<?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-19814969</id><updated>2011-12-15T11:00:02.612+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MaRiAnNe:The Gurl Who Slept Too Much</title><subtitle type='html'>*:-.,_,.-:*'``'*:-.,_,.-:**:-
isn't it tragic when you have so much love to give and nobody seems to want it? 
*:-.,_,.-:*'``'*:-.,_,.-:**:-</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114442302684874952</id><published>2006-04-07T23:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:17:06.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more bora pix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/640/collage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/collage.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;jetski..hehehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114442302684874952?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114442302684874952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114442302684874952&amp;isPopup=true' title='112 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114442302684874952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114442302684874952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-bora-pix.html' title='more bora pix'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>112</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114442250314245286</id><published>2006-04-07T23:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T23:08:23.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fun in the fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/640/Picture%20251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/Picture%20251.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;fond memories from bora..&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114442250314245286?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114442250314245286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114442250314245286&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114442250314245286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114442250314245286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/04/fun-in-fun.html' title='fun in the fun'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114439161592256219</id><published>2006-04-07T14:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T14:33:36.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/640/collage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/collage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;juz downloaded the google pack and im trying out the picasa.! hehe&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114439161592256219?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114439161592256219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114439161592256219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114439161592256219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114439161592256219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/04/testing.html' title='testing'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114291718448675667</id><published>2006-03-21T12:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T12:59:44.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reposting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/Qjg5xwoKCkwAAFO7Ym41.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/Qjg5xwoKCkwAAFO7Ym41.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;isang araw may dadating na isang tao... papasayahin ka gagawin lahat para sa ikaliligaya mo sasabihin niya mahal ka niya una mag-iisip ka tapos matutuwa ka mapapalapit ka sa kanya mamahalin mo rin siya magiging kayo tapos ano? sa una super sweet super saya pag lipas ng panahon ano? makakaramdam ka na ng sakit dulot ng walang katapusan nyong pag-aaway hay naku..tama ba yun? sasaktan ka ng isang estranghero na ni hindi mo kaanu-ano? pahihirapan ka ng isang tao na basta na lang duamating sa buhay mo! anong gagawin mo? magtitiis ka... kasi nga mahal mo siya.. hahayaan mong gawin kang parang tanga sunud-sunuran sa mga gusto niya. para lang malaman sa bandang dulo na iiwan ka pa rin niya.. sayang ang mga luha sayang ang mga ngiti sayang ang lahat ng pagsuyo sayang ang lahat ng sakripisyo karapat-dapat ba siya? san ka nagkamali? mali lang ba ang taong minahal mo? o mali ka dahil nagmahal ka.. mga tanong na mahirap sagutin lalo na kung lito ka..lutang ka.. o naging manhid ka na.. heto ang tanong pagkatapos ng lahat ng yaon anong gagawin mo? magmamahal ka pa ba? malamang hindi na... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114291718448675667?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114291718448675667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114291718448675667&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114291718448675667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114291718448675667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/reposting.html' title='reposting'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114269882910738573</id><published>2006-03-19T00:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T00:27:24.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALLY McBEAL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;dont you ever wonder how something so funny could be.. so sad.. so true.. oh..so &lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup..time for quotes again..hheheheh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Ally McBeal: Remember, when you're with me, it's the only time you're not the strangest person in the room. So go ahead, get weird with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: The real truth is, I probably don't want to be too happy or content. Because, then what? I actually like the quest, the search. That's the fun. The more lost you are, the more you have to look forward to. What do you know? I'm having a great time and I don't even know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: Sometimes... there's no point in the truth if the only thing it will do is cause pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: The idea that when people come together, they stay together. I have to take that with me when I'm going to bed at night, Even if I'm going to bed alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: Men are like gum anyway - after you chew they lose their flavor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: Hi! I'm Ally McBeal, homewrecker. Here's my card.&lt;br /&gt;Georgia Thomas: I already have it, thanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Tracy Clark: You kissed him? You're a slut!&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: I... I am not! I am not a slut!&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Tracy Clark: Oh, come on! Don't fool yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: Maybe I'll share my life with somebody... maybe not. But the truth is, when I think back of my loneliest moments, there was usually somebody sitting there next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Renée Radick: Snow White. Cinderella. All about gettin' a guy. Being saved by the guy. Today it's the Little Mermaid, Aladdin, Pocahontas. All about gettin' a guy.&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: So basically we're screwed up because of...&lt;br /&gt;Renée Radick: Disney.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ally McBeal: Even if I did get past all my problems, I'm just gonna get out and get new ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114269882910738573?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114269882910738573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114269882910738573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114269882910738573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114269882910738573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/ally-mcbeal.html' title='ALLY McBEAL'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114269540474296768</id><published>2006-03-18T23:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T23:50:40.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RestDay..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;WHOA! seems like yesterday lang noh? grabe.. its restday na naman.. i cant believe its been a week! time goes by so fast.. oh well.. wala.. its restday.. meaning wala na naman akong magawa buong weekend.. heheheh yun.. tambay.. pc.. kain.. tulog na naman toh! ahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wait.. im going out pala tomorrow, yey! faye, a pwend from davao is here so .. un.. magkikita daw kami.. im going to meet her in this exotic far away land called Glorietta.. hehehh teka tama ba spelling? heihihhi bahala na..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun pa.. my day was not sobrang wala naman pala.. i did go out with another friend today.. brunch and movie. masaya naamn ..but i dont really know if the movie was THAT good.. or mababaw lang talaga akong tao.. hahaha! basta i had fun.. un lang.. sad lang tho coz nde ako nagcing in time for a dinner appointment.. and since i missed dinner..wala nako kasama pumunta sa drinking session.. wow! imagine.. if i didnt like sleeping so much.. this wouldve been the busiest saturday ive had in months! sayang.. oh well un lang..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now.. im here.. PEXing while on MTC.. chatting on MiRc while playing Yahoo!Pool.. and browsing through friendster while blogging. talk about multi tasking! yes..im that bored.. or is bored the word? i dont even know now. basta yun na yun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/123.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Song &lt;/em&gt;of the day..hhehehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;And wake my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Let it wash away&lt;br /&gt;My sanity&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna feel the thunder&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;Let the rain fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming clean, I'm coming clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm shedding&lt;br /&gt;Shedding every color&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a pigment of truth&lt;br /&gt;Beneath my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114269540474296768?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114269540474296768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114269540474296768&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114269540474296768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114269540474296768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/restday.html' title='RestDay..'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114232056400244666</id><published>2006-03-14T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:16:04.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>YUP! you guessed it.. today is PICTORIAL DAY! haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Know all about&lt;br /&gt;About your reputation&lt;br /&gt;And how it's bound to be a heartbreak situation&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it if I'm helpless&lt;br /&gt;every time that i'm where you are&lt;br /&gt;You walk in and my strength walks out the door&lt;br /&gt;Say my name and I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial10.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Oh I know, I should go&lt;br /&gt;But I need your touch just too damn much&lt;br /&gt;Loving you isn't really something I should do&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you&lt;br /&gt;Well I should try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;it Might be a mistake&lt;br /&gt;A mistake I'm making&lt;br /&gt;But what you're giving I am happy to be taking&lt;br /&gt;Cause no one's ever made me feel&lt;br /&gt;The way I feel when i'm in your arms&lt;br /&gt;They say you're something I should do without&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what goes on&lt;br /&gt;When the lights go out&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There's no way to explain&lt;br /&gt;All the pleasure is worth all the pain&lt;br /&gt;Loving you isn't really something I should do&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you&lt;br /&gt;Well I should try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosting by Photobucket" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should try to run&lt;br /&gt;But I just can't seem to&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I run you're the one I run to&lt;br /&gt;Can't do without, what you do to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't care if I'm in too deep&lt;br /&gt;Know all about&lt;br /&gt;About your reputation&lt;br /&gt;And how its' bound to be a heartbreak situation&lt;br /&gt;But I can't help it if I'm helpless&lt;br /&gt;Every time that I'm where you are&lt;br /&gt;You walk in and my strength walks out the door&lt;br /&gt;Say my name and I can't fight it anymore&lt;br /&gt;Oh I know I should go&lt;br /&gt;But I need your touch just too damn much&lt;br /&gt;Loving you isn't really something I should do&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't wanna spend my time with you&lt;br /&gt;Well I should try to be strong&lt;br /&gt;But baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;br /&gt;Yeah baby you're the right kind of wrong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114232056400244666?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114232056400244666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114232056400244666&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114232056400244666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114232056400244666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/yup-you-guessed-it-today-i_114232056400244666.html' title='YUP! you guessed it.. today is PICTORIAL DAY! haha'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114231723067465772</id><published>2006-03-14T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T15:03:29.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pictorial time again! yes! hahaha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yup.. yup.. bored is the word! ahahaha oh well.. its almost bedtime for me! dont worry..its juz a song.. its a brandnew me.. ! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; As I watch you move, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;across the moonlit room &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, I need your sweet caress &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hold me in the darkness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tonight, you calm my restlessness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You relieve my sadness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As we move to embrace, tears run down your face &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I whisper words of love, so softly I&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Without your touch, life will be lonely &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's so much tenderness in your loving &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomorrow I must leave, the dawn knows no reprieve &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God give me strength when I am leaving...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; So raise your hands to heaven and pray &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;That we'll be back together someday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/pictorial9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I need your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you calm my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;You relieve my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we move to embrace, tears run down your face&lt;br /&gt;I whisper words of love, so softly&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe this pain, it's driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;Without your touch, life will be lonely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So raise your hands to heaven and pray&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be back together someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I need your sweet caress&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, you calm my restlessness&lt;br /&gt;You relieve my sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning has come, another day&lt;br /&gt;I must pack my bags and say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114231723067465772?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114231723067465772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114231723067465772&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114231723067465772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114231723067465772'/><link rel='alternate' 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style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;• I will not date a man who isn’t sure he wants to date me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;• I will not date a man who makes me feel sexually undesirable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;• I will not date a man who drinks or does drugs to an extent that makes me uncomfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;• I will not be with a man who’s afraid to talk about our future. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;• I will not, under any circumstances, spend my precious time with a man who has already rejected me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;• I will not date a man who is married. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;• I will not be with a man who is not clearly a good, kind, loving person.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;--He's Just Not That Into You by Greg Behrendt and Liz Tucillo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114212246306244586?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114212246306244586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114212246306244586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114212246306244586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114212246306244586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/non-negotiables.html' title='Non-Negotiables'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114207195853509159</id><published>2006-03-11T18:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:12:38.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yea..yea...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/Ints.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/Ints.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pacute na kung pacute..&lt;br /&gt;ahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114207195853509159?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114207195853509159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114207195853509159&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114207195853509159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114207195853509159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/yeayea.html' title='yea..yea...'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114207130069877932</id><published>2006-03-11T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T18:01:41.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>..Rest Day..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;its &lt;/em&gt;my restday.. as usual.. wala na naamn akong ginawa..hehehehe i juz being "productive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;hehehehe went to mega this morning.. i lost my fave jacket ..hhuhuu (ulyanin kse.. stupid jacket! ehehe) enways.. masaya naman.. got home around 3pm then i started browsing the net na.. downloaded some new songs today.. good thing my BearShare is still working even if i already uninstalled the WhenUSave thingie.. right now im listening to this song (for the record..nde ako nag eemote! hahaha ) and oh ya..im over him! soo over him! (walang kokontra! bleh blog ko to noh! hhehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Silence and quiet&lt;br /&gt;Again in my life&lt;br /&gt;Far from these moments&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passion and truth&lt;br /&gt;We were about&lt;br /&gt;Before these shadows&lt;br /&gt;Stole the beat of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;After all we have been through&lt;br /&gt;I can only look at you&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes you lied to&lt;br /&gt;I'm givin' up, givin' up&lt;br /&gt;I'm givin' up on you&lt;br /&gt;After all if there is no way out&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot stand beside me&lt;br /&gt;If there isn't love&lt;br /&gt;There is only pride&lt;br /&gt;I'm givin' up, I'm givin' up this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undo this leash&lt;br /&gt;You say I tied&lt;br /&gt;When only our fears are to&lt;br /&gt;blame this time&lt;br /&gt;And what am I to you&lt;br /&gt;Just spit it out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid of the words that you hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all crash&lt;br /&gt;When did it start to fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence and quiet&lt;br /&gt;Passion, the truth&lt;br /&gt;Shadows, only shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114207130069877932?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114207130069877932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114207130069877932&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114207130069877932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114207130069877932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/rest-day.html' title='..Rest Day..'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114206373726664616</id><published>2006-03-11T15:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:58:16.430+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Just Not That Into You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/hes.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/hes.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;i've been the reading the e-book but i finally got a copy today!! finally may stock na sa PowerBooks!! wala lang.. natutuwa lang ako.. i love the book.. *sighs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my faves:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So glad he likes to keep up with the Way You Were. Who doesn’t need another phone pal, especially since you have a new phone and a new apartment? Put him on hold and listen to me, missy: A man who wants to make a relationship work will move mountains to keep the woman he loves. If he’s not calling you to tell you he loves you and wants you back, it should only be because he’s showing up at your new residence to do it in person. If he’s not trying to romance your socks off with dates, flowers, and poetry, it should only be because he’s too engrossed with his couples counseling workbooks and is prioritizing getting back on the right track. If he’s not doing any of that, he may love you, he may miss you, but ultimately he’s just not that into you. Stop taking his calls and let him really know what it’s like to live without you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don’t be flattered that he misses you. He should miss you. You’re deeply missable. However, he’s still the same person who just broke up with you. Remember,&lt;strong&gt; the only reason he can miss you is because he’s choosing, every day, not to be with you.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang.. nagdadrama lang ulit.. hehehehehe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114206373726664616?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114206373726664616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114206373726664616&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114206373726664616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114206373726664616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/hes-just-not-that-into-you.html' title='He&apos;s Just Not That Into You'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114206222562731503</id><published>2006-03-11T15:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:30:25.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TAMA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wala.. share ko lang.. so true kase.. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Call center"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mataas na sweldo, magaan na trabaho, no age limit at hindi rin kailangang college graduate. Ang tanging requirement, ganda ng boses at galing sa pagsasalita. 'Ika nga ng iba, "in" ka kapag nasa call center ka. Pero paano kung ang kapalit ng magadnang sweldo at iba't ibang benepisyo, ay ang kanilang kalusugan at kaligtasan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the article at abs-cbsnews.com about their feature in The Correspondents about call centers and their employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, Gigi Grande and the producers who conceptualized the said episode was not able to capture the truth behind call centers and their employees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;magaan na trabaho -- this is a misconception that a lot of people have about call centers. this is work, serious work and not playtime. as call center agents we are the frontliners of some of the biggest companies around the world. we handle their first line of defense for their businnes, Customer Service. we Filipinos who work in call centers represent these companies to their consumers and we filipinos can spell the success or downfall of these business just on how we deal with their consumers 24/7 and that is not an easy task. the reason why call centers thrive in the philippines is because filipinos have good customer service skills. we are professional workers and we give everything a 100%. i salute all the call center employees who make this feat possible. it means jobs and job security to the filipinos who wanted to work in their own country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no age limit -- because call centers are equal opportunity employers. they do not set limitations to people's ability to work. it is only here in the philippines where we put an age limit to applications. it really does not matter what age the applicant is as long as they can still deliver quality performance. it is called diversity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hindi rin kailangang college graduate - for cheap call centers maybe, not for the big ones. we encourage our applicants to finish college first before applying. they may also be assisted through schedule requests if they want to continue studying while still employed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang tanging requirement, ganda ng boses at galing sa pagsasalita -- for radio stations yes. not for call center. we are not DJs. we also require high IQ and intelligence in call centers. For example, Wil Ison, the 24 yo manager who was featured in The Correpondents. You did not even applaude him for reaching that position in such a young age. if he was employed in a bank, he will only become a manager if he kissed enough bossess ass or because he is already 50 years old. People like Wil were promoted because they are good employees. Most of the call centers have internal application processes that enables the employees to apply for higher position highliting their performance and capabilities and not who their friends are and whose ass they just wiped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ika nga ng iba, "in" ka kapag nasa call center ka. - this is not a fad. we are working, we pay our taxes, we are productive citizens of this country. we chose to stay and earn here in our own country rather than go abroad and contribute to the brain drain. we earn a lot beacuse we work hard. we are thankful for the good education we were provided by our parents that gave us the competencies we have now. we are working for multinational companies and we get promoted. most of us 21-30 years old and we are managers, supervisors and senior managers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we may not be doctors or lawyers but at least we are not corrupt. we are productive and we make sure that our families and our future families will not be included with the uneducated, paid rallyists in EDSA, who do not even understand why they are there. we are not a burden to the government, they should even be thankful because it is our tax, the middle class tax, that makes it possible for the Philippines to stay alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of potraying us as obese, smoking insomiacs....why not thank us? applaude our achievements, be proud that we are very good with what we do that's why investors come in to the philippines. ask the government to provide security to the employees who have different schedules from the normal 9-5 workers? ask them to take care of us and in return we will work harder, show the companies that it is worth investing in the philippines, we will continue to pay our taxes and slowly but surely help our country progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Menice Yap&lt;br /&gt;Call Center Supervisor&lt;br /&gt;Pasig City&lt;br /&gt;&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/19814969-114206222562731503?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114206222562731503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114206222562731503&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114206222562731503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114206222562731503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/tama.html' title='TAMA!'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114161214309325202</id><published>2006-03-06T10:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:29:03.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mga kacornyha.. haay..hopeless case of.. wala!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Di ko alam kung ano ang tunayna nararamdaman mo para sa akin, pero kung ano man yun, nakahanda ako, mahal mo man ako o hindi, laro man o totoo, isa lang ang alam ko.. mahal kita masaktan man ako…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be not afraid of moving on slowly rather be very afraid of standing still.  Indeed, the brave may not live forever, but the cautious fail to live at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap mawala ang isang tao na nagging bahagi na ng buhay mo… isang tao na mahal mo at di mo kayang mawala.  Kaya ng dumating ka, isa lang ang dasal ko, “sana wag ka nang mawala sa buhay ko!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you not because you earned it… not because you deserved it… I miss you… not because you’re far but… ah… basta!  I miss you! Kailangan pa ba explain yun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila all Is fair in love… bakit pag nagsabi sya ng “I love you” sagot mo.. “I love you too”?  bakit pag ako na yung nagsavi nun smile ka lang? now tell me… fair bay un?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dati may nagmahal sakin, sabi niya manhid daw ako.  Di ko raw naramdaman yun.  Di ko raw nahalata.  Pero kung manhid ako, bakit mahal kita?  Di mo naramdaman? Di mo nahalata? Bakit? Manhid ka rin ba? Sana hindi…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What’s hard? Trying to love the one who loves you? Or hoping that the one you love will love you back?  Both are hard right? But the hardest is to fall for the one who loves you just when the one you love has finally fallen for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m jealous of the people getting close to you, especially when you show them your affection, it not that I’m being selfish or possessive, I’m just afraid you’ll be happy with them that you’ll forget I’m still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In life you’ll meet someone who will ride with you in a limo, but what you really need is somebody who will take the bus with you when the limo flats down.  I’ll be here. Updan ta ka, maski malakat lang ta ya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumingin ako sa langit nakita kita… binuksan ko radio, narinig kita… naghanap ako ng tatambayan nakasama kita… nanonood ako ng tv, ikaw ang bida…  baliw nab a ako?? O miss lang kita?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I had a dream… I was walking along the beach with the Lord and I asked Him why I have a friend like you, and he said, “my child, GABA NA NIMO!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iiwas ka ba kung sabihin kong gusto nakita?  Sakim ba ako kung sabihin kong sana akin ka?  Magagalit ka ba kung agawin kita sa kanya? Pero masisisi mo ba ako kung mahal talaga kita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss kita… pero hindi much… hindi rin sobraz… yung tama lang… yung tipong ikamamatay ko pag hindi ka nagparamdam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang hirap palang magmahal , lalo na kung malayo sayo, di mo siya nakakausap, di mo nakakausap, di mo makasama, di ka mapakali dahil mo siya katabi. At higit sa lahat, di mo alam kung mahal ka pa niya gaya ng dati…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to ignore you… I tried to keep myself from texting you.  I tried so hard but I can’t coz.. mahalaga ka sakin e.. kaya di kita magawang balewalain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I say goodbye to someone I never had?  Why do tears fall for someone who was never mine?  Why is it that I miss someone I was never with?  Why do I love someone whose love can never be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If part ways come then you’ll have to say “bye”. I’ll hold your arms tight so you can’t go. even if you say “I’ll see you soon”, I’ll sit beside you and whisper’ “ayaw… gusto ko dito ka lang…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be the loneliest feeling, standing cold under the rain, all alone, but if you were there hugging me tight, just right there by my side, I would just hope it rained fort he rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So nakalimot ka na talaga?! Malamang fi ka na rin magtext… di ka na magpaparamdam, mga bagay na din a bago sa akin! Kase… naaalala mo lang naman ako pag may nakikita kang cute! Bakit gainyan kA? :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kala ko pag iniwan kita hahanapin mo ko, kala ko pag lumayo ako mamimiss mo ko, kala ko pag di ako nagparamdam tatawagan mo ko, yun pala, iba na hahanapin mo. HUY! Pano na ko???....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you reach the edge of a cliff, trust God enough to let go.  One of two things will happen… He will catch you when you fall, or He will teach you how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me if I care you?! Damn!!! Always! If I like you?! Shit! So much!! If I miss you?! Fuck! Forever! If I love you?! Tangina!! More than my life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Minsan gusto nating sabihing maasya tayo… pero anumang pilit nating maging masaya, hahanapin pa rin natin ang isang bagay na nagpapasaya satin… ewan ko kung ano sayo.. sakin kse..”ikaw”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kagabi may nakita akong falling star… nagwish ako.  Sabi ko sana maging akin ka… biglang huminto yung star, lumapit sakin at tumawa sabay sabing… “sira ka talaga! Hindi pwede! Kase ayun siya kasama mahal niya!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My biggest reward it to see your smile and to know that you are happy.  I know life is sometimes cruel but that is why I’m here for you. To show that life can be good when somebody cares.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114161214309325202?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114161214309325202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114161214309325202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114161214309325202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114161214309325202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/mga-kacornyha-haayhopeless-case-of.html' title='mga kacornyha.. haay..hopeless case of.. wala!'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-114151996272204417</id><published>2006-03-05T08:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T09:18:51.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>some favorites..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;The farthest distance in the world is not the distance between north and south... It's the fact that im standing right beside you and you dont know how much i love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're the star that i love so much but i can never reach. Eventhough its impossible, im a&lt;br /&gt;fool who just wont quit.. coz maybe someday, you my star might decide to fall for me..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;someone asked me why i hold on to you, i smiled.. what made me fall for you, i stayed silent.. they asked me why of all people i chose you.. i answered, "in the world of lies, he's the only truth i know."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its hard to hold on to something u know would never be yours in any way you think of. you just have to learn to let go and face the fact that while good things never last, some don't even start..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;have you ever wondered why sometimes looking at the one you love hurts you inside instead of makin you happy? its because you know it would always be that way.. you looking, and him not knowing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-114151996272204417?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/114151996272204417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=114151996272204417&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114151996272204417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/114151996272204417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/03/some-favorites.html' title='some favorites..'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113788790739545512</id><published>2006-01-22T07:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:01:08.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Hallmark Cards!!! When you care enough to send the very best!*</title><content type='html'>1. I always wanted to have someone to hold, someone to love. And now&lt;br /&gt;that you've come into my life...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I've changed my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I must admit, you brought religion into my life...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I never believed in Hell until I met you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. As the days go by, I think how lucky I am....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - That you're not here to ruin it for me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Congratulations on your promotion. Before you go....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Will you take the knife from my back? You'll probably&lt;br /&gt;need it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Happy Birthday! You look great for your age....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Almost lifelike!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. When we were together, you said you'd die for me...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Now we've broken up, I think it's time to keep your&lt;br /&gt;promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Congratulations on your new bundle of joy....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Did you ever find out who the father was?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. You are such a good friend. If we were on a sinking ship and there&lt;br /&gt;was only one life jacket...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I'd miss you terribly and think of you often .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your friends and I wanted to do something special for your&lt;br /&gt;birthday...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - So we're having you put to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Looking back over the years that we have been together, I can't help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but wonder.....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - What the hell was I thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. I'm so miserable without you...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - It's almost like you're still here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Thank you for being part of my life.....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - I never knew what evil was until I met you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Congratulations on your wedding day!...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Too bad no one likes your husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How can I say this....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Your cooking kills me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Hooray.....&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - You're divorced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. I just want you to know that I'm sorry for what happened...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - Especially since you survived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 7. Congrats on getting married...&lt;br /&gt;(Inside card) - It's not everyday you decide to ruin your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Someday I hope to marry...&lt;br /&gt;(inside card) - Someone other than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. We have been friends for a very long time...&lt;br /&gt;(inside card) - What do you say we stop?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113788790739545512?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113788790739545512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113788790739545512&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113788790739545512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113788790739545512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/01/hallmark-cards-when-you-care-enough-to.html' title='*Hallmark Cards!!! When you care enough to send the very best!*'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113758723821850582</id><published>2006-01-18T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T20:27:18.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LSS</title><content type='html'>i juz cant get this song off my head..&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila na hindi ko raw makakayaAng lumapit sayo mag-isa magpakilala&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila malakas daw ang aking loobSinuswerte daw ba ako mag isip na tayong dalawa ay magmahalan&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan mo ngayon sino na nga bang nakatawaPag tayo'y ay naglalakad o di ba tahimik na lang sila&lt;br /&gt;Sa dami noon na nangligaw sayong pogingNakapilang baldeng pabling&lt;br /&gt;Sino ba mag akalang tayo'y ay magmamahalanMagkatuluyan&lt;br /&gt;Suntok sa buwan ka lang nung araw tanging irog koSa ganda mo at bait ay hindi ko akalainPuso ko'y hinakip sa dilimKaribal ko ay hindi pinansinRumimate nalang sa bandang hulihanSuntok sa buwanPanalo, akin ka lang&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila na hindi nga raw tayo bagayMapapansin mo lang daw ako kung mawawalan ka ng malay&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nila kailangan ng isang himala, di ka raw madaan sa tiyagaTingnan mo kung sino na ang siyang nakatungangaHumanga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113758723821850582?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113758723821850582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>ehehehehehehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/Jan15$36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/Jan15%2436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/Jan15$34.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/Jan15%2434.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/Jan15$37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/Jan15%2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/Jan15$29.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/Jan15$35.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/Jan15%2435.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;juz playing around with the webcam.. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113731435543561062?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113731435543561062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113731435543561062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113731435543561062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113731435543561062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/01/ehehehehehehe.html' title='ehehehehehehe'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113702993300846140</id><published>2006-01-12T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T09:38:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>finally!!!!</title><content type='html'>after all this time Googling.. i found it! yes! the lyrics of all lyrics.. heehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sha-nana&lt;br /&gt;Shanananana&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha haaaa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shanandana&lt;br /&gt;Shandana (Shandana)&lt;br /&gt;Shanadana&lt;br /&gt;Shandada (Shananananandada)&lt;br /&gt;Shanandana&lt;br /&gt;Shandada&lt;br /&gt;(Ha ha haaaa....)&lt;br /&gt;(Aaaahhh...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heto na naman naririnig&lt;br /&gt;Kumakaba-kaba itong dibdib&lt;br /&gt;Lagi na lang sinasabi&lt;br /&gt;Pwede na bang makatabi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain:&lt;br /&gt;Kahit sandali lang (kahit sandali lang)&lt;br /&gt;Pwede ba?&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y pagbigyan...&lt;br /&gt;Sige na (sige na)&lt;br /&gt;Mukhang tinamaan yata ako.&lt;br /&gt;(Sana'y pagbigyan mo pa rin naman ako.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Kapag tumibok ang puso&lt;br /&gt;(Wala ka nang magagawa)&lt;br /&gt;Wala ka nang magagawa kundi sundin ito.&lt;br /&gt;Kapag tumibok ang puso&lt;br /&gt;lagot ka na (lagot ka na)&lt;br /&gt;Sigurado huli ka.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Do Stanza Chord Pattern)&lt;br /&gt;Araw at gabi iniisip ka&lt;br /&gt;Pinapangarap na mahagkan kita&lt;br /&gt;Laging tulala at nakangiti&lt;br /&gt;Puso'y di mapigil ang pintig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refain:&lt;br /&gt;(Do Refrain Chord Pattern)&lt;br /&gt;Nais kong sabihin, mahal kita&lt;br /&gt;(Nais kong sabihin)&lt;br /&gt;Bawat sandali ay miss kita...(...kita)&lt;br /&gt;Mukhang tinamaan yata ako.&lt;br /&gt;(Sana'y pagbigyan mo pa rin naman ako.)&lt;br /&gt;(Repat Chorus, 2x)&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113702993300846140?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113702993300846140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113702993300846140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113702993300846140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113702993300846140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/01/finally.html' title='finally!!!!'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113659596985348812</id><published>2006-01-07T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T09:06:09.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>eeerrrr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/mememe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/mememe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/moment007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/moment007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/moment013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/moment013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;wala lang.. lagay ko lang pictures ko..heheheh sorry ha?! blog ko to eh! hheheh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yun lang.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113659596985348812?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113659596985348812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113659596985348812&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113659596985348812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113659596985348812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2006/01/eeerrrr.html' title='eeerrrr'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113584184867793275</id><published>2005-12-29T15:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T11:23:15.356+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no, im not in love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/graphic2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/graphic2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a many splendid thing. Love lifts us up where we belong. All you need is love!&lt;br /&gt;~ from the movie Moulin Rouge ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other men said they have seen angels,&lt;br /&gt;But I have seen thee&lt;br /&gt;And thou art enough.&lt;br /&gt;~ by G. Moore ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would fly you to the moon and back if you'll be . . . if you'll be my baby.&lt;br /&gt;~ From a song by Savage Garden ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you - those three words have my life in them.&lt;br /&gt;~ by Alexandrea to Nicholas III ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies behind us, and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us.&lt;br /&gt;~ by Ralph Waldo Emerson ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been astonished that men could die martyrs for their religion -&lt;br /&gt;I have shudder'd at it.&lt;br /&gt;I shudder no more.&lt;br /&gt;I could be martyr'd for my religion&lt;br /&gt;Love is my religion&lt;br /&gt;And I could die for that.&lt;br /&gt;I could die for you.&lt;br /&gt;~ by John Keats ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to run away&lt;br /&gt;From you,&lt;br /&gt;But if you didn't come&lt;br /&gt;And find me ...&lt;br /&gt;I would die.&lt;br /&gt;~ by Shirley Bassey ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you love someone, all your saved-up wishes start coming out.&lt;br /&gt;~ by Elizabeth Bowen (1899-1973) ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing you'll ever learn&lt;br /&gt;Is to love and be loved in return.&lt;br /&gt;~ From "Unforgettable with Love" by Natalie Cole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soul meets soul on lover's lips.&lt;br /&gt;~ by Percy Bysshe Shelly ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have found men who didn't know how to kiss.&lt;br /&gt;I've always found time to teach them.&lt;br /&gt;~ by Mae West ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113584184867793275?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113584184867793275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113584184867793275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584184867793275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584184867793275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/no-im-not-in-love.html' title='no, im not in love'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113584166798914965</id><published>2005-12-29T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:44:52.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>at.. marami pang kowtz..heheheh</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;dont u juz love mushy stuff?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It takes a couple seconds to say Hello, but forever to say Goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing hurts more than realising he meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is simple, it's what you leave behind that makes it so difficult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont miss him, I miss who I thought he was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's this place in me where your finger prints still rest... your kisses still linger and your whispers softly echo... It's the place where a part of you will forever be a part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone you love hurts you cry a river, build a bridge, and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you a little, I guess you could say, a little too much, a little too oftern, and a little more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never be sad for what is over, just be glad that it was once yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the men we love, here's to the men that love us... Since the men that we love, aren't the men that love us ... screw the men... here's to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I?m going to smile and make you think I?m happy, I?m going to laugh, so you don?t see me cry, I?m going to let you go in style, and even if it kills me- I?m going to smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a girl in my mirror crying tonight, and there's nothing I can say to make her feel alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't die from a broken heart - you only wish you did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love is having to wake up&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113584166798914965?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113584166798914965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113584166798914965&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584166798914965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584166798914965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/at-marami-pang-kowtzheheheh.html' title='at.. marami pang kowtz..heheheh'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113584128091961527</id><published>2005-12-29T15:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:28:00.926+08:00</updated><title type='text'>even more mUsh!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;am sowee.. i juz have this major thing for corny stuff..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love teaches even asses to dance." ~French proverb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love her in a way you can't tell strangers..." ~Rachel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fell head-over-heels in love and skinned my knees."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I won't say I miss you, but my pillow answers to your name now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The biggest disease this day and age is that of people feeling unloved." ~Diana, Princess of Wales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's funny how someone lives everyday of their life not knowing that their existance is the reason you live."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We laughed until we had to cry, we loved right down to our last goodbye..." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own." ~H. Jackson Brown, Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"People need loving the most when they deserve it the least." ~John Harrigan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Someone once told me that there's a ghost in every sexual attraction; it's always about someone else: it's never the person, it's always the person you're reminded of." ~Alison Dara Gallant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...unromantic as a Monday morning." ~Charlotte Bronte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"True love? I used to believe it existed, but when you've had your heart torn out and thrown on the floor, you just don't care anymore." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell." ~Joan Crawford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is an illusion people force themselves into believing so they won't have to be alone." ~Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And as I sit here looking at you, I wonder if there will ever be a day when I will get over your smile...when I will let go of the hugs you gave me, that I continue to feel...a day when I forget the words you said to me...Forget what you meant to me or forget how much I loved you. But no matter what you did to me or what happened to us. I know I could never get over, let go, or forget you." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always thought I'd look back on us crying and laugh, but I never thought I'd look back on us laughing and cry." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The worst way to miss someone is to have them standing right next to you and know that you can't have them."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love that we cannot have lasts the longest, hurts the deepest, and feels the strongest."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like some cosmic practical joke that someone up there with no sense of humor thinks is funny." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real." ~Iris Murdoch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes you meet somebody and you know that whatever you did before, it must have been right. Nothing could have been too bad or gone too wrong, because it led you to this incredible person." ~Ethan Hawke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We love because it's the only true adventure." ~Nikki Giovanni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Light has no darkness, time has no end, life has no meaning, and love has no mend." ~Anonymous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Promise me... that's all I want. Just a promise that you will never forget me. Tell me that I have changed you somehow. Let me know that I had an impact on your life. Promise me that you will always remember me. Losing you is hard enough, but I don't want to go on knowing that I ment absolutely nothing to you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love always wins." ~Morrie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone has a soul mate, even if it is your shoe!" ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I would have known I'd lose you, cause I would have held onto you so damn tight even God couldn't have pulled you away." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We love what we know we can't have, it's just safer that way." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't miss him, I just miss who I thought he was." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one is worth your tears and the one who is won't make you cry." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never be sorry for loving him, just sorry it ended so quickly." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But even the soap of love cannot purify me-- it cannot even wash away my salty tears, dripping down my chin, blurring the paper of my life." ~Andi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like a light and there are two kinds, the bursting fireworks of the moment and the solid, fixed starts that sometimes become obscurred in the heavens, but are always there, year after year, for a lifetime. You must experience the first to appreciate the second. But be careful with the fireworks. They burn out quickly. And if you get too close, they can hurt." ~Ann Rinaldi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love consists in this, that two soltitudes protect and touch and greet each other." ~Rainer Maria Rilke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A broken heart is what makes life so wonderful five years later when you see that special guy in an elevator and he is fat, smoking, and saying 'long time no see.'" ~Phyllis Battelle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love, I find, is like singing. Everybody can do enough to satisfy themselves, though it may not impress the neighbors as being very much." ~Zora Neale Hurston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is like the measles, we all have to go through it." ~Jerome K. Jerome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Stop looking for Prince Charming, Cinderella's already got him." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't miss him, I just miss who I thought he was." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not the type of girl who thinks a guy is the answer to everything... I'm just tired of being alone." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is everything. It is the sharing of songs and of silences, and the holding of memories only the heart can see. It is the flame from which we light the torch of life, a kind of nourishment we embrace in the quiet of our souls. Love exists in many forms and its touch shames us into the people we become. In its infinite layers, love is the very strength upon which we live and breath, hope and dream. When we pause to reflect upon the many chapters of our lives, we find that our most cherished memories are born of the heart - be it the love we learned from our parents or the love we give our children, the lessons learned through heartache or the magical encounter of a soul mate. Whether we're dreaming of love, newly in love, or deeply committed, the telling of our story becomes an important piece to our living. For in the telling, we discover radiant truths about who we are, and all that we are destined to be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If while you are a child, just one someone loves you uncritically, then you will have love to give for the rest of your life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your gold and good health have vanished." ~Og Mandino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love one another and you will be happy. It's as simple and as difficult as that." ~Michael Leunig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you're feeling tangled and caught in a web between your current relationship and where you think you need to be, it's ok. Just rest in the knowing that we make decisions to commit to things in our present moments that are right for that moment and then...we grow, not knowing that those commitments may not be right for the future." ~Cori&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You were my innocence, and in your eyes I recognized the beauty of all that could be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Finally I have found a place into which I fit perfectly, safely, and securely. With no doubts, no fears, no sadness, no tears ... this place is filled with happiness, and laughter, yet it is spacious enough to allow me the freedom to move around, to live my life, and to be myself... This wonderful place, which I never believed really existed, I have found finally... Inside your arms, inside your heart, inside your love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sharing a life together is sharing steps in time. The music is different to each of us, but how beautiful the dance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Shut the door - not that it lets in the cold, but that it lets out the coziness." ~Mark Twain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life is grand when we're together."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The more I have known you, the more have I loved."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Age doesn't protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age." ~Jeanne Moreau&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have found the paradox that if I love until it hurts then there is no hurt, only love." ~Mother Teresa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I always turn to you as a place to rest my heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Follow your rainbow to love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness...&lt;br /&gt;"I feel like I'm in a crowded room, screaming my head off. And no one even turns to look." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's the lonliest feeling in the world- to find yourself standing up when everyone else is sitting down. To have everone look at you and say, "What's the matter with her?" I know what it feels like. Walking down an empty street, listening to the sound of your own footsteps. Shutters closed, blinds drawn, doorslocked against you. And you aren't sure whether you're walking toward something, or if you're just walking away." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Leave me in peace. Let me sleep just once without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning, and my head throbbing. Let me get away from it all." ~Anne Frank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Should Have Jumped--Yesterday, everyone ran off the table/ and fell into a freindship,/ leaving me here alone./ The greatest sin is lonliness,/ but what can be done/ when a jigsaw piece/ is put in the wrong box?/ Next time, the puzzle makes no sense,/ and that piece won't fit in./ No matter how hard it tries,/ it never will./ But to be alone/ is only one small battle/ of this age./ Still, where is my box?"-Katy Askham&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you ever feel like the whole world got invited to a party and your invitation somehow got lost in the mail?" ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not the type of girl who thinks a guy is the answer to everything... I'm just tired of being alone." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The lonely one offers his hand too quickly to whomever he encounters." ~Nietszche&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There came a time when the pain of living was worse than the pain of letting go." ~Unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A mouth full of breath mints and no one to kiss." ~Cathy (comic strip)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113584128091961527?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113584128091961527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113584128091961527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584128091961527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584128091961527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/even-more-mush.html' title='even more mUsh!!!'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113584110051975384</id><published>2005-12-29T15:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:25:00.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MUsh! mUsh! loads of mush!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can tear you apart... it can kill you. But if you?re lucky, it can put you back together. - Wonder Years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I thought you?d be here forever. Another illusion I chose to create. Don?t know what you?ve got until it?s gone. And I found out just a little too late. - Chicago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to see you walk away. For admit it or not, you were an important part of my life and the time we shared will forever be a part of me. So even though I realize that it was never meant to be, still, it hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You?re too many tears too late to ever get back in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could an Angel break my heart? Why didn?t he catch my falling star? I wish I didn?t wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart. - Toni Braxton&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you leave, don?t look back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday you?ll look and we?ll be gone... but tomorrow may bring rain, so I?ll follow the sun. - U2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I?m not gonna cry. I?m waving goodbye and I know this time you got nothing on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he wanted the world to be a happier place, he?d lift my tears up off of my face. And if he wanted the world to keep spinning around, he?d pick the pieces of my heart up off of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been the treasure in my hand. You have been the one who always stood beside me. So unaware, I foolishly believed that you would always be there. But then there will come a day, when I will turn my head and you will slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wondered how you?d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you?re looking for, is the one thing you can?t see. - Vanessa Williams&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113584110051975384?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113584110051975384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113584110051975384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584110051975384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584110051975384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/mush-mush-loads-of-mush.html' title='MUsh! mUsh! loads of mush!!'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113584071910341610</id><published>2005-12-29T15:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:18:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>kwotz kowtz</title><content type='html'>sa buhay ng tao,&lt;br /&gt;may loko-loko&lt;br /&gt;may totoo.&lt;br /&gt;sa buhay ng tao,&lt;br /&gt;may nagmamahal ng totoo,&lt;br /&gt;may nagmamahal ng lokoloko.&lt;br /&gt;eh sa buhay mo mahal mo ba akong totoo?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com ffice ffice" /&gt; &gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minhal kita xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com ffice:smarttags" /&gt;noon, minahal mo rin ako noon&lt;br /&gt;mahal kita ngaun, mahal mo rin ako ngaun.&lt;br /&gt;ako sigurado na ako na mamahalin kita sa paglipas ng panahon&lt;br /&gt;eh ikaw ano ba talaga? kaya mo pa ba akong mahalin ng buong puso mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bago kita makilala para na kong sira&lt;br /&gt;pero nung nakilala na kita lalong lumala&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minsan tinanong kita kung mahal mo ko sabi mo oo pero bakit ngaun ngaung mas kilala mo na ko di ka pa gumawa ng paraan, para maging tayo? may kulang p[a ba ko o niloloko mo lang ako?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love you the way that god touhgt me and i tought you love me that way too! and i was happy, but i did'nt expect that 1 day you will told me "mahal, ayoko na kulang pa kasi e!" ouch!! napaiyak na lang ako bigla at napatanong "tanga ka ba o sadyang manhid ka lang? "&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Sabi nila mahirap ka daw abutin, paki ko, mahal kita! Sabi nila wag na daw kitang pagpantasyahan, paki ko, mahal kita! Mahal na mahal kita, alam mo ba yon? Paki mo, e may mahal ka namang iba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Everytime you cry for the one you love I often tell you,"Mahal mo nga sha." not knowing that while your crying I also cry secretly coz mahal na mahal kita ngunit may mahal ka nang iba.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Alam mo yung mahal mo, mahal ka din. Pero nasa'yo sha wala saken. Lahat na ginawa ko para ako na lang ang mahalin…pero baliwala kasi ikaw pa din. Hindi ko alam kung ano na ang dapat gawin… kasi yung mahal ko, mahal mo, at mahal ka din…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· I know that I'm a friend, but how come I dream of you and feel different about you? Maybe its because I didn't know that I love you…so I just keep telling myself, "Kung alam mo lang na sobrang mahal na kita."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Bakit ganon? Kahit anong sakit naman tiniis ko, kahit anong hirap tinago ko, kahit sinong masaktan binalewala ko, kahit sobra sobra pagmamahal ko sayo, bakit ganon? Di mo pa rin makita?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Bakit kung kailan natuto akong maghintay hindi ka dumating? Bakit kung kailan natuto akong magtiis doon ka sumuko? Bakit kung kailan natutunan kitang mahalin doon ka lumayo? Bakit kung kailan mahal na kita saka ka nagmahal ng iba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Alam mo, gago sya. Di nya ko naiintindihan, di nya ko mahal at di nya ko pinahalagahan. Pero mas gago ako. Alam mo kung baket? Kasi minahal ko ang isang gago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Once I fell in love with someone very special and I told myself that I'll never gonna give up on her. But the other day, she asked me to. I tried really hard, but I couldn't. Kasi mahal na mahal ko sya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Matagal na kitang mahal. Alam yun ng iba. Ngunit bakit ikaw, hanggang ngayon hindi pa. Nakita kitang masaya at nakatawa, lalapitan na lace&gt;sana lace&gt; kita. Kaya lang, tang-ina, kasama mo sha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Malungkot ka nanaman? Bakit? Kasi walang may mahal sayo? Hay naku! Tampo ko sayo! Lagi mo na lang ako kinakalimutan. Ilang beses ko ba sasabihin? Ako, mahal kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Pag sinabi kong mahal kita maniniwala ka kaya? Siguro hindi kasi di mo naman ako siniseryoso. Kung maniwala ka naman siguro di mo na papansinin kasi di mo naman ako mahal at iba ang mahal mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Minsan natuto akong magmahal, minsan natuto akong masaktan, minsan natuto akong umasa. Kasi minsan, minahal kita ng sobra-sobra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Masakit, 'di dahil 'di mo ko mahal ngunit dahil 'di mo ko sinubukang mahalin. Masakit, 'di dahil mahal mo siya kundi dahil alam kong kahit tayong dalawa na lang ang tao sa mundo, kaibigan lang talaga ako sayo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Sabi nila gago ako, sabi nila bobo ako, sabi nila ang tanga ko. Lahat na sinabi nila, bakit mahal pa rin daw kita? Sabi ko, akala ko may pag-asa e wala pala!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Ganda ng ngiti ah! Ah, dahil nga pala sa kanya. Bakit? Mahal ka ba non? Totoo? Kasi kung hindi, nandito lang ako para iyakan mo o di kaya mahalin. Kahit minsan lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Alam mo, I love you so much today. Tomorrow, I'm sure I love you more. Until the rest of my life…ikaw? Kailan mo kaya ako makukuhang mahalin? Kapag di na kita mahal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Akala ko pulubi na ako. Binuksan ko walet ko, walang pera. Kinapa ko ang bulsa ko, may iilang barya. Pagtingin ko sa puso ko, naroon ka, mayaman pala ako!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Bakit bigla kita na-miss? Ewan ko, di ko alam, wala akong clue. Lagi namang ganito. Di napipigilan, di naiiwasan, pero kahit ano pa ang sabihin ko, walang silbi, may nami-miss ka rin e…di nga lang ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Heto ako, malapit na sa taas. Tapos na sa pag-iyak, tapos na sa lahat. Bakit ngayon, ngayong nasa may dulo na ako, saka ka pa dumating? Mahuhulog na naman ba ako na walang sasalo sa akin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· il wrap my arms arnd u nd squiz u ntil ur eyes pop nd ol ur bones break nd ur face turns blu.. dts my gigil hug wn misn u.. &gt; &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113584071910341610?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113584071910341610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113584071910341610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584071910341610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584071910341610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/kwotz-kowtz.html' title='kwotz kowtz'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113584050520928422</id><published>2005-12-29T15:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T15:15:05.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sighs*</title><content type='html'>Somebody walked into my life&lt;br /&gt;And he's right on time&lt;br /&gt;Somebody looked into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And he read my mind&lt;br /&gt;And it's true&lt;br /&gt;I only need to tell you that it's you&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Would come to me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody walked into my heart&lt;br /&gt;And to my surprise&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's tearing me apart&lt;br /&gt;And it feels just fine&lt;br /&gt;And it's you&lt;br /&gt;I've waited oh so long to say it's you&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give in to the feelings&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I give in to the thrill of loving you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I give in to believing&lt;br /&gt;I'll hear you say you'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;Somebody turned my life around&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not the same&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I don't hear a sound&lt;br /&gt;Only your name&lt;br /&gt;And I really need you&lt;br /&gt;Oh tonight I give in to the feelings&lt;br /&gt;Yes tonight I give in to the thrill of loving you&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I give in to believing&lt;br /&gt;We'll always stay in love this way&lt;br /&gt;And tonight I give in to the feelings&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I give in to them all so hold me&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I give in to believing, darling&lt;br /&gt;You're everything I ever dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Would come to me, to me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody walked into my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113584050520928422?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113584050520928422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113584050520928422&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584050520928422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113584050520928422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/sighs.html' title='*sighs*'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113581945214288651</id><published>2005-12-29T09:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T09:24:12.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>office prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Office Prayer&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Grant me the serenity&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To accept the things &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I cannot changeThe courage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To change the things I cannot accept,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And the WisdomTo hide the bodies of those people&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had to kill today because they pissed me off.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And also,Help me to be careful&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Of the toes I step on today as they&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Maybe connected to the ass&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That I might have to kiss tomorrow. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113581945214288651?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113581945214288651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113581945214288651&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113581945214288651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113581945214288651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/office-prayer.html' title='office prayer'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113528140568021747</id><published>2005-12-23T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T03:56:45.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/pektyur026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/pektyur026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; [VERSE 1:]Day to day and each night I pray that this ends That there's someone out there that's gonna melt my heart awayAnd take me to another placeFrom the lonlieness that's driving me insaneI get so cold summer feels like the winterWhen I'm at home, all alone I just cryI wish that I could just lie like I'm happyBut I can't hide this hurt inside[CHORUS:]But I'll tell you someday I'm gonna findA guy that's gonna change my lifeAnd I tell you one day just wait and seeTrue love is waiting out there for me[VERSE 2:]I'm like an open book just trying to turn the pageFeels like I'm trapped in a maze trying to find my wayOh my heart's yearning for someone to call my ownAnd I don't wanna sing another sad love song againI get so cold summer feels like the winterAnd not a full moon of gloom that just cried?I wish that I could just lie like I'm happyBut I can't hide this hurt inside[CHORUS 2x]Take me away, awayFar away, awayTake me awaySo far away, away[CHORUS]Someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/pektyur025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/pektyur025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/pektyur027.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113528140568021747?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113528140568021747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113528140568021747&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113528140568021747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113528140568021747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/verse-1day-to-day-and-each-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113528054029017885</id><published>2005-12-23T03:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T03:42:20.303+08:00</updated><title type='text'>HELPP!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/pektyur016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/pektyur016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/pektyur017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/pektyur017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/pektyur022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/pektyur022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i hear anyone screamiing : &lt;strong&gt;somebody!!!! keep her away from the camphone!!&lt;/strong&gt;   ??&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113528054029017885?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113528054029017885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113528054029017885&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113528054029017885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113528054029017885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/helpp.html' title='HELPP!!!!!'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113444191907323303</id><published>2005-12-13T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T11:46:15.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/154019__my_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/154019__my_l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/154019__my_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a 24-year old copywriter. He is an architect. They met and became lovers in college. They broke up last year but remained to be "friends." They send sweet text messages and he calls her often to make sure she's okay. They still date. They still have sex. They don't see anyone else. It is obvious that they still love each other but when asked about their situation, she doesn't know the real score. Even her friends are in the dark. "Parang sila, pero hindi." She works in a telecom. He is reviewing for the board. They are in the same barkada. They talk on the phone till 4 am. He gives her chocolates, flowers and CDs even when there is no occasion. Their friends are suspecting something. Bakit sila nagsosolo kapag may overnight inuman? Why does he hold her close on the dance floor? Bakit sila magkaholding hands lagi? Sila kaya? "He hasn't admitted anything," she rants. "But I let him hug and kiss me. Parang kami, pero hindi." They work together in an ad agency. After office, they would watch movie, have dinner and stroll at Glorietta. She gave him Harry Potter books for his birthday in exchange for posing as her boyfriend to make an ex jealous. They made out during the company outing in Subic and never talked about it. He said "I love you" once but she wasn't sure if she heard him correctly because they were both drunk then. But one thing she is sure of is her feelings for him. She likes him. And she's assuming that with what he's doing to her and with her, he likes her, too. There's just one hitch: he has a girlfriend! She is a 28-year-old virgin. He's a 35-year-old bachelor. Both mountaineers, they became close during their climbs. After a few dates in posh restaurants, he brings her to his condo where they would make out. They have been doing this for months. She wants to believe that "sila na" but then she's not really sure about it. "We don't talk about it but it doesn't really matter," she'd tell her friends. "What's important is I am enjoying this -- whatever it is." The "parang kayo, pero hindi" stage. Others call it MU or mutual understanding. Pseudo-relationships. Pseudo-boyfriends. Flings. Almost like a relationship, but not quite. It is a phase where the persons involved are more than friends, but not quite lovers. Puwedeng may verbal agreement, puwedeng wala. One or both of you may have admitted your feelings, possible ding hindi. You just let your gestures do the talking for you. Walang pormal na ligawan na nangyari. Hindi kayo mag-dyowa. Pero sa kilos niyo, sa mga sinasabi niyo, parang kayo, pero hindi. This kind of "relationship" can happen at different stages for different reasons. It can happen after a break-up. You still love each other, and you want to be with each other but you broke up for a reason. And for reasons that you alone know, ayaw niyo na muna magkabalikan. It can also happen before a relationship, iyong pareho kayong nakikiramdam. Possible din na ayaw niyo munang mag-seryoso kaya kunwa-kunwarian lang muna. Testing lang. Puwede ring hindi puwedeng maging kayo kasi isa sa inyo --usually the guy --may ka-relasyon na. Kaya habang hindi pa siya nakikipag-break doon sa girl (sabi niya makikipag-break siya soon pero di naman niya ginagawa), wala muna kayong relasyon para nga naman hindi siya nangagaliwa kasi "hindi naman kayo." This pseudo-relationship stage, for a time, can be fun. Lalo na kung naghahanap ka lang naman ng "kalaro." Pero huwag ka lang mag-e-expect na may patutunguhan kayo kasi wala talagang kasiguraduhan. So bakit ang daming nagse-settle sa ganitong set up ganoong hindi naman sigurado kung may patutunguhan? Iba't ibang dahilan. Puwedeng for fun lang. Puwedeng "buti na iyan kesa wala" or puwede na iyang "pantawid-gutom." Meaning, habang wala pa iyong the real thing, doon muna sa kunwa-kunwarian. For those who are not in a serious relationship, they would think that pseudo-relationship is better than no relationship at all. It would be fun, if all you are after for is that "kilig" feeling. Aminado naman ako na once upon a time, may mga pseudo-relationships din ako. No commitments involved. For the simplest reason that they couldn't commit, because they were either committed to someone else, or that they weren't ready to commit. My rationalization, "okay na iyun, kesa wala." Ang habol ko lang naman, iyong kilig feeling. Iyong merong nagtatanong kung kumusta araw ko. Iyong merong ka-cuddle sa beach outing. Iyong kapag tumunog ang cellphone, mapapangiti na ako dahil alam kong galing sa kanya ang message. Iyong merong laging kasama. Habang wala pa ang the real thing, puwede na itong pagtiyagaan. But then I learned that although it was only a pseudo-relationship, the emotions were real. And usually, in this kind of set up, ang babae lagi ang lugi. Una, you can't ask him to commit. Since it's not really a relationship, you can't demand commitment from your partner. Ano ba kayo? May K ka nga ba magpasundo ng hatinggabi? You will always be uncertain about your role in his life. You can't expect him to be always there with you. And if you feel jealous of the other girls, you just have to keep it to yourself. Ano ka ba niya para magselos? Pangalawa, what if you fall deeply in love with him? You can't be sure if he feels the same way. Baka nag-a-assume ka lang na mahal ka rin niya. Even if you are dying to tell him you love him, you can't. Because you're not sure if he'll like it. Baka mapahiya ka lang. This stage will always make you wonder where you are in the relationship. Or if there is a relationship at all. Pangatlo, what if you become attached too much? What if you have invested all your emotions and this man hasn't? What if you remain faithful to him, not entertaining other guys, only to find out that he is seeing other girls? Isa pang downside ng pseudo-relationships, it is fleeting. When a disagreement sets in, or when one of you gets cold, then that would be the end of it. Unlike in a serious relationship, hindi mo alam kung saan ka lulugar sa isang pseudo-relationship. Wala kang pinanghahawakan. Kasi sa pseudo-relationship, there is no "us." Meron lang "you and me," hindi "us." Buti sana kung pseudo-pain din lang ang mararanasan mo. Kaso, hindi eh. Real pain. And usually, kahit tapos na ang pseudo-relationship, hindi mo maiwasan umasang one day, may karugtong pa rin iyun. And you will be miserable, hoping to bring back what you used to have, only to find out eventually that the guy is in another pseudo-relationship with somebody else. Ang hirap, ano? You agreed to this kind of set up for fun and then you'd end up hurting yourself in the process. Pero puwede naman maiwasan ang pain eh. Puwede naman na hindi mo muna isipin ang future and just enjoy the feeling, without thinking of the consequences. But if you are certain that you are going to hurt yourself in the process, kailangan mo mamili. You can be happy and live the moment without worrying what would happen next. Or you can stop settling with pseudo-relationships and wait for the real thing. When I was younger and in a pseudo-relationship with an unavailable guy, a friend told me, "Sige, kung ayaw mong magpapigil, bahala ka. Magpakasaya ka. Pero huwag kang iiyak-iyak pagkatapos, dahil tatadyakan kita." Ang bottom line lang naman, kung magpapasaya sa iyo, gawin mo. Ihanda mo lang ang sarili mo sa consequence. Dahil ang "parang kayo pero hindi" stage ay bihirang nagiging totoo. Usually, hanggang doon lang siya... almost, but not quite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Parang kayo, pero hindi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;noringai&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3795"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;http://www.peyups.com/article.khtml?sid=3795&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113444191907323303?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113444191907323303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113444191907323303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113444191907323303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113444191907323303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/almost-but-not-quite.html' title='ALMOST BUT NOT QUITE'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113443789455947169</id><published>2005-12-13T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T09:38:14.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is A Meantime Girl?</title><content type='html'>She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh. She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She's not the one you call when you need a date to a party, or to go out with on a Saturday night. She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One."&lt;br /&gt;You know, she's the one who you keep around in the meantime. She's not the one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woma, either. She's not bitch enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by.&lt;br /&gt;She's too understanding, too comfortable - she does'nt make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does but she's cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine.You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve.&lt;br /&gt;You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that ther's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won't bother her that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you.&lt;br /&gt;She settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went.&lt;br /&gt;She's just so cool.&lt;br /&gt;Why can't all women be like that?&lt;br /&gt;But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to mert any real thought), you know that it's really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she does'nt have to give in to your needs - she could play it hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably could'nt pull it off. Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman.&lt;br /&gt;So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover , and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be evrything you ever wanted in a woman. She does'nt captivate you with her, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She's safe. She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone's head. She wants to be special to someone, too. (we all do). She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to "The Mess That Is Your Life," and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around but she still is.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Girl. Been one more times than I care to admit. I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care. I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. And someday we won't be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113443789455947169?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113443789455947169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113443789455947169&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113443789455947169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113443789455947169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/what-is-meantime-girl.html' title='What Is A Meantime Girl?'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113443663976092567</id><published>2005-12-13T09:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T10:38:32.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>testing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/1600/season4_box.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1298/1969/320/season4_box.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. im new here.. please excuse.. just trying out how to upload pictures..hehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lines from the Script of Episode#111 "Beauty Contest":&lt;br /&gt;DAWSON: What is it? What's wrong?&lt;br /&gt;JOEY: I don't know. There's something not right about this.&lt;br /&gt;DAWSON: What? I thought that this is what you wanted. I mean, come on Joey. The night you were drunk and you kissed me -- you knew who you were kissing.&lt;br /&gt;JOEY: I knew who I was kissing -- but you didn't.&lt;br /&gt;DAWSON: What?&lt;br /&gt;JOEY: It's my own stupid fault...dressing up, playing the princess. Come on, Dawson, you and I both know this isn't me.&lt;br /&gt;DAWSON: Of course it is.&lt;br /&gt;JOEY: I thought that this is what I wanted. For you to see me as beautiful. For you to look at me the way you look at Jen. But the truth is, that's not really what I want at all. I want you to look at me and see the person that you've always known and realize that what we’ve had is so much more incredible than just some passing physical attraction. 'Cause you know what Dawson? It's just make-up -- and hairspray -- and tomorrow I'll be back to being Joey. Just Joey. The too tall girl that lives on the wrong side of the creek.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113443663976092567?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113443663976092567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113443663976092567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113443663976092567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113443663976092567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/testing_13.html' title='testing'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19814969.post-113443554106340006</id><published>2005-12-13T08:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T08:59:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;what can i say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;inggitera ako e..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;someone juz showed me her blog and i decided to create my own..hehehe we'll see what happens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19814969-113443554106340006?l=marianneuy.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/feeds/113443554106340006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19814969&amp;postID=113443554106340006&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113443554106340006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19814969/posts/default/113443554106340006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://marianneuy.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-entry.html' title='First Entry'/><author><name>MaRiAnNe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03205629038638993493</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v309/marianne1234/hmmmm.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
