<?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-21950935</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:51:47.631+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950935.post-114295467276523142</id><published>2006-03-21T23:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T23:26:56.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BYE, MY DEAR &lt;strong&gt;BLOGSPOT&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I MOVED TO A NEW HOME...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://WWW.XANGA.COM/TRUTHS_and_CONSEQUENCES"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HTTP://WWW.XANGA.COM/TRUTHS_and_CONSEQUENCES&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;PLEASE EDIT YOUR LINKS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I AM HOPING TO SEE YOU THERE. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;lots of love, Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114295467276523142?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114295467276523142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114295467276523142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114295467276523142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114295467276523142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/bye-my-dear-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114199691742765494</id><published>2006-03-10T21:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T19:21:42.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I spent half of the day at Essensuals Toni &amp; Guy getting my hair pampered &amp;amp; all. It is such a nice chic place to get things done. The aura of the place is so relaxing. I like it there. Oh and I thought it was cool seeing Bubbles Paraiso and Camille Prats around the salon. Hahaha. Yes, I'm so jologs. Cheers! &amp;amp; yes, I have a new hairdo. Shorter and I so am not used with the straightness. Oh poo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, we took dinner at Le Souffle. Yay to the chocolate souffle! I LOVE. :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114199691742765494?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114199691742765494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114199691742765494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114199691742765494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114199691742765494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-spent-half-of-day-at-essensuals-toni.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114148272271950806</id><published>2006-03-04T21:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T13:31:31.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Summer is so near yet so far. Haha. It's near 'cause duh, it's March. Haha. &amp; it's far 'cause to get to it, I must first take my long, stressing, and final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really, really freaking out. I've always hated having exams, and some of them are even comprehensive! THANK GOD, GEOMETRY ISN'T. But still, I have failed my 4th preliminary exam in Mathematics so I must work on it super, super, super, super to the 1000th power harder this time. PLUS, I have been getting low grades in all of my subjects lately. &amp;amp; I definitely could not afford those kinds of grades anymore. Since majority of them increased last quarter (not that I'm bragging or anything, because I'm not), I need to get them even higher for the sake of my parents' happiness. And if I do, I will finally have a wonderful vacation. Haha. Extreme pressure, guys. Wish me luck. You see, I could've even start studying now to avoid all the cramming but noooo! I am too lazy. :( But do you know what I hate most now? WE ARE GOING TO HAVE A LATE, LATE VACATION. Ugh, I am so annoyed. I can't believe our school year will end on the first or second week of April. I was like, "NO WAAAY!". Everyone will be having a good time in the beach or something while we'll still be in uniforms! Oh damn it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Metro Manila right now. So how exactly was my day today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up at around 8:30 in the morning, watched t.v., ate breakfast, took a bath, and all those stuffs. So afterwards, Nana picked me up. Then, we gave someone a semi-suprise visit. Hahaha. The three of us went to McDo and made a very long McDo commercial. Unfortunately, it will not be aired. Hahaha. :)) After some time there, we dropped off that someone somewhere (haha) and then proceeded to David's and had our nails done. Right after, we decided to go to Shang-ri La. We shopped, had a body srub, ate a lot, chatted, shopped, and shopped. Haha. Talk about over-spending again! Oh my. Oh dear. But nonetheless, we totally had a great time! So around 5 or 6 pm, we left 'cause we ended up getting bored and that's pretty much about it. Haha. We shall do this again, Nana. Miss you, love! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I CANNOT WAIT FOR SUMMER.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114148272271950806?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114148272271950806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114148272271950806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114148272271950806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114148272271950806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/summer-is-so-near-yet-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114129372654785445</id><published>2006-03-02T16:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T20:31:48.380+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Earlier, I was talking to &lt;strong&gt;Jus&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Nanee&lt;/strong&gt; --- two people I shall take over the world with. Haha. Read on, guys. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; whatevs, we all ARE secretly corrupt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; i mean, imagine if you had as much power as the president!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; yeap. true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; hay nako. serious power tripping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; serious Chanel takeover for you hahaha :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; oh &amp; it won't stop there. I will get Prada, Paul Smith &amp;amp; CK! &lt;em&gt;LAHAAAAT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; hala... i am the most corrupt person in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana:&lt;/strong&gt; you know what? if i'm going to run for president, at least, even when people protest against me.. the filipino fags and fashionistas would love me for having so much style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; that's good enough yo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana:&lt;/strong&gt; and i can just bribe the protestors a 10 % discount on selected designer labels. who are they to pass?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; GMA on the other hand, corrupt na nga, no sense of style pa. hihihi :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; LOL YOU GUYS!! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana:&lt;/strong&gt; if she wore more Versace- or something of that nature, THIS wouldn't be happening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; hahaha! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; yeah.. i think thats right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana:&lt;/strong&gt; IT IS RIGHT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana:&lt;/strong&gt; now i'm encouraged to be a politician.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; maybe you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana:&lt;/strong&gt; PLUS, I'll be a dictator. yay. my whole life is planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; oh my, you are insane, nanseeeepoo! &amp; even evil, i must say. :P but i love you still. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;justin:&lt;/strong&gt; wtf you both are, actually. haha. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;nana:&lt;/strong&gt; WE sure are. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;queen:&lt;/strong&gt; mmhmmm...;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, JOIN ME WHILE I RANT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country's current state is f***ing messed up. &lt;strong&gt;GLORIA ARROYO MUST STEP DOWN.&lt;/strong&gt; I do not even get why some people still manage to praise her. That's complete bull****. I also do not get how she could even state that she loves and cares so much about our country. GADDAMNIT---she is insane! Seriously. If she really cares about our country, then she's supposed to listen to the voices of the Filipino people. The Arroyo administration is advertising a sign that discourages people from getting in the Philippines. If our country's recent state will remain, do you think those WWE Superstars would even dare to come back? Apparently not, and note that I'd love to see them back here! &lt;strong&gt;MICK FOLEY, BIG SHOW&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; JOHN CENA, ROB VAN DAM&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;strong&gt; RIC FLAIR, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARLITO,&lt;/strong&gt; and the rest! They're just so much to mention. &amp; I love them all. Hahaha. Back to the topic---what's worse is that it's making us, Filipinos, feel so ashamed of how much we love the Philippines. &lt;em&gt;HAY NAKO.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENOUGH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You just wait until the foreigners want NOTHING to do with the Philippines because of this mess. Just wait until we're all poor. Just wait until we all cannot afford schools of quality. Just wait until we all cannot afford a mere coach bag. &lt;strong&gt;I DO NOT WANT TO END UP CARRYING A GARBAGE BAG TO FIAMA AND EMBASSY, &lt;em&gt;thankyouverymuch.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; The status of our economy is important me. Please, let us unite and stand for all our rights. Let us not let the evil "president" get into our freakin way and completely screw up our country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, everyone probably thinks of changing the Philippines now but you see, no one thinks of changing himself. Yes, because we, too, are corrupt. Okay, so maybe not all of us. But MOST of us are. Admit it now, because I am. &lt;strong&gt;We need change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114129372654785445?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114129372654785445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114129372654785445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114129372654785445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114129372654785445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/03/earlier-i-was-talking-to-jus-and-nanee.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114111471431313881</id><published>2006-02-28T15:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T16:22:25.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A conversation with my 11(soon to be 12)-year-old sister:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. He looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister:&lt;/strong&gt; NO! IT WAS ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Me. I have proofs! Bwahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister:&lt;/strong&gt; ME! ME! ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Oh come on. It was meeeeeeeee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister:&lt;/strong&gt; No... No! He always looks at me. Mwahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Believe me. Go ask people. IT WAS ME! So, dream on! *evil laugh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sister:&lt;/strong&gt; Nah. Me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME:&lt;/strong&gt; Stupid. Hahaha. We'll see. *belat*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was lame, I know. But what the hell happened to my sister? This so cannot be happening! &lt;strong&gt;SHE'S SUPPOSED TO BE A BOY!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Not that it's too early to have a crush at the age of 11. That's not my point. And that's definitely false. In fact, I began having a crush when I was in Kindergarten or even earlier... Haha. I just can't believe she's growing up (although she's still immature:P) already. Time does fly so fast. She actually evolved from being a tomboy to a &lt;em&gt;girl. &lt;/em&gt;ew. ew. ew. Hahaha. Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in a good mood today. Why? Because someone actually noticed my existence. That's new, people. I've been waiting for this moment to come. Hahahaha. Stupid. :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114111471431313881?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114111471431313881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114111471431313881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114111471431313881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114111471431313881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/conversation-with-my-11soon-to-be-12.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114096440827237049</id><published>2006-02-26T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T23:07:34.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just got back from the seminary. They presented a stage play entitled &lt;strong&gt;USIG&lt;/strong&gt; which is an adaptation of &lt;strong&gt;Paul Dumol's "Ang Paglilitis ni Mang Serapio"&lt;/strong&gt;. WOW! I am very proud of those people. The whole cast...crew...the seminarians...&lt;strong&gt;THEY WERE AWESOME&lt;/strong&gt;. They went beyond my expectations. Even my brother, who &lt;em&gt;unexpectedly&lt;/em&gt; (hahaha) did a great job for acting as one of the beggars, also did great by staying/acting on stage for the whole time without saying anything at all (although he did say something --- &lt;em&gt;very&lt;/em&gt; short). Haha. I must say that everyone involved were really good actors. Two thumbs up to the production staff. Way to go, guys! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I still feel exhausted. The field trip, the way I see it, was a total waste of time and money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FIRST DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. JAP's Shoe Factory&lt;/strong&gt;. What on earth did we do there? Hahaha. My comment: BORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Noritake Ceramics&lt;/strong&gt;. All they did was tour us at their factory. We were all sweating and sheeeet. I hated the heat. My comment: MEGA BOOOORING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Science Centrum.&lt;/strong&gt; It was located beside Riverbank Mall. Miriam and Kaila made me remember some dude who looked a lot like some particular dude. Haha. My comment: It was okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. PAG-ASA Weather Forecast&lt;/strong&gt;. I didn't get that place. The room was so crowded which resulted some of us to escape and just stay in the bus. My comment: It was the most boring place ever. Waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Senate House. &lt;/strong&gt;That was the best place out of all the &lt;em&gt;educational&lt;/em&gt; bullcraps we visited that day. My comment: Thank goodness the place was airconditioned. Hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Montevista Hotel. &lt;/strong&gt;FINALLY! We spent the night chillin and walking around. I didn't swim since I thought the pool water was dirty. Before I went to dreamland, Kaila and I wrestled each other and Tala warned us that she'd ... Hahaha. My comment: It was o-kay. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SECOND DAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Gardenia (Philippines).&lt;/strong&gt; I slept. Hahaha. Then, we had a tour around their bread factory. My comment: No comment. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Enchanted Kingdom. &lt;/strong&gt;The most awaited stop. We didn't have enough time to enjoy our stay though since "President" GMA declared that the Philippines is currently in the State of Emergency. Yeah, what-the-hell.&lt;strong&gt; I SO WANTED TO RIDE IN THE SPACE SHUTTLE.&lt;/strong&gt; But no one already wanted to come with me when I finally decided that I wanted to. Haha. My comment: We should've stayed longer. Darn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus ride was...well, I feel so left out. Hahaha. Actually, I slept the whole time! Overall, I was just so bored and exhausted because of all the traveling. So that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have an article to finish. &lt;strong&gt;I SO HATE JOURNALISM!!!&lt;/strong&gt; So much pressure. Actually, it's for the Reader's Digest competiton. Ah, I should've said NO when Sir Castro asked me if I wanted to do it. Deadline's on Febuary 28 so I must mail it tomorrow. TAKE NOTE: I have not started anything at all. Therefore, cramming, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114096440827237049?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114096440827237049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114096440827237049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114096440827237049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114096440827237049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-got-back-from-seminary.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114060995772624458</id><published>2006-02-22T19:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T20:22:05.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Skip Day:&lt;/strong&gt; Stay home from school on March 2, 2006 no matter what school you go to, what state you live in. All kids in the world should have a national skip day. Think about it... Teachers show up and no one is in class... then they'll all leave. They cant punish everyone!!! Tell everyone you know and let's see if it makes it on the news. Why March 2 2006? cuz it's a special day!!! Copy this and send it to everyone you know. MARCH 2, 2006 --- NO SCHOOL!!! PASS IT ON!!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha! It's up to you, guys. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I so cannot wait until the school year is over. I'm dead tired of all the school works. We all deserve a break, you know. Fourth quarter, being the last quarter of the school year, has been a total pain in the ass lately. I have so much things to do and it's just freaking me out! How I wish I could escape the damn pressure. But hell, I can't. &lt;em&gt;Good bye, modeling biz. Good bye, free time. Good bye, fun. Good bye, EVERYTHING!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I have to arrive at school by 1 am for the field trip afterwards. Problem is I haven't packed my things yet. I'm really tired and haven't got much sleep. So I wish I still have the energy to perk up later. Bad news is the teachers had thought of putting up a sitting arrangement in the bus. Well, I think that is so rude of them. How could they separate us from our best friends? Oh well. The only thing that really excites me is our trip to EK. And that is on the second day. I have a feeling that the first day's gonna be boring. I hope not. For goodness' sake, we all have to get our money's worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, &lt;strong&gt;BREAK THE RULES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114060995772624458?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114060995772624458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114060995772624458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114060995772624458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114060995772624458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/skip-day-stay-home-from-school-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114043732652944732</id><published>2006-02-20T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T20:35:46.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 deadly sins.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Envy, Pride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dear. I must be dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I commit/had commited these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and it's not funny, okay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lust &lt;/strong&gt;- BLAH. You do not want to know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gluttony &lt;/strong&gt;- There are times when I eat excessively or talk/think about myself way too much. OH (!) I gossip too. Uh-oh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Greed&lt;/strong&gt;- I always see those children in the streets everyday but I don't do anything about it. I mean, I think about doing something... but I just never do. AND (!) I spend A LOT of money on so much things that really aren't important instead of giving them to charity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sloth &lt;/strong&gt;- I don't think I do anything productive. I mean, it's exam week. I have a deadly test in Biology and Social Studies tomorrow (I do not even have a clue about the lessons the class took last week due to my absences) &amp;amp; yet here I am, blogging when I could just be studying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wrath &lt;/strong&gt;- Well, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;USED TO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; have the worst intentions towards people I loathe. But no, I do not loathe anyone anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Envy &lt;/strong&gt;- AAAAH! A LOT. I am so envious of people who are so much close to perfection. They're living an almost perfect life and I don't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pride &lt;/strong&gt;- If there's one thing I have, it's pride. I can only go so low for something I want SO bad. I hate it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, this is it. I am going to hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forgive me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note:&lt;/strong&gt; I hope I do not scare you with this entry. I'm a good girl too, right. If you don't think so, well at least I try to be. Ack.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Emotional highs are so not fun.&lt;br /&gt;I need a break from all the drama.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114043732652944732?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114043732652944732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114043732652944732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114043732652944732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114043732652944732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/7-deadly-sins.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-114018201216089547</id><published>2006-02-17T21:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T19:12:19.690+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 280px; HEIGHT: 198px" height="232" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/ny9utz.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 252px; HEIGHT: 201px" height="252" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/ny9ul5.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 250px; HEIGHT: 189px" height="227" src="http://i1.tinypic.com/ny9v2g.jpg" width="342" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Little Rascals. &lt;/strong&gt;I LOVE IT. Watch it, dude. You've gotta love it too. &lt;3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114018201216089547?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114018201216089547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114018201216089547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114018201216089547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114018201216089547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/little-rascals.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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://i1.tinypic.com/ny9utz_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950935.post-114010129708019854</id><published>2006-02-16T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T19:12:53.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I did not go to school yesterday and today which is a super BIG NO NO. Tuesday was the only day of my presence in school this week since I was still in Metro Manila last Monday. I really would've gone to class if only I could move. I had a really high fever yesterday and thought it actually subsided last night. To think, I was already looking forward to attend class today. But then,&lt;strong&gt; I STILL COULDN'T MOVE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, my fever's gone but my left eye hurts like hell. Plus, someone stepped/sat on my glasses! Ehh, what-the-heck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I still can't go to school tomorrow. I know, right---I have to. Yet I can't since I need to have an eye check up and according to my mom, &lt;strong&gt;REST&lt;/strong&gt;. Ugh. Exam's on Monday and I really, really, really, &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; hope I could still catch up and do good. Meaning, this weekend will be a terrible one. A deadly one, I must say. Nonstop studying, dude! Oh dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not supposed to be in front of the monitor right now, you see. But I really wanted to vent about how hell-like my week was. I mean, if it wasn't for Valentine's and grandma's arrival, my week was indeed &lt;strong&gt;HELL&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh crap. I think I actually miss school.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-114010129708019854?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/114010129708019854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=114010129708019854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114010129708019854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/114010129708019854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-did-not-go-to-school-yesterday-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-113993785704997799</id><published>2006-02-15T03:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:11:49.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MY PARENTS&lt;br /&gt;ARE&lt;br /&gt;HELLA ANNOYING!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like, hello? A little help here? Could you guys be more supportive?! Out of all the people, you're my parents. And being in that position, you're supposed to understand. Sheeeeet. Later on, you'll again be complaining about my behavior. You know what, if you just treat me right, I wouldn't behave this way. I could've be the oh-so-obedient daughter you wanted. &lt;strong&gt;SUPPORT &lt;/strong&gt;is what I'm asking from you guys. Just that and I'll be really happy. I'm doing my best to cope up...to get higher grades each quarter. But then you were &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; proud of my capabilities. I'm so sorry if I'm not the kind of daughter you were expecting on the 12th of June 1991. Just tell me straight to the point if you feel ashamed for having me as a child. :'(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I'd been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn't quite answer any longer. I remember being in a panic one day at school when I realized that I could not even fake being the old Lizzy anymore. I had, indeed, metamorphosed into this nihilistic, unhappy girl. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Elizabeth Wurtzel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that explains everything. I don't know if I can actually do this on my own, without both of my parents' support and/or words of encouragements. But whatever happens, I will do my best 'til the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Geez, it's 3 a.m. and I'm still awake. My head hurts like hell. School starts at 8 am (7, actually). Gotta wake up by 6:45. Damn printer. It doesn't work right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lord, please help me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-113993785704997799?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113993785704997799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=113993785704997799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113993785704997799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113993785704997799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/my-parents-are-hella-annoying-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-113993514780247756</id><published>2006-02-15T00:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T03:08:08.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THIS WAS THE BEST VALENTINE'S DAY. EVER. &lt;/strong&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from getting&lt;em&gt; a bit &lt;/em&gt;embarassed for not being able to recite the whole declamation piece in Filipino due to my impulsive laughing disease (Hey, I was laughing for a reason. My classmates' were making weird/funny faces. Hahaha) and for not being able to receive a single greeting from the very first dude who actually spelled my FULL name right (Bet &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; time's over, &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;quondam settee-buddy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I finally got all your signals. You left everything behind. lol. I suppose it just "used to be", huh? Hope you're happi&lt;em&gt;er&lt;/em&gt;), my day still went so well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I entered the school gate, I saw freaky wide smiles on all of the people's faces. Hahaha. I was sort of clueless 'til the near end of Biology class --- some friends delivered a freakin' bouquet of red roses from &lt;em&gt;someone&lt;/em&gt;. LOL. Later on, the roses were BULOK. They were kinda decaying already. Hahaha. However, thank &lt;em&gt;you&lt;/em&gt; for that. &lt;em&gt;Quondam settee-buddy&lt;/em&gt; may not have greeted me a Happy Valentine's Day but you did. It's the thought that counts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after class, I went straight to my mom's office where &lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt; and mother picked me up to have dinner with them (Wow. I had my mom's approval for that. lol). Okay, so after spending some time with them, they were off to where they really belong. lol. So, dad arrived and then ate dinner with my family. In case you haven't noticed, I took two dinners and I super ate a lot. Haha. Food is love. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else? I received tons of presents from people --- and that is what I never expected to happen. I mean, even friends from outside the province still managed to send me some stuffs. I feel so much loved. Plus, I got &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt; too when I unintentionally looked at my crush. Guess what? &lt;strong&gt;HE ALSO LOOKED BACK --- STRAIGHT TO MY EYES, SMILING.&lt;/strong&gt; Hahahaha! Yeah, it may also be unintentional but hey, talk about having eye to eye contacts with your crush! LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, it's almost 12:30 am now. Time flies so fast. I'm not even done with my homeworks yet. Haha. Okay, I'm bad --- blogging before doing homeworks. Kids, do not follow. Haha. School's getting so much stressing again. One month more. Right after our 4th quarter finals, I'm FREEEEEEEEE. I can't wait for summer to come. Party, baby! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J, &lt;/strong&gt;thank you for this day one of the best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BRATZ, &lt;/strong&gt;I love you guys. Happy Sweet 16, bessy Valen! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nana &amp;amp; Janna&lt;/strong&gt;, I need to talk to you guys more often. Sometimes, I can only tell you stuff that only us can understand. Love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*my crush*, &lt;/strong&gt;thanks for the eye to eye contact and the smile whether it happened unintentionally or not. lol. I sound so silly. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quondam settee-buddy&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;snob! Hahahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and to the rest, including you (yes, YOU), happy Valentine's Day. Continue to spread the love.&lt;br /&gt;Good night. : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-113993514780247756?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113993514780247756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=113993514780247756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113993514780247756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113993514780247756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-was-best-valentines-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-113923391325207840</id><published>2006-02-06T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T21:57:55.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="#top"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Beauty Tips &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For attractive lips,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Speak words of kindness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For lovely eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seek out the good in people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a slim figure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Share your food with the hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For beautiful hair,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let a child run his fingers through it once a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For poise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Walk with the knowledge you'll never walk alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed. Never throw out anybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:&lt;br /&gt;If you ever need a helping hand, you'll find One at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover that you have two hands. One for helping yourself, the other for helping others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-113923391325207840?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113923391325207840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=113923391325207840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113923391325207840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113923391325207840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/beauty-tips-by-audrey-hepburn-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-113922711469740431</id><published>2006-02-06T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T20:15:22.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;In the past years, I've wasted so much time doing negative things towards myself and others. I have covered up my feelings so deeply that it's going to take years for me to get actually in touch with all of them. I never wanted to be a "bad" person or to hurt anyone else in any way, but no matter what I say, I just continue to sort of hurt myself and sometimes, also the others. If I had a nickel for every minute I wasted on feeling depressed, confused, sad, bitter, and jealous, no doubt I'd be wealthy today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was little and even up to this time, there wasn't a day that went by where I didn't wish that things were different. I love my parents. I don't think I necessarily want different parents. I just kind of wanted my parents to be different, to have different standards of conduct, and different attitudes. But it never happened. They rarely understood my feelings and my point of view. And because they're my parents, they always have that thought that they know everything about what's going on in my life when the truth is, they don't even know a piece of it. How I wish they'd welcome me to open up and make me feel free to vent about everything and anything even if it talks about crushes, teenage drama and all. Yet instead, they make me feel humiliated. They just never understood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier, I figured out that I have no choice but to just deal with it. Besides, we couldn't have exactly everything we wish for. I promise that someday, I'll be the kind of parent I never had and it would be my chance to give the kind of attention my children deserves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"All grown-ups were children first. (But few remember it)."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupery&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never ever forget my childhood. I will remember it forever. With all of me, I swear that I'll always be a child at heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-113922711469740431?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113922711469740431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=113922711469740431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113922711469740431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113922711469740431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/in-past-years-ive-wasted-so-much-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-113914654911830122</id><published>2006-02-05T21:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T22:14:22.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i1.tinypic.com/n6ar0g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;Somewhere, someone is thinking of you. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we couldn't touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it hurts for me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-113914654911830122?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113914654911830122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=113914654911830122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113914654911830122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113914654911830122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/somewhere-someone-is-thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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://i1.tinypic.com/n6ar0g_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950935.post-113906681571535203</id><published>2006-02-04T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-05T16:39:59.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;LET'S PRAY FOR ALL THOSE WHO DIED @ THE STAMPEDE THIS MORNING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It was so unnexpected. Imagine, over 60 people died and like, 400 plus were injured just to get in and watch a noontime show. Yikes. This is one of the reasons why I don't want to ever enter showbiz anymore, never will. I'm okay with modeling and that's it. I don't wanna see people dying, going crazy, and/or fitting into the crowd just to see you. It's friggin' scary. If ever I'd still like to pursue an acting career in the future, I'd rather take broadway or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us just pray for all those poor souls who passed away today. It's the least we can do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-113906681571535203?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113906681571535203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=113906681571535203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113906681571535203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113906681571535203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/lets-pray-for-all-those-who-died.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</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-21950935.post-113905671483393783</id><published>2006-02-04T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T23:42:28.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;THIS IS IT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After weeks of thinking it over, this is my new home. I've been changing blogs a lot since the past years so I hope this would be the last. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I will not be deleting my Xanga blog so everyone else could still take a look at my history. Haha. It's at &lt;a href="http://www.xanga.com/webaholic"&gt;http://www.xanga.com/webaholic&lt;/a&gt;. But from now on, this is where I'll be updating. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who would like to be linked, just tell me through the tagboard. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21950935-113905671483393783?l=mannequeen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/feeds/113905671483393783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21950935&amp;postID=113905671483393783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113905671483393783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21950935/posts/default/113905671483393783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mannequeen.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-is-it-after-weeks-of-thinking-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Queeen ♥</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00020558750727077430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
