<?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-32639782</id><updated>2011-12-30T08:02:02.301+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFEisWEIRD</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-2608012992009201756</id><published>2007-11-18T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T23:47:00.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for michael!</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;pilipinas layout code&lt;br&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;form name="codeform"&gt;&lt;span class="tagfont" onClick="document.codeform.code.select()"&gt;&lt;b&gt;[click this to highlight]&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;textarea class="textcode" style="height:20px;" name="code" readonly onFocus="this.select()"&gt;/* {--friendster-layouts.com css code start--} *//* FRIENDSTER-LAYOUTS.COM *//* Philippine_Explosion by nickastig */ /* PAGE BACKGROUND */body {  background-image: url(http://i200.photobucket.com/albums/aa73/fs-layouts/fslybg2007/08/philippine_explosion.jpg); 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(that's National College Assesment Examination) If I don't pass, I'll only be allowed to take a vocational or any two-year course.. My first choice is Associate in Hotel and Restaurant Management. Huhyz.. But I don't want to make any conclusions. I'll do my best just to pass that god-foresaken exam.. What's weird is, the school I'm going to take an entrance examination for college has an easier test.. This NCAE thing is so crucial that it could change my life. I know it would 'coz the moment I fail, I have to start over being a senior or else I have to take a 2-year course.. And then the moment I graduate, I'm not sure if many companies will have me as an employee. T_T Grr!! I have to study.. and I'm just relaxing myself that's why I went online, even though I have to study.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm very happy because my boyfriend is supporting me. He even gave tutored me on Math.. because that's what kills me the most. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and this was the date that I broke up with my ex last year. Haha! May he rest in fish.. I mean peace.. &gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. I don't have anything to type down. I ran out of thoughts.. Haha!! See you later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-3729546152045540098?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3729546152045540098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=3729546152045540098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/3729546152045540098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/3729546152045540098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/ncae-gawd.html' title='ncae. gawd.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-3208902914121130263</id><published>2007-01-11T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T15:49:19.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>forlorn</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ways to Break a Girl's Heart..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. don't give her gifts of appreciation.&lt;br /&gt;9. ignore her.&lt;br /&gt;8. stop telling her that you love her.&lt;br /&gt;7. keep your distance from her.&lt;br /&gt;6. avoid holding her hand, or any sensual physical contact.&lt;br /&gt;5. start getting linked to other girls.&lt;br /&gt;4. stop asking how she was.&lt;br /&gt;3. avoid having time for her and when she asks why,  tell her that you are busy.&lt;br /&gt;2. when you are together, make her feel that you are cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; and the worst thing that can break a girl's heart is when you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. lie to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl's heart is fragile. When a guy starts courting the girl, he would do anything just to get a hold of her and make her his girl. But when the two of them get hooked up, the girl would do anything to prolong their relationship and keep them in love and together. There are some things a guy does that really captures a girl's heart. Sometimes, it's the things that are not that obvious. 'Great things come in small packages'. A simple smile can make her day. A simple hug can make her week. A simple call can make her month. A simple kiss can make her year. A girl knows better in a replationship. There's no doubt in that. Guys can be unreasonable sometimes, but then the girl understands and forgives him. If your really love a girl, you would &lt;strong&gt;never &lt;/strong&gt;lie to her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-3208902914121130263?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/3208902914121130263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=3208902914121130263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/3208902914121130263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/3208902914121130263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/forlorn.html' title='forlorn'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-7340324326521822211</id><published>2007-01-10T18:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:04:17.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>garcia.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/biboy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/biboy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;biboy. queso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-7340324326521822211?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/7340324326521822211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=7340324326521822211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/7340324326521822211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/7340324326521822211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/garcia.html' title='garcia.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-4824887653581386875</id><published>2007-01-03T17:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-10T18:02:49.819+08:00</updated><title type='text'>chavez.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/miggy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/miggy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;miggy. chocisci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-4824887653581386875?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/4824887653581386875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=4824887653581386875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/4824887653581386875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/4824887653581386875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/miggy.html' title='chavez.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-5596262842078769439</id><published>2007-01-03T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T17:01:47.144+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wandering..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Have you ever felt that you were an inch from death?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have. It was a weird experience but I got through it. It's like your like could've slipped away at that exact moment but it grabbed you so tight that you didn't let it get away. I have been in that situation a lot of times, and I'm only 15. I can describe myself as fragile because one little heart-breaking scenario could cost me my life. I know it's a bit dramatic, and I know I'm too young to be saying these stuff, but then it's me and I have nothing against myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another life-ruining thing that can happen to you any moment is lose the person you love. It's a very complicated feeling. It's like you want to die but then you don't because you want to get back to that person or hold on to your feriends. Loving someone is like wanting to give everything to that person. You cherish him or her everyday. You want to know how his or her day went.. How they were on that day.. If they have eaten their meal or not.. If they are feeling well.. And so on.. In my case, I think I have gone too far. I can't say that I am &lt;em&gt;obsessed&lt;/em&gt; but then it's a very weird feeling. And because of that, I might loose the person I love this very week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gone far enough. I know it. I can cry my heart out but then nothing will happen.. nothing will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that when guys hurt a girl, she'll forgive him right away.. But then when the guy is the one hurt, it might take forever to be forgiven.. I am not blaming anyone. I know it's my fault. But then why has he gone &lt;em&gt;cold&lt;/em&gt;? I can feel from his text messages that he's not that okay with me texting him. I know it's a bit wrong for me to say these things.. but then I think it's the truth. I asked him, and he told me it was okay.. I know it's not. Everytime I reply an 'ok', he wouldn't reply back. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Is it because he doesn't ahev anyting to say anymore? Hmm.. It might be the reason but then he never runs out of anything to say on times we're okay.. On times he's okay with me. I told him I'm not feeling good.. why is it that it's like he doesn't have a care in the world? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;? Even though he's mad doesn't mean that he has to take away his care..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever you're reading, I want to clear that I am not complaining. I am simply pouring out my feelings. Sooner or later I know this blog post will loose it's sense, because I know we'll be okay soon. You're not that harsh. And if you were, you might've broken up with me ages ago. I know you love me, and I love you back. We all make mistakes, let this mistake of mine not ruin the relationship we have. I have learned from this experiance, and I know you have, too. I have said 'sorry' a million times, and I know you're tired of it. I am trying to change. Believe me. I hate myself so much that I want to be somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to die. I don't want to loose the people I have now. I know I'm blessed coz I have so many friends, so many people who loves me, so many people to love. I want all my problems to just blow away and leave me alone. I want to change myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-5596262842078769439?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/5596262842078769439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=5596262842078769439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/5596262842078769439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/5596262842078769439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/wandering.html' title='the wandering..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-518065463937584626</id><published>2007-01-02T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T17:45:11.652+08:00</updated><title type='text'>holidays.. gawd.</title><content type='html'>It's 2007 and I don't feel an inch different. It's been a long while since I posted something here. Something's wrong with DSL and I can't update that much. Our phone's still down. Grr.. anyways, here are some stuff I got last Christmas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; Money. (haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Lip Gloss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; Lip Gloss set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; A Perfume that smells like D&amp;G Light Blue. (well, it's actually for my brother, but I told him it's for women so he gave it to me.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; a cute handbag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;most valuable&lt;/strong&gt; gift I recieved was..&lt;br /&gt;A rosary bracelet. It's green because it's peridot, which is my birthstone. It was from my boyfriend and he got it from &lt;em&gt;Blue Magic&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;weirdest gift &lt;/strong&gt;I recieved was..&lt;br /&gt;three (3) pairs of g-string underwears. Haha! I can't believe I put that here.. But it's a gift so I have to. It was from my aunt. Hmm.. I dunno when I'm gonna wear that thing. It's so weird because I have no plans in life to try on a g-string underwear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So those were it. If I missed some stuff, I'll try to put it here again when I remember. Hehe..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 2007, what better way to start it than blurt out my &lt;em&gt;resolutions&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; i'll to give time to my friends more. I spent the previous year with my boyfriend, so I'll try to give way to my girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; decide where I'm gonna study in college and the course I'm gonna take up. I have to do this asap because March is coming sooner than I expected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; study up. haha. that always on my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; save up some money. I don't know how but I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; stop spending. that's pretty much like the 4th one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; try not to be too hard-headed. I don't want to be &lt;em&gt;pasaway&lt;/em&gt; anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; try not to be moody. My boyfriend doesn't like it and I don't like it. Why not change it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8&lt;/strong&gt;. try to go to band gigs. haha! it's not that good, but it is to a fan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; listen to the teacher when he/she is lecturing. stop pulling out mobile phone while class is going on.&lt;br /&gt;and last but not the least.. ('coz I can't think of anything anymore..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; try to look and be mature. I'm 15 years old and pretty soon I'll be a high school graduate, rather, a college student. I have to put myself together!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there.. ten &lt;em&gt;new year's resolutions&lt;/em&gt; i typed down on-the-spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's the last part of my post.. the &lt;strong&gt;thank-you&lt;/strong&gt;s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank my classmates, &lt;strong&gt;iv-alexandrite&lt;/strong&gt;, for being the people I laugh with and turn to when I want to be cheered up. You guys make every school hours fun and worthwhile. You make me smile, you make me happy. To &lt;strong&gt;alexie, yeye, coleen, rossette, yhaelle, &lt;/strong&gt;for being the people I talk to while the class is going on. To &lt;strong&gt;geli, yhaelle, &lt;/strong&gt;for the laughtrips and making every trip to the &lt;em&gt;futbolan&lt;/em&gt; astig and something I always look forward to at the end of the class. To the guys, &lt;strong&gt;al, jed, jessen, daryl,&lt;/strong&gt; for sometimes going with us on &lt;em&gt;futbol&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;trips and trips to the &lt;em&gt;ice candy-han.&lt;/em&gt; To &lt;strong&gt;potpot&lt;/strong&gt;, when I don't have anyone to make fun of, I look at you. haha! To &lt;strong&gt;jigo, jason, godeng, &lt;/strong&gt;even though we're not that close anymore, I can still talk to you guys. To my tropa, &lt;strong&gt;tintin, geli, yhaelle, &lt;/strong&gt;for the laughtrips, foodtrips, walktrips and everything. For always being there to share a shot. Haha! For always listening to me when I have something to say, for being there when I have problems. To &lt;strong&gt;dhone&lt;/strong&gt;  and &lt;strong&gt;rossette&lt;/strong&gt;, for  hanging out with us and being the people I can ask advice from. To my &lt;em&gt;insan&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;mara,&lt;/strong&gt; for listening to me when I have problems. For sharing your thoughts and advices. Of course I have to thank &lt;strong&gt;allain&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;mina&lt;/strong&gt;, for being the people responsible why I have the things I have now. Last but defiantely not the least, I have to thank &lt;strong&gt;michael &lt;/strong&gt;for being one of the best person I've ever met. For understanding me, for loving me, for giving me everything, for holding on. Woo.. February's coming close. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There. If there are some people I've missed, please remember that I am still thankfult hat you are a part of my life. Even though I haven't added your name doesn't mean that I am taking you for granted. I am still thankful and I feel blessed that I have you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay that's it. You all have a great year okay? Muah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-518065463937584626?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/518065463937584626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=518065463937584626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/518065463937584626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/518065463937584626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2007/01/holidays-gawd.html' title='holidays.. gawd.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-8609356746512587738</id><published>2006-12-21T14:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T14:53:50.838+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas wishes..</title><content type='html'>Wow.. I just realized.. this is my first December post.. hmm.. a lot of things happened--good and bad, i mean, good and &lt;em&gt;worst&lt;/em&gt;. I have a big problem and it sucks 'coz christmas is coming soon. Hindi na nga ako nakapag simbang gabi eh. Nawala lahat ng plans plans ko. Nasira lahat. And hindi man lang ako nakapag explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What really happend was just a big &lt;strong&gt;misunderstanding&lt;/strong&gt;. There. Period! It was nothing else! I was in that room with &lt;strong&gt;him and my sister&lt;/strong&gt;. God! Hmm.. I'm scared of three things..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all..&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko xa makakasama sa Christmas. Hayz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly..&lt;br /&gt;Everything might change. Which is currently happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not the least..&lt;br /&gt;I may not be there with him on &lt;strong&gt;his birthday&lt;/strong&gt;. Grabe! Birthday na niya un! Pag hindi kami nagkita.. I'll be devastated.. kce nung birthday ko, anjan xa. Tapos ngeong bday nia, hindi ako makakapunta.. I mean.. grabeh na un ah.. hayz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I can't stop crying. I dunno why. Cguro kce nagagalit samin sa isang reason na hindi naman totoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wa! I'm mumbling things some poeple can't understand.. Xempre hindi naman ako nag explain eh tsaka hindi ko nakuwento sa inyo ung nangyari. I can't. It't between me, my boyfriend and my mom.. Xempre kasama na dun cguro ung mga kapatid ko. Haayz!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana nakapag explain ako. Sana nagawa ko yun bago na ako ma-punish. Sana hindi na kami nag &lt;strong&gt;Monopoly&lt;/strong&gt;. Hay nako talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to end this post.. kasi this is the only thing that can help me release pressures. Wala na nga akong masabi eh.. Coz I don;t want to offend anyone. I don't want to hurt anyone. Hayz..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sana.. sa pasko.. okay na lahat..&lt;br /&gt;hindi man lahat,, okay na ung maraming bagay..&lt;br /&gt;We're willing to apologize kce mei mali rin kami..&lt;br /&gt;pero sana.. please.. let us explain..&lt;br /&gt;Hayzz..&lt;br /&gt;whatta christmas..&lt;br /&gt;this is one of my most complicated xmas ever..&lt;br /&gt;hay naku!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;it's the only thing i can do nowadays..&lt;br /&gt;sigh..&lt;br /&gt;and cry..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-8609356746512587738?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/8609356746512587738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=8609356746512587738' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/8609356746512587738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/8609356746512587738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/12/christmas-wishes.html' title='Christmas wishes..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116487441880473652</id><published>2006-11-30T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-30T16:13:39.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like.. whatever..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweetest things a guy could do..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smell her hair....&lt;br /&gt;Talk to her in movie theatres....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hold her hand while u talk....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her shes beautiful....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look her in the eye when u talk to her....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell her stupid jokes....&lt;br /&gt;Let her mess with ur hair....&lt;br /&gt;Just walk around wit her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look at her like shes the only girl you see...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickle her Even if she says stop....&lt;br /&gt;When she starts swearing at u,tell her ulove her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let her fall asleep in ur arms....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get her mad,then kiss her....&lt;br /&gt;Tease her...Let her tease u back....&lt;br /&gt;kiss her enough, but dont over kiss her....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Stay up wit her all night when shes sick....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her favorite movie....&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her forehead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Write her letters....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If she asks u 2 go 2 a show with her,go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let her wear ur clothes....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When she's sad,hang out with her....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy her ice cream....&lt;br /&gt;Let her take all the photos she wants....&lt;br /&gt;Kiss her in the rain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And when u fall in love with her tell her....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..are these really true? Well.. some are..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I'm bored..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116487441880473652?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116487441880473652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116487441880473652' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116487441880473652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116487441880473652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/like-whatever.html' title='Like.. whatever..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116451753147773572</id><published>2006-11-26T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T13:05:31.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>better luck next time.</title><content type='html'>Huhu.. Hindi nanalo ung &lt;strong&gt;Callalily &lt;/strong&gt;as &lt;em&gt;Breakthrough Artist of the Year&lt;/em&gt; sa &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SOP Music Awards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Pero they're still more awards ahead of them. Sana manalo sila the next time they are nominated sa ibang music awards. I still like them even though they didn't get this chance. At least I know they're good enough to be nominated in an award show.. hindi katulad ng ibang bands.. Pero I'm not discriminating other bands. I love OPM and all the bands that goes under that. Hey! Mei &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NU Rock Awards&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; pa pala! hehe.. pede na un! Sana.. sana manalo talaga sila.. o kea kahit isa sa kanila.. Sana!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday, aus na kami. We talked. And we talked long. Long like.. the whole afternoon. Haha! We're cool. And we're deciding to go to the same school together. Wee! I'm happy about it.. even though there's a catch. There's this girl. I'm not gonna mention any names. You know who you are and you know who she is. Well, he's gonna go the same school as ours. Ewan ko ba.. Before Michael didn't want to chance schools.. tapos all of a sudden nangunguna siya sa pagkuha ng form dun sa school na un. Malaman ko na lang dun din pala ung girl na un! Oo! Medyo naiinis ako! What the heck!! Dati sabi mo ayaw mo na lumipat.. tsaka ayaw mo rin sa Letran kasi sabi ng classmate mo pangit dun! Tapos ngeon gusto mo na.. dun din pala siya magaaral! Siguro napagusapan niyo un noh!? Well, I'm getting paranoid nanaman! Ayoko na ng away! Grr! Pero come to think of it.. anu kea un!? Tapos tatanungin mo ko kung bakit ako nagseselos.. hayaan mo.. hindi na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the-- I can't believe I said those things. Hindi na nga ako mangaaway! Sige mag Letran na tayo! Okay na sakin! Kasama naman si Geli eh!&gt;_&lt; *sigh* Isipin ko na lang.. walang nangyayari.. kesa nga naman mag stay ka jan sa PWU eh ang layo layo niyan, tapos mapapagod ka pa.. Eh pag nag Letran Calamba tayo, malapit lang ng onti.. tapos mei mga kasabay ka pa sa pag uwi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grr! Tama na!! Shhhh... ayoko na mag salita.. Masaya ung araw kahapon.. medyo naisip ko lang ung instance na un.. ung school issue na un.. Kea I suddenly fured up.. nakakapagtaka lang kasi eh..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116451753147773572?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116451753147773572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116451753147773572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116451753147773572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116451753147773572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-luck-next-time.html' title='better luck next time.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116442767968837504</id><published>2006-11-25T12:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-25T12:07:59.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird and confused..</title><content type='html'>I don't know either I'm happy or sad. I don't know how I'm gonna act the moment that I see him when he &lt;strong&gt;comes over&lt;/strong&gt; later. I don't know how I'm gonna treat him. I don't know whether I ignore whatever happened yesterday and act liek nothing's happened and we're still cool. I don't think he understood me yesterday. I don't think he knew that I'm so bummed that I actually wanna kill myself last night. This sucks. I'm trying to make myself happy and what do I do..? I make this kind of post. Ewan ko ba. I need to talk to him, and no one else. Gusto ko siya ung kausapin ko tungkol sa mga bagay na ganito kasi he's the person I feel so comfortable with. I really wanna see him and I wish pumunta na siya asap kasi aalis ako mamayang hapon kce pu2nta ako kanila Mara coz mei handa xa kasi birthday na nia sa monday. Haha! But hindi ako pu2nta dun becuse of the food. I just like the company and she wanted me to go so I'll  go. Tutal minsan lang nman ung birthday diba? Andito ako sa Alevort ngeon. I'm with Thea, Kathy and Iyah, Kakaalis lang ni Tintin kaya sakin na pinaubaya ung time niya d2 sa computer. Hehe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116442767968837504?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116442767968837504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116442767968837504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116442767968837504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116442767968837504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/weird-and-confused.html' title='weird and confused..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116437141846341670</id><published>2006-11-24T20:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T21:20:19.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I thought you were there.</title><content type='html'>Hay nako. wala akong masisisi.. Sobrang badtrip nitong araw na toh.. and I don't know how the hell I'm gonna cheer myself up. I thought he was always here for me. Tapos ngeong kelangan ko xa, wala xa. This sucks. Someone told me na don't expect much. Well, actually 2 people told me not to expect too much. Pero I didn't expect that much! The only thing I did was to believe na pupunta nga xa, but he didn't. So bale anung nangyari? Nasayang ung effort ko, nadisappoint ako sa kanya, lalo lang akong nabadtrip, thus, tears bursted out. Hindi ko naman mapigil eh! The only thing I knew that can cheer me up was his presence, pero hindi nga siya dumating despite ung sinabi nia na 'wait mo ako ha, punta ako jan'. Damn this life. I feel so alone. Even my boyfriend couldn't cheer me up. Anu ba toh.. Ang hirap kasi I feel na walang papansin sakin. Walang mei pakialam kung nagkakaganito ako. Tapos umaaasa pa ko sa wala. Alam na ngang badtrip ako, lalo pa kong binadtrip. Pero hindi ko siya sinisisi.. It's just, basta!! Yun na yun! Hirap na ma explain kasi pagod na ko. I gave him another chance and he blew it! Malas lang niya na badtrip pa ko.. and suwerte niya na I don't have the guts to ignore him! Kakainis talaga!! I don't know what to do. nagpatong patong na yung sama ng loob ko, ni best friend ko nde ako napasaya ng ganun. I hate myself! People can make me feel happy pero panandalian lang! It's not for real. I can't understand myself. Ayokong mag away kami but I want him to feel na sobrang nasaktan ako na ginawa niya! Ayokong sabihin na hindi ko na xa kelangan pag mei problem ako pero sobra na eh! Minsan lang ako mag-open ng ganun sa kanya, and he blew it off. Katext ko nga siya pero tagal niya mag reply. Sinu hindi tatamarin nian..!?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116437141846341670?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116437141846341670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116437141846341670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116437141846341670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116437141846341670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-thought-you-were-there.html' title='I thought you were there.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116426098320929821</id><published>2006-11-23T13:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:18:33.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hands Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;by Dashboard Confessional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in for luck,&lt;br /&gt;breathe in so deep,&lt;br /&gt;this air is blessed,&lt;br /&gt;you share with me.&lt;br /&gt;This night is wild,&lt;br /&gt;so calm and dull,&lt;br /&gt;these hearts they race,&lt;br /&gt;from self control.&lt;br /&gt;Your legs are smooth,&lt;br /&gt;as they graze mine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing fine,&lt;br /&gt;we're doing nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high,&lt;br /&gt;that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words are hushed lets not get busted;&lt;br /&gt;just lay entwined here, undiscovered.&lt;br /&gt;Safe in here from all the stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;"hey did you get some?"&lt;br /&gt;Man, that is so dumb.&lt;br /&gt;Stay quiet, stay near,&lt;br /&gt;stay close they can't hear...&lt;br /&gt;so we can get some.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hopes are so high,&lt;br /&gt;that your kiss might kill me.&lt;br /&gt;So won't you kill me,&lt;br /&gt;so I die happy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is yours to fill or burst,&lt;br /&gt;to break or bury,&lt;br /&gt;or wear as jewelery,&lt;br /&gt;which ever you prefer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands down&lt;br /&gt;this is the best day I can ever remember,&lt;br /&gt;I'll always remember the sound of the stereo,&lt;br /&gt;the dim of the soft lights,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of your hair that you twirled in your fingers&lt;br /&gt;and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late&lt;br /&gt;and this walk that we shared together.&lt;br /&gt;The streets were wet&lt;br /&gt;and the gate was locked so I jumped it,&lt;br /&gt;and I let you in.&lt;br /&gt;And you stood at your door with your hands on my waist&lt;br /&gt;and you kissed me like you meant it.&lt;br /&gt;And I knew that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;and I knew,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it,&lt;br /&gt;that you meant it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116426098320929821?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116426098320929821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116426098320929821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116426098320929821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116426098320929821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/hands-down.html' title='Hands Down'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116412461502354261</id><published>2006-11-21T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T23:56:55.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taas Baba.</title><content type='html'>Aking inuulit ang pag-lagay ng Tagalog na post dito sa araw na ito. Hindi ako nakapag-online kahapon kaya naman ako'y magkukuwento sa mga pangyayari.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kahapon ay muli kaming nagkatampuhan. Sinisisi ko uli ang aking sarili sapagkan kung hindi ako tinopak ay nakapag-Basketball pa siya at hindi kami nagkagalit. Nainis lang naman ako dahil inantay ko ang teks niya, dahil gusto ko lang naman malaman kung kumusta na siya sa mga oras na iyon. Nagpunta ako sa bahay ng kaibigan kong si Tintin dahil mei kinakailangan kaming gawin. Sa oras na makarating ako sa bahay nila ay biglang tumawag ni Michael sa selpon ko. Pinapauwi na niya ako dahil andun na pala siya sa bahay. Kaya naman nagmadali ako kanila Tintin ngunit nakauwi parin ako ng alas-sais ng gabi. Pag dating ko doon ay mejoh natuwa na ako't nakita ko siya. Ngunit sa pag lapit ko sa kanya ay nalungkot ako sa mga unang sinabi niya sa akin. Sabi niya na uuwi na daw siya. Nalungkot ako sapagkat sa tagal ng pagaantay ko sa kanya at sa pagmamadali ko sa pag uwi ay iyon lamang ang pambungad niya. Kaya naman noong sinabi niya iyon ay ang sinabi ko na lang ay mamaya na. Basta parang ang bilis ng pangyayari, napansin ko na lamang ay hindi nanaman kami nagpapansinan, at nagyayaya na talaga siyang umuwi. Nainis na ako sa sarili ko dahil sobrang tinotopak na talaga ako, kahit wala naman siyang ginagawang masama. Siguro nga ay parang sinasakal ko na siya kasi parang nanghuhula lang siya kung ano ang rason ng pagka-moody ko. Pero sa kasuwertehan ay uimuwi naman siya na medyo okey na kami..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayun, nagloko nanaman ako. Para akong sira. Kung sana hindi ako nagkatopak ay sunud-sunod ang magagandang araw ko..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bueno, ngayon naman ay napakasaya ko ulit. Walang nangyari masama sa amin. Nakahingi naman ako ng paumanhin sa inakto ko kahapon. Ang saya. Kaarawan ng ina ko ngayon at masaya ako't andito siya kanina kahit walang handa o ano man. Nakakain naman kami ng cake na tsokolate. Medyo marami rin kaming nakain. Haha! Napakasaya naman kapag hindi kami nagaaway. Bakit pa kasi ako tinotopak eh! Eh di sana araw araw masaya. Pero sa bagay, &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt; nga naman kung parati na lang masaya. Hindi ba't medyo nakakasawa yata iyon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay nako, kanina pa ako pinapatulog ng ina ko. Siguro'y hanggang dito na laman muna. Sa susunod na post ko ay susubukan ko nang maging inglesyera ulit. Haha! Paalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116412461502354261?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116412461502354261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116412461502354261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116412461502354261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116412461502354261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/taas-baba.html' title='Taas Baba.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116395025452510925</id><published>2006-11-19T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T23:30:54.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kasiyahan.</title><content type='html'>Medyo wirdo ang araw na ito! Hindi ko alam kung bakit basta parang walang nangyari masama! Salamat sa kung sino mang naging rason kung bakit ang saya saya ko ngayon at nag desisyong tagalugin muna itong parte ng blog ko na ito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Una&lt;/strong&gt; sa lahat =&gt; si Erik Morales. Kung gumaling siya ngayon ay maraming Pilipinong magluluksa. Hindi madadagdagan ang kayamanan ni Pacquiao a.k.a Pacman pambayad sa inapagawang mansyon nia sa Gen San.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikalawa &lt;/strong&gt;=&gt; Ang oras ng pag-onlayn ko dito sa kompyuter na ito. Nailagay ko ng husto ang mga litrato sa blog ko at &lt;a href="http://magzkawaii.multiply.com"&gt;Multiply&lt;/a&gt; ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikatlo &lt;/strong&gt;=&gt; si Michael Angelo de Vera. Ang saya dahil walang nangyaring away sa ating dalawa ngayon. Sana ganito na lamang araw araw at walang nangyayaring hindi kanaisnais sa ating dalawa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikaapat &lt;/strong&gt;=&gt; ang mga masasayang alaala mula sa Field Trip namin noon ika-17 ng Nobyembre, 2006. Nung Biyernes iyon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ikalima&lt;/strong&gt; =&gt; ang paglubog ng araw sa Mall of Asia. Habang iniisip ko ang mga oras na iyon ay gumagaan ang damdamin ko at gusto ko pang bumalik ng Manila Bay upag masilayan muli ang kagandahan dulot ng pagsapit ng gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ukol sa mga detalye na hindi ko nailahad sa post ko noon, maraming nangyaring hindi ko maipaliwanag. Masayang malungkot ang araw ko. Laking pasasalamat ko talaga kay Michael at nagpunta siya sa Mall of Asia. Sobrang saya at sobrang natuwa ako dahil doon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gumastos ka man ng malaki ay nagawa mo talagang samahan ako sa Field Trip. Sobrang saya ng buhay at hindi mo ako iniiwan. Sana hindi ka magbago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayan, narinig ko na yata na dumating ang aking ina. Maaaring mag-log out na ako sapagkat gagamit na siya. Paalam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116395025452510925?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116395025452510925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116395025452510925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116395025452510925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116395025452510925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/kasiyahan.html' title='Kasiyahan.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116391832931325566</id><published>2006-11-19T14:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T14:11:23.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Galore!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;As promised, here are some pics from our field trip. Enjoy.=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5377/3570/1600/DSCN2484.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5377/3570/320/DSCN2484.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2497.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2470.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/DSCN2470.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click [&lt;a href="http://magzkawaii.multiply.com/photos/album/12"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;] for more photos.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116391832931325566?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116391832931325566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116391832931325566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116391832931325566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116391832931325566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/pictures-galore.html' title='Pictures Galore!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116376820165905189</id><published>2006-11-17T20:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T20:56:41.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Best Field Trip.</title><content type='html'>hai naku!! today was our field trip, actually I just came home. I'm a bit tired but I still wanna update. I have a lot of pictures but I'll post them up next time because my mom took the digicam and i didn't have the chance to upload the pics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we borded the bus, the first thing a lot of us did was to take pictures! Haha! I did the same thing, and I was pretty happy that I was able to catch some moments with my classmates. Then when the bus started moving, I first thought about doing is to eat, but I resisted and just took pictures. Then we reached &lt;strong&gt;DOST&lt;/strong&gt;, the same place we went to when we were still in sophomores. We arrived at about 7:30 am, then nothing happened so me and my friend decided to go out and walk around. While walking, we heard that the building was not yet opened and we have to wait until 8 am. Bummer! Then I got tired of walking and decided to board the bus again for some rest and cold aircon air. When I got on, it was about 8 am and they started riding off the bus. Haha! I didn't go out na lang kce I was kind of tired na. Besides, we've been there before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it was to &lt;strong&gt;Fort Santiago&lt;/strong&gt;. That was the time Michael woke up and started texting me. He was about to go to Manila because we're supposed to meet in the &lt;em&gt;Mall of Asia.&lt;/em&gt; Anyway, It was before lunch that we arrived the Fort, and we were pretty hungry so we decided to eat in the bus. Then afterwards, we went out and strolled about. Xempre pictures again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around noon, we went to the &lt;strong&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt;. Picture Picture again and again!! Then Michael came, aus na. Pero I'm still not that happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, before I left home, I cried. It was not all because I don't have that much money to spend. I don't know why. I just cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kea un, I was not in the mood. Naawa ako ng konti kei Michael because nagta-tyaga xa na pangitiin ako pero I was still not in the mood, pero I know deep inside masayang masaya ako 'coz he's there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masaya naman nung nasa MoA kami. The first place we went was &lt;strong&gt;Timezone&lt;/strong&gt;. It was sad because nde ko maxadong nakuhanan ng pics ung stay namin dun. We've spent a lot of money in there. Come to think of it, that was the place we spent most of our money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aun, ewan ko ba, I'm so happy on how this trip ended. Ewan ko lang kung pupunta pa ko dun sa galaan nila tintin. I wanna come pero I don't know if Michael's coming over. Hayz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabeh.. I don't know what's happening to my family. It sucks kce I don't know &lt;em&gt;anything&lt;/em&gt; despite the fact that I'm a daughter *slash* sister in it. Ewan ko ba! The next thing I know wala na kaming pera! Sana naman cnasabi nila samin un diba?! We're old enough to understand naman eh! Pag wala na, wala na talaga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be too awkward to say thing, pero P200 lang talaga ung baon ko! Yes! A mere P200! Isipin naman, mall pupuntahan namin! Hindi divisoria! I cired the fact that, sa P200 na un, ung mga friends ko kung anuano na binibili, ako nakatunganga lang sa kanila! Magmumukha akong tanga dun! Kea aus na rin na nandun c Michael at least nde ko kasama ung mga friends ko na mei money and are able to spend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the day ended, xempre cnu ba naman ang pupunta dun na papalampasin ung sunset diba? Hehe. We watched the sunset, nde xa ganun ka-'romantic' as they said pero it overwhelmed me. Ewan ko kung bakit. It just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, next time na ko mag post more about the trip, and next time na ko magu-upload ng pics. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116376820165905189?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116376820165905189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116376820165905189' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116376820165905189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116376820165905189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/last-best-field-trip.html' title='Last Best Field Trip.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116359872454529389</id><published>2006-11-15T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T21:52:05.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not gonna make this.</title><content type='html'>Oh well! I wish there's still a next time. I know I won't win this week but I do wish I get it the next try. I only have a couple of votes! Huhu! Kawawa nman ako! hehe.. pero sana marami pa ring mag vote kce it means a lot to me! I know this blog isn't much pero I wanna see if it's interesting. Siguro ung layout lang ung interesting kea ako binoboto. Bwehehe. I evem made my friend vote for me. I wanna keep oin voting.. sana lang nakapag online ako the whole week para at least 7 of the votes will be mine. hehe. But I can't blame myself. Mas maganda rin ung competitors ko eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Field trip na namin sa &lt;strong&gt;Friday&lt;/strong&gt;! Wow. It's such a huge crapfest! and &lt;em&gt;cooooooorrrnnnnyyyy&lt;/em&gt;!!! As in!! First, dun kami sa &lt;strong&gt;DOST&lt;/strong&gt; thing.. (dEPARTMENT oF sCIENCE AND tECHNOLOGY), then un nga.. sa &lt;strong&gt;Fort&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Santiago&lt;/strong&gt; then &lt;strong&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt;.. Oh my gawd!! What a waste of P900!! Eh kung pinambibili ko pa un ng mga gusto kong albums diba!? Hayz.. anyways,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The week is plain. Hmm. There's nothing much going on and nothing much went. Wala lang. A simple week tapos bago matapos eh Field Trip pa namin. I'm not sure kung mage-enjoy talaga ako coz I'm not sure if I'm gonna have enough money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graaaabbeeee!! I don't know what to type down! I'm a bit bummed coz nde ako mananalo this week. I'm so behind! Huhu.. pero sana the next time na ma-nominate ako.. I'll win na. I know my life isn't that great. And I know what I'm typing that isn't that all interesting.. but I hope that soon enough people would start reading!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mei naisip ako.. sana mei mangyaring interesting sa buhay ko para people would get interested in visiting my blog again and again. un naman un eh. hehe. Sana nga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;Question...&lt;br /&gt;Is my life beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;I know I may be commited to someone very special......&lt;br /&gt;Hmp!!&lt;br /&gt;Bahala na nga!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The best way to be contented is not to ask more from life!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grabeh.. I totally believe that quote pero I can't do it.. I mean.. Nde ko magawang maging contented when ung mga taong nakapaligid sakin eh puro luho and they get what they want..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this? Joke?? And gulo talaga..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116359872454529389?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116359872454529389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116359872454529389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116359872454529389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116359872454529389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/im-not-gonna-make-this.html' title='I&apos;m not gonna make this.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116340876342509397</id><published>2006-11-13T16:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T17:06:03.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not ending.</title><content type='html'>They day's not over yet. I can't tell you if it's great or not because it's not over. It could end bad like what I had last friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here in &lt;strong&gt;Alevort&lt;/strong&gt;. I'm with my friends and I'm just doing this blog while they spend their time in Friendster. Hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back home, I heard a quote from Hilary Duff's movie, &lt;em&gt;The Perfect Man&lt;/em&gt;. It went like this.. "Note to all blogger raised by single mom's out there.." And I forgot the rest but I know it hit me hard. Haha. I know. I understand. But then sometimes, things get unfair. She did it again. Left the house and locked the room so that we can't use the computer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I got a short time left. So I think this is it for today. I'll try to post later when my mom comes home. 'Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116340876342509397?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116340876342509397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116340876342509397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116340876342509397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116340876342509397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/not-ending.html' title='not ending.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116340797395008307</id><published>2006-11-13T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-13T16:52:53.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Past two days.</title><content type='html'>Yay! This blog is finally in the running for the Blog of the Week! I wish you people would vote for me because this is really something for me. I would want to win although I know I might not because there are a lot more blogs that are better than mine. It's okay if I don't. At least I tried right? And it wouldn't hurt if I win second place. It's a very tight match. /sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Sorry for the late update. My mom is not allwong us to use the computer because it was invaded by a virus. But then I know she can use it, she's just not allowing us to use it. It's not fair, I know. 'Cause the weekend came and went and I still haven't updated that well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past couple of days were still a rollercoaster. I guess it will stay that way. &lt;strong&gt;My life is one hell of a a rollercoaster&lt;/strong&gt;. It's so complicated. And all I can do is rant. And rant. And rant some more. But then hey! I once read this and I quote "&lt;em&gt;Life is still beautiful no matter what, so don't commit suicide&lt;/em&gt;.." and I understand the sense of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last friday, I learned to do something I never wished to learn because I know it's bad. And now that I know how to do it, I know better not to do it again because I know how harmful it is. I was out almost the whole day. I was with some friends and hanged anywhere. I met new people because they were from the other school. They were nice. I can definately see how different other students are than those I am used with. They were girls, almost ladies. But one thing differed, some of them were lesbians. Yeah, that's right. I saw a lot of girl-girl relationships. I don't see why it was bad. The lesbians almost looked like guys but then they didn't look gangsta-ish unlike those from the squatters area. They looked like handsome guys really. It was nice because their girlfriends were also pretty. There was this one lezbo who looked a lot like my other bi-friend. And one crazy thing is, they both like.. I mean love the same girl. How weird! I learned how to respect the girls who prefer to the guys. Can you believe it? I actually learned two very weird things in a day. Haha. But then the day had to end bad. It was 7:30 and I went to the basketball court where Michael and his friends were because they had a game. I thought they were gonna play but they didn't. Michael decided to walk me home together with two of his friends. I thought it would be nice but along they way, I began to get a little annoyed. One of his friends started mumbling about why Michael had to walk me home, which was very rude and insensitive. I got a bit hurt because it wasn't nice. I cried the moment I separated from them. I walked home alone because I insisted that Michael and his friends head towards the place they were planning to go to. It sucks. I know. I cried while I was walking. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Michael came early. Like, because lunch. He said sorry because he knew that I got a little annoyed at his friends. He told me he was about to tell them off when I decided to walk home alone. I forgot whatever happened. It was no biggie. Then after lunch, about 2pm, Iyah and Yhaelle, my friends, came over. They stayed for a bit. Iyah got out of the mood because she was having problems with her someone. It's not something to talk about here. Haha. Anyways, I went to church with my sister and my brother but I separated from them and continued the mass alone. Michael told me he couldn't come because his dad didn't allow him to go out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was pretty much it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116340797395008307?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116340797395008307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116340797395008307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116340797395008307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116340797395008307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/past-two-days.html' title='Past two days.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116308999776571113</id><published>2006-11-10T00:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T00:50:48.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad to worse, worse to worst, worst to good.. good to great?</title><content type='html'>Things really do turn upside-down don't they? It sucks a bit because I can't really stop these damn arguments from coming. Today we almost fought. I pushed him out. Why? I was sick of pulling him in so I decided to puch him hard. I am so dumb. What happened after that? The usual, he got a bit mad. I broke down, and the lot. I know things are getting out of hand, but I also know that we can surpass this even without him not coming over. I'm really trying hard to get my act together and really place in mind whjat the hell I'm doing wrong. I need help, and I'm not denying it. I know I can get pretty darn confusing and irritating, and that is practiacally the main reason why we fight..*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to answer the question, why am I like this? Why am I sort of obsessing over him. He's already mine, but why am I feeling that if I don't be careful, he might slip away? I know it's totally wrong. It's like I don't trust him at all! Oh gawd..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I though I could never give him the letter I wrote to him, but I did. I know he'll get mad, and he did, the moment I told him that I &lt;em&gt;threw away the letter&lt;/em&gt;. I'm so twisted! I really pity him because he has to get used to a person like me. I wanna cry sometimes because of my foolish decisions and such! Some maybe turning into something big and very disappointing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really flip right now, like, my eyes are bulging and everything. No, I'm just kidding, but I do feel so crappy. Like I don't even know why I am anymore. Like I girl I used to be and the girl they loved doesn't exist anymore. I am so not surprised if one day we break up and it's my fault. It's always my fault. I'm kinda used to it.. No seriously, &lt;strong&gt;it's always really my fault&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, our field trip is coming soon. More like seven days. And it's such a waste of money! Yeah it really is! The school made us pay P900.00 for the trip itself and do you know where we're going? &lt;strong&gt;Manila Zoo&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fort Santiago&lt;/strong&gt; -&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Mall of Asia&lt;/strong&gt;. I mean.. What the--!! We paid that amount of money just to see zoo animals, eat lunch in a place we've been to every year for the past souple of years, and go to a mall when we don't even have any money to spend? What is this crap? Since when did the &lt;em&gt;Mall of Asia &lt;/em&gt;become an &lt;em&gt;educational&lt;/em&gt; place? And you know what? The teachers didn't want us to know the exact place of where we really are going because they're afraid of compliants. P900.00 is more than enough money to go to those places. I'm not even in the shopping-mood and still I get to go to a mall I barely like. Seriously, it's not even that great. It's just &lt;em&gt;huge&lt;/em&gt;, that's all. What would make my day on that particular day is when one of my favorite bands will be having a gig there. I just wish that &lt;strong&gt;Callalily&lt;/strong&gt; will be there to play. Haha! In my dreams. I don't even know their gig schedule this November.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck to the elementary kids since their field trip is today (11.10.06). I hope they try their best to enjoy the trip. And I somewhat hope that someone get lost for quite some time during their stay in the mall so that they'll change the venue for us. This is so crappy and such a waste of my time. I could've taken the P900 and treat my friends rather than watch it fly away just by sitting inside the bus, texting, and getting out of the mood by the thought of '&lt;em&gt;why am I here?&lt;/em&gt;'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I have to go. It's late. 'Bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116308999776571113?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116308999776571113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116308999776571113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116308999776571113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116308999776571113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/bad-to-worse-worse-to-worst-worst-to.html' title='Bad to worse, worse to worst, worst to good.. good to great?'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116281630869456495</id><published>2006-11-06T20:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:53:56.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gigs</title><content type='html'>The Longganisa thing is done. I'm so happy it is. Haha! I met &lt;strong&gt;Aya&lt;/strong&gt; today in &lt;em&gt;Alevort&lt;/em&gt;. She showed me pictures of &lt;strong&gt;Kean &lt;/strong&gt;from a webcam. It was cute though he was sort of killing Spongebob. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today wasn't so bad. It started a bit hectic, in the fact that I was late and was forced to beat for them in the fkag ceremony, but then it was okay coz the day ended up niceley (&lt;u&gt;voice in my head&lt;/u&gt;: don't worry Maggie, the day's not over yet.) *sigh* I'm still worried about something. Something very confidentialo that I can't even write it in this blog. But then I'll figure stuff out as soon as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Michael and I didn't go to church though. He had a bvasketball game and everything. I slept a bit late because I was cooking the longganisa.. hee. It was heel, like, I want to sleep but I couldn't. If I fall asleep the rice'll burn up and could set the whole house down. But then like I said, it was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up minuted before 5 am! Like, whoa! I need to be up before 4am and here I am waking up an hour late!T_T gosh! I'm just so happy that it was cool and I finished it by the time I needed to go to school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and yea, I went to &lt;strong&gt;Callalily&lt;/strong&gt;'s gig here in &lt;em&gt;SM Sta. Rosa&lt;/em&gt; and gawd! It was a waste of fare money because I didn't even got the chance of seeing them. There was a huge wall that blocked the view and the only thing that could help us get in was buying an album of theirs, in which at that time I got no money. &gt;_&lt; It was such a bummer (The mall, not the band) because I could've seen them again! If only there was no entry fee or requirement or something. In the event that we couldn't see them, Michael and I just decided to walk around the mall. We walked and ate ice cream and such, but no Callalily. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a drag when people try to take advantage of stuff. Like making fans buy their album so they can enter an open gig. Yes, it was an album tour, but when &lt;strong&gt;6 Cycle Mind &lt;/strong&gt;toured at Sm Sta.Rosa, the personnel never made us not see the gig just because we have no album! Why oh why did they do that to us! I waited to see them live and all I saw was a wood wall-like structure that sort of blocked the guys from being seen by the less-fortunate. Huhu! I wish I coiuld see them live again, but without cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116281630869456495?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116281630869456495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116281630869456495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116281630869456495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116281630869456495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/gigs.html' title='Gigs'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116256628305164851</id><published>2006-11-03T22:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:31:06.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>repost.. retry..</title><content type='html'>Darn. I made a really long post and it cleared up like hell. I dunno what happened. But shit. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michael came today. He bought be some of one of my favorite foods which can only be found here in Pacita - &lt;strong&gt;Football&lt;/strong&gt;. It's mashed potato mixed with ground pork (or beef) and cheese at the center, and is deep fried into a rather oblong shape. If you're lucky, you might get one with carrots. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Michael came about 4 in the afternoon. We watched t.v. and talked and stuff. He left like, 6 pm because he told me they had a game of basketball. It's cool with me because I appreciate him playing sports instead of lounging in front of the computer and play games which will not do any good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, one of my favorite bands are in &lt;em&gt;SM Southmall&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--&lt;/em&gt; Callalily&lt;/strong&gt;, which is really one fx or jeepney ride away. My best friend got to see them ebcause she's always in Southmall and she did not expect to see their presece in the mall. I envy her a bit because I wanted to come but I couldn't and it's just a coincidence that she was there. I got a text message from her telling me that Callalily was there, and all I could do was to stare at it, think for a moment what was happening, and delete the message. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I logged on and checked out my blog, I felt mixed emotions. I was rather depressed because I saw that nothing happened, Im used to that emotion because I barely get comments in this blog, or any of my blog. But then I felt a rather nice feeling to see the lightness of my template. It's really nice and it really centralizes my blog posts instead of the cool codes that were put into it. Yes you might say it's plain, but it's not about the colours, it's about the thoughts that were put into the posts. And yes, I am what you call a &lt;strong&gt;Nobody &lt;/strong&gt;in the blog world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment I woke up, I waited a text message from Michael, either a morning greeting or just a plain hello to make me sure that he's awake. But no, I recieved none. I first time he texted me today was to tell me that he's standing outside our gate. Wow. Interesting. It sucks not being able to have the money to even load up my phone. Gah. I guess I have to wait till monday..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait.. Oh my gosh, I just remembered. We have a project due on monday! I'm the group leader so I take responsibilities. Grr. No one has paid me yet! Curse those unpaying group mates. 1 out of 7 of the members of my group is actually interested in making that project. I mean, she's even more interested that me. So why am I the leader again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is still a rather short post. I had a very long one minutes ago but it got erased because the page redirected. Grr. Not one of my happy blog posting days. I hate it when things like that happen, and I end up not making another post anymore. It's a good thing that I'm bored and has nothing to, so I'm still here, amking another post and filling your head with mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this, I'm gonna blog hop and know more people. I really wanna talk to other people and ask how they made thier blog so successful. I really wanna have a lot of comments because I want to hear what other bloggers think fo me and my writing. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm hungry. LOL. But I don't wanna eat. I'm starving myself. It's for a personal purpose and if ever I'm right, I'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116256628305164851?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116256628305164851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116256628305164851' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116256628305164851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116256628305164851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/repost-retry.html' title='repost.. retry..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116248644175567758</id><published>2006-11-03T00:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:44:10.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9th in the 11th..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's a bit late but I consider this post from the 2nd day of November which is yesterday.. anyways, it's our 9th months anniversary. Whew! It's that long? Time surely flies. On the next 3 months we'll be having our anniversary. I'm so happy because I never thought we could make it this far. We had problems, yes. And I posted a lot of them here (it just sucks that I can't post everyday), but then we're still live and kicking. Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halloween was boring, as usual. Unlike other countries (Chip I'm so jealous of you. haha!). Halloween is so boring the the Philippines! No decorations. No kids trick-or-treating. No Jack-o-Lanterns. No pranks. No kids running around in costumes. And most of all.. no halloween parties! I mean, how boring is that? It made me remember the first time I went to a Halloween party. I wore a huge tattered shirt and my mom made my face look so white and made me eat this bubblegum which turns your mouth to a certain color, as for me, I got the black one. She also made me a broom. Gah! I wish that could happen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the first of November, we went to the cemetery in &lt;strong&gt;Pasay City&lt;/strong&gt; along with Michael. We visited my Grandma's tomb and offered a prayer for the preceding souls in there. The cemetery was crowded but then I'm just glad nothing bad happened. It was the first time I stared at the sunset and it was with him, but the place was the cemetery so it's not that romantic. We &lt;em&gt;tomb-hopped&lt;/em&gt; our way out. Unfortunately, we were caught in the rain but were lucky enough to reach a ceiling before the real downpour struck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for today, it's nice. He came about 6 in the evening and stayed until minutes until 10pm. I was bored the whole day, I just wish he came much earlier. I'm not complaining or anything.. it's just.. it was so &lt;em&gt;boring&lt;/em&gt;. Anyways, I fixed this blog a little bit. I changed the template to something that would actually show my blog posts! I know people aren't really reading my posts sp here it is! A much simpler and better lay. I can say the previous one was cuter, but who needs cute? I need readers not critics. And besides, I didn't make that template anyway.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just wish I could learn how to make my own template. Anyway, I have to go. I'll try to post more soon. 'Bye!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ü&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh and by the way, my ex-boyfriend kept texting me on what seems to be a 'quote' for him. Gah! If you're wondering how he got my number, I told him. He asked if he can get it and I gave it to him. It's not like I'm gonna text him or anything. I think Michael is keeping a close eye to my ex' messages. Haha! I told Michael it's alright. I'm a Globe person, and my ex is a smart subscriber. There's no way in hell that I would waste precious extra load just to text my &lt;strong&gt;EX&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha. ciao!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116248644175567758?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116248644175567758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116248644175567758' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116248644175567758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116248644175567758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/11/9th-in-11th.html' title='9th in the 11th..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116227765332151441</id><published>2006-10-31T14:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T01:45:30.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halloween.</title><content type='html'>Riiight.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to change this layout because October's ending and everything.. but here's what I've done..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasted precious internet hours searching for the right layout but then i didn't end up with anything. I guess that's just the way it is. I can't find the 'me' in other blogskins, so I tried hard to create myown template. Nothing happened, as you can see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I talked to my &lt;a href="http://mylifeispublishedontheinternet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;big brother&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/a&gt;this morning. It was nice hearing from him again. We exchanged blog links. I can't really type anything at the moment, I'm currently hungry. I haven't eaten lunch. &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few days were usually weird. Michael and I were in a sort of misunderstanding but then we're okay now. I guess all we really need is some time to talk about some stuff. I missed those times when we just sit down and have a nice talk about the stuff that's happening to our lives. Time flies so fast. We'll be having our 9th month anniversary. woohoo!! We are so happy because even though we have misunderstandings, we are still strong and are still together. I wish it would stay this way. Hee!^^,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so hot here. Grr! I'm in my mom's room and the air's like,, not circulating. It's like I could suffocate any second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week wasn't all happy. Michael's cousin died. T_T I feel so sorry for his cousin's family because he was only 12 and he had only one brother. It was very sad but then I wasn't there to make him feel better (although he's not that sad... as in sad about it). He just felt bad and I wasn;t even there to cheer him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm.. I can't think of anything to type down now. Haha. I guess I'll be back next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116227765332151441?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116227765332151441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116227765332151441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116227765332151441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116227765332151441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/halloween.html' title='halloween.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116183360909321338</id><published>2006-10-26T11:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T11:33:29.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alevort..</title><content type='html'>i'm currently in this computer shop. today's our examination day.. i can't actually say that i did great because the questions were hard. aswering those stuff made me think about college.. what if i don't make it? what if i fail??T_T i certainly don't want to study here in laguna because i wanna study in manila. *sigh* and if i ever get the chance to study in manila, where would i go home to? i don't wanna stay in my grandparents' place. huhu! i wanna go home to laguna, no matter how hard it takes! i don't care if i come home tired. i just wanna go to manila and come back to laguna. i wanna try to take a shot in the &lt;strong&gt;University of Sto. Thomas&lt;/strong&gt; because i like that school and i know they guarantee education. I also wanna take exams in the &lt;strong&gt;Philippine Women's University&lt;/strong&gt; because my aunt told me that they offer a great facility in &lt;em&gt;Fine Arts&lt;/em&gt; (and my boyfriend goes there.. so there's enough reason).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, enough about college talk.. (4 of my schoolmates came in teh shop.. but i'm not very fond of them so i'll ignore them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna go to callalily's gig. i heard that they'll have one at the end of the month, i'm not sure where. haha. i miss them! i wanna see kean live and i wanna see him near. haha! i am so depressed to have missed their gig last October 21st. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in accordiance with me and my boyfriend, i am still hoping that nothing bad happens. i know i trust him but then there's this big freaky thought in my head that something bad in taking place. i know it's not right because if i love him, i should trust him.. gah!! enough!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the heart that keeps me alive.. you are my sanctuary..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116183360909321338?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116183360909321338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116183360909321338' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116183360909321338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116183360909321338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/alevort.html' title='alevort..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116170156561316862</id><published>2006-10-24T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T22:52:45.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>can't think of a title.</title><content type='html'>hmm.. i was about to give up yesterday. thinking about him made me stop. he learned how to lie to me. he learned how to ditch me. but then io can still say that this bad thing is an influece he got from playing &lt;strong&gt;ragnarok&lt;/strong&gt;. hmp! that game is to addictive i don't even know why. it's been around for 3-4 years and guys still couldn't stop raving about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, he said his deepest sorry. i am yet again giving him another chance to prove that nothing changed between the both of us. i wish he will not blow this off. i believe him and i understand that he is undergoing a critical addiction towards that game like he did when he started playing &lt;strong&gt;ran online&lt;/strong&gt;. i can't grab him from his friends and he can't grab me from mine. we both know that and we have accepted that fact long before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is one heck of a relationship. but then whatever happened, we're still standing and we're still in love. he is happy with our situation, at least we are not that weird because we also have problems. i know that we're gonna make it big. we're gonna betogether for a loooong time. i'll place my bet on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna give him up and he doesn't wanna give me up. so happy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and if i'm dreaming' please don't wake me up coz i'll go insane.. without you near me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the &lt;strong&gt;craeons/callalily&lt;/strong&gt; MYX live and &lt;strong&gt;aaron ricafrente&lt;/strong&gt;'s MTV homecoming. they're both great.&lt;br /&gt;after that i watched &lt;strong&gt;kamikazee&lt;/strong&gt;'s dyan banda on MYX.&lt;br /&gt;hehe..&lt;br /&gt;i'm getting sleepy.&lt;br /&gt;i have school tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i'll see you whan i see you..ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116170156561316862?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116170156561316862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116170156561316862' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116170156561316862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116170156561316862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/cant-think-of-title.html' title='can&apos;t think of a title.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116127927781445435</id><published>2006-10-20T01:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:36:07.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'>siopao asado.</title><content type='html'>hmm..it's midnight and i'm still awake.. i have school tomorrow. blah! bahala na! matagal na din akong hindi nakakapag online!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anywaysh, friday nanaman! lolz! a lot of stuff happened yesterday, considering the fact that &lt;strong&gt;i cried again&lt;/strong&gt;! &gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i though i couldn't hang on any longer. that thought haunted me for a mere 20 minutes. it was the saddest though so it made me cry more. haha! see how weird i am? i don't wanna cry, but thinking about reality made me. i cried a bit hard to show that i am really depressed with the matter! and he comforted me. i don't expect him to cry with me, that's like expecting the moon to give off it's own light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*ssshh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can hear a dog barking from outside. haha. wala lang!!&lt;br /&gt;looking around, i see a lot of my mom's stuff. no one's texting me na so i expect for them to be asleep. kawawa nman ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;michael didn't text me whether he's home or not. i'm not that worried because i trust him and i know that he'll be safe home..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he just forgot to text me, that's all!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala xang pasok ngeon, it's friday.&lt;br /&gt;how i wish i wouldn't have to go to school today. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have this aftershock kind of feeling about the post in callalily's yahoo!group. sobrang nalungkot ako coz i never thought that the band wouldn't have such negative feedbacks despite their hardwork and patience. &lt;strong&gt;it's not their fault nman eh&lt;/strong&gt;! and i don't wanna blame anyone else..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sana naman that girl tried to think before she typed. daming na offend eh,.,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116127927781445435?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116127927781445435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116127927781445435' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116127927781445435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116127927781445435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/siopao-asado.html' title='siopao asado.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116126618685858982</id><published>2006-10-19T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:36:30.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kakalungkot..</title><content type='html'>minsan talaga..some people need to really adjust their values.&lt;br /&gt;here's a post from callalily's yg entitled.,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" THE WORST MALL TOUR!!! EVER!! KASAMA ANG "callolily" "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ganito kc un...grabe nakakaiinis! !!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!we wcthd a mall tour of CALLOLily ay CALLALILY pla asar dun.. una plng.. 1st ayw kmi ppsukin sa mga bmli ng cd nla dun s dasma kht mron o nkbli kmi ng cd ung orig ha.. kylngn bbli k mismo s mga organizer ng event n un kya summa kmi s mga MBBAHONG POSER n ROcker dun s dasma... lm nyo kaasr din sla!!! 2nd pinaikot kmi ng mga guard ng ROBINSON's pra mkpzok kmi tpos la rin nngyri... buti p si manong Xstatic (mobile n gmit s show) pinapzok kmi!!! tnks kuya 4 ur gudness!grbe! 3rd .. after ng show edi autogrph sesyon n... grbe.... we've waited so long tpos hndi rin kmi pnprma... bigla kmi hnarngan ng mga guard dun sb tpos n... dalawa nlng kmi dun d p tnpos!!tpos tinwag nmin sila tpos dedma p rin!!! feeling sikat at gwapo kht hndi p!!! buti p si LEM kht cosmetically behind, gumwpo p rin...kc my PUSONG BUSILAK!! YES! kc kht hinhla n sya ng road mngr nla ay pumiglas at pinirmhn ung dmit ng hipag ko!!! nkta n LEM ung effort ng hipag ko n umkyat s stage kht mtaas!! mbti at nkpgsign sya!!! at ngsori p!! we LOVEYOU LEM!!! mwaah!! e ung iba tintwg mo n dedma at tumakbo p!!! buti p ung JTC(join the club) kht "rising star" plng cla, cla p mismo ang llpit s fans. kng hndi p kmi pmnta s bckstage dp nla pprmhn..hnd nga lht nkprma eh!!! lm ko n my gig p cla ppnthan kso sna tnpos n mna nla ung trbho nla sa cavite... lm nyo mbti p rin ung 6CM (6cycle)cla my recordng p pro tnpos nla ung show n mgnda at msya pra s mga tao!! SNA MPUBLISH TO S MGA MAG. HOY!! mgplet kyo ng dmit bgo pmnta ng ibng gig.. kc mla SOP hnggng DASMA yn p rin dmit n suot nyo!!! yuck!!! mbti p ung knta ni paris hilton!!! my msg at seksi p. kyo non-sense!!! pareho p nmn tyo tga-uste!!! kmi tigers kyo pussycat dolls!! dont cha baby!!! hndi nmin kyo sinisiraan, were fans ryt??? were just saying to all 5 of u wat we felt and exprienced during that show!! sori nlng!!! hndi nmn kmi kwalan s mga fans nyo kzo mlking bgay ung gnwa nyo smin!!! drama ko noh!!! kyo din!!! biruin mo un akyatin k n ng hipag ko 4 just a sign of u dedma p rin!!! puta!!! sori ha?? ung SEXBOMB pinanood ko inacommodate ung mga fans nila at seksi p.. s knla nlng ako!! wholesome at mrunung gumiling.. at ung ngbbgy ng poster!! sna nxt tym wg n mngyri s iba un!!! wg lki ulo!!! kht mlki n ang ulo!! nga pla dpt mg-tnks kyo ky JESUS kc nkabot kyo dyn kht ppaano... i beliv in karma mga dudes... sna mbilis din.. tnks... sori tlga....sori tlga... pro joke lng...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so bale..&lt;br /&gt;mahaba..&lt;br /&gt;kakalungkot noh??&lt;br /&gt;and to think na babae nag post nian..&lt;br /&gt;and to think na tga USTe ung nag post nain..&lt;br /&gt;a school na sobrang nirerespect ko..&lt;br /&gt;hai naku talaga..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116126618685858982?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116126618685858982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116126618685858982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116126618685858982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116126618685858982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/kakalungkot.html' title='kakalungkot..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116086033277106515</id><published>2006-10-15T04:42:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-15T05:27:49.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Hell of a Roller Coaster..</title><content type='html'>Life for me is weird.. so as my relationship with my boyfriend.. but it's weird in a good way.. I may believe this cannot be it, because I'm only 15. Who in the world would have a steady relationship and is sure who to marry in their 15th year? As for us, whatever we have will last but it will last longer than anyone expects. It may not be forever, but i can assure you it is always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what happened and how it happened and why it happened, but I know by that moment my life rocked! I am thankful for what happened, at least now my mind is at rest. He gave me assurance as well as hope. Hope in a way that I once again believe that we &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be together longer than what others expect. I know some people might not believe in us, in the fact that he'll be 17, I'm fifteen, he studies in college, I am a high school student, I don't know whatever he is doing over there.. But then last night, he gave me reassurance and he brought my trust back to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sometimes the truth hurts.'&lt;br /&gt;A quote I truly believe in. I cried, it was no big deal. The big deal is what he told me. The big deal is what I believed to be true, and yes, I was right. But then in the fact that he stopped it, makes me realize how much he doesn't want this relationship to end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you may think that what I'm saying now is gibberish.. I am sorry, but all I can do is type down what my head wants me to say. As for last night, I spoke everything that I have to say. I opened to him everything, with him thinking that I can't understand what I'm saying. I was dizzy, yes, but I know what I'm saying. I know that what I said was true. I know that I want to hear the truth. I know I want him to tell the truth. I want to know what really is happening and what really happened. I want to see from his eyes the truth. I want him to stare at mine and say it all, knowing that with him staring at me, will be completely difficult for him to say a speck of a lie. I can see from his eyes that he never said a single lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe that if ever we broke up, it's my fault. If ever there is something wrong, I would most likely be the one responsible. It's not that I don't believe in him, it's because of my previous relationship. I trusted my past, and all it did was hurt me more. But then Michael was there, and he comforted me. He made me smile the way others don't. He made me laugh despite the point that I was really crying at that time. He created a bond that tied us even though were not in a relationship yet and neither of us know if there is a chance that we will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I forgot most of what happened last night. I forgot most of that I said, but I know even though I forgot most of them, he wouldn't because the most normal person that time was him. He listened as I spoke and vice versa. I loved him and he loved me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me if we are gonna make it until our anniversary, which is 4 months to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What did I answer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told him,&lt;br /&gt;We're gonna make it our first year, and we will make it no matter what. Because we are not gonna make it our first year only, we're also gonna make it through the second, third, fourth, and so on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116086033277106515?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116086033277106515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116086033277106515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116086033277106515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116086033277106515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-hell-of-roller-coaster_15.html' title='One Hell of a Roller Coaster..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-116019379466207724</id><published>2006-10-07T11:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-07T12:03:14.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so tired...yet again..</title><content type='html'>it's been a long while since i last created a post here..T_T well, some people asked me how my game turned out,, well, i lost my first game, then the next day, i won..twice.. then i lost my last match and i got defaulted..it was okay since i won twice over 4 games..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so tired.. this week was so exhausting. we had a dance number during the singing contest as an intermission number.. we danced get up..by ciara..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wee!!&lt;br /&gt;10 days to go and it's kuya tatsi's birthday!!^__^&lt;br /&gt;10 days to go and he'll be another year older than me..&lt;br /&gt;so bale..&lt;br /&gt;i'm 15  now..&lt;br /&gt;and he will be..&lt;br /&gt;19&lt;br /&gt;aww..&lt;br /&gt;anyways,,,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna to go to one of their gigs..&lt;br /&gt;pero there's no gig na pede ako makapunta,,&lt;br /&gt;kce it's far..&lt;br /&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways..i'll try to post as soon as possible..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-116019379466207724?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/116019379466207724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=116019379466207724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116019379466207724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/116019379466207724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-tiredyet-again.html' title='so tired...yet again..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115806486417917257</id><published>2006-09-12T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:41:04.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tomorrow's gonna be just fine..</title><content type='html'>take it all from callalily's song and the theme of my blog..&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's the big day! wahh!! i have to do good or else... from what i've heard, badminton players from other schools are twice better players than the best we've got. O_o; like--oh my gosh! i don't know why i joined this!? oh why did i!!? i don't wanna get smacked by other people i barely know..-_-; i want to show them i can do it even though their great and professionals!T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm tired. sana wala ng training kanina! tutal bukas na ung game..dapat mei pahinga! but what the heck!? walang pahinga pahinga! nde pa nga tapos ung game eh!! hehe,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have to go. i have to get some rest to be perfect for tomorrow's destiney.. haha!! gtg!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115806486417917257?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115806486417917257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115806486417917257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115806486417917257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115806486417917257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/tomorrows-gonna-be-just-fine.html' title='tomorrow&apos;s gonna be just fine..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115786178400152432</id><published>2006-09-10T12:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T12:16:24.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>katakot...</title><content type='html'>i can't say a lot. i'm bored. haha. i'm still confused. lolz. anyways, it's been days since i last posted a decent post. the area meet is 3 days away and i'm becoming more scared that i might lose and never win a single game!T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please give me courage! huhu! kelangan ko toh! i told myself that before i graduate, i would be awarded with one medal and i think this award for the badminton game will be it. huhu. sana nga!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115786178400152432?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115786178400152432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115786178400152432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115786178400152432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115786178400152432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/katakot.html' title='katakot...'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115772056724302034</id><published>2006-09-08T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T21:08:25.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>i'm currently tired and exhausted! grabeh! badminton practices were not that harsh, but then i played hard coz i like a little sweat from a game. haha. yuck ba?=p i love to be somewhat tired from a game. for me, it means that i did something. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my muscles are sore. but i don't regret them being sore. i don't wanna be fat! haha..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's 8:52 and michael is still not here. and i think he's not coming anymore. how i wish i know where he is this time. he's not online so i think he's out. i trust him nman eh kaya i'll just ask where he came from and that's it. basta sana walang kalokohan please!!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daming classmates ko naging broken hearted these past few days. there were several couples broken down to pieces.. sa lahat ng alam ko.. i can only assure 3 couples. sana 3 lang talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my tropa broke up with her boyfriend today! it was sad. kasi bakit mei ginawa pang malandi dito sa mundo eh!!T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ako? hmm.. i don't feel right today. yes i am tired, pero sad din ako kea nde ko feel ung araw. sana nde maging malas ang september samin. sana wala talaga xang ginagawang kalokohan behind my back. sana nde xa unfair. i trust him completely. sobrang mahal ko xa and nothing would make me sadder than seeing him with somebody else!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sad. please help me. i'm uneasy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115772056724302034?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115772056724302034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115772056724302034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115772056724302034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115772056724302034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115738138708667422</id><published>2006-09-04T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-04T22:49:47.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mood swings.</title><content type='html'>minsan badtrip ako..minsan ang saya saya ko.. but it happens within minutes.. weird right? katulad kanina.. sabog ako. then bossy.. then masaya.. then makulit.. tapos na badtrip bigla.. tapos high blood.. hay ewan!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he made me sad and happy in one day. sad because he didn't come, and happy because he chatted with me for hours and we did what we haven't done in a long time.. &lt;strong&gt;doodle&lt;/strong&gt;.. haha! when someone choses that for an IMVironment..i remember him. nung nililigawan pa lang nia ako, we usually doodle. lolz. saya kasi. we drew a lot of stuff. well, &lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;drew a lot of stuff. i'm rather much fond of watching than moving. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love him so much but i don't know how to express it to him. sometimes it gets buried by my unwanted mood. minsan maglalambing xa, kaso badtrip ako kaya nde ako nakikiride.. minsan naman he wants kulitan so he tickles me to death.. kaso nga badtrip ako kaya nagagalit ako kce he won't stop! &lt;strong&gt;ang bad ko talaga!&lt;/strong&gt; hay nako!! huhu..T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna change! i really do! ngeong year lang ako nagkaron ng buwiset na mood swings na toh!!&gt;_&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;huwag kang bibitiw bigla! ;;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115738138708667422?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115738138708667422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115738138708667422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115738138708667422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115738138708667422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/09/mood-swings.html' title='mood swings.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115702004785213704</id><published>2006-08-31T18:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T18:27:47.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob came back!!</title><content type='html'>wee!! saya saya!! my spongebob pin is finally back where it belongs.. WITH ME!! lolz.. nakita xa ng schoolmate ko sa paper bag ng isa ko pang schoolmate!! *dances* Buti na lang hindi xa sa &lt;strong&gt;mater&lt;/strong&gt; nawala.. or else i don't have anything to do about it.. wee!! saya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, &lt;strong&gt;penshoppe denimlab rockfest&lt;/strong&gt; na tomorrow.. wee!! sana makapunta kami!! para masaya!! hehe,, i am currently tired.. badminton try-outs kanina eh.. and i participated. mejoh dyahe nga kasi the only thing the adviser said was '&lt;em&gt;wala daw xa mapili sa babae!&lt;/em&gt;' grr!! suukan niya lang.. i won't join any sport na! tutal kulang kulang naman varsity players eh.. eh di mawawalan na xa ng trabaho! &gt;_&lt;&gt;na wala daw kaming kwenta! pano ba naman ung janitor ng school eh ang aga aga mag linis! the students haven't been dissmissed yet tapos maglilinis xa! yan tuloy.. a lot of the books from the first section were confiscated because those stuff were seen on the tables.. nakakainis talaga! sabi pa ng principal namin mag resign na daw commandant namin kasi nga dun sa mga books na first section lang naman nag iwan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi din nila kasalanan un..atat mag linis ung mga janitor eh!!/gg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways,, i don't want my happiness to be ruined.. saya saya!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;welcome back spongebob!!&lt;3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115702004785213704?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115702004785213704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115702004785213704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115702004785213704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115702004785213704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/spongebob-came-back.html' title='spongebob came back!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115684648502931604</id><published>2006-08-29T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T18:14:45.046+08:00</updated><title type='text'>spongebob come back!!</title><content type='html'>huhu!! wala ng spongebob!! nawala /  nakuha /  ninakaw ung pin button ko na spongebob.. eh sobrang napakahirap humanap ng ganung facial expression ni spongebob na pin button!! huhu!! sana &lt;strong&gt;magbalik&lt;/strong&gt; ung pin na un!! kasi sobrang nalungkot ako!! eh that was the first thing that michael gave me!! eh nde pa naman kami nung binigay nia un!! huhu,,nakalagay pa yata sa cellphone ko kung kelan nia binigay ung pin na un!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would really do anything to get that pin back.. umiyak nga ako kagabi dahil lang dun sa pin na un eh!! pra kceng wala akong pakialam na hinayaan ko na lang na mawala ung bagay na un!! sorang importante pa naman nun sakin!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;huhu!!!spongebob where are you!!?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115684648502931604?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115684648502931604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115684648502931604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115684648502931604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115684648502931604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/spongebob-come-back.html' title='spongebob come back!!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115665408857780230</id><published>2006-08-27T12:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T12:48:08.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magbalik.</title><content type='html'>it's lunchtime and we don't have lunch.. wtf,, anyways.. since i don't have anything to talk about at the moment, let me entertain you witht the lyrics of one of my favorite songs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAGBALIK&lt;br /&gt;Callalily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wala na ang dating pagtingin&lt;br /&gt;Sawa na ba sa 'king lambing&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka namang dahilan&lt;br /&gt;Bakit bigla na lang nang-iwan&lt;br /&gt;Di na alam ang gagawin&lt;br /&gt;Upang ika'y magbalik sa 'kin&lt;br /&gt;Ginawa ko naman ang lahat&lt;br /&gt;Bakit bigla na lang naghanap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi magbabago&lt;br /&gt;Pagmamahal sa iyo&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y pakinggan mo&lt;br /&gt;Ang awit ng pusong ito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Tulad ng mundong hindi tumitigil sa pag-ikot&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig di magbabago&lt;br /&gt;Tulad ng ilog na hindi tumitigil sa pag-agos&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig di matatapos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alaala'y bumabalik&lt;br /&gt;Mga panahong nasasabik&lt;br /&gt;Sukdulang mukha mo ay laging nasa panaginip&lt;br /&gt;Bakit biglang pinagpalit?&lt;br /&gt;Pagsasamahan tila nawaglit&lt;br /&gt;Ang dating walang hanggan&lt;br /&gt;Nagkaroon ng katapusan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumitigil.... tumitigil.... Pag-ibig di matatapos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115665408857780230?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115665408857780230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115665408857780230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115665408857780230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115665408857780230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/magbalik.html' title='magbalik.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115659481505264832</id><published>2006-08-26T20:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T20:20:15.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>senti..</title><content type='html'>life is unjust sometimes.. but it's life.. sometimes really good things can turn bad.. it's either by chance or by choice. but nothing happens by chance. we either do it, or other people do it for us. sometimes we need to really accept a person.. whatever personality and behavior he or she has.. we should completely accept who he or she is before we decide that he or she is the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me.. it's a matter of choice. it really is. nothing happens by chance. i'm listening to sentimental music (again.. sentimental.. not EMO). i'm thinking, how come something perfect be destructed? like what happened before.. why? it's such a cruel world. who do perfect people have to e punished? why do imperfect people get punished more?? i'm downloading more rnb/senti music for myself.. haha.. i don't have the slightest reason why! my love life's okay. we don't ahve fights.. but still i'm not that happy. i'm not saying i'm not happy with him.. i am unhappy with ME. yes. me. i am so twisted i couldn't even believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still pondering why the hell won't anyone comment my blog?? i don't have a lot in my links page, probably because i only know a few. i envy other people with oozing commentaries from people i'm not even sure they know. i need to find people to read my stuff. that way i'll really e satisfied. i'm not calling this hunger for attention, i just think this blog is lifeless without the opinions of other people., and reading thoughts from people i don't know can be quite exciting, don't you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115659481505264832?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115659481505264832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115659481505264832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115659481505264832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115659481505264832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/senti.html' title='senti..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115656022515279304</id><published>2006-08-26T10:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T10:43:45.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Layout..</title><content type='html'>Haha! Now this is me.. Callalily rocks! Lolz.. I think I like this better than my previous layout..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took about three hours to finish this layout..it's premade so I edited quite a lot..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did this layout last night I wasn't able to post because there was a runtime error or something..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, it's still morning.. i'll post more soon..ü&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115656022515279304?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115656022515279304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115656022515279304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115656022515279304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115656022515279304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/new-layout.html' title='New Layout..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115598609649914319</id><published>2006-08-19T17:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T19:15:16.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If only you were here..</title><content type='html'>Actually I'm not that happy. Haha. I wanna go to MoA tomorrow but I'm not sure everybody's happy with it. If I go, it'll be the first gig I'll go wherein I'll meet most of the callalistas. Haha. I really wanna meet them. I really wanna see Callalily again. But of course, I wanna share that experience with someone special (If ever na pumayag. haha.) Callalily is not all looks. They are actually very good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and btw, one of my favorite bands will have a gig on the 22nd. Craeons will perform in the Philippines Womens University. Huhu. My boyfriendstudies there. Waa! I really wanna go. Lolx. Kaso mei pasok na nung day na un eh. T_T&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay back to Callalily, I think I'll have the chance to go to MoA pala.. My aunt asked me kung gus2 ko daw, pede daw ako sumabay sa kanila coz they'll be going to San Roque Church. Haha!! I wanna!! I'll ask my mom if I could have the money my grandma 'gave' me for my birthday. Well, good luck with that. *sigh* Anyways, I have to go. I'll PAMS. =3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115598609649914319?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115598609649914319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115598609649914319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115598609649914319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115598609649914319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/if-only-you-were-here.html' title='If only you were here..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115574133682443180</id><published>2006-08-16T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T23:15:36.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more and more..</title><content type='html'>i seem to be so hasty about this blog.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;i'm hoping to get a lot of hits..&lt;br /&gt;i'm advertising my blog on almost every site i joined.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;sounds stupid right?&lt;br /&gt;=3&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;today wasn't that bad.&lt;br /&gt;I baked brownies because we have a project tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;i have to give 3 pieces of browning to the teachers at school.&lt;br /&gt;there are 14.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;i collected money from my group members,&lt;br /&gt;i only recieved P140.&lt;br /&gt;i should get P50 from every member,&lt;br /&gt;i have 8.&lt;br /&gt;but then i only collected 140..&lt;br /&gt;what the--&lt;br /&gt;.\/.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;things are turning pretty much back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;i dunno,&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm just stressed&lt;br /&gt;since i am always included in every&lt;br /&gt;entrance of colours at school.&lt;br /&gt;i have to wear green goa on special days.&lt;br /&gt;argh!&lt;br /&gt;like our acquaintance party,&lt;br /&gt;i have to change to my casual attire at school!&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;br /&gt;that sucks.&lt;br /&gt;anyways, don't have much to say.&lt;br /&gt;i gotta improve the site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see ya!(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115574133682443180?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115574133682443180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115574133682443180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115574133682443180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115574133682443180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/more-and-more.html' title='more and more..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115563793089794230</id><published>2006-08-15T18:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:24:38.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know I can never be enough to replace your whatever.</title><content type='html'>Someties I feel that I'm the person who's creating all the disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Yet I feel that I'm being too hard on myself.&lt;br /&gt;I am not meant to be blamed.&lt;br /&gt;No one should be.&lt;br /&gt;I know that.&lt;br /&gt;Life is full of weirdness.&lt;br /&gt;No one can possibly explain the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;I certainly can't.&lt;br /&gt;Yet why do some people enjoy it?&lt;br /&gt;Why do some hate it so much that they decide to end it?&lt;br /&gt;For me, Life is better when you have someone to share it with.&lt;br /&gt;Friends,&lt;br /&gt;Family,&lt;br /&gt;Loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;Girlfriends&lt;br /&gt;Boyfriends..&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;Whatever&lt;br /&gt;and however life changes,&lt;br /&gt;I wish there are still those who care for me.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that they will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;And will never leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pondering, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;I'm more than perfect this times.&lt;br /&gt;I am with someone very special,&lt;br /&gt;my friends are always there,&lt;br /&gt;my family hsan't any problems.&lt;br /&gt;I'm just pondering, okay?&lt;br /&gt;But I wish someone who reads this&lt;br /&gt;understand the things between my words.=3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115563793089794230?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115563793089794230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115563793089794230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115563793089794230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115563793089794230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/i-know-i-can-never-be-enough-to.html' title='I know I can never be enough to replace your whatever.'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115553896111557258</id><published>2006-08-14T14:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T15:02:41.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm..</title><content type='html'>i didn't see callalily in sop.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't hear them in 99.5rt.&lt;br /&gt;gah!&lt;br /&gt;i didn't have the chance.&lt;br /&gt;but.&lt;br /&gt;what the hell.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i can go to their album launch although i really don't know where motrobar is!&lt;br /&gt;haha!&lt;br /&gt;i'm only 15.&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;i also will i can go to MoA on the 20th.&lt;br /&gt;so that i can see them play on the 200th day of my boyfriend and me.&lt;br /&gt;hee.&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see them with him.&lt;br /&gt;that'll make their band extra special.&lt;br /&gt;lolx.&lt;br /&gt;and michael also asked me if i want to come on that day.&lt;br /&gt;i didn't know what to say because i don't know if my mom would permit me to go to MoA with him alone.&lt;br /&gt;haha.&lt;br /&gt;anyways,&lt;br /&gt;gotta go!&lt;br /&gt;(",)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115553896111557258?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115553896111557258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115553896111557258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115553896111557258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115553896111557258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/hmm.html' title='Hmm..'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115544332584412975</id><published>2006-08-13T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:28:45.843+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whew!</title><content type='html'>there!&lt;br /&gt;i made some changes.&lt;br /&gt;better, right?&lt;br /&gt;but,,&lt;br /&gt;i think..&lt;br /&gt;it's bad..&lt;br /&gt;because i edited what was originally there..&lt;br /&gt;but then i give credit to the designer..&lt;br /&gt;is that bad?&lt;br /&gt;T_T&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115544332584412975?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115544332584412975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32639782&amp;postID=115544332584412975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115544332584412975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32639782/posts/default/115544332584412975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/2006/08/whew.html' title='whew!'/><author><name>Maggie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10543482734929656282</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://i74.photobucket.com/albums/i279/magzkawaii/maggie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32639782.post-115543516458535795</id><published>2006-08-13T10:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:38:17.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first peek.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it's my first post.&lt;br /&gt;wee.=D&lt;br /&gt;i don't have anything to say at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;i'll try to post more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: is currently template-hunting.&lt;br /&gt;harhar!&lt;br /&gt;see ya'!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/32639782-115543516458535795?l=lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeandsuicide.blogspot.com/feeds/115543516458535795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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