<?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-5013000</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:34:26.605-08:00</updated><title type='text'>d1mae</title><subtitle type='html'>don't be afraid to admit you are less than perfect</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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A2DP, USBMemory: 1000 entries Phonebook MemoryExpansion: Micro SD/T-flash memory card slot up to 1 GBDevice control: Alphanumeric keypadMessaging: SMS, EMS, MMS, E-mailGPRS: Class 12, WAP 2.0 browserSound: stereo speakerMultimedia: MP3 / </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9163502482107580809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=9163502482107580809&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/9163502482107580809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/9163502482107580809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2009/02/myphone-b22-duo-for-sale.html' title='myphone b22 duo for sale'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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/_jEfhq2wGEcg/SY60XOlHCmI/AAAAAAAAACg/aoGjADpigu8/s72-c/b22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-5255191628522666433</id><published>2009-01-14T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:54:25.105-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><summary type='text'> Ang New Year's Resolution ko ay maging mas mabait na asawa... ^-^- Maging masipag sa mga gawaing bahay (wah, good luck to me)- Maging matipid, keep a budget- Huwag palakihin ang maliliit na bagay- Huwag mag inarte in public &gt;.&lt;- Maging mas meek, makinig sa asawa- Maging mas maalalahanin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5255191628522666433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=5255191628522666433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/5255191628522666433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/5255191628522666433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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/_jEfhq2wGEcg/SW7rEMQg5LI/AAAAAAAAACY/qbZ2UKNIK2o/s72-c/PC180434.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-5139682196318423703</id><published>2008-07-07T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T07:43:10.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back.</title><summary type='text'>It's been forever... ^_^</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5139682196318423703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=5139682196318423703&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/5139682196318423703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/5139682196318423703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back.'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-2898142708295482228</id><published>2007-10-05T01:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T01:46:27.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>giddy</title><summary type='text'> just last week an idea came to me. i wanted to be able to read, well, the scriptures in the office without having to look like some preachy pretentious dweeb with scriptures in my hand. i mean, i don't want people to think i'm some holy - ish type. and i thought, hmnnn, the thing for this is a smart phone, one w/c i can install a scripture reader with.   so i've been playing with the idea of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2898142708295482228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=2898142708295482228&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/2898142708295482228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/2898142708295482228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2007/10/giddy.html' title='giddy'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-6724124696643443416</id><published>2007-06-27T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T02:15:03.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>end of june</title><summary type='text'>half the year is almost over and as with any "end" it feels like i shouldhave accomplished something. pero, as always, it seems like time just kindof flew by without any significant progress on my part.hah. jacqui, who now calls herself lanie, emailed me at sabi mag blog namandaw ako ulet. oks, i'll try.as an update, here's what 1/2 of 2007 has been like so far:   "You are the 'mother' of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6724124696643443416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=6724124696643443416&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/6724124696643443416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/6724124696643443416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2007/06/end-of-june.html' title='end of june'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-5384772681685102520</id><published>2007-05-31T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:49:11.864-08:00</updated><title type='text'>KM 0</title><summary type='text'>Apparently it's the point where they start off measuring the distance of different places across the country.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5384772681685102520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=5384772681685102520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/5384772681685102520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/5384772681685102520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2007/05/km-0.html' title='KM 0'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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/_jEfhq2wGEcg/Rl39WYeE5hI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Z71IzbzlM5c/s72-c/Image102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-1222577121924446866</id><published>2007-02-06T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:47:47.361-08:00</updated><title type='text'>four of them and one of me</title><summary type='text'>so, statistically, the possibility that it happen to one of them was far greater than it happening to me.but, of course, life would rather it happen to the girl instead of one of the boys.when the jeepney passed by and something hit me on the head, i thought he threw something at me because it hit me with a force. he did, actually, he threw me a spit ball, if that's what it's called. with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-1634598884890723561</id><published>2007-01-07T00:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T00:57:14.464-08:00</updated><title type='text'>overheard before watching an imax short film</title><summary type='text'>girlfriend (sitting down): wow, this is so rad!boyfriend:  what?girlfriend: rad! this is sooo rad!boyfriend: what?girlfriend (somewhat annoyed): cool.. this is cool.boyfriend: nasa dictionary ba yan? rad?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1634598884890723561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=1634598884890723561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/1634598884890723561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/1634598884890723561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2007/01/overheard-before-watching-imax-short.html' title='overheard before watching an imax short film'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-9002580821186580008</id><published>2007-01-03T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-03T07:03:43.447-08:00</updated><title type='text'>on books</title><summary type='text'>so yesterday i was listening to the morning radio and the djs were telling each other what books they each recently got.'what a useless conversation,' i thought to myself.i mean, what good are the titles? they haven't even read a single chapter. they didn't even bother to let us, the listeners, know what the books were all about! they might as well have spoken pure gibberish.anyhow, i got myself </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9002580821186580008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=9002580821186580008&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/9002580821186580008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/9002580821186580008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2007/01/on-books.html' title='on books'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-116515003721654850</id><published>2006-12-03T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:47:17.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sabi ni rodel</title><summary type='text'>"dionne, naka move on ka na ba?""oo naman... d naman porket nabanggit ko sa usapan [si ex] e ibig sabihin d pa ako nakaka move on.""e bakit wala ka pa ring boyfriend?"[ASAR]</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/116515003721654850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=116515003721654850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116515003721654850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116515003721654850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/12/sabi-ni-rodel.html' title='sabi ni rodel'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-116514952545090983</id><published>2006-12-03T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T04:38:45.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>pengeng ideas nang pwdeng i-blog...wahahahapulubi... :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/116514952545090983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=116514952545090983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116514952545090983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116514952545090983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/12/pengeng-ideas-nang-pwdeng-i-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-116332545436200160</id><published>2006-11-12T01:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T01:57:34.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>super scary</title><summary type='text'>i think somebody's been trying to break in our house.yesterday, when i got home i saw some dust on the inner curvature of the doorknob and some scratches in the hole, like somebody's been trying to force something through, try to pick it, or something. this ain't good...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/116332545436200160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=116332545436200160&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116332545436200160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116332545436200160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/11/super-scary.html' title='super scary'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-116329299227179540</id><published>2006-11-11T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T16:56:32.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bummer</title><summary type='text'>checked my friendster profile today and it said i didn't have any testimonials. erg, whatever happened to all the love ppl sent me for the past three years? just goes to show, the internet is so volatile...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/116329299227179540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=116329299227179540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116329299227179540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116329299227179540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/11/bummer.html' title='bummer'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-116162410891155367</id><published>2006-10-23T10:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T10:21:48.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>must have been all the diagramming</title><summary type='text'>i remember we'd quiz jackie on how to diagram sentences. i remember HATING diagramming. there were just too many "rules" i kept forgetting and i usually didn't go any further than the base line, the vertical line that separates the verb from the subject and the slanting line for "linking verbs".but for some reason or another, when someone i know is really bad, and i mean really  bad at grammar, i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/116162410891155367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=116162410891155367&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116162410891155367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/116162410891155367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/10/must-have-been-all-diagramming.html' title='must have been all the diagramming'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-115859178536960873</id><published>2006-09-18T07:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T08:03:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>three months later</title><summary type='text'>okay, so i haven't been that diligent with my blogging. i wish i could say i was very busy, cause i AM working again. you know, juggling everything from work, to church, friends, etc.sounds reasonable, right? except it's not really very "accurate". i mean, it wasn't like i didn't have time. i had loads of time to blog, just, nothing to write about.that kinda sounds sad, really. so anyway, i'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/115859178536960873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=115859178536960873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115859178536960873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115859178536960873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/09/three-months-later.html' title='three months later'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-115080599244477770</id><published>2006-06-20T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T05:19:52.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>???</title><summary type='text'>ewan ko ba, bakit sa movies kapag someone cheats on them they have to know all the details? db mas masasaktan lang cla?ewan ko ba, nature lng ba ng tao yun? kasi contradicting sha sa idea ng self preservation. parang naghahanap ka pa ng way na lalo kang ma-hurt.ewan ko ba, kaht ganun, gusto ko pa ring malaman... nde naman ako masochista.nakaka-inis, nakaka-frustrate ang kawalan ko ng impormashyon</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/115080599244477770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=115080599244477770&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115080599244477770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115080599244477770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='???'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-115080259601713415</id><published>2006-06-20T04:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T04:23:16.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pwede ba</title><summary type='text'>(by soapdish)Pwede bang sabihin moNa itatago mo ang mga sulat koKasi medyo maiinis akoKung itatapon mo..'wag kang mag-alala..Di ako luluhaKung may kapiling kang ibaDi na pipilitin pa..Itong damdamin ko sa'yoMedyo maninibagoPero ayos lang sakin 'to....Makayanan ko sana 'to..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/115080259601713415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=115080259601713415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115080259601713415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115080259601713415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/06/pwede-ba.html' title='pwede ba'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-115067125319989091</id><published>2006-06-18T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T15:54:13.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>828</title><summary type='text'>sabi ni jackie wag ko na daw basahin. para saan pa daw? sabi ko, so i can wallow in self pity.sinunod ko naman yung sinabi ni jackie eh, kahapon. ngayon, new day na, kaya binasa ko na.medyo nag panic pa nga ako nung hindi ko mahanap yung mga sulat. nakalimutan kong 2 na nga pala ang mga kahon ko ng mga sulat. kung kasal na ang ex mo, dapat wala ka nang masyadong reaksyon. kasi ex mo na nga cya </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/115067125319989091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=115067125319989091&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115067125319989091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115067125319989091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/06/828.html' title='828'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-115038301868503553</id><published>2006-06-15T07:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:50:18.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i stumbled upon</title><summary type='text'>http://www.d1mae.esmartkid.com/alam nyo na, paminsan minsan sine-search ko rin ang sarili ko sa net. wehehehe. anywastes, parang mas intersting ako mag sulat nun kesa ngayon... nyaa.btw, yun http://dionnemae.blogspot.com/ is now where i post my thoughts about the novels i read. wala lang, pinu-plug ko lang para kahit papano, may magbasa naman. oo, ikaw ang tinutukoy ko. para na lang sa lahat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/115038301868503553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=115038301868503553&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115038301868503553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115038301868503553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-stumbled-upon.html' title='i stumbled upon'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-115038217933133652</id><published>2006-06-15T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T07:36:19.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i was asked</title><summary type='text'>about my love life. sabi ko, kng sila hindi pa nananalo sa basketball, syempre diba may hope pa rin naman sila na manalo. dala nila yun every game. tapos kapag nanalo na sila, sobrang magiging masaya para sa kanila.when it comes, love will be so much sweeter, because i know how it is to be alone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/115038217933133652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=115038217933133652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115038217933133652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/115038217933133652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/06/i-was-asked.html' title='i was asked'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-114865020314770897</id><published>2006-05-26T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T06:30:03.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>akkk</title><summary type='text'>my head hurts a lot. i'm dizzy most of the time. my eyes hurt when i close them.which is why i'll be four-eyed for a while. if symptoms persist, i'll consult my doctor. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/114865020314770897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=114865020314770897&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114865020314770897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114865020314770897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/05/akkk.html' title='akkk'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-114693327340422515</id><published>2006-05-06T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:34:33.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  and the best (ever) halo halo is simply made of macapuno, minatamis na saging and leche flan. (the whole trip to pampanga took six hours!!)  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/114693327340422515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=114693327340422515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114693327340422515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114693327340422515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post_07.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-114693305519509479</id><published>2006-05-06T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T09:30:55.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  we picked up my brother last saturday from pampanga. it was more than two hours of sitting in the car. why? i wanted razon's halo-halo. available only in pampanga (and robinson's ermita, hehehe).  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/114693305519509479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=114693305519509479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114693305519509479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114693305519509479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-114450528905486557</id><published>2006-04-08T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T07:08:09.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>haven't blogged for a while now</title><summary type='text'>but what else is new?anyway, an old friend and a long-time crush is getting married next month. as i once said, 'this is the end of an era'. i mean, i've had a crush on him for the longest time. and i guess now is the time to finally let that go.i'm happy for him, though. and i don't regret a thing. :panother old friend and one with a long-time crush on me, hooked up with another girl. the thing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/114450528905486557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=114450528905486557&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114450528905486557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114450528905486557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/04/havent-blogged-for-while-now.html' title='haven&apos;t blogged for a while now'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-114294237933677738</id><published>2006-03-21T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T03:59:39.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i was told to update</title><summary type='text'>so for that purpose, i would like to state that i am now working in a bank as a mainframe programmer. i once asked my DSL-internet-tech trainor how i'd know what i'd love to do. i've always been very idealistic, and the job world is no exception for me. i've always dreamed of having a job i'd be happy to go to work to, every single day. something i can be passionate about. bill's advice? well,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/114294237933677738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=114294237933677738&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114294237933677738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114294237933677738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-was-told-to-update.html' title='i was told to update'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-114034253275570023</id><published>2006-02-19T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T01:48:52.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>apparently i am not so smart</title><summary type='text'>from reader's digest: your sense of balance is one sign of brain strength...so, by virtue of my false reasoning, since i have a bad sense of balance (i can't bike) then my brain isn't so strong. to put it another way, because i can't bike, i might not be as smart as i thought i was.hahaha.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/114034253275570023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=114034253275570023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114034253275570023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/114034253275570023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/02/apparently-i-am-not-so-smart.html' title='apparently i am not so smart'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-113979678458235220</id><published>2006-02-12T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:13:04.583-08:00</updated><title type='text'>pre-valentine drama</title><summary type='text'>When i told him to just look for a fiance in the US and forget about me, I was even very casual. I always try to hide the gravity of my speech by being casual.He wouldn't let it go. But in the end, when our phone call suddenly disconnected, I couldn't understand why I felt a real sense of loss, like an actual void in my heart. This morning, I thought I'd feel better, but it's still there, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113979678458235220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113979678458235220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113979678458235220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113979678458235220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/02/pre-valentine-drama.html' title='pre-valentine drama'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113979633592124942</id><published>2006-02-12T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:05:35.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>specimen #1</title><summary type='text'>I had 6 or 7 doctors hovering around me, poking the little red dots on my arms.I felt like a specimen, placed under a microscope for the scrutiny of some scientist, in this case some 6 or so dermatologists.I had come to the hospital to have my scalp checked out, but when I decided to ask the doctor about my little red dots, I had no clue I would end up being a lesson in dermatology.The first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113979633592124942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113979633592124942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113979633592124942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113979633592124942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/02/specimen-1.html' title='specimen #1'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113874340026877005</id><published>2006-01-31T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T13:36:40.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mugged!</title><summary type='text'>I had a knife stuck to my throat when he told me to be quiet and give them everything I had.I lost my phone, mp3 player and wallet last night. They didn't spare my butterfly charm bracelet, which i happened to actually really love.It all happened too fast. I was just beginning to suspect something was up with the guy to my left, when he slid beside me, his accomplice to my right. Sandwiched </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113874340026877005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113874340026877005&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113874340026877005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113874340026877005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/02/mugged.html' title='mugged!'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113869752236151069</id><published>2006-01-31T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:52:02.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> there is an alarming lack of comical, amusing and witty valentine cards at National Bookstore, which is really the only bookstore worth going to for greeting cards. there is an abundance, however, of sweet, mushy, pink-slash-red valentine cards. those that go: for a special friend -- then inside: i love you. or something like that. which i will never, ever consider actually giving to one of my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113869752236151069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113869752236151069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113869752236151069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113869752236151069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_113869752236151069.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113869729366977576</id><published>2006-01-31T00:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T00:48:13.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> i thought this card is pretty scary...  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113869729366977576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113869729366977576&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113869729366977576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113869729366977576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post_31.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113832398670980012</id><published>2006-01-26T17:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T17:06:26.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rediscovering tickle</title><summary type='text'> it's been ages since i last took a tickle quiz. but anyway, i got my fave color, green! interesting, eh? hehehe  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113832398670980012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113832398670980012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113832398670980012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113832398670980012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/rediscovering-tickle.html' title='rediscovering tickle'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113823869164434414</id><published>2006-01-25T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T17:24:51.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the sony ericsson walkman phones are so so so so delectable... too bad i dont have a job. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113823869164434414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>frustrations</title><summary type='text'>i hate walking along buendia and ayala avenue alone.i hate the thought of going to see a movie alone. i thought i could do it, but at the last minute, i backed out. i hate eating my stupid fillet-o-fish meal for 2 weeks now, alone.i hate not having a job right now.i hate not having any ChE experience.i hate the thought of wasted time.i hate not having any substantial savings.i hate remembering </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113768470261717536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113768470261717536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113768470261717536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113768470261717536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/frustrations.html' title='frustrations'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113654039874073974</id><published>2006-01-06T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T01:51:27.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>cannonball is much too sad for me to listen to now.but, fate would have me find the song list i made over a month ago in a pocket of my shorts. it's been laundered, of course. much like my heart.* so i'm downloading new songs to keep me perky. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113654039874073974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113654039874073974&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113654039874073974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113654039874073974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/cannonball-is-much-too-sad-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113653393440065395</id><published>2006-01-05T23:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T23:52:14.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>bukas na ba ang SM Mall of Asia? bukas na ba?kc i read na it will have the first IMAX cinema.hoi, friendships-with-jobs, punta naman tayong Mall of Asia!fuhleez?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113653393440065395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113653393440065395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113653393440065395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113653393440065395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/bukas-na-ba-ang-sm-mall-of-asia-bukas.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113651192019354521</id><published>2006-01-05T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T02:00:37.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons From Vigan</title><summary type='text'>Me: Alam nyo kasi, love is like a fire. A small amount of oxygen makes the fire grow bigger. But overwhelm it with a ton amount of oxygen, and the fire dies. I was talking about long distance relationships. Sabi daw kasi, absense makes the heart grow fonder. Sabi ko naman, konting absense lang. Otherwise, out of sight, out of mind.Pero bakit daw ang forest fire, it grows bigger and bigger. So </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113651192019354521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113651192019354521&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113651192019354521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113651192019354521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/lessons-from-vigan.html' title='Lessons From Vigan'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113607864968005599</id><published>2005-12-31T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T17:24:09.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This year is going down in my history book as the one where I spent New Year's Eve sitting on the toilet seat.I blame it on the Ilocos Longganisa, Bagnet and voting against the Pinakbet. The Chicken Inasal, Liempo and Empanada did nothing to help, so I blame them too. (We just got home from a 2 day vacation in Ilocos.) And, it's as if the Blog-Gods knew I needed something interesting to write </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113607864968005599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113607864968005599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113607864968005599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113607864968005599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-year-is-going-down-in-my-history.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113563889062153520</id><published>2005-12-26T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T15:14:50.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sabihin na lang natin na nag exercise lang ako.hanggang ortigas.malay ko bang wala palang pasok sa tate ng dec 26?? wala tuloy tao sa office kanina pag dating ko. ako lang at si manong guard. bonding. ang aga ko pa naman gumising. sayang.bukas, exercise nanaman. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113563889062153520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113563889062153520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113563889062153520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113563889062153520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/12/sabihin-na-lang-natin-na-nag-exercise.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113530754818027697</id><published>2005-12-22T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-22T19:12:28.190-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's now been almost two weeks of not having a job. and i have accomplished absolutely nothing. no new books have been read. no scrapbooks finished. no letters sent. i am now a BUM. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113530754818027697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113530754818027697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113530754818027697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113530754818027697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-now-been-almost-two-weeks-of-not.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113495439236103806</id><published>2005-12-18T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:06:32.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>he said he was going to tell all his friends about it.it felt like a pin through my chest. it wasn't a fatal sweep of a sword or a deadly blow of a dagger. but it hurt. and outside it doesn't seem like it matters. but that little pin stings. and inside i bleed.i want to shout, i'm sorry. perhaps it will not matter to him. i wish i was wiser. i wish i was more mature. i had been stupid, and dumb. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113495439236103806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113495439236103806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113495439236103806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113495439236103806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/12/he-said-he-was-going-to-tell-all-his.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113495405494399171</id><published>2005-12-18T16:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-18T17:00:54.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>poker lessons</title><summary type='text'>relationships are a lot like poker.you will be dealt a lot of hands, and a pair of cards is like a man you meet. you have to know when you want to check, to raise, or even to go all in. but most of all you have to know when to fold. because not all cards are playable. not all of them are worth the amount of chips you put in the pot. poker is partly about patience, the fortitude to resist being a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113495405494399171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113495405494399171&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113495405494399171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113495405494399171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/12/poker-lessons.html' title='poker lessons'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113487692131594016</id><published>2005-12-17T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T19:35:21.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sometimes there are things in life you can't have.and it takes courage and strength of character to accept that.i guess it's not yet time for me to be with someone. christmas will be lonely. but deep inside i will be silently happy. for once i took a stand. and i listened to the inner me.in my mind there is a picture. of me in a white dress. in the temple. i almost gave that up.sometimes there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113487692131594016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113487692131594016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113487692131594016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113487692131594016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/12/sometimes-there-are-things-in-life-you.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113405281558547063</id><published>2005-12-08T06:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T06:40:15.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>guy friend: nagtatampo na akome: nyek. nakakakilig.guy friend: aba, natuwa pa. okay lang, maganda ka naman ehme: hahaha, bakit, bawal ba kiligin ang pangit?guy friend: di naman, wag lang silang pahalataLOL</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113405281558547063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113405281558547063&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113405281558547063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113405281558547063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/12/guy-friend-nagtatampo-na-ako-me-nyek.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-113338684841297332</id><published>2005-11-30T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:40:48.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>miss.es</title><summary type='text'>i miss reading jackie's blog. even if half the time it made no sense whatsoever. most of the time it was funny. sometimes it was enlightening.i miss laughing out loud with jackie. she could make me laugh my heart out.i miss writing emails to my mom. or talking to her on the phone. i could tell her anything. she gave the best advice and she made sense out of the confusion that is my early </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113338684841297332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113338684841297332&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113338684841297332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113338684841297332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/12/misses.html' title='miss.es'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-112540537478957697</id><published>2005-11-22T04:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:23:15.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's not having what you want</title><summary type='text'>but wanting what you have.i had been spending quite a while figuring out how to buy and get the many things i wanted. i wanted a new car, frosted pink, honda jazz. or the kia model that kinda looks like it. i wanted to travel. to europe, to japan, to korea, hongkong, thailand and fiji. i wanted my own treadmill, my own home gym. i wanted a pair of happy feet (the sandals). i wanted new rubber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112540537478957697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112540537478957697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112540537478957697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112540537478957697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-not-having-what-you-want.html' title='it&apos;s not having what you want'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113259712601878865</id><published>2005-11-21T10:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T10:18:46.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abucay and Pasay</title><summary type='text'>Abucay, Bataan will be my host for the upcoming Thanksgiving weekend. So, I did justice to travel planning by searching some info through the net. Here's something I found:The name Abucay was coined from "abu-kinaykay" which means digging the debris of fire. According to legend, a Spaniard came to this town and was asking for its name. It so happened that his arrival coincided with the just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113259712601878865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113259712601878865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113259712601878865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113259712601878865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/11/abucay-and-pasay.html' title='Abucay and Pasay'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113258599177029983</id><published>2005-11-21T07:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T07:13:11.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new phone</title><summary type='text'>Now the 6th phone I've owned. Should be worth a few hours of excitement and entertainment as I figure out the features and controls.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113258599177029983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113258599177029983&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113258599177029983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113258599177029983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-phone.html' title='new phone'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113235466193650463</id><published>2005-11-18T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T14:57:41.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday</title><summary type='text'>oh, by the way, on my birthday last thursday, i had spent the day washing my laundry. and that was only the second time i ever did. laundry. growth, people. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113235466193650463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113235466193650463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113235466193650463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113235466193650463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday.html' title='birthday'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113218001928703695</id><published>2005-11-16T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T14:26:59.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>imagine me.imagine a group of 12 people singing.imagine the group of people all around me.imagine them singing otso-otso.then imagine me dancing.imagine a chair.imagine me standing on the chair.doing the otso-otso.imagine the chair in the middle of a restaurant.oh, happy bday to me!and at least i get a glass of ice cream! :D</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113218001928703695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113218001928703695&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113218001928703695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113218001928703695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/11/imagine-me.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113148892435128460</id><published>2005-11-08T14:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:28:44.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>double blow</title><summary type='text'>first, wala akong kasama sa harry pottersecond, seeing someone you like reminisce a past love</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113148892435128460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113148892435128460&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113148892435128460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113148892435128460'/><link rel='alternate' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113112012868540845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113112012868540845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113112012868540845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/11/birthday-wishlist.html' title='birthday wishlist'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113053994920584444</id><published>2005-10-28T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T15:52:29.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was just thinking last night how Rob Thomas' Ever the Same was such a good song and how they ought to start playing it on the radio. i even thought that it was such a shame if Rob didn't even release it. then this morning, i heard it at the morning rush! yey!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113053994920584444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113053994920584444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113053994920584444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113053994920584444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-was-just-thinking-last-night-how-rob.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-113051548221233287</id><published>2005-10-28T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T09:04:42.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finally</title><summary type='text'>ilang araw na rin akong nagiisip ng kung ano ang pwedeng i-blog. marami kasi akong free time ngayon dito sa office. quota na kasi ako at tinatamad nang magtrabaho. hehehe. wala namang out of the ordinary, until tonight.i have never felt so jealous of all my friends as i do right now. i've never ever been jealous of their grades, their scholastic achievements. i just was never the type. i have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/113051548221233287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=113051548221233287&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113051548221233287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/113051548221233287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/10/finally.html' title='finally'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-112983881879052073</id><published>2005-10-20T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T13:08:33.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the evolution of THE CRUSH</title><summary type='text'>devon sawa was my ultimate crush when i was young. little giants. him throwing a roll of tissue paper into the air. very hot. of course i didn't know what was "hot" back then. my crushes were actually "cute". the boy next door. literally. neat, clean, kempt.i moved on from the charms of the good-boy type to the magnetic pull of the mysterious. don't talk to me. say very little if you do. make it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112983881879052073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112983881879052073&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112983881879052073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112983881879052073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/10/evolution-of-crush.html' title='the evolution of &lt;b&gt;THE CRUSH&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-112955660530061942</id><published>2005-10-17T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T06:43:25.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i don't think i will hit my quota this month. no bonus, no big paycheck.but, TWISTER FRIES IS BACK!!the universe still loves me. :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112955660530061942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112955660530061942&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112955660530061942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112955660530061942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-dont-think-i-will-hit-my-quota-this.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112898304506872355</id><published>2005-10-10T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:24:41.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am now two teeth less than i was three days ago.i had both of my left wisdom teeth taken out.it wasn't the gentlest of operations.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112898304506872355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112898304506872355&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112898304506872355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112898304506872355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-am-now-two-teeth-less-than-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112898260776850980</id><published>2005-10-10T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T15:16:47.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my tush hurt all weekend.my left tush to be specific.at 120+ kilos, i'm such a lampayatot.14 yrs old, i think. i slide off three boulders at the majayjay falls. both my left and right tooshie hurt at that time. 19 yrs old, magallanes overpass. i slide off the steps down. again, it was an even hurting for both the left and right cheeks of the buttocks.i almost fell off the AS steps when i was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112898260776850980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112898260776850980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112898260776850980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112898260776850980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-tush-hurt-all-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-112769697183049631</id><published>2005-09-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T18:09:31.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Madalas sabi nila oblivious ako.Kaya naman nung pumasok si Drew Arellano sa Guess nuong sabado, syempre di ko napansin. Narinig ko na lang si Odessa, "Ate!"Muntik ko na pala syang mabangga.Sayang! Sayang! Sayang! :pFor the second time that day, nahasel ako sa itsura ko. I mean, di kasi ako super pretty-cious. Alam nyo yun, minsan kasi trip kong pumorma na parang galing sa bahay. Trip na trip ko </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112769697183049631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112769697183049631&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112769697183049631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112769697183049631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/09/madalas-sabi-nila-oblivious-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-112629031437900317</id><published>2005-09-09T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:25:14.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nawiwi-wee lang ako. tapos napa-gebbs ako.horrific. tapos, imagine, nasa loob ako isa sa dalawa (lang) na cubicles sa maliit na CR dito sa office.nag-flush ako kaagad para hindi na mangamoy, pero, TOO LATE. talaga sigurong kailangan na nyang lumabas. parang wala akong control sa pag discharge.yes, wala na akong mai-blog kaya't kinukwento ko na lang ang aking horrifying CR experience, albeit quite</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112629031437900317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112629031437900317&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112629031437900317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112629031437900317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/09/nawiwi-wee-lang-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-112602621027771410</id><published>2005-09-06T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T10:03:30.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a realization came to me today. the consequences of which, i am not yet sure of.an old friend from grade school had tracked me down at friendster. he is now a frat boy, and likes marilyn manson. he was our class salutatorian and i never would have thought that at 22, he would be able to relate to a punk like marilyn.anyhow, that got me into thinking of how i was like way back then...i hated all </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112602621027771410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112602621027771410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112602621027771410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112602621027771410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/09/realization-came-to-me-today.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112602024288306734</id><published>2005-09-06T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-06T08:24:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>envelope manufacturer's association</title><summary type='text'>that was it. when i read "Envelope Manufacturer's Association", i decided i HAD to blog about this.working for Branders.com has put me in contact with the different associations in the USA. and my golly, do they have a LOT of associations.associations for contractors, for dentists, for school teachers, for secretaries, for all sorts of professions. then there's associations for black people of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112602024288306734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112602024288306734&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112602024288306734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112602024288306734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/09/envelope-manufacturers-association.html' title='envelope manufacturer&apos;s association'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112591676502722983</id><published>2005-09-05T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T03:39:25.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carol's wedding</title><summary type='text'>i was frantic. i mean, i woke up at noon. and despite how it appears, i've only had 2 hours of sleep. graveyard shifts.i was supposed to meet jackie at 12:30. flashback to all the drama i put on at pia's despedida because everyone was late. shit, i'll be late. the mere thought of it makes me cringe.yes, i'm weird that way. i'm really very OC.the first thing i say when i wake up is "heat up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112591676502722983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112591676502722983&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112591676502722983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112591676502722983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/09/carols-wedding.html' title='carol&apos;s wedding'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112568539367819229</id><published>2005-09-02T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:23:13.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'd just like to tell the world it is SOOOO unfair that in our building some people can come to work in mini freakin skirts and tank tops and not have any problems, while i, who wear full sleeved t-shirts and jeans, am shivering and can barely move because of the cold.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112568539367819229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112568539367819229&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112568539367819229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112568539367819229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/09/id-just-like-to-tell-world-it-is-soooo.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112568505692745202</id><published>2005-09-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T11:17:36.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BABALA: wag hihikab kapag sinisinok. lalo na kung sa unahan ka ng jeep sumakay, sa tabi nung driver. dahil magugulat cya, sa lakas ng sinok mo na sounds like nagulat ka. tapos matatawa ka, hanggang sa makarating ka sa bahay nyo. tapos weird din ung natatawang sinisinok. kaya, wag magpupuyat/matatawa kapag sinisinok.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112568505692745202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112568505692745202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112568505692745202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112568505692745202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/09/babala-wag-hihikab-kapag-sinisinok.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112417581353057913</id><published>2005-08-15T23:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T00:03:33.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now working for branders.com</title><summary type='text'>i enjoyed my first free via mare. that much i am certain.i had better. the company purportedly spends almost P100,000 a night for the free via mare meals they give out to all employees.anyway, its my fist sales job. never really saw myself as a sales person. still dont. but they do make it sound really doable. so i'm rethinking my options. who knows? what if i do have what it takes to be a sales </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112417581353057913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112417581353057913&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112417581353057913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112417581353057913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/08/now-working-for-branderscom.html' title='now working for branders.com'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112380551683847393</id><published>2005-08-11T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T17:11:56.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i don't know</title><summary type='text'>i guess i understand my sister. i mean, it is to be expected. she grew up with my mom. and my mom spent 18 years with her. so it's inevitable. that she would miss my mom so much.and i guess i understand my mom too. i mean, my sister was the only daughter she had there. so it's inevitable. that she'd like her so much.i just... i don't know. it's bad enough to have to be jealous of other people's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112380551683847393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112380551683847393&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112380551683847393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112380551683847393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-dont-know.html' title='i don&apos;t know'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-112380303343726405</id><published>2005-08-11T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:30:33.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>title missing</title><summary type='text'>arg, i really haven't been blogging for quite a while. or visiting my blog (i mean, who visits their own blog?). so i didn't know my title jpg was missing. that's just plain irritating. i mean, i can't remember what it used to look like so i can't recreate it. and i've cleaned up most files i've already uploaded. arg. so anyway, i'll just make a new one.good thing i dont have a job.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112380303343726405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112380303343726405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112380303343726405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112380303343726405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/08/title-missing.html' title='title missing'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-112380228653330913</id><published>2005-08-11T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T16:18:06.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>high scores</title><summary type='text'>you know how they always make the default high score insanely low? i dont know, like if you could play the game and finish the level in, like, two minutes they'd make the high score 1 hour. or if you could make 20,000 points in one game, they'd put, like, 5,000 or something. so after you finish playing one game, you see your name up on the high scores list, always.so anyway, i've been playing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112380228653330913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>naaastigan ako sa porma ng mga mala avril lavigne. atsaka yung mga girl na sobrang ikli ng hair.yung ang porma eh elephant pants atsaka baby T na black. tapos body bag. sira sirang converse.kaya naman nung college, andami kong carpenter's pants, at baby T's. meron rin akong mga body bag. pilit rin akong nagpapaikli ng hair, to no avail.siguro kasi maliliit silang tao. at ako ay medyo malaking tao</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/112096347954493088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=112096347954493088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112096347954493088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/112096347954493088'/><link rel='alternate' 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up and down to get into it too!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/111597525060857300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=111597525060857300&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111597525060857300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111597525060857300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/05/things-i-learned-today.html' title='things i learned today'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-111595741735707339</id><published>2005-05-12T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T21:10:17.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3x 2</title><summary type='text'>i thought ice cube was going to be a poor substitute for vin diesel. but i left the moviehouse, well, dis-disappointed. (flips through the digital thesaurus) okay, i was contented with the movie. ice cube did well in portraying the tough, hard core, ass-kickin' secret agent code-named triple x. i distinctly remember his prison escape routine: knock two guards down by hitting em in the face one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/111595741735707339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=111595741735707339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111595741735707339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111595741735707339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/05/3x-2.html' title='3x 2'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-111559609561348710</id><published>2005-05-08T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-08T16:48:15.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>last friday</title><summary type='text'>may night life si eunice. tomador si jackie. uber payat ni amor at nagpagupit si pia.yun lang. di ako makapag compose ng may sense na paragraph. basta, euncus, wag magpapaka wild ha. hoi jackie, nagwo-worry ako sayo. sabagay matanda ka na. amor, kumain ka nga ng kumain. nakakatakot ang sobrang kapayatan mo. at pia, bawal ka na magpagupit ulet. hehehe.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/111559609561348710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=111559609561348710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111559609561348710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111559609561348710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/05/last-friday.html' title='last friday'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-111469209755155860</id><published>2005-04-28T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T05:41:37.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Was Afraid</title><summary type='text'>to take the Board Exams. "Impending Doom" was how Jackie and I usually put it. I mean, I wake up and immediately I think about how much I still needed to study. There's just so much to review. Imagine cramming for your five-years-worth of education!And then I got to a point where I thought to myself, "I'd rather not take the exam." I figured I wouldn't be able to review everything, and as a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/111469209755155860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=111469209755155860&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111469209755155860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111469209755155860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-was-afraid.html' title='I Was Afraid'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-111329562550274636</id><published>2005-04-12T01:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T01:47:05.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><summary type='text'>test</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/111329562550274636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=111329562550274636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111329562550274636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111329562550274636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/04/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-111050291759448517</id><published>2005-03-10T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T17:01:57.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>test.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/111050291759448517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=111050291759448517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111050291759448517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/111050291759448517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2005/03/test.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-107253674276645538</id><published>2003-12-27T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T06:53:48.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TestCafe - Enneagram Test - Questions</title><summary type='text'>TestCafe - Enneagram Test - QuestionsYour Dominant Personality Type is:The ReformerThe rational, idealistic type who thinks before he or she acts, but can also be caught up in the ideal world, consequently failing to achieve realistic thoughts and actions.9) I can put my feelings aside to get the job done.strongly agreeagreedisagree &lt;&lt;&lt;strongly disagree 17) I usually need to work </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107253674276645538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=107253674276645538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107253674276645538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107253674276645538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/12/testcafe-enneagram-test-questions.html' title='TestCafe - Enneagram Test - Questions'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-107244534789249444</id><published>2003-12-26T05:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-26T05:30:32.860-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TestCafe - Detailed I.Q. Test</title><summary type='text'>TestCafe - Detailed I.Q. TestCongratulations!Your general IQ score is 114.A person whose IQ score falls in the range of 111-128 is considered to be "above average intelligence".</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107244534789249444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=107244534789249444&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107244534789249444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107244534789249444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/12/testcafe-detailed-iq-test.html' title='TestCafe - Detailed I.Q. Test'/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-107164043076389833</id><published>2003-12-16T21:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T21:55:03.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've moved. you'll be redirected in a while. please update your links/bookmarks.http://d1mae.esmartkid.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107164043076389833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=107164043076389833&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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joe pesci's obituary says brendan is going to "graduate life with honor".i dont know why, but it just hits right through. the idea of learning life's lessons istead of just the lessons in school. i suppose it's because i've </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107154044398363191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=107154044398363191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107154044398363191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107154044398363191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/12/saw-movie-with-honors-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-107080225403340205</id><published>2003-12-07T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T05:05:14.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>there's that scary feeling right before you go onstage to perform. your heart beats a hundred million times. you're cold and it's as if you can't move, can't think. the music plays and you just trust yourself that you've memorized all the steps.and even though it seems your feet has gone rock solid on the floor, you start to move, enter into the lime light. the music has begun and so must your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5013000.post-107055137194460944</id><published>2003-12-04T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T07:23:48.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANGAS daw ako. sabi ng iba kong mga kaibigan at kakilala. i suppose this basically stems from the fact that i say whatever it is that i want to say, mostly without regard to what you would feel about it. i dont do it purposely. i dont say anything I KNOW will definitely hurt your feelings. hindi naman ako mangaaway. but i DO say what's on my mind. sometimes, though, my mouth runs faster than my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107055137194460944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=107055137194460944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107055137194460944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107055137194460944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/12/angas-daw-ako.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-107047136553754209</id><published>2003-12-03T09:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T09:10:20.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>malamig...mababa lang ang tolerance ko sa lamig. siguro manipis lang ang balat ko, siguro di lang ako sanay, ewan.kapag natutulog ako, kahit pa april o june, may kumot, bihira ang natatamaan ako ng electric fan. hindi ako makakatiis sa kumot na sing nipis ng punda ng unan, kelangan yung mej makapal. kapag nakikitulog ako sa mga pinsan kong mejo conyo, palibhasa eh bisita, tinitiis ko ang air con.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107047136553754209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=107047136553754209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107047136553754209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107047136553754209'/><link rel='alternate' 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date"s</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107027798237877791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=107027798237877791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107027798237877791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/107027798237877791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/12/wala-akong-masabi.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-107027798152319252</id><published>2003-12-01T03:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T03:27:13.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wala akong masabi.makating makati ang "thumb" ko sa aking kaliwang paa... hehe, ano bang tawag sa daliring yun? may kumagat yata sa akin sa damuhan nuong sabado sa chapel... hasel.pero astig nuong sabado kasi humiga kami ni ate alon sa damuhan, tumingin sa stars atsaka nagkwentuhan. about life, pero mostly about love. hehe, alam nyo naman, nagdadalaga... naikwento nya saken yung mga "dream date"s</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/107027798152319252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>ang bago kong crush...hehehe. tutal naisip kong mabibilang lang naman ang nagbabasa neto, puro pilipino pa, eh bakit kaya di ako mag tagalog? masaya rin mag express ng sarili sa tagalog...itago na lang natin sya sa pangalang "nemo". hehehe. meron kasi akong kaibigan na ang tawag sa mga crush eh "fish", yun bang parang kapag nag aanounce ng news tungkol sa drug dealer eh dinedescribe silang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106985588385912827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106985588385912827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106985588385912827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106985588385912827'/><link rel='alternate' 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106934017680184000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/11/sad.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-106933925103248661</id><published>2003-11-20T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T06:41:27.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hurraaaayyy!!! PC at home is back!!! :p</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106933925103248661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106933925103248661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106933925103248661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106933925103248661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/11/hurraaaayyy-pc-at-home-is-back-p.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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type='text'>lyingi lie to people, ocassionally to my parents or friends to get off something. which is why i dont know why it hurt me big to find out i was lied to. by a friend. i never lie to my friends. well, at least not about the really serious stuff. it feels like being betrayed.what did she think i wouldnt understand?problem is, i cant bring myself to hate her, really hate her. she lied to get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106912292176471706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106912292176471706&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106912292176471706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106912292176471706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/11/lying-i-lie-to-people-ocassionally-to.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-106912199494922809</id><published>2003-11-17T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T18:23:58.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dining at the century park hotelalone. dining alone. who i planned to take out: cross off the thetakappamu gang: they had an outing last saturday (or atleast they had planned to), cross off one good friend (who lied to me and said she had a class... more of this later), cross off my other friend (notice i dont mention names anymore, better safe than sorry) whose company i actually dont really</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106912199494922809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106912199494922809&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106912199494922809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106912199494922809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/11/dining-at-century-park-hotel-alone.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-106793771761826055</id><published>2003-11-04T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T01:22:13.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm back. for now, at least.the computer at home is still in a permanent shutdown. and again, i am drawn to a rather expensive computer shop...i held a mac an hour ago. i want a mac.and a car.and a new wardrobe.and a place of my own.and a camera phone.can i please have these for Christmas, huh, Santa, please??i finished enrolling today. my schedule is okay. i'm going to try if i </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106793771761826055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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template is getting old. and my other pages dont have the same template as this one. i promise i will change it as soon as i can and make everything coherent and all. aaakkk...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106689372591475071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106689372591475071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106689372591475071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106689372591475071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/10/this-template-is-getting-old.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106689045336634819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/10/aaak-i-was-going-through-load-of-email.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-106688659323629038</id><published>2003-10-22T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T22:23:13.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm here yet again, in another computer shop.i forgot to check my other email account the other day and when i checked just now, i already had 65 messages! this is going to be a long day at the computer shop.i keep thinking i want a boyfriend. hehehe. last sunday there was this guy who called me up and asked me to go out, well, sort of. he was drawing attention to the fact that i had nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106688659323629038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106688659323629038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106688659323629038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106688659323629038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/10/im-here-yet-again-in-another-computer.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i enjoyed two of life's simple pleasures: food and the company of friends.with my friends from MSP, we had fried siopao from Ongpin, the local Chinese community. it's been one of my most favorite foods when i was in highschool when my friend's mom used to bring us some. haven't had some since then. i saw some siomai too, which is also my favorite and i had to fight off the urge to buy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106636466866144733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106636466866144733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106636466866144733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106636466866144733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/10/yesterday-i-enjoyed-two-of-lifes.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</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-5013000.post-106625680145795323</id><published>2003-10-15T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T15:26:41.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i cleaned up the library at our chapel. and guess what? i actually kinda enjoyed myself!! i just really liked being able to organize things. the people who were supposed to help me, eh, who i were supposed to help, didnt show, so i had the library all to myself! i think it was a bit better, since i had a hand in everything. things went with whatever i wanted it to go with. on the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/feeds/106625680145795323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5013000&amp;postID=106625680145795323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106625680145795323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5013000/posts/default/106625680145795323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d1mae.blogspot.com/2003/10/yesterday-i-cleaned-up-library-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>dionne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10992533873746404264</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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