lt;br /&gt;College's worst enemy supposedly is mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;Whining isn't the solution. &lt;br /&gt;It is faith (in oneself or in others), hope,&amp;nbsp;knowledge, a little bit of thoughtfulness here and there, friendship here and there, competition here and there, but most of all-- PASSION.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion + College - Mediocrity = Knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge * Faith = Potential&lt;br /&gt;Potential ^ Hope = Ideas that eventually equals to a SOLUTION. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7948631732399104224?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7948631732399104224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7948631732399104224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7948631732399104224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7948631732399104224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/party-pooper.html' title='Party Pooper'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6312480255752598572</id><published>2010-10-27T03:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T08:41:37.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>weird feeling...</title><content type='html'>for some reason, feeling ko hindi ako aabot...&lt;br /&gt;'wag naman sana...&lt;br /&gt;:-(&lt;br /&gt;sana maling feeling lang as usual. im scared @_@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhaby loves her family: mom, dad, and ate.&lt;br /&gt;mhaby loves her friends: zel, ac, kuya arvin, jayjay, ar-ei, mariow, beshie-joan, bez-rj, bf, bessy-jollei, macky, wan, rj, lis, idol, beshy-denz, smurf, kate, rime, etc...&lt;br /&gt;jess(6), amanda, one-s jes, jeff (both), sean, becca r, becky, lil jess, jess s, john, heather, andy, andrew, trevor, molly, pahoua, val, jared, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i missed anyone: you're just in my thoughts--i just failed to articulate. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhaby loves school and profs no matter how frustrating they can be. &lt;br /&gt;mhaby loves the community&lt;br /&gt;mhaby loves pilipinas, ksa, and usa...&lt;br /&gt;mhaby loves the world...&lt;br /&gt;mhaby wants to help the world and make it better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's all...&lt;br /&gt;mhaby loves you reading this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mhaby has a lot of dreams and ambitions. &lt;br /&gt;mhaby wants to be here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;white and pink.&lt;br /&gt;#27&lt;br /&gt;mom's cooking&lt;br /&gt;dad's presence&lt;br /&gt;ate's cuteness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acoustic or classical songs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many things to say... so little time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6312480255752598572?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6312480255752598572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6312480255752598572' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6312480255752598572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6312480255752598572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/weird-feeling.html' title='weird feeling...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2725734654758290581</id><published>2010-10-25T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:09:00.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All the good ones are taken...</title><content type='html'>'nuff said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has to be some left out there. There just has to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm desperate or anything... 'nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2725734654758290581?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2725734654758290581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2725734654758290581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2725734654758290581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2725734654758290581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-good-ones-are-taken.html' title='All the good ones are taken...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7817748223028034463</id><published>2010-10-24T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:08:01.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Singing and so forth...</title><content type='html'>Today, my mom's friends came by and we ate lunch with them. As usual, my mom made a feast --with the help of my sister. &lt;br /&gt;My dad and I sloppily cleaned the floor -- which is why I wanted to get an electric hardwood polisher. I'm so house-chore lazy. I'd do anything to make my life easier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished watching a kDrama series a couple of minutes ago. I don't remember what I watched, but it was with Gong Hyo Bin and Gong Yoo :) Cute couple I must say. Cute story, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is the start of another school week. Ugh. I think I've had enough of school. I need a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just learned that someone I know and admire was diagnosed with cancer. I therefore conclude that 2010 is full of surprises. I need to take a bath before I go to sleep now--I just had to say that. Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**This entry was done in a hurry. Obviously**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love to the nth power,&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7817748223028034463?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7817748223028034463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7817748223028034463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7817748223028034463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7817748223028034463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/singing-and-so-forth.html' title='Singing and so forth...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4779875790345048990</id><published>2010-10-22T15:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T15:55:57.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Top!</title><content type='html'>Today is another Friday. End of the week. For the first time this semester I did something a whole week ahead of time. Wooo, me!&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I talked to a friend's mom online. I realize that I'm more comfortable talking with older people than I was before. Older people always intimidated me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'll be doing more school work tonight. I gotta go, I'm watching &lt;em&gt;Pasta&lt;/em&gt; - the kDrama :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4779875790345048990?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4779875790345048990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4779875790345048990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4779875790345048990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4779875790345048990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/top.html' title='Top!'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5292889188447328708</id><published>2010-10-21T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T14:53:51.974-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Long wait before this entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I stopped blogging for a while because I've been very busy. This entry is dedicated to two of my schoolmates who just recently passed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TMDiUM228EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/42QdGGDb13Y/s1600/AA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TMDiUM228EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/42QdGGDb13Y/s200/AA.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&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;Andre Maraña and Alfredo Palmiery, Jr. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;They passed away the day following my last post, which is also why I haven't been blogging recently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The week the car accident happened, I was in shock-- the 2k6 CSA HS batch was devastated. Almost everyone (at least those who knew) was mourning for the loss of two of the most remarkable men in our batch. I was one of them. I cried my eyes out the next day because it didn't quite sink in immediately. Everything was just surreal. I couldn't believe that something that drastic can happen--but it did. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Andre was one of my closest friends back in high school. I couldn't have imagined my junior year in HS without him. He's just one of the class clowns-- one of the most approachable, happy-go-lucky guys in the batch. But, even though he was how he was (funny, carefree, and fun), he was also smart (especially in Math), and one of the nicest guys (at least in my perspective).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We haven't talked much in a while. He was my classmate in both my sophomore and junior years. We kind of lost touch during our senior year, but one of his clique groups was mine as well. When we graduated we completely lost touch. The last thing I knew about him that time was Ateneo (the university he went to) and Bonnet (his love and last gf). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Months before the accident, Andre and I have been keeping in touch again through FB. The usual silly stuff, of course, but from time to time, our conversations become sensible. Sadly, I can't remember the last conversation we had. All I know is his last crush. I had yet to learn his next moves... apparently most of us (his friends) were looking out for the same thing -- his next moves...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;He likes joking around. He loves soccer. He's scared to talk to cute girls. He likes saying that he's gay. He loves HIMYM. He adores his family, and his best friend. He's a super guy--never too serious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;For a couple of days after that day, I've been bringing my laptop with me to school. I've been keeping in touch with high school friends, calling people up, etc. I called one of my&amp;nbsp;closest and best&amp;nbsp;friends, Hazel, the day after Andre passed away, and the moment we said "hello" we both broke down in tears over the phone. It sounds funny now, but it wasn't too great that day. Our hearts were heavy, we could barely function right. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So, that's how death is like... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So sudden...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So surreal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So sorrowful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It's not like we haven't had anyone we knew die before. It's just that this time was different. They were our age. They were&amp;nbsp;our friends.&amp;nbsp;We were supposed to grow old together, have our reunion one day, and share about each other's accomplishments and challenges. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So anyway, that was my week two weeks ago. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I'm fine now. If only I was able to go to the wake and the funeral, I would've been more than fine because at least for the final moments, I was able to see them. Fate has been harsh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;--I'm happy to have friends, though. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And on a last note, I will see them again. I don't know when, but our reunion will be wherever the angels are...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and God will be our witness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;lt;3 Love to the nth power,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mhaby (CSA Batch 2k6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Sama-sama tayong lilipad...mga kabataan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5292889188447328708?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5292889188447328708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5292889188447328708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5292889188447328708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5292889188447328708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/new-perspective.html' title='A New Perspective'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TMDiUM228EI/AAAAAAAAAF0/42QdGGDb13Y/s72-c/AA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8021742711462142229</id><published>2010-10-01T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:32:53.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So... maybe part 2 isn't gonna happen.</title><content type='html'>As usual, I failed to keep my promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, if it were really important, I would have done what I said I would do! Anyway, today is Friday, we didn't have classes (St. Francis Day). You gotta love Catholic institutions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, recap for this week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get the grades that I hoped I had. Okay, I'm getting used to it, so less disappointment. I'm still trying to figure out what the heck's wrong with me, but I'm beginning to think that nothing is really wrong with me -- it's just my mindset is screwing me over, and that I haven't really changed. I just can't accept the fact that I'm not naturally good at anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sounded pessimistic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, negativity aside (before people label me as 'in need of professional help' LOL). I finished the first season of Cake Boss! It's a fun reality show about Buddy and his crew making extraordinary cakes :) I wish one day, I could eat cakes like those. I bet they're expensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, I have a full schedule ahead of me (hopefully). I have a potential interview on October 8 -- I HOPE I GET AN INTERVIEW (pretty please, divine beings whom I call God, Mama Mary, and the heavenly angels and prohets). And, of course, if ever I do get the interview -- I hope to Almighty God that I get the J-O-B! (I'll probably sell my soul to the Church on Sabbath day). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day before, however, I also have an event to go to -- the CPA panel at Herbein's. I hope that would be productive. I really, really like wearing business clothes (except I don't really have nice ones). It's a free-reception event with newly-hired CPAs/accountants who'll talk about their transition from college to the workplace (I've got to hear this!). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, the officer induction ceremony for PBL also commenced this week, Tuesday. That was fun. As usual, I made like a kid. I hope I didn't annoy anyone. If ever I did, sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that's it for today, I just started watching Psych. Seems interesting and funnny. I love shows like these. Gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys (whoever you are out there!) SHOUT OUT TO RA MASA!!! Thanks for stopping by for the last entry! Love you, dude!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8021742711462142229?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8021742711462142229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8021742711462142229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8021742711462142229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8021742711462142229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-maybe-part-2-isnt-gonna-happen.html' title='So... maybe part 2 isn&apos;t gonna happen.'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1963446565767056513</id><published>2010-09-27T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-01T17:19:52.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carwash, etc.</title><content type='html'>Hi eich-tee-em-why-tee-you-ers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't able to update on a lot of stuff about the past week, so here I am, at work, blogging about my life last week. Fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, last week wasn't a blast, as usual. It's actually kind of a blur to me right now. I feel that time passed rather quickly, but nothing productive REALLY happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the first meeting of PBL commenced. I had a major test in advanced accounting, which I bombed-- 82 isn't my best grade, you know. But, on the bright side, I had an 81 in intermediate accounting and then jumped to a 98 on the second. If I do that again, my 3rd exam would be a make or break one. I think I did badly on my third one last semester. Dumb moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's skip to Friday. I learned what my grade was. A.S. and I went to the theatre meeting because it was beautiful and dry outside (unlike today). On Saturday I went to Shady Maple Smorgasbord with J.P. and her boyfriend. That was an interesting outing. I concluded to my self that he's kind of not my kind of person to be close friends&amp;nbsp;with, but I'm glad he and J.P. get along well. Plus, I met J.P.'s wonderful parents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I went to the carwash with my club at Metro Bank in Wyo. Fun, fun day--and I'm not even sarcastic. We washed about 14 cars, and it was worth it despite the heat. M.C. and I grabbed cold drinks at Starbox (pun). After the carwash, AS, PV, and I went to Burger King and ate almost nothing (french fries and some drinks). We just chatted the whole time we were there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MD and I texted. He's a douche, as usual. I'm not even sure why I&amp;nbsp;try to be friends with him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.. this entry has to have a part 2 since I'm busy. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go. Part 2 coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1963446565767056513?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1963446565767056513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1963446565767056513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1963446565767056513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1963446565767056513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/carwash-etc.html' title='Carwash, etc.'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4919420220940276439</id><published>2010-09-19T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:20:32.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Week Recap</title><content type='html'>This week is finally over (I know, Sunday is the first day of the week technically, but cut me some slack, I can't rewind time). I'll just have a quick recap of my week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: I was with the crush in one room -- coz we work together (the possibility of someone seeing this is 0,&amp;nbsp; since no one here really knows that I have a blog, not even my closest friends-- and nobody here really likes reading, anyway). I didn't have fun with the crush because we had jobs to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: I read for my friends' scriptwriting class. It was fun. I totally almost ruined it because I was too pissed with a person whom I dare not text or talk to ever! (I am being childish, and that's not what matters anymore. Being a douche, even with a dose of humor, isn't really on top of my list of nice). Plus,&amp;nbsp;I found out my math quiz grade - 14 out of 25. Not the best day of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3: Still kinda thinking about the day before. The implication of this is bad. Lack of focus and lack of motivation. I went to the Theatre meeting today, and I heard that the Dr. Nate&amp;nbsp;was being difficult in one of his classes. He's been so impatient lately, and I'm not really sure why--I'm glad that I don't have to deal with it much. I also learned that M.G. doesn't like bananas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 4: Math&amp;nbsp;test! I&amp;nbsp;think I passed that.&amp;nbsp;The week&amp;nbsp;improved on this day. The guy&amp;nbsp;whom I got pissed off at wasn't around. He&amp;nbsp;was in our second class together, but I did not&amp;nbsp;interact with&amp;nbsp;him in any way.&amp;nbsp;Mr. K told that&amp;nbsp;I seem to have been&amp;nbsp;slacking&amp;nbsp;this semester, which I&amp;nbsp;don't think I am, but I am lagging behind because of some reasons. I&amp;nbsp;diagnosed myself as having senioritis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 5: I&amp;nbsp;handed in my Klooster stuff. Unfortunately, my numbers did not balance for some reason. It makes me wonder.&amp;nbsp;I have to check what I did wrong someday. Not good at all since I was the&amp;nbsp;one who told J.A. what to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 6: Leadership&amp;nbsp;Conference, and four&amp;nbsp;hours of work. I was alone for the most part, but TR was there for the first hour. At least I had someone to talk to for an hour. The&amp;nbsp;pasta salad wasn't good at all. Tom the speaker was awesome though. He made me want to live in New York.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days 7: Today. I did all my written homework for&amp;nbsp;tomorrow. I need to do some studying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's it for this week. I hope to have a better week starting tomorrow. Not my turn to drive, but it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank Kitkat for the words:&amp;nbsp;quidnunc and sesquipedalian.&amp;nbsp;I've been using them for some time--not many chances to do so though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Wish me luck, person-who's-reading-this.&lt;br /&gt;:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;Mhaby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4919420220940276439?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4919420220940276439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4919420220940276439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4919420220940276439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4919420220940276439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/week-recap.html' title='Week Recap'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1360808569455474630</id><published>2010-09-19T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T17:03:26.787-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search is Not Over, Just Postponed</title><content type='html'>I am currently working on my Strategic Management project that is due on Monday. I am almost there, but I do not know what else to do, honestly. Then I have the Corporate Finance exercise that I have to submit ASAP as well. Argh. It is another tedious thing, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1360808569455474630?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1360808569455474630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1360808569455474630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1360808569455474630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1360808569455474630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/search-is-not-over-just-postponed.html' title='The Search is Not Over, Just Postponed'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-9173112054223138111</id><published>2010-09-13T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T17:46:42.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny Thing Happened-- at work today</title><content type='html'>So I worked 3-7. It's a Monday. Ideally, it should be a great work day because of-- reasons. However, for some bizarre circumstance-- I am not satisfied. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is this one thing that I asked the Divines for-- and that one thing I asked was definitely not going to happen. Eh-ver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I had a Plan B... Ha! I don't have one, so poor me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I fibbed. I have mixed feelings now... I don't know if it is a bad thing or a good thing to have a change of heart. My brain says it's a GOOD thing, but my heart says it's not... OR is it the other way around??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo... I don't have any news for you other than I already handed in my graduation application... YAY me! And, that I... don't have anything else to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word of the day: quidnunc - noun - means busybody --or knows everybody's business (?!)&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo (reference from Gossip Girl -- ha! (not a fan, but that is a catchy sign out) ) &lt;br /&gt;Mariiiiaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-9173112054223138111?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/9173112054223138111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=9173112054223138111' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/9173112054223138111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/9173112054223138111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/funny-thing-happened-at-work-today.html' title='A Funny Thing Happened-- at work today'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-6294786088117615179</id><published>2010-09-12T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:35:27.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PBL</title><content type='html'>Hey, folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my Alvernia peeps (friends) are reading this. Well, in case you are: Lemme give a huge SHOUT OUT to all BUSINESS MAJORS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be a meeting at BH 213 2:20 pm on September 21st. We still have more than a week to go, but just in case you're reading this... might as well remind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the historian for PBL Acad Year 2010-2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in charge of the annual report at the end of the year, which we present at the state conference, and of course, hope for the best that we win again. We usually always win, but because I am a jinxed child-- you know the rest of the story. I will try my best, however. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, for upcoming projects of PBL: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have none yet, that I know of, so far except for the upcoming car wash on the 25th. The venue will be the usual Metro Bank @ Perkiomen Ave (I believe-- but I should check with them again). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upcoming major events will be announced at the first meeting, the officers, current members, and current advisers are looking forward to a fun and exciting year of PBL 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for reading this entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Signing out, &lt;br /&gt;Historian- Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-6294786088117615179?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/6294786088117615179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=6294786088117615179' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6294786088117615179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/6294786088117615179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/pbl.html' title='PBL'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-571497759939228439</id><published>2010-09-12T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T15:27:19.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Project...</title><content type='html'>Strategic management project: Costco Wholesales, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to put it together, but I realized that I have a lot more to learn. A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no idea what I'm doing, and I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to figure it out by the end of the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like projects like these, though... if only I were sharp enough. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a mentor. I badly need a mentor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-571497759939228439?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/571497759939228439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=571497759939228439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/571497759939228439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/571497759939228439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/project.html' title='The Project...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7302359313384101338</id><published>2010-09-11T17:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T17:12:37.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing now?</title><content type='html'>I am currently working on my Strategic Management project-- Costco Wholesales, Inc. I think it's fun except that I have no idea how to put it together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7302359313384101338?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7302359313384101338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7302359313384101338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7302359313384101338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7302359313384101338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/what-am-i-doing-now.html' title='What am I doing now?'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7921284499886223895</id><published>2010-09-09T20:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T20:46:57.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>Dear Peeps,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news... I failed a Math quiz. It's just a first, but I'm getting there. I need to really pay attention this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7921284499886223895?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7921284499886223895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7921284499886223895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7921284499886223895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7921284499886223895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4509619466386578523</id><published>2010-09-07T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T19:56:56.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why am I even here?</title><content type='html'>I've been in front of my PC for hours now. Suddenly, questions like: "What am I doing?", "Why am I here?", "Why do I keep staring at my facebook page?", "Who am I looking for on FB?" pop up in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sheesh...&amp;nbsp; I wanna stop the insanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm just trying to let my thoughts of my work crush go. It's still kinda stuck in my head. It's not even funny. I'd rather not like anyone than not be productive at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, here I am again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, that's not true. I like liking someone except that it's too annoying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Am. Annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I wanna sleep, but my brain isn't letting me, so what should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stare at the ceiling until my eyelids close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarcasm never solves anything, but it can be funny sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study my Spanish because I have a quiz tomorrow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to sleep and shut up now. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maaaarrrriiiiaaaaa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4509619466386578523?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4509619466386578523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4509619466386578523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4509619466386578523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4509619466386578523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-am-i-even-here.html' title='Why am I even here?'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5666466055079267124</id><published>2010-09-07T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T14:16:53.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High school days...</title><content type='html'>This is not literally about high school days...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's about me acting like a high school girl (or even middle school girl) today. The. Whole. Day. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, raving about my new crush: work crush! And, me, getting all giddy about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't help that someone announced it in my accounting class. Ugh. The humiliation!!!&lt;br /&gt;I hate him right now! hahaha... (a loving-kinda hate... hehe... we're like family)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My resolution is: tomorrow... I am only going to rave about my new crush to two of my best people. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jess and Trevs. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to stfu now because I talk too much. I'm gonna be found out! Not that I mind, but hey... there's no thrill being found out. ;-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Lots,&lt;br /&gt;Mariaaaa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5666466055079267124?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5666466055079267124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5666466055079267124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5666466055079267124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5666466055079267124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/high-school-days.html' title='High school days...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7515240742850292929</id><published>2010-09-06T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T14:10:03.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want that job!</title><content type='html'>On another note...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not lagging behind my acads. So, that is not the reason why I'm succumbing to society and its perks.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just saying that I'm letting go of my uptightness, and plus! I have a dream job now!!!&lt;br /&gt;I want it badly.&lt;br /&gt;Public accounting firm, I adore you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What&amp;nbsp;firm, you ask?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not really sure if I could disclose it, really. It might just jeopardize my chances of a job there. I'll name it after the application process. :-)&lt;br /&gt;I'll be handing in the requirements tomorrow, and then the waiting starts! :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I don't like waiting long. :-(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep yah posted!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7515240742850292929?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7515240742850292929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7515240742850292929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7515240742850292929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7515240742850292929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-that-job.html' title='I want that job!'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-7762917603784341507</id><published>2010-09-06T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T13:57:46.101-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reiterating...</title><content type='html'>Ngayon ko lang napansin:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been blogging about the "new ME" for several entries now.&lt;br /&gt;I just realized na it's beginning to sound like a broken record.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, folks, I don't mean to. It's just that I keep forgetting somehow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out, though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-7762917603784341507?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/7762917603784341507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=7762917603784341507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7762917603784341507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/7762917603784341507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/reiterating.html' title='Reiterating...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1004690614992164124</id><published>2010-09-06T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T15:07:31.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>Thank you, Portia, for the idea of 'code names'. = )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wonder why I haven't thought of code names when I was once a code-name girl myself back in my&amp;nbsp;elementary days. Almost everyone had a code name that only my friends and I knew about. Those silly girl moments. Now that I think about it, I think it'll be fun to go back to those days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That aside, I have a new crush. His name I won't disclose for the fear of exposure (LOL! no one ever reads my blogs!). However, from this time onwards, I'm gonna call him: "work crush" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't really call him "office crush" since it's not technically an office, and I don't feel my work to be an office. I could, however, call him "desk crush," but that doesn't appeal to me. "Work crush" is a more straightforward term, and I could easily have a crush at work and outside of work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, lemme describe him for a bit. Well, he's obviously someone I see at work. He's nice, he has a nice smile, he's cute, and he seems smart-- and quiet. I seldom find guys like that-- the last ones were my last two exes. HAHA. Obviously those didn't work out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a period of time (3 years), I haven't been interested in boys (high school vibe much). I keep dodging relationship questions and stories except&amp;nbsp;with my closest friends: Cath, Jon, AC, Jolly, Jay, Cha -- to name some. Now, I'm ready. Like I said in my YM (Yahoo Messenger) stat: I'm way past the yellow light and I'm now done with the red... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have crushes now. I welcome hints. It's like being in high school--except I've never flirted in high school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that said, I'm welcoming a life that fits me. I'm 20 for Pete's sake! I'm done with "setting aside," and I'm off to "where life takes me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:-) And now on to my next entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-m&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1004690614992164124?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1004690614992164124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1004690614992164124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1004690614992164124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1004690614992164124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5458050811198674573</id><published>2010-09-06T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T10:04:21.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graphic Designing</title><content type='html'>I need to set some changes and personalize my sites. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone really needs to teach me graphic designing!!!!!!!!! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5458050811198674573?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5458050811198674573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5458050811198674573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5458050811198674573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5458050811198674573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/graphic-designing.html' title='Graphic Designing'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-173669546656580630</id><published>2010-09-02T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T17:54:13.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brain's All Rusty...</title><content type='html'>It's all in the title -- my brain is not functioning well, but it has been getting better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my brain. My brain is my buddy, but can be annoying sometimes. We have this love-hate relationship, but I am working hard to make this relationship work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll write again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-173669546656580630?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/173669546656580630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=173669546656580630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/173669546656580630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/173669546656580630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-brains-all-rusty.html' title='My Brain&apos;s All Rusty...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5768932880528184811</id><published>2010-08-25T19:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T19:59:42.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The start of a new semester...</title><content type='html'>All I can say is... I'm still having fun :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's tiring, I'm still getting used to it a lot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hang out with my friends for a VERY long time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I need to get a life, but I already have one, thank you very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love our new lounge. LOVE IT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my old friends, though-- Philippine friends and theatre friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if we all lived happily ever after, it would've been a lot better. HOWEVER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;things really can go wrong sometimes... and that'a all there is to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and btw, I need to change my work schedule... add 2 more hours to it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5768932880528184811?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5768932880528184811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5768932880528184811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5768932880528184811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5768932880528184811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/start-of-new-semester.html' title='The start of a new semester...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8168724212998798712</id><published>2010-08-24T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T19:29:53.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Got the beep :)</title><content type='html'>After a few hours of waiting, I got it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll admit, I got really frustrated (poor phone), but I kept telling myself that it's not even worth the wait, and that I should just move on and do some school work. I did for a while, and then I ended up texting my cousin's girlfriend. We texted for a couple of minutes and then just when I was expecting her reply, it was his! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least my pride wasn't beaten down today. That's what matters to me more than anything, although it shouldn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus! He texted last. :) Pride points for me! Wooo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong, though. I don't like him. I just wanna be friends. I know... "that's what they all say..." however, seriously, I mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SMH. mhaby. saitou miharu &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8168724212998798712?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8168724212998798712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8168724212998798712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8168724212998798712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8168724212998798712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/got-beep.html' title='Got the beep :)'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8554590186248221429</id><published>2010-08-24T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:57:09.651-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm waiting for that beep...</title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for that beep, that sound that goes off when you receive a text message. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for an hour now. Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is ridiculous. I decided to give way, to open up my feelings to love, to be more open-minded about relationships and whatnot, but what do I get?? Anxiety, and basically, nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, I'm not assuming anything with this guy. He just wanted to be friends, and I let him be. He texted me frequently, and I texted back. He drunk texted me once, and I teased him about it. He teases me at school, and I could care less. We're friends, classmates, and nothing more. What's different is that now, I'm actually opening up to playing with guys. I compliment them, I talk to them, I make jokes with them, unlike before. Before, I kept to myself. They teased me, I teased them back once, and then I keep quiet and pretend I don't hear anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't walk with them, I avoid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time around, I tried to be friendlier with this guy... I walked with him outside class, and he distances himself. I invited him to sit around with me in between classes, he doesn't text back (after he teases me about wanting to hang out with him. LOL.) what a joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand squat about boys anymore, and I guess, I should just go with the flow. Whatever it takes, wherever the road takes me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done with figuring out and being cautious. I'm just ready to be swept away. That's all. Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shin min hee, tao lin, saitou miharu :: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MHABY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8554590186248221429?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8554590186248221429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8554590186248221429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8554590186248221429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8554590186248221429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/im-waiting-for-that-beep.html' title='I&apos;m waiting for that beep...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8549487351379178335</id><published>2010-08-16T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T19:04:50.231-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Guaranteed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;i can't speak from my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but i knew from the start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that you and i together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;will beat all odds forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may be wrong for now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;let me go, i'll take a bow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;call me crazy, call me naive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll take it all before i leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;send me out, i'll understand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;even when it rains, i'll stay, i'll stand&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;hate me now, okay, it's fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;but keep in mind, i had a spine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i may seem mad, but no, i'm not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's not like i asked to tie the knot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'm just confident our love will last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;unlike all others i had in the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8549487351379178335?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8549487351379178335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8549487351379178335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8549487351379178335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8549487351379178335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/love-guaranteed.html' title='Love Guaranteed'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5395142970566582701</id><published>2010-08-09T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T15:12:10.161-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Files</title><content type='html'>I was playing around with my PC's system, and to my surprise, I found some buried treasure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My PC has been around for 3 years now. I have been here in the States for 3 years. Nakakatuwa yung mga finds ko! HAHA. I won't post them all, obviously, but I will post the ones I find really surprising (para saken).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot HAS changed, according to me. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2007:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8110e1eb1076a394" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8110e1eb1076a394%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D129877FC8FBF0C66A424F036B68E931998FFC35F.61E3BEAE1DFE9D06A3D438C924E5A87388F052C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8110e1eb1076a394%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBXm165jKgJIAO0LUMC3N72mSd4w&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8110e1eb1076a394%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331713403%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D129877FC8FBF0C66A424F036B68E931998FFC35F.61E3BEAE1DFE9D06A3D438C924E5A87388F052C6%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8110e1eb1076a394%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DBXm165jKgJIAO0LUMC3N72mSd4w&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;First week in the States! Mahaba pa hair ko, rebonded a week ago before this vid. Obviously amazed sa webcam. HAHA.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That's it for now. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll post for more cool finds.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;-mabelle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5395142970566582701?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5395142970566582701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5395142970566582701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5395142970566582701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5395142970566582701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/old-files.html' title='Old Files'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-9170710504271422380</id><published>2010-08-07T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T19:26:41.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call... Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TF4VNbq0GUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uOSxDIvuM14/s1600/DSC_0188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502859115203139906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TF4VNbq0GUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uOSxDIvuM14/s200/DSC_0188.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; My PC hasn't been working right when it comes to thumbnails, so I don't really have a preview every time I upload pics. This was randomly picked: meet my fave bear--Christmas Bear! Advance Bear-y Christmas, Friends!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't wait 'til tomorrow to blog.&lt;br /&gt;I have several things in mind:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I need to make a list of things that I wish to have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List:&lt;br /&gt;a. A sony digital camera (i.e. Cybershot).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I already have a DSLR, but I realized that the older I get, the less things I want to carry when going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;b. A video camera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I just got to have one! It can be really handy you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;c. Perfume, new tops (blouses), and other new stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I obviously want to spend except I don't have the money to do so. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next thing I wanna share is my agenda for tomorrow:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOLUNTEERING for GOGGLEWORKS again! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a one-year hiatus, I'll be back! I haven't even stepped through those doors since! I'm kinda excited. I hope it'll be fun, even though management has changed. Only the Lord knows what will happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung nakaya ko dati, makakaya ko pa rin ngayon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta go now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-9170710504271422380?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/9170710504271422380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=9170710504271422380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/9170710504271422380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/9170710504271422380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/call-part-2.html' title='Call... Part 2'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TF4VNbq0GUI/AAAAAAAAAFc/uOSxDIvuM14/s72-c/DSC_0188.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8831823214107312640</id><published>2010-08-07T16:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:40:50.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call for Optimism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TF3ubDqyoMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mDhsZwiLmZE/s1600/CSC_0183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502816468325277890" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TF3ubDqyoMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mDhsZwiLmZE/s200/CSC_0183.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Get that sometimes you fail to realize all the wonders in life that happened to you recently? I heard they're called 'blessings.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, I have a lot to be thankful for. I can't really say it here because for one, I do forget; two, I'm even thankful for the littlest of things and things that some people don't find worth thanking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, I would like this opportunity to say THANK YOU for all the blessings given to me--may it be the things I got, recognitions I received, or the people I met and already have in my life. A simple thanks can make a humungous difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cliche, but we all need a little reminder from time to time, don't we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I have some noteworthy 'quotes in my head' this time. I always seem to forget to either write it down or just merely remember it, so I only have one today:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Most people reach their full potential under pressure."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if someone gives you a lot of things to do or think about, just think of it as a thoughtful act of pushing you to your limits through challenges that put you on the edge, and make your mind work like hell. It usually works out great in the end. You're exhausted from it all, but you survived--and voila! isn't it great to have something to be proud of? Hard work and determination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for now.&lt;br /&gt;Have a wonderful day, everyone! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8831823214107312640?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8831823214107312640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8831823214107312640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8831823214107312640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8831823214107312640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/call-for-optimism.html' title='Call for Optimism'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TF3ubDqyoMI/AAAAAAAAAFU/mDhsZwiLmZE/s72-c/CSC_0183.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-179167479137488277</id><published>2010-08-06T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:34:16.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Fun with Fam 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TFzJDgTylnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zu_SpF6HswQ/s1600/me+with+kids.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502493906789635698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TFzJDgTylnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zu_SpF6HswQ/s200/me+with+kids.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Me with the kids. Don't be deceived, I was actually pretty thrilled to be there. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First visit of West Coast relatives here in our little East Coast house. It's been a few fun-filled days, two weeks to be exact, with two batch of families, both on my mom's side. It would have been more exciting if they came at the same time. The bigger, the better; the more, the merrier!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First week, the Oclarinos. Fun, yet tiring. There were two adorable kids namely Jessa May and Jeremiah. Both very interesting, and well-behaved at most. They're great kids. I was the designated babysitter at the time, which I didn't mind. Even my lack of love of kids did not hinder my hidden talent in babysitting. LOL. I had fun, really! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We went to several places: French Creek, the Pagoda, Chocolate World, Bistro, Franklin (Virginia), Virginia Beach, and that's basically it. It's a lot for me already, though. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Second week, the Bernads.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TFzHeU0CyRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5sH0Sfu6PgA/s1600/chocolate+world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 136px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502492168536901906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TFzHeU0CyRI/AAAAAAAAAFE/5sH0Sfu6PgA/s200/chocolate+world.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; Chocolate Factory with the Bernads spell F-U-N. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Well, we also went to the same places almost: Pagoda, Choc World, Amish, and then NY and NJ places. The last day was not a good one for me. I had such a fit. I just hate being in a place full of drunk, partying people with no escape (no car, no public transpo, in the middle of nowhere). It freaks me out big time--regardless whether they're family or not. I'm really not a fan of people hurling and falling everywhere. There's a reason why I don't drink--aside from the fact that I'm allergic to Vodka. LOL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Overall, I really, really had so much fun, I almost did not do my homework for my online classes. It was tiring, yet fulfilling. I love being with family once in a while. I'm not very outgoing, so 'once in a while' is good enough for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;That's it for now, my hands have cramps from all the typing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;-mabelle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&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/5770832351362619385-179167479137488277?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/179167479137488277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=179167479137488277' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/179167479137488277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/179167479137488277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/summer-fun-with-fam-2010.html' title='Summer Fun with Fam 2010'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ourYbawzlBU/TFzJDgTylnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/zu_SpF6HswQ/s72-c/me+with+kids.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4725629176409095702</id><published>2010-08-06T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T16:36:05.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog News:</title><content type='html'>I just read one of the most beautifully-written Filipino blogs by a Filipina of my generation...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's spotlight is on Portia Silva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know her personally, but I could tell some general facts about her:&lt;br /&gt;She is a friend of a batchmate of mine in Colegio San Agustin-Binan. At first, I wasn't very interested about her. Generally, I'm not very interested with people whom I do not know personally anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, this morning, in an instant-message conversation with another batchmate, I learned that he also knew Portia. When more than one friend mention someone whom I do not know, but seem to be popular, that's when I get kind of curious. So, like I usually do when I'm bored, I googled her a couple of minutes ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my friends, she graduated from Ateneo de Manila University. She was a writer in Candy Magazine, was a host or correspondent in a UAAP segment (sorry, I'm not very familiar with Philippine sports), and is a very cool girl. According to Google search, she has a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read a few of her entries, and man was I amazed! Perfect English, concise, and full of enthusiasm. Her writing is very mature and professional, her paragraph transitions flow nicely, and her topics, even those about her life (i.e. her family, her friends, and herself), are quite interesting. I don't find it arrogant or highfalutin. No wonder she has credentials like she has--not to mention, she's also very pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if my entry has not convinced you enough of her awesomeness, why not check her out yourself: &lt;a href="http://stargirlportia.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://stargirlportia.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it would entertain you to some degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a shame that law school doesn't attract her because she would be perfect for it. I would have gone if I had communication skills as good as hers. However, she deserves to choose whatever interests her the best. I look forward to reading her articles in big magazines in the future. I'm pretty sure that time is just around the corner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mabelle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4725629176409095702?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4725629176409095702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4725629176409095702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4725629176409095702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4725629176409095702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/08/blog-news.html' title='Blog News:'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8087407867564466777</id><published>2010-07-17T12:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T12:56:51.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-A-H-R-E-N-H-E-I-T</title><content type='html'>sensya sa misspelling... :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8087407867564466777?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8087407867564466777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8087407867564466777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8087407867564466777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8087407867564466777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/07/f-h-r-e-n-h-e-i-t.html' title='F-A-H-R-E-N-H-E-I-T'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1025127034006149741</id><published>2010-07-07T18:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T18:39:46.005-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts...</title><content type='html'>First-year death anniversary ngayon ng lola ko sa dad side! (insert smiley).&lt;br /&gt;Not really sure kung happy smiley or sad. Happy ako, kasi less hirap for my lola; sad ako, kasi no more quality time for us. And, also, no more big reason to go back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyway, enough of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the things I let go on my 20th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My hair. (Gupit ni mama, but I like it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Well, as of today, humaba na sya ng mga 2 inches. Papagupit ulit ako before school starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. My theatre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I have been planning this for ages, and it's not really "letting go," but more of "not continuing." Take note, I haven't been doing theatre for long. Just a couple of years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. My blaming myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-And, I do it a lot. I'm letting that go na rin since it's very tiring to constantly blaming myself--it just causes more mistakes lang naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. My comparing myself to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I'm not gonna elaborate that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. My best friend. (na girl)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Same. Not gonna elaborate. Irreconcilable differences. I have a lot of friends naman who are better. It's just the formality of a &lt;em&gt;best &lt;/em&gt;friend.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that's it.&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super init lately. Farenheit: hundreds na ang temp... I'm guessing that's a little below the 40s in centigrade. Very hot. Wala akong aircon sa kotse for the past few months-- problem? Operational error. In short: my ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's taken care of. Thanks, John from Savage sa Pottsville Pike...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, people... I almost crashed today. I'm still alive, though.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gusto kong makagawa ng homemade noodles in the next few days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made my first KIMCHI attempt. Almost successful, except for the fact na nadamihan ko ng asin. I'll do better next time.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One ethics class done, another one to go--online class sya. Convenient, but I can't say if it's worth it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(don't wanna check my grades yet...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goal: Summa cum laude.&lt;br /&gt;GPA: 3.88/4.00 **might have lowered pero sana hindi.&lt;br /&gt;Goal: at least 3.90 **konti na lang!!! aaahh~&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na akong work = no money coming in = worthless. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today!!! xoxo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1025127034006149741?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1025127034006149741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1025127034006149741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1025127034006149741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1025127034006149741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/07/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-8704817081161850732</id><published>2010-06-24T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:42:23.437-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaced Out, Yet Again</title><content type='html'>At the midst of all the talk about the Eight Beatitudes and the meek who shall inherit the earth, I was on my own little paradise again. In the 30-second duration of roaming around the familiar paths of day-dream land, I thought about adoption.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I thought about adopting a child by 24. It's odd, but I just wanted to get it out there just in case na gawin ko talaga, at least may babalikan akong babasahin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tipong -- ahhh.. matagal ko na pala tong plinano-- parang ganun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hehe. Anyway, update lang yun for today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Syempre, sinabi ko sa mom ko, kasi hindi ko mapigilan... lagi na lang ako nagkakamali ng move. Paalala niyo nga saken na wag sabihin sa mom ang mga plano sa life. Lagi na lang kontra, e. What's wrong with adopting ba before I marry... AND WHAT'S WRONG WITH ADOPTING IN GENERAL?!...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can about it is, whatever "side-effects" there are with adopting-- coincidences lang yun... it's not effing proven... it's pure luck. You could either get a Ted Bundy, the serial killer, (who I don't think was really adopted, but he probably was... must research) or a Steve Jobs, the technology mogul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-maby&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-8704817081161850732?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/8704817081161850732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=8704817081161850732' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8704817081161850732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/8704817081161850732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/06/spaced-out-yet-again.html' title='Spaced Out, Yet Again'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2266425328037251336</id><published>2010-06-23T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T07:12:38.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-cap from yesterday and then some</title><content type='html'>Debate? Check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we had a pretty good turn out at the debate. No one won, but I felt that I lost a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, aside from the unfortunate fact that I always feel bad or guilty with whatever I do, I also hate arguments and I hate it when I don't have the option to stay quiet. Being quiet just gives me the sense of security, and lessens my chances of committing mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is a bad case of paranoia. And, yes, it is a bad habit to remain passive. It's not that I don't care, though. It just seems that way because I don't say anything. But when I'm asked, I say what I think. I just can't form the ideas when placed on the spot. Also, I am neither focused nor eloquent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough of my putting myself down again section.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's now go on to some news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard some stuff about a Gen. McCarthy on the news. According to what I understand so far, he is one of the commanders (or probably the top commander) of the troops in Afghanistan. He was pulled out to attend something (I guess an important meeting) in Washington, D.C. The issue that he is in involves insubordination. Apparently, he went against V.P. Biden about something (or said some disrespectful things). Well, the verdict is not out yet, but people say that it would be a case of insubordination therefore he might get replaced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion: None. I don't have enough information to come to a conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big news!!! [My] South Korea team got in the final 16 (with the help of Argentina, of course). SK had a draw with Nigeria. It was a thrilling game, and it would have been a clean game, if only the players didn't do much drama. I would say that Nigeria would have won the Emmy's for this one. I always thought that SK played clean, but I think I saw some acting here and there as well (I might also be wrong).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My opinion: It's sad that I wasn't able to watch the game. I was checking the scores every 10 minutes or so on ESPN.com while waiting for work to end, and while studying for my debate. I was also hoping for a win there, but I'll take a draw. If Greece had won yesterday... Korea would not have had a chance. Argentina had 6, Greece had 3, Korea had 3, and Nigeria had 0. Every win costs 3 points, draw 1, and lose 0. So, in the end, Korea had 4, Argentina 9, and Nigeria didn't exit with none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have two teams to root for in the finals. Argentina and SK. One more team to go--GO TEAM USA! Btw, they're playing today. As far as I know, they've been going on for 10 minutes now... Sadly, I'm at work, my dad's at work, and my mom doesn't have the slightest interest in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to have ESPN.com. Technology can be useful sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's it for now. I have to stop slacking and get on with my work. Currently, I have unidentified pictures right here, and I'm figuring out the names and dates... Tedious, but kind of necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best wishes,&lt;br /&gt;M.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2266425328037251336?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2266425328037251336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2266425328037251336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2266425328037251336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2266425328037251336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/06/re-cap-from-yesterday-and-then-some.html' title='Re-cap from yesterday and then some'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-2190100392927838466</id><published>2010-06-21T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T19:53:48.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That to which is what the meaning of life is... a.k.a. I need to clean my room</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is the day of my group's debate in my philosophy class.&lt;br /&gt;Exciting? Yes. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after that, it's almost a stress-free PHI for me. Plus the fact that it is also my last week of full-time library work-study assignment... Ahhh... 6 weeks went by just like that. Isn't it amazing how days fly by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next week, I have 2-3 days left of work, just to make up for the hours that I lost in the 6 weeks. (Sayang din yung extra minimum wage income... ;-p )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to blog about things that are more serious than this, but I guess my mind is not working. And at times I think clearly--I do other more productive things like: homework, games, movies, cleaning my room...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of cleaning my room. I did it once this month! My room was &lt;em&gt;amazing&lt;/em&gt;, people!&lt;br /&gt;My room wasn't that tidy for MANY months.&lt;br /&gt;Well, a tidy room only lasts so long for me...&lt;br /&gt;MY ROOM IS BACK TO NORMAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes, papers, mail, magazines on the floor and on the bed--everywhere... a disaster to you, but normal to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it for today... Gotta prep for my debate. Wish me luck, people who actually read this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--hype is not my style {@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-2190100392927838466?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/2190100392927838466/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=2190100392927838466' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2190100392927838466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/2190100392927838466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/06/that-to-which-is-what-meaning-of-life.html' title='That to which is what the meaning of life is... a.k.a. I need to clean my room'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-4607470043165891541</id><published>2010-06-11T10:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T18:27:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feedback to Previous Entry</title><content type='html'>Okay, I just read my last blog again, and all I can say is I could barely remember writing that entry. Funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a pretty good reflection, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to give my feedback on my soul-searching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have been researching schools, and I have been going to different websites back and forth. I have also invaded discussion boards and forums (like there is a difference between the two).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, I haven't found the school that I definitely like, and if I did like the program, I don't have the funds for it. So, I decided, again, to put off the med school for a couple of years, just enough time so I could save some money. But I did find some interesting information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that physicians are definitely in demand. It's a shame.&lt;br /&gt;I'll post all about it next entry if I have enough motivation to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao for now, though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-4607470043165891541?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/4607470043165891541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=4607470043165891541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4607470043165891541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/4607470043165891541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/06/feedback-to-previous-entry.html' title='Feedback to Previous Entry'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-1866707892528218457</id><published>2010-05-27T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T05:36:50.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Road to Further Reflection</title><content type='html'>These past few days, I've been thinking about life in general: like, what I want to do after undergrad, what I need to prepare for, what path do I need to take, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people tell me that they just go with the flow, and that it is not something that I should worry about or think too much about. I agree with them. However, as time goes by, there are things that I need to figure out soon such as: should I take the GREs (Graduate Record Examinations)? Should I take the CPA exams? Should I suck up to the professors whom I am sure I can get very good recommendation letters from? Or, should I just wait until after I graduate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, option 3 is not really at my best interest. Option 1, however, is an option that I would like to look into. Maybe I should start studying for the GREs. GREs are standardized tests that are often required by graduate schools. In my case, I do not intend to go into an MBA (since I am a business major in accounting) or get a CPA license right after college because one, I do not have much experience in the business world, and my chance for internship-hunting days are almost over; two, I don't think I'd like to stay in that field for long. I decided recently that I want to be a doctor and physically help people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I have to get my undergrad grades as high as I can manage. Aside from that, I have to get my GRE scores to the maximum. Well, maybe not to the maximum, but high enough to get me into a good post-bacc pre-med program. My dilemma is that I have NO experience in the health field at all, but I am hoping to get some when I get into the post-bacc program. My thinking is that it is supposed to be where I build my foundation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that's what I've been doing for the past few days: researching on how to change gears from accounting to medicine, looking for good post-bacc pre-med programs, reading discussion boards, working at the library, doing my philosophy homework, and learning about the GRE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alls I can say is: not bad for a summer soul-searchin'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-1866707892528218457?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/1866707892528218457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=1866707892528218457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1866707892528218457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/1866707892528218457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-road-to-further-reflection.html' title='My Road to Further Reflection'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-5424320385992388473</id><published>2010-05-17T16:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T17:04:44.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revelation</title><content type='html'>"Bakit mo ba kasi sinasara mo sarili mo saken?" -A friend asked me not too long ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question obviously struck me. Actually, I couldn't really answer the question in concrete terms. Siguro puro blahs na lang yung nasabi ko--with no sign of intelligence whatsoever. I couldn't tell what he was thinking at that time. I kept asking him, but he never gave me an answer himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird to be asked a question like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko lang naman sinasara sarili ko sa kanya alone. Sinasara ko sarili ko sa mga guy friends in general. I can't love them more than just friends. I'm not a person who is capable of loving--hindi ako capable of kilig moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like getting hurt emotionally, and the easiest way for me to avoid pain is to either deflect it or to protect myself entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi naman masamang idea, I don't think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not their problem. It's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I'm doing is not only to protect myself, anyway; it's also to protect them, and to protect the friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-5424320385992388473?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/5424320385992388473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=5424320385992388473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5424320385992388473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/5424320385992388473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/05/revelation.html' title='Revelation'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5770832351362619385.post-3430362558938859886</id><published>2010-05-12T23:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T23:14:47.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...entry coming up...</title><content type='html'>soon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5770832351362619385-3430362558938859886?l=htmytu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/feeds/3430362558938859886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5770832351362619385&amp;postID=3430362558938859886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3430362558938859886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5770832351362619385/posts/default/3430362558938859886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://htmytu.blogspot.com/2010/05/entry-coming-up.html' title='...entry coming up...'/><author><name>Mhaby L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01105275649132573080</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-t4Wh6y62nkg/TrVPMQwrZaI/AAAAAAAAAG8/rSjUVxpNRVg/s220/blog%2Bpic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
