<?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-6730386846993058936</id><updated>2012-02-16T10:46:37.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>take 5</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8386117486519048402</id><published>2008-12-23T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T19:06:22.015-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 more dayyyysss</title><content type='html'>I do not feel like it's christmas at all, I mean. C'mon. No snow? WTF. The only thing that reminds me of christmas is the full shops. This week was crazy. Well. Maybe the last few days anyway. Especially Sunday &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Mondayy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finally on my christmas break. I am happy cuz I could constantly avoid the drama at school with my classmates(Long story) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; My grades(I didn't do so hot on a lot of my prelims cuz Procrastination kicked in). But of course I will miss my dear friends and especially, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On friday, we went to camalig with some of our friends and listened to the band. Erika &amp;amp; JK couldn't go so I was stuck with all of my brother's friends and garricks mom. It was kinda  fun actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, me &amp;amp; my family went to Manila for some last minute christmas shopping. There was sooo much traffic though, it made me feel effin sick. We went to greenhills, went to the tiangge. Sooo fuckin full. I hate that feeling when theres a bunch of people and all their voices and germs adding to the heat. Ew. Then trinoma. I bought this new bag, which my mom didn't like since it's too "glittery" wtf. it is so not. I'll add the flixtures later. After christmas when I get all my gifts. mwahahaha. Oh yeah, my ex boyfriend called me &amp;amp; said that he missed me. Aww. I miss him too. But he was acting all weird &amp;amp; shit. Plus I told him frankly that I don't want to get back together with him.Cuz let's face reality, a long distance relationship will not work for me &amp;amp; for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, it was my batch's reunion party. it was very eventful. But I wasn't in any of the pictures. WAAAAAAAAAA. I arrived early, cuz I was in a fight with my mom. You know how mom's are right? When they are all meddling and nosy &amp;amp; stuff. my mom wanted to bring me inside than I started to give her a bit of attitude. Then she got pissed cuz trish invited me to stay at her house that night, last minute. More about that later though. Anyway. I was one of the first to come. The party only started when all my guy classmates came. :) Awww. I realized that I seriously missed everyone. Although somethin seemed really different with everyone. Trish came with her cousin late. She was sooo upset. I felt really bad for her. Cuz tim was ignoring her and talkin to his friends, including a certain someone. She was upset so i went with her to holiday inn and she got drunk. And she started to cry. omg. I have never seen her like that. We left at 12, went home to pick up my stuff and we went to her house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was still upset and she secretly drank vodka or whatever that was. We fell asleep watching twilight on her macbook. We woke up at 10 and watched, teeth. This really freaky independent film. Check wikipedia nalang cuz I don't want to give the details. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously missed my classmates, being them was cool. I was a bit shy though for some reason since I'm not used to seeing them a lot as I used to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to Nepo later to buy high waisted shorts. Black or Denim. I am in love with them. I have another pair of tan ones, but it's a bit big so they are getting repaired first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas in a few days! I am soo excited. a lot of my cousins are coming from cali. &amp;amp; of course, theres a lot of food. My stomach will get huge! crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love christmas shopping. It gives us an excuse to look at stuff. &amp;amp; the after christmas sales are always the best. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8386117486519048402?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8386117486519048402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8386117486519048402' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8386117486519048402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8386117486519048402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/12/2-more-dayyyysss.html' title='2 more dayyyysss'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-4598545877602367423</id><published>2008-12-14T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T16:30:28.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>screw that</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was fuuuuuun! I went shopping. :) I got at least some of my christmas gifts for Teresa, Mau &amp;amp; mom(Maybe. ) I bought my dress for christmas with a belt. :) GLISH Color pot. It was awesome cuz the price was marked down from 400 to P200. I need to buy makeup brushes but they are hella expensive, especially from the bodyshop. P895 for one blush brush. WTF. The set at GLISH is only P550. But I'm kinda on a budget. ;( I might have to buy the cheap ones from HBC :( Screw that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart got broken yesterday. Cuz I saw the cutest bag in Greenhills yesterday. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I didn't get it! :( I am so going back on the 20th to get it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelims today. Urghhhhh. I hardly studied. lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-4598545877602367423?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4598545877602367423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=4598545877602367423' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/4598545877602367423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/4598545877602367423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/12/screw-that.html' title='screw that'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6469784074187345006</id><published>2008-11-02T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:00:50.754-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second sem</title><content type='html'>HAHA. As i read my last entry I am finally laughing. I was so freakin emo then. Today, yes I am still sad. But not as sad as I was before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my schedule already for next sem. It's more bearable than my sched last sem when I was almost the whole day &amp;amp; i had to stay in school up to 6ish. Now, choir is over. i don't think I have to go to a ton of practices now. My schedule is 7AM(NOOOOO.) - 1 on monday,  wednesday &amp;amp; friend(But I get an 9-10:00 break). Then 7-11:30(on wednesdsy). On tuesdays I have PE 1- 3. So it's ok I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh. &amp;amp; i got my grades. Better than expected. :) Yey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Biology:80&lt;br /&gt;Math:81&lt;br /&gt;History:88&lt;br /&gt;English:89&lt;br /&gt;Filipino:91&lt;br /&gt;PE:92&lt;br /&gt;ICT:88&lt;br /&gt;CFE:86&lt;br /&gt;Psychology:86&lt;br /&gt;Average:86.9&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be 87, but they don't round it off. Oh well. I'm happy. Cuz my grades are better than my bad grades in OB. So yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sembreak wasn't the best thing that happened. But it was fun because I got to see a lot of my old friends. I went out a lot. I didn't get into much trouble. Plus itwas long. The problem with long breaks is that I get so bored easily. &amp;amp; it's the same routine. Internet, tv, internet, tv,eat, sleep, guitar hero. That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another problem is that I thought too much again. You know how I get right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday was all saints day. We went to holt mary, our usual routine. Of course, it's not complete without the hotdogs. We didn't see a lot of my cousins though. As usual, it was Jam packed. Too many people. I get really irritated whenever there are too many people in one room. So many germs. EWNESS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to reality tomarrow. Goin to manila straight after school. Goin to taft, gateway, trinoma I think. No more gh. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol. Sorry I didn't blog much during the break. i was lazy. &amp;amp; i'll probably be busy this sem too so Iono if i'll be able to post anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6469784074187345006?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6469784074187345006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6469784074187345006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6469784074187345006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6469784074187345006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/10/second-sem.html' title='Second sem'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6228237239845173856</id><published>2008-10-15T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T02:57:16.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why can't I ever be good enough?</title><content type='html'>As I read my past posts, I could say that my past before was so funny. How young and foolish I was. Complaining of the smallest things &amp;amp; how I didn't have too many problems with what I have. I was carefree, oblivious &amp;amp; I felt like I could actually take over the world at that time. Now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Don't Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am a month later, &amp;amp; I could say that history pretty much repeats itself. Here I am again, on break. Spending all my time alone. Contemplating. Spending time all by myself. The good news is that I have finally survived my first sem in college. &amp;amp; I am so tired. The last few weeks of college have been stressful. For the first time in all of my history in school, I have felt stressed. Endless assignments, endless problems, endless feelings and all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that my college got 1st place in the inter-collegiate competition, for the choir thing anyway. I humiliated myself when I sang my solo. Lol. But cultural night is supposed to be fun, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I guess I had fun. Until I got sick &amp;amp; got asthma temporarily after our teachers treated us McDonald’s right after the competition. There was a coke float involved, no surprise there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grades have gone up fairly higher. My midterm grade in psych went up up 8 points. From a 79 to an 87. Probably one of my best accomplishments ever. My biology grade will go up in finals, I know it. My math grade unfortunately will go down most probably. Everything else is fine I guess. But the projects. Omg. All of these last minute projects and requirements were piled onto me. I have never in my life, had my head hurt for a stupid pe grade. Tsk. Even for computer. I had to make a stupid website that looks like freakin shit. There’s also the stress of trying out for the Gloria Macapagal Arroyo Scholarship that mom wants me to get. But I probably, as usual will never be good enough for it. I never am. &amp;amp; it's the truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now? I am on my much awaited sembreak for 3 straight weeks. I am so relieved. Yet it seems so empty and lonely. My High school classmates may be back at home. But that still doesn't make me feel happy. My life right now is incomplete. &amp;amp; yes, it is about someone. How stupid, right? I made myself fall for someone who I thought would bring my happiness. Yet he only brought me heartbreak. &amp;amp; no, I am not lying like I used to do in high school (I was young and foolish then, I know.) This was actually the real thing. By not only one guy, but two. I really had feelings for the second one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first one was someone who I used to like. In the long complicated story, he ended up being a jerk. Who had feelings for someone else. But lied to me about it. I wasn't totally heartbroken because I didn't like the guy that much. But it was still so awkward because he was my classmate. &amp;amp; seeing him fool around with yet another helpless victim made me feel pissed off, on how he could actually act so stupid in front of me. But whatever. That's just not it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second person was someone I liked so much, it was close to love. He always acted like my boyfriend. He gave my chocolate, his nameplate from his uniform &amp;amp; all that other shit. He even made me a list of things he liked about me. And that made me feel so appreciated. Because no one, even my ex has ever done that for me. We never really did anything serious since he was never my boyfriend. But when he said that one day that he was afraid to lose me, I felt happy. Finally. We always spent time together. We always talked &amp;amp; all that stuff. But he never asked if he could court me, although he said he would soon. The week of the cultural comp meant that I would be absent from all my classes, including Filipino. That one class we had together. I felt sad but ok since I thought he would be coming to watch. Then when it was the day of the cultural competition (the one he said he would watch), then he didn't even show up. All I got was this one text, saying "Good luck". That's it. I tried texting him. Nothing even came up. So I just left him alone, trying to see if he would actually text or even try to see me. Nothing also. I got sick before I had to perform one last time. I thought he would come, but he didn't again. We didn't talk until Saturday, when he finally said those dreaded words I didn't want to hear. “I think we should just be friends".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say anything. His excuse? He's busy. &amp;amp; he said, cuz you’re busy also. I had to accept it. &amp;amp; I cried to be honest. But in that one week, without telling me, he found someone else. This unknown girl who ended up becoming his girlfriend in one fuckin week. I felt even more hurt because he lied to me. He is too busy? He had time to find a girlfriend. In one stupid week. In that one week, everything crashed. I broke down on Monday in front of my friends, but they helped me get through it. That wasn't the end of it though. When my friends from special Filipino talked to him, he told them that he thought he was too good for me. WTH. He erased me from his friendster friends list (Unnecessary &amp;amp; rude, I never did that to my ex boyfriend). And he started acting like a jerk; we had class at the same time twice. And he always rubbed it in my face saying that "his girlfriend just texted me". &amp;amp; he even had the nerve to ask one of the gifts he gave me, back. Rude much right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I now? I am just here. Hurt as hell. Rejected. I guess I was never good enough for anyone. Everyone found something about me that turned them off, that’s why I always get rejected. This incident that happened has taught me to guard my heart. I am not up to entertaining suitors. Or going out with anyone. I'm so afraid. I'm so scared. My heart can't take all this pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sem has taught me so much. I am thankful to all the wonderful friendships I have made. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have made real and true friends&lt;/span&gt;. I have learned to always think about what I say before I actually say it. I have learned to handle pressure &amp;amp; get things done. I have done so many things that I would have never thought of doing in high school. But I have also realized that I have to be patient. I have to be selective and careful of whom I see. I don't ever want to be like this again. Hurt. Crushed. Heartbroken &amp;amp; fed up. To be quite honest, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I miss being adored by someone.&lt;/span&gt; That feeling of you being one of the most important person in someone’s life. I wish and pray that someone could come along and prove to me that not every guy is the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6228237239845173856?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6228237239845173856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6228237239845173856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6228237239845173856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6228237239845173856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/10/why-cant-i-ever-be-good-enough_15.html' title='Why can&apos;t I ever be good enough?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8483349079401026976</id><published>2008-08-23T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:50:18.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urgh</title><content type='html'>Finally I have the chance to actually post something! I haven't totally made an actual post since last month. But now I do, so yeahhh. :) As if anyone reads my posts, but I don't really give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have gotten all my prelim grades. Except...Filipino. Which I'm confident that I will get high. lol. All my grades are line of 8, one line of 9(English! Yahoo.), one line of 7(psych! waaaa). To be honest..I still haven't changed my old ways in high school where i'm not a serious student, I don't study &amp;amp; all. But I still manage to actually pass. So it's all good. This week, I won the inter-collegiate gospel exposition thing. I am happy, yet it was unexpected. lol. What do you think? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sister Amanda Nepomuceno&lt;/span&gt; in the near future? HAHA. JK JK. Then all that school stuff. Yawn. ISA General Assembly yesterday. I learned something from that, &amp;amp; that is that I suck at EMCEEING. I need more practice. I swear. But the assembly was huuuuge disappointment since hardly anyone listened to the agenda. They mostly came for the food(Big surprise there.) *sarcastic*. The good thing is that I got free....CANDY. Hershey kisses, toblerone, snickers &amp;amp; Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been goin home late these days...cuz of choir. Choir ends around 8-9:30 ish. I'm excited for the cultural competition. We are singing some old beegees song instead of total eclipse of the heart. Thank goodness for that. So this week has been really busy for me. Sorry if I don't really update much. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MIDTERMS NEXT NEXT WEEK. HOMG. &lt;/span&gt;Prelims were just like...a month ago. &amp;amp; now it's midterms? I hope I pass. I think i'm failing in math. :( Nooo. Just when I got line of 8 in math, it will become a line of 7? It can't happen. I won't let it happen. I am getting a tutor for math. There is this thing in au called pathways where they tutor you for free. So I guess i'll just avail of that service.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8483349079401026976?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8483349079401026976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8483349079401026976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8483349079401026976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8483349079401026976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/08/urgh.html' title='Urgh'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-7203778299503505228</id><published>2008-08-06T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T03:29:00.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gosh. haven't posted in awhile. :) Too many things happening. I'm kinda lazy to go in detail about everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I made it in the CED Choir! woooot.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I dumped that guy who liked me in my class.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There are two cuter guys in the other colleges who like me.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;i keep gettin pissed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&amp;amp; other shit.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are my prelim grades so far btw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CFE: 83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICT: 85&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIO: 81&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Math: 82&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psych: 79&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'll probably be declaring hiatus soon. iono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-7203778299503505228?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7203778299503505228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=7203778299503505228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7203778299503505228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7203778299503505228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/08/gosh.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-7960353196099927498</id><published>2008-07-27T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T02:13:26.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRULY NOT FLIP...</title><content type='html'>Says the filipino quiz I took on facebook. I don't &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONSTANTLY ARRIVE 30 MINUTES LATE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FOR EVENTS&lt;/span&gt;, I don't SAY&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; "ARAY" INSTEAD OF OUCH&lt;/span&gt;, I don't have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;shrine to the Santo Nino in my living room&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No Rosary on my car's rear view mirror, No supply of frozen lumpia in my freezer or an ice shaver for making halo-halo&lt;/span&gt;, I use utensils when I eat(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;not my hands&lt;/span&gt;), &amp;amp;&amp;amp; finally I d&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on't go to a department store to try to bargain the prices. &lt;/span&gt;lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom has been gone a day already &amp;amp; i'm already enjoying things. I went to sm without her getting mad, I went to church with my brother and we ate out for lunch. We are goin to my favorite retaurant, Zapata for dinner tonight without my mom's strict diet in mind. I can go to school without her constantly embarrasing me. oh yes. Fun fun fun. She's goin shopping on the last day of her stay in China. Weeeee. I wonder what she will get me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday I had boring class. I won the gospel explanation thingy. I go against 1B, if I win that I get to represent my college and compete again other colleges. If I win that, then inter-school. If I win that? iono. Inter-province? wahahaha. jk jk. I also auditioned for CED choir. &amp;amp; as I feared...I choked. craaaaaaap. I am so pissed. I suck at singing notes. I hope I get in though. I am so not good at taking rejection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I watched The dark knight with angel. It was awesome. The joker is hilarious. It was kinda long though. As I expected, I saw a ton of ob people. Plus some 4B. And some AU people I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School again tomarrow. ACK. Bio quiz, which I haven't studied for. &amp;amp; other stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-7960353196099927498?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7960353196099927498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=7960353196099927498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7960353196099927498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7960353196099927498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/truly-not-flip.html' title='TRULY NOT FLIP...'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-7960904865054654759</id><published>2008-07-24T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:27:45.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dare to be different, &amp;&amp; screw the rest.</title><content type='html'>School is kiling me! Well. Not really.  That's kinda over-acting. But my prelim grades are low. I am not joking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;History:29/50&lt;br /&gt;CFE:41/70&lt;br /&gt;English(listening part):41/50&lt;br /&gt;Filipino:53/71&lt;br /&gt;Math:31/70&lt;br /&gt;Biology:40/80&lt;br /&gt;ICT:47/70&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you noticed that almost everything is just barely passing? URGH. I can die. I'm only happy about my english&amp;amp;filipino. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, we haven't been doin much. Projects have been thrown at us. ICT scrapbook, two ICT powerpoint presentations, CFE drawing. Mostly easy, but it's still a lot of work. &amp;amp; i'm competing in this gospel explanation thingy in CFE. Tomarrow, i'm competing again a few of my classmates so I could represent the class in some competition thing. I want to win, to show them I could do something. They don't think i can though. They think this other girl will win. Whateva. The problem with my classmates is that they always misnterpret my actions. It is hella annoying. First,when i'm close to my guy classmates, they say that i'm a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;flirt&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTH!&lt;/span&gt; Hello? It's called being nice to people. Grr. &amp;amp; they think i'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;mayabang&lt;/span&gt; or somethin whenever I get high in english or whenever I volunteer myself whenever theres this competition thing. &amp;amp; when our cfe teacher asked us whos good or articulate or whatever, I volunteered myself. ok? Uhm. It's called being 100&amp;amp; confident about yourself, it's about wanting to do stuff &amp;amp; actually make most of my college life. And in the end they say i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;mayabang&lt;/span&gt;? hello?! I hate it so much. But I'm totally goin to prove to them that I can do it. Maybe they don't like me because i am so different from everyone else. I am serious. I love being different. I love being the only fil-am in my class. Whos actually spontaneous and open with my feelings, who never gets a &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"nose bleed"&lt;/span&gt; whenever you hear people speak english. Everyone else in my class is just like everyone else. Smart, smart, smart, loves to make jokes, hella noisy who are used to people like them. This whole thing with my class is just like my first day in the philippines. Culture shock. And then they say I have a problem with my attitude. I kinda agree with them on that one though. Like I said before. I have a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huuuuuge&lt;/span&gt; mouth. &amp;amp; i never think about what i'm goin to say...I just say it. Thats a really bad habit. Pusing that aside though, I am so upset. But that doesn't mean everyone in my class is like that. Only a few people lang. I love a lot of people. Seriously. I like someone more than i should though. *hint hint*. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moms leavin for china on saturday. YES! omg. One whole week without her. I am free! Weeeeeeee. I'm goin to sm on saturday with angel, maybe. &amp;amp; watch the dark knight! I am like the only one among my friends who hasn't watched it yet. Yes, cuz i'm late like that. One more day of school than I could finally have a stress free, relaxed weekend. Still tired though. We did aerobics in PE yesterday. URGH. I am so not physically fit. I just realized that. I should get back into swimming. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-7960904865054654759?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7960904865054654759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=7960904865054654759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7960904865054654759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7960904865054654759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-stressed.html' title='Dare to be different, &amp;&amp; screw the rest.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-1400202362469509022</id><published>2008-07-21T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T02:26:49.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr Pimple.</title><content type='html'>I am developing pimples! Omg. lol. Major Blonde moment. But I know its normal for a teenager like me. It will probably disappear anyway right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week was hella crazy. I am so serious. Boring prelims. I only got my biology test back, to my disguist I got exactly 75%. I am so disappointed. &amp; my quiz grade was only 82. Science has always been my weak point. Oh well. I'm not going to make a big deal. I just have to stand back right back up and try to take this as a lesson. No biggie right! Just chill &amp; take it easy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finished my special filipino prelim just awhile ago. I didn't know the translations of a lot of the words. oh. craaaap. But otherwise, the prelims were ok. It didn't take a lot out of me. I am just happy they are over. So I can relax. For now. Ooops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something has been happening to me these past two weeks. I cannot say exactly what it is since its personal. But it is making me really really happy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am eating wayyyyy too much these days. Today? I ate a bagel, half of a cream-o cookie,  nilaga&amp; a bit of teresa's bacon, a slice of pizza &amp; chocolate crinkles. Yikes! better watch what I eat. I do not want to get fat. I am so serious. It is one of my many fears. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-1400202362469509022?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/1400202362469509022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=1400202362469509022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/1400202362469509022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/1400202362469509022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/rawr-pimple.html' title='Rawr Pimple.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8007802235726178777</id><published>2008-07-16T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T06:42:49.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oh so random</title><content type='html'>blah blah blah. Math,psych&amp;comp prelim.bored.iono.random mobile post.ktnxbye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8007802235726178777?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8007802235726178777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8007802235726178777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8007802235726178777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8007802235726178777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/oh-so-random.html' title='oh so random'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-1237755934591742196</id><published>2008-07-15T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T03:32:18.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No pressure, right?</title><content type='html'>Prelims. Yuck. I hate tests so much. If there was to be a trophy with worst test taker, it would be me. I suck at taking them. I have the worse luck. Especially in entrance tests. I guess I was just lucky when I  got into OB&amp;amp;AUF. lol. Tomarrow? CFE&amp;amp;ENGLISH&amp;amp;COMP QUIZ. lol. I am so freakin lazy to start studying. The tests tomarrow are easy. But the next few days are tortue. Psych, math&amp;amp;IT. Then BIO&amp;amp;History the next day. I can just study later, then wake up late. I dont have to go to school till 10ish. It's the filipino test for my classmates. But my special filipino prelim is next week. damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT MY NEW PHONE(!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Im currently editing this entry on my phone. Ü&lt;br /&gt;Finally. Phew. I love it. I can't text yet though.It's simlocked. :( But i want to get it unlocked really bad so I can use it fully. I'm only usin the cam&amp;amp;mp3 player for now. It's all good though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-1237755934591742196?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/1237755934591742196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=1237755934591742196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/1237755934591742196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/1237755934591742196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-pressure-right.html' title='No pressure, right?'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6482650172657176402</id><published>2008-07-13T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T06:09:51.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take all of your so-called problems, Better put ‘em in quotations</title><content type='html'>Changed the layout yet again, &amp;amp; I think i'm goin to have to stick with this very simple, white one. For now. I am wayyy too lazy to find a really good one to use anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week was crazy. Seriously. So much has happened. Well. i learned that some people in my class dislike me because of my mouth. I have come to the conclusion that I don't think about what I say before I open my mouth. Wooooopsie. Bad Bad Mouth. Bad bad me. Shut my mouth up, &amp;amp; open my brain up. We had tons of quizzes this week, i think I failed then. :( tsk tsk. Prelims are this week! Oh shit. I am so freakin scared to fail cuz majority of my classmates are smart people. &amp;amp; It will be so embarrasing if I fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  I am finally in the ISA! It's official. Oh Yes. We are goin to have three bulletin boards around the school, so AUF, watch out. We are planning the general assembly &amp;amp; i'm goin to be one of the emcees. Weeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. I found out you need to audition for cultural night &amp;amp; for the CED choir. Crap. I am so not good at auditions. I usually end up choking in the end. :( What should I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Went to manila yesterday &amp;amp; played with Sophie! Aw. Such a cutie. I'll miss her though. :( Everyone will. Today? Church, sm. Watched superhero movie, which was hilarious but I got bored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Rawr. Oh so lazy to get into detai about my life. I just know that I have to study hard. No updates right now I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6482650172657176402?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6482650172657176402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6482650172657176402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6482650172657176402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6482650172657176402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/take-all-of-your-so-called-problems.html' title='Take all of your so-called problems, Better put ‘em in quotations'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8492045757866475760</id><published>2008-07-09T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T18:12:19.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Got this from someone's blog. :)&lt;br /&gt;Type in the following and choose the first choice (that makes sense) that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;appears on the list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Type in "[your name] needs" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Amanda needs a mom in her corner with lots of time and attention to give to her. urgh. whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Amanda looks like any nerd in school, but she is actually really smart and cool. She is smart because she knows everything about bugs. -Kinda true!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Type in "[your name] likes" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda likes stalking. Rawr.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 ) Type in "[your name] says" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Amanda says&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;: As crazy as it sounds, we lie to make it seem like we're not Little Miss Bitch. If a dude asks us out and we're just not attracted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Amanda wan't a hug n and kiss. Awwww. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial;" href="http://amandawantsahugnkiss.blogspot.com/" class="l" onmousedown="return rwt(this,'','','res','1','AFQjCNEgqzIO2BDytKoxEI_p4A3R4syJSw','&amp;sig2=7GIlPa20GxW0iXAuQRsAmg')"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Amanda does travel. OHYES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) Type in "[your name] hates" Google search&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;amanda hates&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hate amanda Amanda. WEIRD. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) Type in "[your name] goes" Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;Amanda Goes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; West. random.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda loves nick.  nick who? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) Type in"[your name] is" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanda: is she right for your child. Wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;this is the most random survey i have taken. :) roflmao. woot woot. no school today. except for pe&amp;amp;filipino. :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8492045757866475760?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8492045757866475760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8492045757866475760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8492045757866475760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8492045757866475760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooogle.html' title='GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGLE'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8703348672760113976</id><published>2008-07-06T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T19:48:19.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday wasn't the best day ever. I mean, it was ok compared to last saturday. I wasn't able to meet up with anyone. I was supposed to though. But it ended up bein canceled anyway. Iono. I don't feel like goin to manila again, it just makes me feel sad. &amp;amp; it reminds me of something. lol. But I guess it's time to make new memories there. I keep wondering though how everything would turn out if I didn't do certain things. I haven't thought about the whole youknowhat while i'm in school. School keeps me busy, but no matter how busy it is, I'm thankful for it. At least i'm not alone like I was during the summer. I thought about things wayyyy too much since I was always bumming at that time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We left angeles around 1-ish, ate at kenny rogers. Drove to manila for about an hour or so, I am so used to going there now. I know the system and where things are. Especially around taft since we go there majority of the time. I was supposed to see Trish, Ice, Cams, Cho &amp;amp; other people. I really wish i did though. On my multiply, I keep seeing all the pics of my friends in manila who are having a great time, meeting up with each other. I can't help but feel jealous &amp;amp; sad that i'm not there with them. Or they are having a great time without me &amp;amp; other people in AU. :( Dropped my mom off and drove to MOA. It was sooooo packed. There were so many people it wasn't even fun. My day at moa sucked terribly. All we did was walk around, and eat double fudge brownies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then picked up my mom at taft, then we drove to greenbelt for dinner with my relatives visiting from Washington. Greenbelt was sooo nice. Esp the topshop. :))) I wanted to buy something sooooo bad. I spotted this really really really cute umbrella in marc jacobs, that said ILOVEMARC as the print or pattern. I wanted to buy it for my dad since his name is marc too. haha. hella expensive though. &amp;amp; he won't be buying me anything until next week. Which is my new phone. I am so excited. I have been waiting forever to get it. Although the unit isn't that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  We ate at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentro 1771&lt;/span&gt; in greenbelt 3. AKA the upscale presentation of filipino food. haha. It was sooo good to be honest. All of my cousins were there, including my nephews who I played with. &amp;amp; I caught up with my ninong and my tita who are visiting from Washington. I want to go back to washington so bad. To take my mind off things I guess.. &amp;amp; to see all my relatives. My life was good before. Now? it sucks. nah. that's kinda...mean. But I guess high school&amp;amp;grade school was a mix of ups and downs, it made me a different person. College isn't that bad though. We ate lamb,shrimp&amp;amp;other stuff complete with a mango&amp;amp;banana crepe at the end. We took pictures usin my cousins cool camera at the end, the one thats waterproof. We ended up staying there for hours, leaving greenbelt at 10. The night life was starting &amp;amp; everyone was goin to the bar. maaaan. I miss 4A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Then we took my relatives back to shangrila edsa. Seeing the place again gave me major dejavu. Or somethin. Iono. Prom was held there twice. Senior year being the best one ever. I saw the "spot". I don't know what to feel about it. happy? sad? depressed? relieved? iono. I am really confused now about how I feel. I can say that i've moved on. I have really. But I still feel bitter and there is no closure about the whole situation yet. Do you think i'm overreacting or what? We left manila around 11. Got home at 12. I feel asleep immedietly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  School yet again tomarrow. Start of a new week. With school&amp;amp;stuff. I'm goin to be inducted into the I.S.A on friday. Exciting I guess. New phone in 8 days! My posts are so uninspiring these days. Running out of things to talk about I guess. Or I don't have a way with words I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8703348672760113976?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8703348672760113976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8703348672760113976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8703348672760113976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8703348672760113976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/yesterday-wasnt-best-day-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6160585146154612503</id><published>2008-07-04T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T17:47:17.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Independence dayyyyy.</title><content type='html'>Ohyeah. Let's bbq. :) happy fil,am freshman day in the philippines. happy 4th of july in the states. 4th of july is such a big deal there. It made it fun though. Seriously. We would usually go to my relative's house. bbq. Fireworks at night in the place with staples&amp;amp;circuit city. I forgot the name of the place! seriously. I just know it had magruders&amp;amp; the shadow tag place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently in my mom's office waitin for my next class. Which starts at 3. Then I'm goin to sm to watch the fil, am friendship day show. Ob will perform. CAT stuff. haha. I don't miss CAT at all! I am effin serious. A part of me doesn't want to go though to be quite honest. Iono. I don't feel like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am too lazy to actually recap everything that happened in the past two days. I just know that I won't join cya(don't have time. their meetings are hella long), i suck at filipino games(we played sipa&amp;amp;this other game, I sucked in the end),&amp;amp;I hate pe. But today was kinda ok. We were supposed to have a quiz in bio about cells(urgh. it so long), but we had a game. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it was fun. Pinoy Henyo. :) My group got all 3 questions right. We had our first friday mass, behind igie, next to jade&amp;amp;lovely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No cf. Psych discussion. PE quiz, i didn't study. But I managed to get an 11/20. My pe teacher is kinda mean though. I just asked Maricris what number we were on in the quiz then he thought I was cheating. &amp;amp; I bought a quiz notebook kanina but i forgot it in the classroom. So when we were at the CC, I wanted to get it. In the end he just made me buy a new one. grrrrr. I have like 10+ quiz notebooks already. wth wth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch with erika. waitin for my special filipino class. im bored. But at least I get free internet time. I changed my layout again. I kinda like it, but i'm probably goin to change it in a week again. Blogskins are like clothes. You change them a lot. Am I right? 2 weeks till new phone. i don't want an n series. urgh. but i guess i'll have to live with it. I almost forgot about my new phone to be honest...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin to manila tomarrow yet again. urgh. not lookin forward to it. My tita from the states is here. Her husband is my ninong. He gave me P2000 + $20 + personalized notepad + top. Yey. I heart presents. I'll post a pic later. I've been playin mysims on the wii. It is sooo cute. the people are like legos. I'm PRO btw for the ISA. Weeeeeeeeeee. I'm excited. PRO is like...the one who keeps the image of the org alive. or somethin like that. iono. i'm just happy I have a position.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6160585146154612503?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6160585146154612503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6160585146154612503' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6160585146154612503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6160585146154612503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/independence-dayyyyy.html' title='Independence dayyyyy.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6689176653822062191</id><published>2008-07-01T16:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:36.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy Busy Busy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SHBJT8Ozm3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/60_c5lGXfIY/s1600-h/dsc134+035-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SHBJT8Ozm3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/60_c5lGXfIY/s320/dsc134+035-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219752575056976754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. It's only tuesday and i'm already pooped out. seriously. my weekend was cool. I went to manila saturday&amp;amp;sunday. The bad thing is that those trips made me forget about school. :) On monday I had to read about cells, but in the end it got moved to tomarrow. i am so freakin lazy now! sheesh. I forgot about my cf homework, which was to draw a lifeline, representing points &amp;amp; bad points of my life. Most of my good points were in the states. high school&amp;amp;gradeschool here were probably the worst times. Grad here&amp;amp;prom was the best though. College is in the middle. I'm havin fun though. Plus we had to explain a gospel story that was related to my lifeline. I didn't have a lot of time so I chose adam&amp;amp;eve. HAHA! I am serious. Because at first, adam &amp;amp; eve were good. but then adam got influenced by eve and started doin bad things. which is kinda like my lifeline. Well. I couldn't really write a lot, since i worked a bit on my timeline. thank god for my one hour break. I even forgot the bible I had to bring. hala. stupid me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Saturday, we went to lasalle. I saw aira at mcdo! weeeee. coincidence. We went to kfc &amp;amp; mcdo and we talked. I miss all my friends. :( Mom took two plus hours &amp;amp; we couldn't go inside the andrew gonzales building. When aira left, I hopped into the car and waited for my mom with kvic&amp;amp;kuya. I saw cute guys(!!!!) I accidently smiled at them when they walked by the car. The windows were open. I looked like a stalker. But still. They were really really cute. Then we went to gh &amp;amp; ate noodles. mom shopped(I wish I went with her.) in the tiangee. sp? I just walked around gh with bro. I was so bored! Btw. I decided to give up with him. I won't care na since obviously he's not doin the same. he moved on. So should I. right? I will. I swear. School has been keeping me soooo busy. I haven't thought about it. Then, we went home. Saturday sucked. moms vice president of the pta. uhm. ok? iono what to feel about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Went to manila again. Church first.Alyssa's here! yipeeeeeeee. it started to rain when we were on the nlex. the ayala mall being built near the toll gate is gettin bigger&amp;amp;bigger. Hmmmm. GH again. I am so bored of that place again. I don't have any purpose there na. We bought a wii. All I wanted was guitar hero complete with guitar. haha. didn't get the guitar. Mostly got sims games&amp;amp;guitar hero 3:legends of rock. Noodles again. it was cold kc. I bought an id lace and a cellphone wrist thingy. my lace has black lollipops(!) and the wrist thing has apples. sweet stuff i guess. I wanted to buy a hoody! but mom said next time. :(  Drove to rockwell club for my tito's birthday &amp;amp; my nieces "despidida party" haha. my niece is really white. as in complete with brown hair. soooooo cute! i love her. My cousin is filipino kc. her husband is from nyc. She's been in the philippines for a month but i just saw her now since she's been in qc. awwww. I went swimming with my ate, my two baby nephews and kuya. my cousin had a phone that could take underwater pics.  It's fun. &amp;amp; I haven't been swimming in awhile.  After that I took pics in the bathroom. haha. cuz the light was really nice. After everyone left, we went to powerplant mall. mom bought bagels&amp;amp;cream cheese. I bought a nerds rope. which was superrrr expensive for candy anyway. P50. imported kc...I miss candy from the states! lol. my teeth hurt though. Drove home, and i bought a cinnabon for breakfast the next morning. ate buger king in the gas station in bulacan. Got home at 11. So tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://gifup.com/show/f308a174b1" title="GIF animations generator gifup.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://gifup.com/data/gifs/f/3/0/f308a174b1.gif" alt="GIF animations generator gifup.com" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was kinda tiring. Bio discussion. I didn't understand anything. my teacher talked wayyyyyy too fast. my seat in bio is next to the window. I just watched the boys volleyball team. haha. i'm serious. sexy guys. :) break. did my cf assignment with june honey&amp;amp;maika I think? iono. she looks like teresa. my friend from isa. no cf! teacher didn't show up. woohoo. psychology. discussin &amp;amp; we looked at cool optical illusion pics from his laptop. computer lecture. boring discussion. lunch with erika&amp;amp;her friends from pharma. She is unhappy. :( awww. reserach in the library. i didn't know how the whole thing worked. Since in ob, libraries were simple. it's all complicated now. I had to find the effects of the brain. it took me forever. i used the internet nalang which is prohibited. But i just wrote the books down that I looked at. Then copied info from the internet. wahaha. i'm a cheater. special fil. new classmates again. :) went home, took 2 hours for psych homework.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, Tuesday July 1. 13 days till new phone. I almost forgot about it! time flies by soooooo fast. I've been in school for three weeks na.  Hmmm. math. i felt so sleepy. we had another quiz. roman numerals. haha. it's hard. i know it sounds easy. but it's just confusing. ict lab. hella easy exercise about tables. in ms word. lunch at jolliebee with fatima, bee, roanna, warren&amp;amp; jazz. History. Charm is in my class. weeeee. maybe history won't suck. We have another project. oh great. :( i'm goin to join cya(christ youth in action.) &amp;amp; choir. i can't attend meetings this week. they said that theres this huge thing on friday for cya. but i can't cuz i'm goin to sm to watch the ob show &amp;amp; see my friends! then acquaintance party i think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been playing guitar hero since i got home. took a few breaks in between. i love it so much! haha. it's hard but fun. my character is the japanese girl with the green hair. Wii sports is hard. for me. hahahaha. i'm weak. my fingers hurt though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday tomarrow. :( bio activity, cf discussion(don't forget bible!), psych group assignment(I'm done! yipee), special fil. 10 adjectives(my teacher doesn't even check homework. haha. i did it anyway). nothin else i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i didn't care too much about what people thought of me. but these days....i really am. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6689176653822062191?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6689176653822062191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6689176653822062191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6689176653822062191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6689176653822062191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/07/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy Busy Busy'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SHBJT8Ozm3I/AAAAAAAAAMI/60_c5lGXfIY/s72-c/dsc134+035-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-5671872811333204370</id><published>2008-06-27T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T04:11:33.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I go again.</title><content type='html'>I made a new url. yet again. iono! i get bored easily. i change usernames more than layouts. wth is wrong with me. haha. i like my new one cuz it's sooo simple to remember. &amp;amp; i don't want my url to have numbers, cuz I want my blogusername to be unique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No school. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No english class. :) Teacher didn't show up. yipee. Math class. More sets, Got our test papers back. I almost got perfect on the first quiz, failed the second, passed on the third. And our teacher read the things we made on the first day. Where we had to say our favorite number &amp;amp; why. I said 8. Well. Some may think I said that because it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; my monthesary with him(i wrote that thing on the first day of school. we were together pa.) But I said because when you turn it to the side, it becomes infinity. haha, yess. I had one of the only logical answers in my class. Computer lab, ms word, tables blah blah blah. Lunch with teaura. met up with Van, Doms, Janette, Diana, Gel&amp;amp; Cams in au mcdo. I couldn't stay for a long time though. I had class pa. Boring history. &amp;amp; other stuff. Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WEDNESDAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bio discussion, failed the third quiz. :( I didn't study e. Hmm. break with mommy hons. haha. she's my classmate whos kinda older than me. CF discussion. I fell asleep &amp;amp; kept doin my hair wahaha. No psych&amp;amp;IT lab. :) we had a guidance orientation. then pe. We did our kung fu dance, which we just finished doin that day. haha. played filipino games! oh shet. I didn't know what to do. omg. i embarrased myself talaga. As in. Special Fil. Charmayne&amp;amp;perkins are in my class. but we got alphabetically arranged. Poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;THURSDAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;English. Discussion. made into vice president of the english club. rawr. i don't really care to be quite honest. haha. i'm aiight with it. ok ok. Hmm. math for about 15 minutes. Then general assmebly for the college of educ. these gay people danced for awhile, also my classmates. haha. they thought joerem was gay. no history(!!!!!). weeeeee. lunch with erika&amp;amp;sheila. froshnight practice. which was totally uneccesarry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;FRIDAYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bio quiz. i think i did ok. cf quiz, i failed. psych test i think i passed. no special fil! went home early. weeee. Froshnight was so lame. I mean it. All we did was have a mass, introduction of the officials &amp;amp; the college deans. My mom was there, grrr. My friends like her though. &amp;amp; she likes them because they are simple....And they all lived happily ever after. the end. :) jk jk. seriously. Hmm. Long ass speech from the chancellor and then these two speakers on behalf of the freshman spoke. the first one was alright. but the second speaker's english was sooo not good. she was alright i guess. but she kept emphasising the p&amp;amp;ts. sheesh. i can speak english better than her. maybe cuz mine is natural? wahaha. Then the concert chorus, dance troupe(miles is sooo good. seriously), performed. the concert chorus is really really good. dance troupe also. Also rondalla. They should play like current songs. Rondalla played with you, always be my baby &amp;amp; go on girl. songs come to the philippines really really late. People here are still obsessed with low! it's sooo freakin annoying. elevator is the new low. :) Then i went home. yeah. i fell asleep immedietly when I got home. I was sooo tired. I think I failed the three quizzes I took yesterday. :( CF anyway. I didn't take it seriously to be honest. oh well. theres always next time right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin to manila today with mom&amp;amp;kuya. nothin to do since i'm obviously not goin to see him today. Well. To be honest I might. Is somethin wrong with seeing your ex? iono. i feel weird. Cuz I was superr mean to him the other day. The thing is that I sorta want to talk to him. But I don't want to look desperate at all. When he didn't reply after awhile, I said..."You know what, I won't even bother to try to get to you. I don't want to look desperate especially since it was me who dumped you&amp;amp; your ass. I'll just let some other cheap girl have my trash, aiight? " Ouch. Meaness. well. :) haha. i'm superr bitter. Iono. Is that normal? Maybe. Mom has a meeting in lasalle. She wants to shop in gh. We are gettin the wii tomarrow I think. &amp;amp; we are goin to manila again tomarrow for my uncle's birthday party&amp;amp; my nieces goin away party at rockwell club. Hmm. Mom has a pta meeting right now in au. She's probably goin to be the president. just great.-sarcastic. Gosh. I am bein sooo sarcastic these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lense cap of my mom's cam won't close. OHSHIT. You know how my mom is, gettin mad at me for things that aren't my fault. Grrrrr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-5671872811333204370?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5671872811333204370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=5671872811333204370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/5671872811333204370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/5671872811333204370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-i-go-again.html' title='Here I go again.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-2209983433444339457</id><published>2008-06-26T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:19:34.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rawr. so busy. too lazy to get into detail. FROSHnight tomarrow. wow.i'm so excited---sarcastic. iono. we had a practice today(ob style :) ). haha. Bio&amp;amp;Psych&amp;amp;Cf quiz tomarrow pa. ack. I'm vice president of the english club btw. oh joy. -also sarcastic btw.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-2209983433444339457?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2209983433444339457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=2209983433444339457' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/2209983433444339457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/2209983433444339457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/rawr.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-3011587329267135836</id><published>2008-06-22T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:28:25.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRANKIE!</title><content type='html'>...You saved my ass! HAHA!I was supposed to have 2+ tests tomarrow in psycho&amp;amp;Bio. But you were so strong that it was declared that there was no classes. Woohoo. I am so relieved. Rawr. This is weird. I'm talkin to a typhoon, who's original name was Frank. but I added the ie cuz it's cute. &amp;amp; I love cute. ya know that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Changed my layout again, into somethin a bit more personalized. What do ya think? it's kinda simple actually. But oh well. It's hard to do a layout with like pictures &amp;amp; stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found out that I sorta have the same username as bianca gonzales. Hers is superbianca. Uh-oh. I didn't know that. Maaaaan. I didn't copy though. I swear to god. Mine has an extra r at the end though. But whatever. People might still think I copied her. The truth is that I didn't, aiight? Belive me or not. I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. We went to church. lol. there weren't a lot of people to be quite honest. It was cool though. Cuz the songs they sing in mass take forevvvva to sing. The mass only took 40+ minutes. Phew. Went to sm for the second time. Well. First time this week anyway. Grocery shopping &amp;amp; lunch at fortune. my favorite dimsum/noodles combo. Yummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only prob with having school is that mom's goin to be home too. urgh. I know that sounds mean. But i won't have a lot of things to do at home. It stopped raining btw. haha. too bad. They can't just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;un&lt;/span&gt;declare class now. It's too late. it was posted on TV &amp;amp; everything that angeles&amp;amp;schools in manila have no class. Too bad suckas who wanted class so bad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-3011587329267135836?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3011587329267135836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=3011587329267135836' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3011587329267135836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3011587329267135836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/frankie.html' title='FRANKIE!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-4682397481699494652</id><published>2008-06-21T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:37.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hella tiring week. But fun at the same time. :)) The usual boring lessons &amp;amp; all that other junk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, I have been smiling a lot these days. Seriously. I got inspired when I watched 25 most stylish faces. They kept saying like...her smile is gorgeous. like that. I thought about it lately, and i don't smile a lot. it sucks cuz since I don't smile..My lips are getting a bit bigger. And people will think i'm always angry or i'm about to eat them(that's what erika told me anyway. She's the girl from my fil-am filipino class) So yeah. In the end, i'm smiling. And people notice it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;SUNDAYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's day. I bought dad a card lang. Still broke. :( We went to both of my favorite restaurants today. Zapata's &amp;amp; Hebrs&amp;amp;green. Yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MONDAYYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Bio quiz. Which was sooo easy. I got perfect I think. All you had to do it like, list 30 branches of science. And then give it's classification. Whether it has to deal with animals, plants or general science. Then scientific notation&amp;amp;scientific attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;s&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. Woohoo. Break time with Honey. We just&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;did homeworks &amp;amp; stuff. Hung around. Boring CF&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I noticed that all my classmates write long essays. Our CF homework was page 9-11. But 10&amp;amp;11 were only for the extra essays. They finished up to page 11. Mine was only up to page 9! Nyek. Psychology discussion. Chyeahh. I think I like my course now, Psychology is kinda boring too. No computer lecture teacher yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Lunch with erika(my ob classmate), she'll transfer to UST na next sem! Boohoo. No more MWF lunch buddy. :( Well. I still have Siarra, Teaura, Sheila. And other people. So whatever. I'll still&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;miss her though of course. Special Filipino was bette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;r&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;. I feel so retarded though. Lol. We had to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;say tagalog words in syllables. I have the same shoes as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; erika! haha. The ones I bought in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;landmark. But she bought h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;er's in nepo. omg. I talked to some of the girls. So it's ok...They talk&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;too much though to be hon&lt;/span&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;st. A lot of people think it's annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;TUESDAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Didn't wear my uniform. My tops will get fixed pa. Hmm. English lessons was hella easy. But long. Math was kinda easy. but long at the same time. Alphabetically arranged again. GRRR. Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;well. my seatmate in math is smart. &amp;amp; Teresa is in fro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;nt of me. We had a quiz. I think I did ok.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Turns out our teacher gives a quiz almost every meeting. yikes. Computer is so easy. MS WORD. Stuff I know already. Assigned seating arrangemen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;t yet again. Boring history class &amp;amp; lunch afterwards. Then pe. My class is like...the only class that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt;s to wear shorts. Maybe cuz our pe teacher is a guy? Iono. It sucks. I have "leg issues". We had a boring discussion about physical fitness. &amp;amp; the teacher had the nerve to make fun of my accent! GRRRR. AHNOYING MUCH? Then we were divided into four groups. for this stretching thing. I was made leader unfortunetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;WEDNESDAYYYY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Boring Bio discussion. I was 10 minutes late! i forgot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; my glasses and my folder. huhuhuhu. I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;couldn't see much for practically the whole day. Sp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;ent break in the library. Took snapshots of my new friends. :) Hmm. What else. Psycho discussion. cfe discussion. We have computer lecture now. :( I like comp &amp;amp;pe when it's practical.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And not boring stupid lecture. Then break with Erika. I saw teaura, Neal mac &amp;amp;&amp;amp; nico for the millionth ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;me today. i was supposed to have special filipino class. But my teacher canceled it. Great. I waited in au for 3+hours for nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;THURSDAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Sitting in the back na with Janine, Joane, jade &amp;amp; Miles. haha. pure j yung mga kasama ko. naks. tagalog. :) woohoo. it was fun since we could talk. Mat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;h. Long discussion. The guys in my class are hella smart. they can do mental math. I had a b&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;it of an ok time. Sorta hard but sorta easy. Computer. I forgot my id! :( Lunch at mcdo with Sheila, Janette &amp;amp; shiela's friends. quiz in history. in the end we just ended up having the same answers as everyone else's. it was ok though. A lot of my answer's were original too. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SF0I9cl1OgI/AAAAAAAAALc/CptIDY03FGs/s1600-h/dsc134+007-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SF0I9cl1OgI/AAAAAAAAALc/CptIDY03FGs/s320/dsc134+007-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214333795304815106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIDAYYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Got our quizes &amp;amp; assignments back in bio. i failed the second, unexpected quiz. waaaaa. One more point I would have passed. Discussion. Break. Walked around the school with Honey for like..an hour. Tired tired feet. :( Hmm. No cf teacher! woot. boring osycho discussion we have two quizes on monday. bio&amp;amp;psych. yaaaaaak. lunch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;with mom at jolliebee. met up with bee, miles&amp;amp;fats in the dance studio. kwento kwento lang. I showed them my carthweel. :) But it hurt cuz i was wearing jeans. Went to my special fil class &amp;amp; made more friends. yey. Friday was cool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SATURDAYYY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;SM clark with angel. :) I had fun. I missed my big sis. We told stories about stuff. I saw Jecca,Kathleen &amp;amp; Zarry? i think. they were with second year &amp;amp;third year people. It's weird. One of them was wearing a dress inside a movie theater! I laughed my head off. I kept on wearing Angel's lasalle hoody. it was so cute kc. haha. I'm a feeler talaga.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SF0I9QRwxeI/AAAAAAAAALU/ByRdhXaMe3Q/s1600-h/DSC03036-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SF0I9QRwxeI/AAAAAAAAALU/ByRdhXaMe3Q/s320/DSC03036-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214333791999411682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SF0INb2D8HI/AAAAAAAAALM/qHyBvWuABSo/s1600-h/DSC03008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SF0INb2D8HI/AAAAAAAAALM/qHyBvWuABSo/s320/DSC03008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214332970470731890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;School again on monday! i can't believe I've been in school for two weeks na. Time flies when your busy I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm gettin sick of my layout now! it's not even funny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-4682397481699494652?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4682397481699494652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=4682397481699494652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/4682397481699494652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/4682397481699494652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/hella-tiring-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SF0I9cl1OgI/AAAAAAAAALc/CptIDY03FGs/s72-c/dsc134+007-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-4437405523017134498</id><published>2008-06-14T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T01:53:34.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I deleted a part of my blog before. I thought it was too personal to talk about that stuff here. I'm thinking of making this blog private since no one even reads it anyway. haha. except a few people. I'll just grant them permission. I need to actually talk about personal stuff,to let it out, since none of my friends are here. Then again, even if they were here, they probably wouldn't even care. Anyway, if you know what happened...then I could honestly say that i'm kinda worried. I did something. Well we did something that's kinda stupid...&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm scared he'll tell people what we did. URGH. I'm praying to god that he doesn't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so depressed these days. With the thing that happened on tuesday, my course(i'm starting to dislike it. I don't care what my mom says about psychology having no direction after you graduate. As if i'll be able to get accepted in ateneo, up or the states for law school after college with education majoring in english as my course. Urgh. Wth. ), My special filipino class kinda sucks. I'm in the phil am class and I didn't know that I was bad at tagalog. I know how to sorta speak it. I'm just not good in like classes and stuff, my sched is so full now(MWF, i'm released at 11 but I have the special tagalog class at 3 - 4. TTH, I'm released at 2. So on MWF, I have to wait in AU till three doin nothing. Until my tutoring starts though. Then i'll be even more stressed out since I have to do that for three hours straight), My uniform makes me look huuuuge, especially the top, I can't eat lunch with my classmates since they all go home or go to the carinderia, which i'm not allowed to go to says mom. No one texts me anymore. I decided that I won't be unli anymore. For now anyway. Why? No one else to text, but him. And since I don't text him na, theres nothing else. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; why waste my allowance on load. I'm registered right now for one day. &amp;amp; I hardly used it. Why? Everyone is too busy with their own personal lives. K, fine. I'll be busy too. No one will text me anyway. iono. I just feel so lonely now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part is that I could usually go with my ob friends for lunch. Erika, or Tyn, or Janette or whoever else. I met up with tyn yesterday, &amp;amp; i see like tons of ob people or ex ob people. It's cool like that. We had a heart to heart talk. I felt really good, cuz I was able to let out some steam. BTW, just because i'm saying things like this about my classmates, doesnt mean I like them. They are really nice people, totally. But i'm not super close with them. I think I have to start wearing my uniform on monday. i hate my top since its soooo loose. urgh. &amp;amp; on tuesday, I have to wear a plain white shirt with blue shorts for pe. Which sucks since my top is kinda see-through. Oh well. We'll be doin gymnastics in PE. &amp;amp; I have had experience with gymnastics before, &amp;amp; I know how to tumble and do cartwheels and stuff. So its cool. I like pe more when it's not stupid lecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The prob with my new classmates is, they can't speak english well. i can't relate with them. They hardly know about pop culture &amp;amp; stuff( my psycho teacher is cool. he knows all these things like Rage against the machine. And his name is Ross and thats who he associated his name with. Like when he introduced himself he told us that, his name is Ross. Like in friends, the sister of Monica. HAHA! I was like the only one in my class who know what he was talking about. ) Psycho sounds cool. i wish I took that up instead of educ. but they said psych will get harder. Maybe i'll hate it in the end. I bought the book and sorta studied. But I didn't treat it as a big. my classmates did and they panicked. Maybe cuz they have to maintain a grade. They get free books though so thats cool too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New layout! I love this style. When there's like a table thing(iono really what thats called to be quite honest. Let's just call that a table for now) at the bottom and stuff with a huuuuge entry space. Like pearl's blog. Or gyk's. And its &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;orange!&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;one of my favorites. I'm fascinated by people who make layouts with their pictures on it. I tried to make one. Didn't work out in the end, I can't find any nice pics of me to work with. I'm sorta happy that school started because at least I have some things to talk about right? I don't have a cam right now to be honest. I wanna take pictures with my classmates. But I gotta wait till july to get my n82. I might not even unlock it cuz I wasted tons of money for globe, and I hardly text anyone anymore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Gotta study for bio quiz. branches of science. there are like 60+ of them. urghh. Oh well. I'm kinda good at memorizing. I work better under pressure though. But i guess I gotta start now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-4437405523017134498?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/4437405523017134498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=4437405523017134498' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/4437405523017134498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/4437405523017134498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-deleted-part-of-my-blog-before.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-5859256060968047042</id><published>2008-06-12T18:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:27:09.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say there's a lot of fish in the sea but out of the hundreds of types and thousands&lt;br /&gt;of fish, sometimes all you need is the one that swam away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School's officially in session. How am I? Well. I'm aiight. My sched is now really filled up. because of my special filipino &amp;amp; my esl tutoring. Turns out I have to teach a korean how to read! ACK! I need patience for that man. Do I have it? HELL NO. i'm up to 2 or 4 now...What the hell am I supposed to do? I'm tired already after the second day. lol. No school today btw. Yipee. Only in Angeles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said that i didn't want to stay in au. But i'm kinda having fun. :)) My class is full of public school scholars. There's only me, and two other people from a private school. But I guess it's cool like that. I have a simple life now. Like, I don't have to feel embarrased to be myself. My classmates are loud, crazy kids though. Really studious though. man. I made more friends though. Like Erika's pharmacy friends, this one guy in my special filipino class. These two girls that I met yesterday. I went to the ps yesterday, then I saw these two girls that i thought were in my class. Turns out they are in the korean/japanese class. I'm in the phil-am class. Aw. Oh well. I'll see them soon anyway. I thought those two girls were really in my class though. Cuz this one girl looked really american. but she's japanese/american i guess. Iono. But its cool. they are classmates with AR in the business class. lol. I would have taken that if I was goin to be a corporate lawyer. but noooo. That's hard shit. Also people from the isa, people I met through my mom. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I keep seeing all these ob people. my guy classmates from ob...Like mike, AR, Mac. Also some 4b people. A lot of us are here pala....&amp;amp; a lot of my classmates are having a hard time in manila...So yeah. I guess Im sorta ok now with me studying here. I guess I just wanted to go there cuz a lot of my friends are there...and youknowhat.. I hate it when all my teachers keep saying that, i'm going to be a future teacher. URGH. WTH? I'm goin to be a lawyer! Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was in the ps building though. my classroom sucks. it has those old brown desks instead of those nice blue ones in the ps. But the outside in the main building is so much better. ESL training starts next next week? Please pray for me. haha. I need it! I have a lot of breaks though. but i'm up to 4 now...but not straight. i have like 3 breaks. And we didnt have a lot of classes yesterday. Our schedule keeps changing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to study already. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I have assignments. I don't want to wear the uniform though. I like it better when theres no uniform. its funner. But I'm goin to run out of clothes soon. So chyeahh. I sorta wish that I chose psycho as my course...its sounded more fun. But nooooooo. My mom made me take this. grr. I have to read already. Better safe than sorry I guess. Right now? I'm just depressed.....Iono what to do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin to stop with the mood themes thing. iono. I don't really feel like doing them anymore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW! We shaved my dog. hahahaha. I know that sounds sooo mean. But his hair was so tangeled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-5859256060968047042?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/5859256060968047042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=5859256060968047042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/5859256060968047042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/5859256060968047042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/they-say-theres-lot-of-fish-in-sea-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-3163077995588353153</id><published>2008-06-09T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:37.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So long, sweet summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Alas. The summer is finally...ending. maaaaan. A part of me is sorta excited. But a huuuge part of me is nervous &amp;amp; sad. I am so not good at first impressions &amp;amp;&amp;amp; first days. lol. I remember in OB..I was so quiet. I met my first friends...Loiz, Tyn &amp;amp;&amp;amp; Yza. :) Then they thought my name was samantha. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer was probably mediocre for me. I didn't do much. We didn't go out of the country. I hardly got any sleep. I felt so abandoned because none of my friends talked to me a lot. I guess they are too caught up in their own lives and their group mates lives to even give a shit about me. Loner? Maybe. I hardly did anything. It was soooo hot. Buuut. here's a recap. In no order. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our bittersweet graduation. I didn't cry to be honest.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Our boring subic trip with the fam. Zero percent sunburn. Weeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Aircon rooms with bro. Woke up hellish early for about a month or two.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Begging my dad for a new phone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;AUF Psycho test&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shifting from blog to blog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Probably spent a fortune on load just to text them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trish, Jai, Jerika &amp;amp;&amp;amp; jen's birthday parties.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jen left for Scotland. :(&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Grew taller &amp;amp;&amp;amp; gained weight (!!!!)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Worrying about ptc for about a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fought &amp;amp; made up with *&amp;amp;/@&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Went to manila thrice and saw "them"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;4 + hour phone calls with them for about a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trip to quezon. endless stop overs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;6 pairs of shoes in just one summer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shopping in landmark.  three tops. one skirt. 2 pairs of jeans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Arguments with the rents and bro.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;camwhore moments with myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drifted apart from some of my friends from manila.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The OC/Search for the next doll(yuck), oth, beauty and the geek, desperate housewives reruns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Snuffie's hair got into an endless tangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hella expensive electric bills.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;10+ cones of ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched PBB for once in my life. lol. I sorta enjoyed it. Ejay won btw. yipeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;5th wheel for a day&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Watched Iron man, Indiana Jones &amp;amp; Narnia.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Endless trips to SM clark.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Simple piano lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No new phone. Yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cried a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Became lonely I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Lost our maid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tried to change on may 13. Hows it going? iono. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;lol. That's all i can think of right now. I'll add anything if I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, we went to church. Lunch at Perfect Loaf. SM clark to watch a movie. bought load. It was pandimonium there because everyone was rushing to buy their school things. Watched Narnia: Prince Caspian. Prince Caspian &amp;amp;&amp;amp; King Edmound are the shizzzney! So freakin hot. The movie was cool. But some parts were dragging. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I saw one of my friends and her family. I didn't want to see them. Cuz her boyfriend was with her. gosh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting the N82 though. finally! next month tho. :( have to use this crappy phone for a month longer. It's new-ish. It's a low model, but its only temporary until I get my new one. oh well. Good things come to those who wait right? &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm gettin an increase in my allowance cuz I have to do chores.My maid left remember? ack. I'm sick of them already and she just left saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;GG's over. for now anyway. :) Will try to watch the Hills. it's dragging at times. especially when "speidi" is involved. wth.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SE0N9eZI9mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SCFA5uvva30/s1600-h/is_00114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SE0N9eZI9mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SCFA5uvva30/s320/is_00114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209835693719221858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HAHA! &lt;/span&gt;Found this on the computer. Look. Asian Napolean Dynamite, girl version! Glasses complete with braces. Nyek. That girl next to me is Rachel Crow. my old neighbor in Gaithersburg. She's somewhere in Virginia I guess...Iono. haven't heard from her in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Gaithersburg...i checked out my old's school website! haha! Some of my old teachers are still there. Mrs Snyder,Ms Taylor, Mrs Simintaris &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my music teacher! Sheesh. How long can they actually stay there? Gah. I wanna visit Brown Station maaaaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this on urban dictionary btw. It made me laugh hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;GAIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;HERSBURG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="definition"&gt; a suburb of washington, dc. located inbetween rockville, darnestown, olney and germantown, right in the middle of montgomery county, the 3rd most affluent county in the US. voted 17th best place to live in the entire united states by money magazine and cnn online in 2005. notorious for being "ghetto" and de-SPIC-able, it's actually very weathly. the median household income is over $80,000 (more than twice the national average and more than both germantown and olney). less urban than rockville, older than germantown and less rich than bethesda, it's not that bad if you don't live in/near montgomery village or directly off of 355(where you will either be pulled over, arrested, and/or shot). BTW ZIP CODE 20878 + 20850 YOU LIVE IN GAITHERSBURG NOT NORTH POTOMAC. four high schools in the city: gaithersburg, watkins mill, marguder and quince orchard. gaithersburg is ghetto and basically an immigration officer's wet dream, some very wealthy people that live about an hour away in laytonsville also attend (retarded boundry lines), watkins mill is full of semi-wealthy yet trashy white people (especially around neelsville) and really ghetto black people, quince orchard's full of rich white and even richer minorities who SWEAR they live in north potomac and darnestown, when really they live in gaithersburg and rockville. finally magruder is full of gays in plays, and really hardcore druggies and crack whores (thankfully most of them live in rockville too) but is actually the most normal of all nearby schools in terms of academics and athletics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="example"&gt; bethesda guy: where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;gburg dude: gaithersburg&lt;br /&gt;bethesda guy: fuck dude, sorry.&lt;br /&gt;gburg dude: it's ok, at least i don't live in germantown or....cringe... frederick. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Damn. I have to wake up soooo early. tomarrow. 5:30 AM-6ish. Why? Get ready and to iron my freakshow of hair. Brushing &amp;amp;&amp;amp; ironing hair is like a freakin chore! it takes foreverrr to get it really straight. Gosh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;we have to put on our face(makeup. haha) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fix our hair. sheesh. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The things we girls do for beauty. lol. All guys have to do is slick on some gel &amp;amp; brush. Why can't our lives be as simple as that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SE0QVphotEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hQsJPMsehTQ/s1600-h/depressed.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SE0QVphotEI/AAAAAAAAAKk/hQsJPMsehTQ/s200/depressed.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209838308047762498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-3163077995588353153?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3163077995588353153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=3163077995588353153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3163077995588353153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3163077995588353153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/alas.html' title='So long, sweet summer'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SE0N9eZI9mI/AAAAAAAAAKc/SCFA5uvva30/s72-c/is_00114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6305049772403870641</id><published>2008-06-07T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:37.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Put your music player on shuffle... you know the drill...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is your name? Or what should your name be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stranger - Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How is your life going?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sweetest Girl - Wycleaf Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is your nickname?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;walk away - paula deanda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;how to touch a girl - jojo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ur theme song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;when your gone - avril lavigne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How is your life going to turn out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;misery business - paramore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will you get married?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sos - jonas borthers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Will you have k&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ids?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only fooling myself - kate voegele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What will your job be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;where do i go - marie digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;'Did you/will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; you finish school?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;next to you - jordin sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who is or will be you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;r significant other?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way away - yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who do you like?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hips dont lie - shakira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How will you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only fooling myself - kate voegele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How do you feel right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i won't disagree - kate voegele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is your favorite song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bout it - Yung Joc feat. 3LW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How could you describe your parents?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;American boy - estelle ft kanye west&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your best friend[s]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you're only young once - amber pacific&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your teachers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Apologize - Onerepublic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Your significant other [or crush...]?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stickwitu - pcd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is your best feature?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;over it - katherine mcphee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What will you be / should yo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;u be, profession-wise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;get right - jlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How could you describe this survey?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait a minute - pcd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What makes you angry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;breakin dishes - rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What makes y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;ou sad?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwritten - natasha bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What makes you happy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;stupid for you - marie digby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What makes you dance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wait for you - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elliot yamin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;What is your favorite color?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leavin - jesse mcartney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How would you describe yourself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all that i got - fergie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who do you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without love - hairspray ost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who do you love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;take a bow - rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Who do you lust after?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chariot - gavi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;n degraw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Finish the Sentence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I wish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;before its too late - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goo goo dolls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;love song - sara bareilles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; to kill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;jesus take the wheel - carrie underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want to eat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dont stop the music - rihanna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;so small - carrie underwood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;elevator - flo rida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My best feature is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;footprints in the sand - leona lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My eyes are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;scotty doesnt kn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ow - lusta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My hair is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one step at a time - jordin sparks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My face is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;halo - haley james scott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;live free or let me die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- skillet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Random&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do it well - jlo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How do others see me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;it's only life - kate voegele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;How do I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; see myself?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;way away - yellowcard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;wowww.most of those had zero sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;lol. I ironed my hair yesterday for now reason. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I took pictures. I'll post them in the next post. I'm just bored right now.The rest are on my multiply. Contacts only though. :) of course&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I keep blogging almost everyday. :) lol. i can't believe i'm bein so consistent. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm already letting people see my blog. OL people first. Maybe i'll show it to my friends when i'm comfortable already. iono why. I keep thinking that they'll make fun of me or whatever. I feel bad thinking that way since the new me wouldn't give a rat's squiggly ass about what people think about me. Guess not. It takes a while for me to adapt to change. Buuuuut. I'm smiling more these days. good for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PBB finals tonight. woohoo. I like ejay. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; robi. But the other are cool too. but i'm bored with nikki. &amp;amp; i watched Beauty &amp;amp; the geek also. Chyeahh. it's hilarious at times. I liked hollie since she was soooo cute. But she got eliminated already.GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight. School in 3 days. Mkay. Time to start thinking of a first day outfit....Gosh. I'll be making my last post for the summer already on Monday. To be honest I just made this blog yesterday even though I have 15 + posts. lol. My first blog was heeyamanda(livejournal). got bored with that. Then the ohhamanduh(blogger). Erased that then I got onto LJ again, but I got bored. I made three blogs again on blogger, then I decided to stick to this one. Plus I got soooo tired from copying &amp;amp; pasting my previous entries to each blog. I'll prolly be be copying &amp;amp; pasting my entries from my old LJ here, just so I could have more posts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. About ob. lol! It's funny. i wanted to leave ob after a few weeks I enrolled there. Not &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang&lt;/span&gt; I miss it. I saw the bag. It looks kinda ok. Not that bad. But someone told me that the 4th years get a brown one. Color coordinated much? Mmhmm. Iono about new teachers. But Ms Dax was hella serious about a lot of people swtiching sections. lol. having been a victim of being put in another section, I could say that it was probably the best thing that happened to me in High School. At first I was soooo upset. I was in section B for two years &amp;amp; I sorta got used to it. Maybe the teachers saw me as unhappy or whatever. I didn't want to admit that. but whatever. At that time I don't think a lot of them wanted me to be my classmates. oooohkay. I got into fights with a ton of people still. But at the end of second year...I loved it. I made more new friends. I changed myself. &amp;amp; was more social with everything. This year...a lot of the students in ob are switching sections, just like I did. &amp;amp; they are making a big deal about it. All I could say is....it's not a big deal. You might end up enjoying it. I know I did. A lot of other people did too. Me, Kai &amp;amp; some other people are loving our new sections now more than we did before. Of course, there are a few others who hated them. Ended up not doing well at all. In the end they got put back into their old sections. lol. Every person's story is different. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My new class helped me learn tagalog faster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt; I could say that, I changed for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MMkay. Changed the layout btw. I like how it looks sooo clean. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoL3xVpHkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f2SAlUDpieM/s1600-h/okay.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoL3xVpHkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f2SAlUDpieM/s200/okay.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208988971772223042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peaceful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6305049772403870641?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6305049772403870641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6305049772403870641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6305049772403870641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6305049772403870641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/put-your-music-player-on-shuffle.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoL3xVpHkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/f2SAlUDpieM/s72-c/okay.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-271750549598948169</id><published>2008-06-05T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:38.159-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEdYOws5owI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CorFE09ElOk/s1600-h/DSC02262-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEdYOws5owI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CorFE09ElOk/s320/DSC02262-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208228504691909378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my cheap nbooks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; Meh. Nothin much to do so I decided just to blog again. :) I relooked at the phones that are available on my dad's plan..&amp;amp;&amp;amp; I saw a phone that's better than the n77. Which is the Sony Erricson W910i. It's super cute...&amp;amp; you can change the song just by shaking the phone. best of all...its free! Weeeee. The only prob is that it's hard to unlock a sony erricson phone. It's easier pag nokia daw. Argh!! I want that so bad. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; iwant a really good phone so that i won't like get tired of it easily and so that it won't go out of style already. Hai. It's either the w91oi or the n82.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alex is out of pbb. lol. I got surprised since I thought nikki would be the one out. But I guess only the people in the house liked him but he wasn't that popular with the filipinos. he's kinda boring to be honest. But he's really sweet. :) I can't believe I actually watched pbb this summer. I usually think that the show is kinda stupid. To be honest I kinda got bored with it a bit...But the finals are always the best part. I also watch snippets of mygirl. Kim Chiu is just so adorable. :) I love her. She &amp;amp; Gerald are comin to SM clark on June 14 i think. Mom knows the manager of the mall so she said I'll be able to meet them personally. Weeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw. I got into a fight with my maid this morning. yes my maid. urgh. i'm so pissed off &amp;amp;&amp;amp; annoyed with her. She's always bossing me &amp;amp; my bro around. She gets mad about the smallest things. This morning I asked her to toast me a bagel tapos she asked me somethin in kapampangan. I didn't even know what she said and then she got mad at me! WTF. Thank god she's leaving soon. She can't boss me around. She's not my mother! I know I sound so selfish. But whatever. GRRRRR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEjG3aqK0kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fBSjSyH-Xxs/s1600-h/bitchy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEjG3aqK0kI/AAAAAAAAAH4/fBSjSyH-Xxs/s200/bitchy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208631624405275202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitchy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;7:50 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-271750549598948169?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/271750549598948169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=271750549598948169' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/271750549598948169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/271750549598948169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-cheap-nbooks-meh.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEdYOws5owI/AAAAAAAAAG8/CorFE09ElOk/s72-c/DSC02262-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-63142453758233997</id><published>2008-06-03T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:38.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm already part of a club. or an org. or whatever you call it. I'm not exactly part of it yet though. but my mom said she'll sign me up. It's called the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;International Student Association. &lt;/span&gt;lol. As the name states its composed of students from different countries. or have lived in other countries before. haha. i'm not american. but i was a citizen so my mom said i could join. She's the one in charge of the whole thing anyway. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I'm goin to get a job(!!) Yeahp. I'm goin to be earning P200 an hour by just talking in english to a bunch of korean/thai/chinese students. If I work for three hours plus my P100 allowance from my parents(lol. I'm poor). I'll be getting P700 a day. Weeeeeeee! The prob is that you have to have a lot of patience. Something I don't have at all! lol. Oh well. I need moolah anyway. P100 is soooo NOT enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gettin an n77. aiight. its not the latest brand. it's not that cute. But it has nice features. My dad's only gettin it for P2100 from smart. then we will have it open lined. I wanted the n82 so badly though. But I guess the new one will have to do. It's about time! I have been wanting a new phone sine junior year. SHEESH! I have been using a shitty 5210 or whatever. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; people have been making fun of me ever since. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on the phone with the same person for everyday for 3-4 hours. We never run out of things to talk about. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I love it. Mmmhmm. I bought my notebooks yesterday. In really cute designs considering that their really cheap. lol. I'll upload a shot of it later. Can't wait to get my new phone. I got gg mood themes btw. :) I'm lovin them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6 days till school. homg.&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEjGePYP-RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yku2umKkU78/s1600-h/lazy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEjGePYP-RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yku2umKkU78/s200/lazy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208631191880595730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;                                                              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-63142453758233997?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/63142453758233997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=63142453758233997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/63142453758233997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/63142453758233997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-already-part-of-club.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEjGePYP-RI/AAAAAAAAAHw/Yku2umKkU78/s72-c/lazy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8290497824880976819</id><published>2008-06-01T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:25:09.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday was probably the best day of my life. haha. well. not really. that's kinda exaggerated. But anyway..I went to manila again, for the second time this week. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I saw "them for the 2nd time this week. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom had this conference in CEU, which would take all day. My mom asked me if I could go. &amp;amp; of course in order to go I had to drag my brother in. HAHA. soo yeah. I got sooo excited cuz her conference would take practically the whole day. So I went. I got so excited that I was going to see my him for the second time this week. :) I slept at 11(wayyyy too early to be honest). I woke up at 5! cuz my mom was comin back from subic at that time. When she came home she was kinda pissed off though. She was in her jammies for god sake! it was kinda funny. So I changed, twice actually. i wasn't allowed to wear my new tops. So I just wore my new darkwash jeans,. We took that familiar rode to manila, NLEX &amp;amp; other shit. I saw ceu&amp;amp;san beda for the first time(haha. chyeahh. I never really go out so I don't know a lot of the schools). I saw a street with my last name on it! NEPOMUCENO ST. lol. I wanted to get a shot of it. But the stupid cars were blocking it. So we dropped my mom off at CEU.Then we went to gh, cuz that's where he lived. We were almost there until my mom called to say that the conference was canceled. It was so funny since I kept saying, fuck fuck fuck. in my mind. arghhhhh. I thought I was doomed. so sadly, we had to drive all the way back to ceu which added one hour to how much time i traveled with my bro. I felt soooooooo sick cuz we had to keep stopping cuz of the traffic. Omg. btw there was this bridge near mendiola...people are actually living under there. Awww. You know, I might get into children's charities. :) haha. iono. it sounds really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah.. we picked up my mom. thankfully she decided to go back to gh so we could eat lunch. And she could shop. We ate pho hoa again since we were really lazy to find somewhere else. I was sooo relieved though cuz even if my plan didn't work out... I was still able to see him, for about two hours though. I loved seeing him. but saying goodbye was the hardest part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after walking around..i wanted to get Haagen Dazs ice cream. But the it was hella expensive! P150 for a regular cone. So we ended up just getting dippin dots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it started to rain so hard in angeles! The rain cleared up though after an hour. Then we went to the 5:30 mass since we wanted to stay at home the next day. In church, the power was on &amp;amp; off! it was so crazy. So yeah. after that we went home and the power went off again! urghhhh. thankfully I took a hot shower before the power went off. We ate dinner by the candle light. After an hour, the power was back on. Then it turned off again. It was soooo hot. And I was just in my room. So one of "them" called me on my sun cell &amp;amp; we talked for 3+ hours. :) we talked about the most random things. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my blunders during senior year that "she" remembered. haha. i didn't really want to talk about it that much. but "she" mentioned it just to torture me I guess. I slept at around 4. I woke up at 8. yeah yeah. four hours of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw. i hate my hair so much! I ironed it for a long time and it's still messy in the end. ACK! I want straight hair so much that it kills me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;COUNTDOWN: 9 days till school! Nooo.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8290497824880976819?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8290497824880976819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8290497824880976819' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8290497824880976819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8290497824880976819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/yesterday-was-probably-best-day-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8768708089920049938</id><published>2008-05-29T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:38.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aiight. The day started really bad yesterday. We woke up so early(6:30AM!) Drove to lasalle &amp;amp; dropped my mom off for her PHD enrollement. The original plan at first was to stay&amp;amp; wait for my mom. I could have seen trish, kimC, ice, mio, bebs and csb people. But I wanted to see my other friends more more. I know that sounds kinda mean. but I haven't seen him in awhile. And I just saw my friends last saturday. I suggested going to MOA while waiting. She said ok. So me, the driver &amp;amp; kuya lefy. But then I decided last minute to go to GH since they lived there. &amp;amp; if he went to moa we might not have time. So we went there. But it took forever! As in 1 hour. Damn. From taft to like ortigas to pasig or whatever. lol. I don't know manila that well. We finally got there &amp;amp; I saw him. Weeeee. i was sooo happy I got to see them after more than a month but after a few minutes my mom called us &amp;amp; said that it was time for her to be picked up. I started to panic so much! &amp;amp; I was sad cuz I had to leave them already. I left. And then we had to lie to my mom saying there was so much traffic. Turns out there was a ton of traffic. So we were basically screwed. We stopped by the mcdo(HAHA. I'm saying mcdo now. Filipino style yo) Then looked for her. the place was sooooo jampacked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of students. &amp;amp; the traffic along taft was terrible. I remember when i wanted to go to lasalle so bad. Well. now iono. if i was goin to college in manila I'd want ateneo or ust. :) Anyway. So when we picked up my mom she was soooooooooo furious. she started to yell at me &amp;amp; my bro. my kuya got upset. But I just played it cool. I tried changing the subject a lot on our way to trinoma. But she was still kinda mad. I felt kinda bad actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we went to Trinoma, we ate at our usual favorite vietnamese restaurant, pho hoa. lol. I love the soup &amp;amp; spring rolls. its kinda like sushi only it's with peanut sauce. After that we went to landmark. I bough so much stuff! It made me happy. :) there were sooo many nice things in landmark. They were kinda cheap too actually to be quite honest. We first bought my bros socks since those were like the only things he needed. lol. Then we went to the shoe section to look for school shoes. my mom didn't want me to get flats though. For the first time ever though she let me get shoes with heels. Not really sky high though. haha. i saw these killer heels on display, and the heel was like 4, 5 inches? iono. While waiting for the pair of shoes we asked the saleslady to get for me. This hella tall girl caught my attention &amp;amp; then I noticed that it was Priscilla from PBB. Whoa. haha. I got excited. Iono why though since I wasn't a huge fan of her on the show. Oh well. Everyone was sooo excited. And then I wanted a pic with her sooooo bad. So I called my bro and then he came back here with his camera phone. At first I was shy. but I just went up and said hi to her, asking for a picture. She smiled and let me sit down with her while she was trying on shoes so that I could get a pic. hehe. After that I said thank you and she hugged me. Her mom said hi to me also. she was kinda mean on the show though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEYX45UD2NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OnAuvEsSQNk/s1600-h/DSC02227-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEYX45UD2NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OnAuvEsSQNk/s320/DSC02227-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876285325629650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I spotted Rona again . I said hi and asked again if I could take a pic with her. She said yes. yey. Double score. Her mom said hi to me also then I left. After a few minutes my kuya told me that there was a line of people wanting to take pics with her. HAHA. Copycats. Oh well. It's a good thing I wasn't shy or I would have wasted some precious shopping time.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEYYKEST-0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P67UBc0mr0/s1600-h/DSC02229-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEYYKEST-0I/AAAAAAAAAGM/2P67UBc0mr0/s320/DSC02229-1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207876580328864578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I bought two pairs of skinny jeans. A pair of gray ones &amp;amp; dark wash denim. Then we looked around for tops. I found this really pretty gray one. This purple top which will go great with my gray jeans. Finally we went to the bra section where I had to get some bras. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few minutes, they texted saying that he was in trinoma. YEY! I got so excited that I kept pestering my mom to let me go outside. She told me to wait for my kuya. she's kinda overprotective of me for some reason I don't know. When my kuya came and picked me up, I rushed to the mango where I was meeting "them". I only had 30 minutes to spend with "them" though. :( WAHHHHHH. We talked a bit. Walked around. I got "their" bracelt. Which I know I shouldn't have. But it looked kinda nice. And I thought he had two of the same one. Turns out the other thing he was wearing was a watch. woopsie. I felt bad though. After a few minutes, I had to go. :( I wish I had more time with him. But maybe today just wasn't the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove back to angeles, and I talked to one of "them" on the phone using sun cell. I just figured out the stupid signal problem in my house. Before I always had to go outside just to talk with him on the phone. Today I could stay inside nalang. Good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dad left for palawan this morning. Mom's leaving for subic tomarrow. Mmkay. I'm sorta happy right now to be honest. lol. As my title says...Yesterday was gooood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8768708089920049938?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8768708089920049938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8768708089920049938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8768708089920049938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8768708089920049938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/aiight.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEYX45UD2NI/AAAAAAAAAGE/OnAuvEsSQNk/s72-c/DSC02227-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6657686749387215831</id><published>2008-05-26T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:24:18.381-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;Jen's birthday party/going away party. :( &amp;amp;&amp;amp; last 4A party for the summer. Oooooh maaaaan. She's leavin for Scotland. I'll miss her. :( I had fun though. I missed all of my classmates. I went to trish's house first. People say I have changed. Yeah. i have. I have become quieter. Somewhat sulky. Darn. I promised myself on May 13, that I would always smile &amp;amp; try to be happy. But iono whats wrong with me. I didn't talk to them much. My friends anyway when I was at trish's house. They were busy with jen's gift. I forgot my gift. Gassssh. What the hell is wrong with me? i was supposed to give her a bracelet. I brought the box. But when I looked inside the bracelet wasn't there. When I got there, I didn't eat alot. My classmates said I got taller, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; it's kinda getting to my head. HAHAHA. Well. I have never been a bit tall in my whole life. So yeah. I wore mio's F&amp;amp;H jacket. Aww. I wanted to keep it so bad. but he wouldn't let me. &amp;amp; Aira came. Finally! Sheesh. haven't seen her in awhile. I took pics using Janette's cam. but she didn't send them to me yet! URGH. Jen's family friends came also. Tim,cho&amp;amp;Aj's band played. I was almost deaf after. haha. Then some other person's band played. &amp;amp; there was like a disco or somethin. No. I didn't dance. No I didn't drink. A lot anyway. hahaha. seriously tho. Mom didn't take me inside. cuz she didn't take me. hahaha. I get sorta scared when there's a party sometimes. Cuz mom makes a big deal abt it &amp;amp; stuff. And it's kinda embarrasing if you ask me. I'm happy she didn't take me though talaga. hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. Got my hair cut. :) my hair was super super straight. i loved it. I am so jalous of people with naturally straight hair. Gah. My bangs are kinda nice too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY&lt;br /&gt;Church. Dimsum at fortune in sm. noodle soup&amp;amp;dumplings. yum. saw mabel&amp;amp;her bf. Watched indiana jones. It was ok....i got kinda bored during some parts. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my stupid phone fell out of my bag! Gosh! My parents got so mad at me. Grrrr. I'm so happy I found all of the parts though. my phone sucks so much. it breaks immedietly when it drops. into pieces. battery,keypad,sunsim,back&amp;amp; front covers. urgh. I want a new phone so badly! I have been begging my dad for months to get me one. he said when he get's back from palawan. yeah? well he better mean it! I want a nice one in a cute girly color. With a nice cam. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; mp3. Nseries or sony ericson. Me&amp;amp;bro got into a fight. he made a freakin scene in sm! I was so embarased! Well. We made up immedietley. We hate fighting with each other. Good. I bought elianto nailpolish in smoky purple. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh. I love my nails right now. i wanna buy more! In a candy color. I Heart candy colors for some reason these days. Btw. my sunglasses are missing. waaaaaaa. I just bought them too! Before we left we went to french baker and ate merienda. I ate a mango crepe with ice cream. weeeee. sweet tooth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a cold again. I feel so gross. Think i'm sick again. darnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;goin to manila on wednesday. I hope mine gets a meeting along with her enrollment. So while she's there..i can see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a bird in our house btw. locked in the tv room! I'm so scared to go in there. I'm scared of birds after I saw that movie by alfred hitchcock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6657686749387215831?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6657686749387215831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6657686749387215831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6657686749387215831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6657686749387215831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/saturday-jens-birthday-partygoing-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-2113073869663556691</id><published>2008-05-22T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:23:23.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Freshman orientation = One huge yawnfest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ack. I wanna change my profile again.:) HAHA. I'm so bored of this stinkin layout already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gettin a haircut tomarrow. Hopefully they could fix my bangs. I miss my straight hair &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I want straight side bang sooo badly. Why can't I get my freakshow of hair rebonded. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David archuleta LOST. David Cook was ahead by 12 million votes. Oh man. I'm so disappointed....Oh well. I still love him anyway. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yes. Katherine Mcphee, Chris Daughtry &amp;amp; Kelli Pickler proved that you don't have to win AI to be successfull. I don't think i'll watch next season anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-2113073869663556691?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2113073869663556691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=2113073869663556691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/2113073869663556691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/2113073869663556691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/freshman-orientation-one-huge-yawnfest.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-2752388649326998588</id><published>2008-05-17T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:22:58.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>home. Why? HOT WATER! Finally. WOOOOOOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1: Traveled. Had to sit in the front with bro &amp;amp; dad. My butt kept sticking to the seat. :( haha. aiight. wayyyyy too much info. Ate at this place with the bahay kubos on some lake or somethin. tuna belly sinigang, baby back ribs, snails(ewww. did not eat that! ), lol. &amp;amp; I forgot the others. Sat in the back with bro from laguna to quezon(take note: I made a mistake. i went to lucban, quezon instead of laguna. its wayyyyy farther. Soundtrip &amp;amp; other stuff. Reached there at about 5 ish. Went to one of my many lola's estates.Which is huuuuuuge! It has a lake, millions of greenhouses &amp;amp; everything. I had to share a room with the rents &amp;amp; bro. :| Hmph. ohwell. I got the hugest bed. four poster &amp;amp; everything. yesssss. Snooze you lose rents &amp;amp; bro. The only prob was thats where everyone had to hang their towels. On the posters of my bed. ackkkk. Then after washing up we went to my lola's other house in town. It's really huge actually. Four floors with a balcony &amp;amp; penthouse. :) cha-ching. She loves throwing parties.my real lola &amp;amp; lolo(mom &amp;amp; dad's parents.) are either dead or too sick to function. :( sad much..ate lechon. FAAAAAT. I noticed there were tons of flowers in her house &amp;amp; also in the estate house. Turns out her business is selling flowers. i guess that explains the greenhouses. finished eating. went back to the estate. Took a short, ice cold bath. waaaaaaaaaaaa. Fell asleep afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2: Woke up at 6:30. grrrr. washed up &amp;amp; went to the dining hall. Which is really nice with masagge beds &amp;amp; stuff. Ate lucban longganisa. &amp;amp; other stuff i didn't know. yumm. i met paula. :) hehe. my relative I think .superrr cute. haha. she's like boo. she always wears pigtails. &amp;amp; you can't understand what sheys saying. I tried on her heart sunglasses, which fit me surprisingly. Then walked around the estate &amp;amp; then to the lake. Ok. 100 + steps to go down. scary. but I made it. the lake looked sooo nice &amp;amp; clean. complete with a raft &amp;amp; waterfall. Take note that this is in the estate. my lola owns it...then camwhoring. then walked up the stairs again. ouchie. there was the pahiyas festival, which means harvest or whateverr. the houses were decorated with fruits&amp;amp;veggies and stuff. too bad for them that it was raining. poor them. there was supposed to be a parade pa. guess it was canceled. we ate lunch, more lechon. ok. then walked a bit around the town. while it was raining. waaaaaa. i got so wet. poor bag. poor shoes. poor pants. bad mistake to wear pants in the rain. my mom bought me a huge sun hat. haha. iono when i'll even use it. we went back, my lola gave us shirts to change into. awww. she's really nice. then we ate dinner, LECHON AGAIN. ACKKKKK. TOO MUCH! I gained a couple of pounds i think. we then went home, another freezing shower. :( bed time. nyte nyte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 3:woke up. rain again. ok. sucks much. packed everything. camwhored around the estate. went to my lola's house. longanissa again. ok. no lechon. :) left. finally. then went to liliw, laguna. to buy shoes. It was so sunny &amp;amp; nice there! seriously. I enjoyed it. I even wore my shades. haha. but it rained once. i sweat that the rain followed me &amp;amp; my family eveyrwhere we went. I bought 4, yes 4 pairs of new shoes. HOMG. my day was finally complete. :) I bought bronze sandels, a pair of slingbacks/wedges, 2 flats. one of the was featured in the inquirer. haha. lalang. then we drove to some barong place. iono. my mom bought wayyyy too much stuff. more than 10 plants from my lola's estate, a pair of shoes &amp;amp; barong fabric. after waiting in the car with my bro for at least an hour, we finally left. ate somewhere. then i had to sit in the front with my dad &amp;amp; bro. again. ack. no leg room &amp;amp; my bag got wet. worst of all, my bath &amp;amp; body works cucumber hand lotion spilled. in my bag. i hate it when that happens. :( at least my big lotion &amp;amp; perfume didn't though. phew. i fell asleep for like 15 minutes. There was tons of traffic on the slex &amp;amp; manila. of course. along edsa, in madaluyong, pasig &amp;amp; other places. i thought I saw goldie &amp;amp; jai in the tamaraw &amp;amp; bus. haha. I was almost screaming. which got made my parents mad. haha. ohwell. screw you. the trip home took forever. I was so happy we got home. I took the longest hot shower in my life. phew. thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at 12 this morning to find it raining. wahhhhh. not again. damnit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah. my mom said I don't have to wear my uniform in au for two weeks. yessss! at least I can be free for two weeks. currently uploading pictures. it is taking forever. my god. You know me, always the impatient one. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-2752388649326998588?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/2752388649326998588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=2752388649326998588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/2752388649326998588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/2752388649326998588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/home.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-7558539620741537032</id><published>2008-05-13T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:22:33.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been all by myself most of the times this summer. haha. i guess i deserve it? Iono. Being alone means making me think &amp;amp;&amp;amp; remember everything that has happened to me in the past. Bad memories that I regret. :( Like? Well. Acting stupid. in front of people for a reason I cannot explain. It's kinda sad really, cuz after that, they laughed at me. Maybe cuz i saw someone that I liked dati. And I tend to not act like myself whenever I see someone I like. I haven't been acting like myself to be honest ever since i came to the philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the states...I was happy. Sure, I didn't have a lot of material things since we were kinda poor. But I had great neighbors. Nice friends. Lots of activites(ballet, gymnastics, church choir, school choir, swim team, school musical. ) Yeah. People here cannot believe me since they probably think i'm stupid. Well. I guess that's the way i was when I was younger. I grew out of it. It was elementary school that time anyway. No drama. No impressing people just to make them like you. When I moved here.. I was a total crybaby. haha. seriously. in 6th grade- 1st year. Iono. it was so hard here at first. People tease me a lot here. They can judge(i'm not saying everyone. just a couple of people)you immedietly. I got scared to shop here since i'm small &amp;amp; the shop people look at me as if i'm a lunatic. And they get so annoyed easily just because it takes me a long time to get something. They aren't nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People started to dislike me when i got here. Iono why. I was just myself. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; if they hate that...then they shouldn't be talking about me behind my back. they shouldn't lie and be plastic. I developed a low self esteem when i got here because a lot of people were putting me down...telling me that I can't do anything. Insulting me. I was never confident about anything. I never believed in myself &amp;amp; I never did a lot of things cuz I thought people would make fun of me(which they did.) I have made enemies yes. But thats good. Cuz that means i've stood up for something in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I know though. I care too much about what people think of me, that I tend to not act like myself. I have so many insecurites. I tend to get upset cuz of small things. I'm overdramatic. I have a sharp tongue with my parents and those who upset me. I started to lie a lot. I complain a lot about things. i have tons of negative energy in my system. I don't smile. I always pout, or frown. I never look on the bright side of things. I want to be a changed person. I want to be happy, honest, a good daughter, a good friend. That's why I'm going to be a different person in college. Not just in college though. Starting now. As of May 13, 2008, 7:54 PM. I am a changed person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But no matter what i say. 4A will always be my family. I have real friends there. Sure, we have had a ton of arguments. But thats tough love. :) I cannot imagine college without them. I am not used to having them not be with me. I love you &amp;amp; miss you guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight! HAHA. This is gettin so sad &amp;amp; kinda depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soooo. For mother's day..i got my mom a card. I am so totally broke. Poor Amanda. :( Ohwell. She liked it anyway. I know how i'm always complaining about my mom. but i still love her. :) We went to church. blahblahblah. Then sm. We ate lunch at dencios. There was this really annoying kid there who kept crying &amp;amp; was superrrrr loud. I kept looking at the parents, who like the child was also loud. haha. it was funny. but i kept my cool. my parents&amp;amp;my bro complained. they said we will never eat in dencios. ohwell. no biggie. we don't eat a lot there anyways. We did eat yummy food though. crispy pata. hehe. calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home &amp;amp; rested a bit. then we drove all the way to san fernando, to eat at Herbs&amp;amp;greens. The place where we ate on grad night. but it was closed. :( hmph. We decided to try cioccolo. we went there &amp;amp; we saw erle. haha. but i couldn't talk since she was busy with her photoshoot or somethin. the food took foreva. it was really good though. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; there was a fireworks display from the wedding in the palazzo. &amp;amp; there was a really cute dog outside, who looked like a snuffie. only whiter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought shades today in nepo since i couldn't go to sm. well. i didn't want to buy the fake ass ones. so i just bought real ones, but it was a filipino brand. it took me forever to pick out a pair. i kept trying them on. the salespeople were annoyed. yeah? well screw you. it takes me a while to find a good pair. i really should complain about the unfriendly salespeople who keep shooting looks at you just because i wanted to look at stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leavin for quezon tomarrow. 3 days.ack. long car ride. stuck in the front with my bro. no leg room for me. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-7558539620741537032?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7558539620741537032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=7558539620741537032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7558539620741537032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7558539620741537032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-all-by-myself-most-of-times.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-252975240989448727</id><published>2008-05-10T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:22:02.305-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The rents left me at home again. Went to some party I guess. As it gets dark...I'm starting to get more afraid. The music from itunes is kinda calming me down. I'm sorta afriad to look out the window. haha. I'm scared of too many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sooo. i was out practically the whole entire day yesterday. I went to AU for my medical test. Chest xray. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; blood tests. I thought it would hurt to be honest. I'm scared of blood tests and stuff. blood makes me wanna puke. Bleh. It kinda hurt. But not that much. I remember in 5th grade i cried when I had to get a shot. haha. It rained so hard yesterday also. The power was out for &lt;b&gt;4fuckinhours&lt;/b&gt;. I was doin nothin but chatting with my bro. Got into another argument with my mom. I didn't really talk that much to be honest. Everyone was talking about college &amp;amp; stuff. hahaha. chyeahhh. I left kinda early too. my curfew is 11. ack. that's so early. It should be 12. :) cinderella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh. One of my ninangs asked what I wanted as my grad gift. Hmmmm. :) I wanted clothes. but iono my size. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I should pick out stuff myself. I asked for a 2GB ipod nano that only holds 500 songs. Cuz i don't want to ask for anything toooooo expensive since my uncle just got an operation. my mom got mad at me again. omg. wth is your prob? Gettin mad at me every single day? sure. whatevs. the act is really getting old. She gets mad at me for goin out a lot when my parents go to a party every single week and my mom goes out dancing with her friends. urgh. my mom's like 50+. haha. forever young. just like me. Anywayzz. I asked for it anyway. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; if she can't get that I asked her for &lt;b&gt;Twighlight &amp;amp;&amp;amp; New Moon&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;by Stephanie Meyer. &lt;/b&gt;Everyone says it's really good. &amp;amp; decided to continue reading. I finished the Gossip girl prequel weeks ago and i'm rereading it again until I get another new book. I used to be such a bookworm in the states. Maybe cuz they had good libraries. :) :) Today? Iono. I've changed. I used to be so active before. Ballet, gymnastics, swim team, church&amp;amp;school choir. HAHA. I know right? Well. It sucks cuz ever since I moved here....I started to care so much about what other people thought about me that I quit my old ways. Iono. Maybe cuz that's what high school is about. Peer pressure, stress, drama you name it. To be honest...some people are just so judgemental. I don't even like swimming anymore with my friends cuz I think they will make fun of me or whatever. I got even more insecure. But i'm tryin to work on that &amp;amp;&amp;amp; just be happy. That's what I have wanted for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OMFG&lt;/b&gt;. Gossip girl's new episode kicks ass. I wanna bitchslap georgina&amp;amp;jenny though. I'm rewatching the first part. I didn't watch the last part yet though. :) I already know what's goin to happy though(screw those spoilers &amp;amp; my oh so curious mind).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-252975240989448727?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/252975240989448727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=252975240989448727' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/252975240989448727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/252975240989448727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/rents-left-me-at-home-again.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-7363314650628366474</id><published>2008-05-08T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:21:36.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has finally sunk in.</title><content type='html'>That i'm in college. I mean. Even after I graduated it never really sunk in that I'm finished with ob. Omg. In ob, they have like uniformed bags. Ew. It sucks cuz the students don't have a lot of ways to express their personal style anymore. New pe uniform also. Classes from 7:30-4. Ouch. Well. It can't be worse than our schedule last year when we had only classes on tuesday, thursday, saturday. 7:00 am - 6:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiight. Enough about OB. So here's my sched. I honestly don't know how education major in english will help me become a family lawyer. But my mom said it will. I guess i'll see later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CFE1 MWF 9-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ENG01a: TTH english:7-8:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIL01a: MWF 8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIS01a: TTH10-11:30&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ICT11ob:mw:1-2 mwf(lab):8:30-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MAT01: tth 8:30-10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;msc02: mwf 7:00- 8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSO: M 4-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PSY01: mwf 10-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chyeahh. Ok i guess. I'm goin to be alone though...like i won't be with any ob people. :( Sucks much. Aiight. So basically, I was running up and down with my mom through the school. took id pictures &amp;amp; all that shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i changed my layout again btw. haha. I like simple lj style ones. you know those? meh. this post is kinda sucky. iono what to say to be honest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-7363314650628366474?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7363314650628366474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=7363314650628366474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7363314650628366474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7363314650628366474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/it-has-finally-sunk-in.html' title='It has finally sunk in.'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-6624191834721404471</id><published>2008-04-28T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:39.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>heck yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN A FREAKIN BLISS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Details later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobC243F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jpji0AWl-po/s1600-h/giddy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobC243F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jpji0AWl-po/s200/giddy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209005654915094370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Giddy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-6624191834721404471?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/6624191834721404471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=6624191834721404471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6624191834721404471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/6624191834721404471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/06/heck-yes.html' title='heck yes!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobC243F2I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/jpji0AWl-po/s72-c/giddy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-65956777176234904</id><published>2008-04-27T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:20:09.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo</title><content type='html'>This summer, I noticed i'm not getting as much sleep as I usually do. I wake up between 7- 8:30. I mean. I want to wake up late so that I could enjoy the privilege of being able to wake up late during the summer. When I get back to school, I won't be able to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what happened between april 29(my last post) and today? I'm getting fatter. My parents &amp;amp; I consider that a good thing. I'm not exactly getting fat to be honest. I'm just gaining a few pounds. I noticed that i'm eating a lot, taking my dinosaur shaped vitamins( don't ask! HAHA. my mom's making me take them. She bought them from cosco or something. ) Aw. I miss Costco btw. You could get tons of things. Weee. I miss the apple filled sausage. I miss a lot of things. I signed up for facebook a few days ago last week. it's super fun! trust me. I got in touch with a lot of my old friends in the states. HAHA. i don't think a lot of them miss me though to be honest...I don't really care that much to be honest. They all changed. They look so mature and they are totally changed. That's what 5 years did to them. Oh well. The only thing permanent in life is change anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I noticed was that i'm getting taller! Hell Yeah. I remember my friends in OB told me that by the end of senior year, I won't be able to reach 5 flat. They were right to be honest. HAHA. I still love that im being tall. All I need is to be positive about college, a new phone(which I will be getting soon! Weeeee. Still deciding on the model though. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; my dad. Gosh. I'm getting so impatient. But i better stay on my dad's good side. So that he will get me one. :) &amp;amp;&amp;amp; to be honest...i'm being a really good daughter to my parents these days. Sooo...&lt;b&gt;unlike&lt;/b&gt; me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also..i think my sugar level is getting high. Oh no. Craaaap. I eat a lot of sugar these days. I bought skittles yesterday, along with dried mangoes. and don't even mention that half galleon box of strawberry ice cream in the freezer, Plus the krispy kreme box of 6 donuts my dad got. Okok. i really gotta watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was in Mcdonalds. Tapos, I was in line. After like..a couple of minutes this woman walked in and was next to me in front of a counter that had the sign on it, which read "&lt;b&gt;next counter please"&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;amp; then. When the person in front of me was done...the cashier asked me what my order was. Then I started to say it, but then that woman next to me, cut me off telling the cashier her order. Then, the cashier asked, &lt;b&gt;sinong na una?&lt;/b&gt; or somethin. then I said, ako. But then that woman said, ako too. &lt;b&gt;LiAR! &lt;/b&gt;she is a grown woman, and she has to lie just cuz shes hungry? some filipinos are just so rude. It sucked even more, cuz she got her order first. i had to wait three minutes. i'm never goin to go there again. i think. haha. Iono.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh chyeah. I changed my layout again! Weeee. I love the pink highlights btw. You can only see them if your usin firefox though...so switch already! HAHA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-65956777176234904?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/65956777176234904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=65956777176234904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/65956777176234904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/65956777176234904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-summer-i-noticed-im-not-getting-as.html' title='Yo'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-264873283813291657</id><published>2008-04-20T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:39.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11:19 PM</title><content type='html'>Lame. I use times now as my entry names. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  My summer is a slump. Yes. Slump. All I do is internet, tv. all day. yes. Couch potato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gah. wtf. too lazy to express myself. I'll probably update when I have more interesting things to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobzd-J_pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Bgxn9jzxfGk/s1600-h/blah.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobzd-J_pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Bgxn9jzxfGk/s200/blah.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209006490040008338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-264873283813291657?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/264873283813291657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=264873283813291657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/264873283813291657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/264873283813291657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/1119-pm.html' title='11:19 PM'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobzd-J_pI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Bgxn9jzxfGk/s72-c/blah.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8252866238117012078</id><published>2008-04-15T18:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:39.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psycho test</title><content type='html'>I had my psychological test in au. It was easy. But I was super lazy to answer. &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I was in a room filled with complete strangers! Acccck. I miss first days in O.B where when you come in, you immedietly go to this board to check if you switched sections or not. &amp;amp; then you start acting crazy and hugging people out of nowhere. Thenn Dale carnegie. Aww. memories. And it's like you know everyone there so you don't feel so shy at all. But it's a different story when I start on June 2, Yeahp. june 2. Sucks. Ohwell. I'm sooo shy though to be honest. Like I'm super quiet if I don't know anyone. like today, I didn't talk once. And if I was in ob, i'd be running my mouth all over the place. Craap. So not like forward to college.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobd5btGAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MGUedXt3-G0/s1600-h/cranky.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobd5btGAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MGUedXt3-G0/s200/cranky.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209006119454578690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranky&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;7:42 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8252866238117012078?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8252866238117012078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8252866238117012078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8252866238117012078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8252866238117012078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/psycho-test.html' title='Psycho test'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEobd5btGAI/AAAAAAAAAKA/MGUedXt3-G0/s72-c/cranky.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-3454828098927209510</id><published>2008-04-11T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:39.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urban Dictionary Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Go to urbandictionary. com, and type in your answer to each question in the search box. Only use the first page.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;1. Your name?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;amanda&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;A women named Amanda is typically very beautiful with an incredible body and nice eyes. They are known to be very loveable. Amandas are envied by other women.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[Comment: Haha whatever.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Nickname ?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;manda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;what little kids call you when they can't pronounce amanda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;[comment: Awwww.]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. What should you be doing?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Actually means "something," but is used when you don't feel like explaining.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;[Comment: umm ok!]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;6. Favorite Food?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;pasta&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;  One of the most good, healthy, handy, inexpansive food ever.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;7. Home State?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Gaithersburg, Maryland&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;a suburb of washington, dc. located inbetween rockville, darnestown, olney and germantown, right in the middle of montgomery county, the 3rd most affluent county in the US. voted 17th best place to live in the entire united states by money magazine and cnn online in 2005. notorious for being "ghetto" and de-SPIC-able, it's actually very weathly. the median household income is over $80,000 (more than twice the national average and more than both germantown and olney). less urban than rockville, older than germantown and less rich than bethesda, it's not that bad if you don't live in/near montgomery village or directly off of 355(where you will either be pulled over, arrested, and/or shot). BTW ZIP CODE 20878 + 20850 YOU LIVE IN GAITHERSBURG NOT NORTH POTOMAC. four high schools in the city: gaithersburg, watkins mill, marguder and quince orchard. gaithersburg is ghetto and basically an immigration officer's wet dream, some very wealthy people that live about an hour away in laytonsville also attend (retarded boundry lines), watkins mill is full of semi-wealthy yet trashy white people (especially around neelsville) and really ghetto black people, quince orchard's full of rich white and even richer minorities who SWEAR they live in north potomac and darnestown, when really they live in gaithersburg and rockville. finally magruder is full of gays in plays, and really hardcore druggies and crack whores (thankfully most of them live in rockville too) but is actually the most normal of all nearby schools in terms of academics and athletics.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;"bethesda guy: where do you live?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;gburg dude: gaithersburg&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;bethesda guy: fuck dude, sorry.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;gburg dude: it's ok, at least i don't live in germantown or....cringe... frederick.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;[Comment: HAHA! Hilarious]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;8. Finish the line: "the best thing[s] in life is/are __?"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;music&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;Indefinable by words alone. It is not only something you hear but what you feel. It is something your soul can reach out and touch. It originates from all over the world since time began. Complex or simple, fast or slow, loud or soft. It is what you feel, or it could be your method of escape or it could just keep you alive..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;[Comment: FOR SURE. ]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;9. One word to describe yourself?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;bubbly&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt; a really happy,perky,kind of annoying person at times.Its one of those people who wake you up in the morning really perky and you just wanna smack them in the face&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;10. Your best friend:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kimd&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic;" align="center"&gt;  Someone who detracts from the enjoyment of another's night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;trish&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A Trish is a name you call a funloving, albeit immature person. To call someone a Trish, said person should be independent and somewhat selfish, laidback but sometimes offending. Trishes really define the whole 'foot in mouth' phrase. They mean well, but don't always give the best impression.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jerika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Someone who is completely awesome and cute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  -A guardian spirit or guiding influence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-A kind and lovable person.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-One who manifests goodness, purity, and selflessness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Someone with such a pure soul, who brightens the earth, and people around them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;jai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;  adjective: Gorgeous, confident, cultured&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;noun: idealistic male.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoaiqkaoNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MWTob2-wdfo/s1600-h/cheerful.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoaiqkaoNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MWTob2-wdfo/s200/cheerful.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209005101852303570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Cheerful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-3454828098927209510?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3454828098927209510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=3454828098927209510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3454828098927209510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3454828098927209510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/urban-dictionary-survey.html' title='Urban Dictionary Survey'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoaiqkaoNI/AAAAAAAAAJw/MWTob2-wdfo/s72-c/cheerful.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-8154763152055764493</id><published>2008-04-10T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:39.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't freakin write!</title><content type='html'>SERIOUSLY! JEEZ. What is wrong with me? lol. I bought Js basketball today talaga. Annnnnd. it got messed up so much! He can read a few things...just not everything! Trish helped me with like a few things...I wish she was the one who wrote everything nalang. Waaaaa. Aiight. So I went to sm with Trish, Erika, Tim &amp;amp; Christian. And chyeahh. 4 people. Plus me. = 5. Which means 2 get partners. One doesnt. And that someone is me. Chyeah. I.  was a 5th wheel. HUHUHUHU/ Mygosh. I hated it talaga even if I had fun with my friends. It was freakin hot. So I wore this black top and shorts. lol. I was still sweatin my butt off. My stupid nokia phone keeps falling apart!!! Urghhh. I need a new phone so badly!!! PLEASHE gimme a new one mom&amp;amp;dad. Gah. Annd I went into trish's house and saw tomtom!(poodle. haha). My dog would probably be jealous of him. Cuz he has legs to jump. While my shih tzu has small cute legs for the rest of his life. Aw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a jeep to SM. And yes. Commuted. HAHA. it was hella funny though cuz the girls in that jeep talked about the weirdestt things. like a freezer. or a diaper. or whatever! they were in uniform pa. HUH? db summer ngayon? lol. Weirddd. oh well screw them. I seriously though I didn't have enough money to buy a bball, thanks to TIM who said it was cost at least p600. Weeeelllll. HEWASWRONG. OHYEAH. So I bought it and went to starbucks, the new one in sm clark. Uhmmm. I ordered a vanilla frap, for tim(lol. not my name. I just did it as a joke though). But then when I saw what it looked like, it wasn't the one I wanted. I wanted the one with like the chocolate on top. lol. chocoholic baby. So they let me change it! Aw. thankss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Started on his bball thing. Trish, erika, and other people signed it. lol Then we bought Ell's gift. I didn't get her anything! Waaaaa. ifeel so guilty and nahiya. But we went to fontana, and I saw all the nice 3rd year girls. Hehe. lovethem. We then went to the villa and ate food. my friends were so nahiya or whatever! HAHA. filipino girls do intrigue me sometimes. but then again, i'm one of them. so i intrigue myself. We went back to sm, went to F&amp;amp;H. ACCKKK. CLOTHES!!!! I wanted to buy something so bad, that i felt sad to walk away. my closet is hella boring! i fixed my closet btw the other day. my goshhh. I chucked out like tons and tons of stuff. Aiight. I need new stuff like now. I need happiness. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bought load. and then went home. I wanted to sneak the bball in the house so my mom won't see. But turns out she was home. &amp;amp; she got mad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoaLVJWMnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M4AvmQ5JyRQ/s1600-h/accomplished.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoaLVJWMnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M4AvmQ5JyRQ/s200/accomplished.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209004700964631154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accomplished&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div align="right"&gt;7:40 PM&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-8154763152055764493?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/8154763152055764493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=8154763152055764493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8154763152055764493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/8154763152055764493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-cant-freakin-write.html' title='I can&apos;t freakin write!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoaLVJWMnI/AAAAAAAAAJo/M4AvmQ5JyRQ/s72-c/accomplished.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-668628386680997712</id><published>2008-04-05T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:40.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heey heey. Switched my layout. Ackk. I know I wasn't supposed to. Buuuttt. I didn't like the font of the old one. Yes, Details details. So I got into a fight with Jere. Waaaa. I hate it when we fight talaga, and we've only been together for like 2 months.i feel bad for having such a big mouth and then telling his friend( I told his friend not to tell him about what i've been telling him. but like me, he has a big mouth) and my friends about it. Chyeahh. I'm like that. But still, i feel super bad for getting pissed just because he's not texting me, or he's too busy. but he could get so cold sometimes it frustrates me a bit. Haiiii. Ohwell. We are aiight now. i'm on a tight budget this summer cuz I only get P250. &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;Per week&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;. Ack. I still have to get a new top. Frankly cuz, I've worn a lot of my tops tons of times and I want a new one so bad. He's coming to AC on friday, ohemgee. can't wait. Anndddd I might be able to go to manila on saturday too, it depends if my parents are invited to my cousins engagement dinner or whatever it is. She's getting married. I think. Weeee. I wanna be in the wedding and wear a nice dress. Oh wait, not dress. GOWN. HEHE. I'm girly like that talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to my Lola's birthday. I actually ate with my hands. HAHA. so not like me. I ate like shrimp and stuff. That party thing was boring though. And my butt felt sweaty. Ew. too much info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hot oil yesterday, weeeee, my hair smells like a salon. I am so sick of my curly hair at the end talaga. my hair looks like a freakin freakshow. I want my straight hair backkkk! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Trish's party later. Woot. I missmyfriends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current Mood:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoZo60ofaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4ywfU8duFD4/s1600-h/content.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoZo60ofaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4ywfU8duFD4/s200/content.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209004109782875554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Content&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-668628386680997712?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/668628386680997712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=668628386680997712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/668628386680997712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/668628386680997712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/heey-heey.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoZo60ofaI/AAAAAAAAAJg/4ywfU8duFD4/s72-c/content.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-3087481736833185176</id><published>2008-04-03T18:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:30:19.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Every girl needs a man. You know, the kind that'll treat you right. The kind that has enough respect for you &amp;amp; is willing to change, just to be with you. The kind that searches for you with all his heart &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; that can be trusted in a room full of beautiful girls. Every girl needs a man who won't cheat on her because he knows she's got all that he wants &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; needs already. He would be willing to be your friend &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; your lover &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; won't mind calling you early in the morning just to say good morning or late at night to say good night; maybe even sing you a good morning song &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; tell you a bedtime story or talk to you until you fall asleep. This guy will be the kind that'll do anything for you, even if it's to just go to the store &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; buy you your favorite kind of candy. He would defend &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; fight for you &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; wouldn't bail on you for his friends when you need him most. The kind that won't leave you lonely &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; wondering; the one that calls you surprisingly, even if he's out with his friend, to just tell you that he loves &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; misses you a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;. The kind that isn't afraid to smile to his friends every time you're around &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp; &lt;/b&gt;tell them, "She's the one". The kind that appreciates you for the things you do for him, even if they're little. The ones that actually thank you for the little love notes you leave him, waits for you when you're falling behind, &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; opens doors for you. Every girl needs a man who will take you out on dates once in awhile &amp;amp; buys you flowers just because it's a Wednesday. The kind of guy that notices your hair when you just got it cut or done beautifully for him. He would remind you that he loves you &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; that he's happy to be with you, just in case you forget. The kind that just doesn't want kisses &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; hugs, but to actually be loved &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; to love. You deserve a guy that will call you beautiful instead of hot, who kisses your forehead when you're down, tells you to be strong &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; to not cry, &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; when you do cry, he'd cry with you when times are hard. Those kinds that will go through thick &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; thin with &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; for you. Those kinds that just loves you for who you are &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; not for who you aren't; loves you because you're his little brat &lt;b&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/b&gt; he's your teddy bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Iono. This thing is just true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-3087481736833185176?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3087481736833185176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=3087481736833185176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3087481736833185176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3087481736833185176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/every-girl-needs-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-3654316866586845380</id><published>2008-04-02T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:40.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woohoo!</title><content type='html'>Hell Yeah. I passed math. LOL. JUST BARELY THO. ISN'T THAT FUNNY? I'm super relieved. Sooo. How was it? Wellll. I went down in filipino by 4! ACKKK. OHWELL. Screw filipino. English, went up by 1. LOL.. MY GOSH. This is like one of the first times I have ever sunk so low in english. AS in 82 lang. HAI. MY english teacher gives low grades. Hmph. Unfairness. MATH, went &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;UP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt; by 4! Woot. Kahit its line of 7 lang. Naks .Tagalog. LMAO. STAT &lt;u&gt;&lt;b&gt;UP&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/u&gt;by 5! WOOOT. Physics down by one. Oooouch. CE up by 3. lol. no biggie. RHGP, remained. TLE, up by 1. Accounting down by 1. Comp, up by 2 MUSIC down by one. PE, remained. CAT, up by 9! WOWIE. HAHA. CRAAAP. My final average is low low low low low low.&lt;br /&gt;I went to school with my mom, &amp;amp;&amp;amp; I saw &lt;b&gt;JEN&amp;amp;ERIKA&lt;/b&gt;. :) I got the fuschia grad bowtie back from the bookstore. Currently wearing it on my head. Weeee. Oh yeaa, I got the pics from the photogropher during grad. 36 of them. Whoa. LALALALA CAMWHORE MUCH? I don't like some of them tho. OHWELL. SCREW THAT. WOOHOO. GOODBYEOB! ASTA LA VISTA BEBE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoYwvHWEII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tCWKUgp1W8g/s1600-h/relieved.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoYwvHWEII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tCWKUgp1W8g/s200/relieved.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209003144567459970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relieved&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-3654316866586845380?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3654316866586845380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=3654316866586845380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3654316866586845380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3654316866586845380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/woohoo.html' title='Woohoo!'/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoYwvHWEII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/tCWKUgp1W8g/s72-c/relieved.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-7097972939121136113</id><published>2008-04-01T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:43:40.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; PTC tomarrow yo. Craaaap. I'm only worried about MATH. The only subject that brings everything down. Ohno. Cuz I failed math last quarter and my parents scolded the crap out of me that I cried to jere on the phone, he didn't know I failed that time. so sssh about that. HAHA. we aren't even legal yet. Ack. It sucked cuz they only looked at the bad part of my card, where in the other subjects, I went up. HAHA. My average is B3. PANIRA TALAGA NG MATH! ACK. Maybe cuz im such a ditz with numbers and all that shit. Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's freakin hot. Note to self: Find somethin to do. If I stay home any longer in this heat, i'm goin to go nutss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Current Mood: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoYOlTM0JI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SliqzYf0Hx0/s1600-h/grumpy.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoYOlTM0JI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SliqzYf0Hx0/s200/grumpy.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209002557817278610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grumpy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-7097972939121136113?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/7097972939121136113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=7097972939121136113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7097972939121136113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/7097972939121136113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/ptc-tomarrow-yo.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6F7kYmCKYFE/SEoYOlTM0JI/AAAAAAAAAJI/SliqzYf0Hx0/s72-c/grumpy.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6730386846993058936.post-3554537915706937683</id><published>2008-04-01T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T18:29:10.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORED. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Last song you listened to? &lt;b&gt;soulja girl. HAHAHA. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The song playing in your head at this time is?&lt;b&gt;no air&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that reminds you of your last boyfriend/girlfriend?: &lt;b&gt;HAHA. EW. IONO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song that makes you laugh everytime you hear it?: &lt;b&gt;Crank dat. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You favorite song of all time?: &lt;b&gt;TOO MANY TO MENTION&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the song above your favorite song of all time? &lt;b&gt;TOO MANY NGA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Name the last movie you saw; &lt;b&gt;Sabrina. Wahaha. Oldie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you quote a line from it? If so, which line? &lt;b&gt;"steal the bible and you''ll go to hell".. something like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Your favorite movie as a kid? &lt;b&gt;SPY KIDS. EW&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your current favorite movie? &lt;b&gt;JUNO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie you watch everytime you need to laugh is...? &lt;b&gt;Scary movie. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movies you watch that makes you cry everytime is...? &lt;b&gt;Walk to remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Significant Others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Are you currently in a relationship//friends with benefits//dating//etc.? &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the one person you are thinking of right now? &lt;b&gt;LOL. you yes you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;Hugged? &lt;b&gt;JAIJAI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Made out with? : &lt;b&gt;Eeek.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept with? : &lt;b&gt;whatever. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who slept over at your house?: &lt;b&gt;Relatives. haha. niiice. what a party. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you in love? &lt;b&gt;chyeahh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever been in love? How many times? &lt;b&gt;eh&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Telephone Questions!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;What does the last text message you sent say?&lt;b&gt;MKAY. TEECEE. ILY&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does the last incoming text you got say?: &lt;b&gt;hi =] &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last incoming call from?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who was the last person you called?&lt;b&gt; jere&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last missed call was from who?&lt;b&gt; trish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your main ringer set to?&lt;b&gt; nokia tune? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a picture phone?&lt;b&gt; yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If yes, last picture taken? &lt;b&gt;beach&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;u&gt;Random.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Death scare you? &lt;b&gt;hell yea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spiders scare you? &lt;b&gt;yes.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sharks scare you? &lt;b&gt;yes&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your worst fear? and why?&lt;b&gt;dying alone. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look to your right, what is there? &lt;b&gt;bookshelf&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name a word off the top of your head. &lt;b&gt;crunk. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color your hair? What color do you color it? What's your natural color?&lt;b&gt; brownish blackish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kind of car you drive? : &lt;b&gt;I DONT DRIVE. I WANT TO THO. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothes you are currently dressed in? &lt;b&gt;shorts &amp;amp; top&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word you heard? &lt;b&gt;somethin in kapampangan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last word you said?&lt;b&gt;no.&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Store? &lt;b&gt;tons. wahaha. topshop. zara. celine&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City? &lt;b&gt;NYC dudes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past time? &lt;b&gt;Loads&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sport? &lt;b&gt;swimming&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color? &lt;b&gt;hot pink &amp;amp;&amp;amp; apple green &amp;amp;&amp;amp; yellow &amp;amp;&amp;amp; electric blue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment so far out of life? &lt;b&gt;Uhm&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream? &lt;b&gt;strawberry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink? (Alcoholic or Non)&lt;b&gt; iced tea&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal? &lt;b&gt;MOOSE. WAHAHA. RANDOM. or penguins&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrity?&lt;b&gt;scarlett johansson, johnny depp, Orlando Bloom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone Company? : &lt;b&gt;globe&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Time of Day? &lt;b&gt;noon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Season? in the ph: &lt;b&gt;wet &amp;amp; dry&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%;"&gt;states: &lt;b&gt;winter &amp;amp;&amp;amp; fall &amp;amp;&amp;amp; spring&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6730386846993058936-3554537915706937683?l=uhmanduhh.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/feeds/3554537915706937683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6730386846993058936&amp;postID=3554537915706937683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3554537915706937683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6730386846993058936/posts/default/3554537915706937683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uhmanduhh.blogspot.com/2008/04/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Amanda</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12390589117365929186</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
