<?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-8620099463016706719</id><updated>2011-11-14T21:08:47.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>monologue</title><subtitle type='html'>random thoughts and emotions... just some of my "silent blabbering" that I need to let out and let go for reasons I can't enumerate...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>67</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-4379253566089751146</id><published>2011-10-23T10:39:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:53:56.447+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Lost Love and Friendship</title><summary type='text'>
Some people say that when two friends get too close, they may end up falling in love with each other, or in a more dramatic situation, one may end up falling for the other.
The latter situation though, hits closer to home!
I always wonder if I have this large mark on my forehead that says, "Girl Friend Material" (take note, it's not the one word 'girlfriend'). In fact, one of my girl friends </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4379253566089751146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=4379253566089751146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4379253566089751146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4379253566089751146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-lost-love-and-friendship.html' title='Of Lost Love and Friendship'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2756828203155464531</id><published>2011-10-23T10:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T10:35:16.979+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the love that may never come</title><summary type='text'>
I was debating with myself a while ago on whether I should write about this sudden thoughts I have or not... I was half way on deciding not to when I decided to scroll on @ispeakfemale's tweet trying to look for quotes to update my facebook status (which I change like tons of times) and I came across this one specific tweet, "It's not that I don't believe in love. I'm a very strong believer in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2756828203155464531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2756828203155464531' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2756828203155464531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2756828203155464531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/waiting-for-love-that-may-never-come.html' title='Waiting for the love that may never come'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2890863744763427100</id><published>2011-10-17T11:09:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:40:58.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got You</title><summary type='text'>I.  When you're down, flat on the ground
    Can't see nothing, can't hear no sound
    Don't be lonely, don't feel sorry
    Got your back now, don't you worry

* (So) Get up fight back
           Get back on track
           Hold on, stay strong
           With me by your side
           We'll ride through the tides

II. When you're lost and confused
     Badly wounded and all bruised
     Hang</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2890863744763427100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2890863744763427100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2890863744763427100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2890863744763427100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2011/10/i-got-you.html' title='I Got You'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3496521264752403501</id><published>2010-12-12T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:39:22.797+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tale or Two</title><summary type='text'>♥I've got a tale or two for you
It's neither old nor brand new
You might have heard about it
Or probably known a little bit
This I can assure you though
What I'm about to say, boy they're all true
*Yes I do, I've fallen for you
No you don't have to say you do too
I only want you to hear me out
And know that it's you my heart's calling out
*Stop there and try to listen
My heart's beating to love's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3496521264752403501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3496521264752403501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3496521264752403501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3496521264752403501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/12/tale-or-two.html' title='A Tale or Two'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-515675220254057283</id><published>2010-12-10T19:52:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:40:08.298+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Next Chapter</title><summary type='text'>I. We’re sharing same old storyThat one sad and tragic historyWe’re singing an ancient songThe one that’s always wrongStill dancing to that broken beatThough it’s giving us weary feet

*Why can’t we just move on?Why do we keep on holding on?Trying to put the pieces back togetherWhen we both know it would no longer matter
*That’s why… we’re running in this endless raceKeeping up our own familiar </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/515675220254057283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=515675220254057283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/515675220254057283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/515675220254057283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/12/next-chapter.html' title='Next Chapter'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6417027114485006433</id><published>2010-09-21T10:22:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:38:15.795+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Books and Life</title><summary type='text'>




          It always occur to me how wonderful life is if it would always end up the way the books I'm reading eventually ends; which by the way  most of the time have this '...and they live happily ever after' kind of ending. Yeah, it sounds ideally fantastic but logically unrealistic!
                    I mean come on, who was I kidding? I know that not all things that I've came across </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6417027114485006433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6417027114485006433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6417027114485006433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6417027114485006433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/09/of-books-and-life.html' title='Of Books and Life'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2494572091560148562</id><published>2010-09-21T01:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:38:27.952+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KASAGUTAN</title><summary type='text'>I.  Pa'no to nangyari
   Sa tuwina'y di ko mawari   Damdamin ko'ng ito'y ngayon   Di mabigyan ng kahulugan   Ni kahit ano'ng kasagutan   Tila para'ng isang bata   Na sa kawala'y nawawala
    Hindi ko inasahan 
   Hindi ko napansin
   Bigla na lang nagising
   Sa isang bagay na di hiniling
   
II Ako ngayo'y nalilito
  Di masagot ng isip ko
  Naiinis sa'king sarili
  'Pagkat 'di ko pa ma-amin
  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2494572091560148562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2494572091560148562' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2494572091560148562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2494572091560148562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/09/kasagutan.html' title='KASAGUTAN'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-7004457574629266540</id><published>2010-09-17T09:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:38:38.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Closet Poet</title><summary type='text'>A poem or two I writeHoping to make things rightScrawling things left unspokenA hope to keep things unbrokenInking the voices in my headpouring out the things I dreadA tale of love and life I shareThe pain and hurt I used to bareThoughts I opt to penImmortalized, and never be forgotten In silence now I  ran back for coverlike a heroine finding her loverAnonymous indeed I choose to stayFor now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7004457574629266540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=7004457574629266540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7004457574629266540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7004457574629266540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/09/closet-poet.html' title='Closet Poet'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-9165709738732791999</id><published>2010-07-30T04:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:37:07.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Place</title><summary type='text'>Yeah I know, I'm a frustrated writer, poet and composer rolled into one! hehehhe...



I. I met you one sunny afternoon   Looking so damn cute in your uniform   I thought 'Hey, I wanna see you again soon   Then I felt lilke my heart's been in a storm   Coz you turn your gaze and look at me, Oh boy

Chorus:   It's glorious, I'm victorious   Hope I ain't that obvious   I'm like Alice in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9165709738732791999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=9165709738732791999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9165709738732791999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9165709738732791999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/07/happy-place.html' title='Happy Place'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TFEU9U2IGXI/AAAAAAAAANw/c9MtDcEWk_Q/s72-c/SmileFrownChairs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6471942247264533320</id><published>2010-07-30T04:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:37:19.902+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worst Goodbye</title><summary type='text'>Here we go again... Hmmmmmm... another lyrics.. nothing but lyrics.. hehehhehe






I. We're living in a shadow for so long
   Pretending that nothing's wrong
   Though the air we breathe is telling
   Still we kept thinking it's nothing (now)


Chorus:
   I ain't sure if I can make it this time
   I'm like matching the words that wouldn't rhyme
   My mind's yelling me it's time to let go
   Yet</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6471942247264533320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6471942247264533320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6471942247264533320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6471942247264533320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/07/worst-goodbye.html' title='Worst Goodbye'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TFERHO4mLtI/AAAAAAAAANo/obzcIeJXiPk/s72-c/goodbye.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2006096936661864551</id><published>2010-07-30T04:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:37:35.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk Away</title><summary type='text'>Okay so this is my second attempt to write some lyrics... again, still waiting for someone to put some music into it! Yay! I'm excited for that "musical" moment to take place! So paging, those who know how to make some melodies out there and turn some poems or lyrics into a song, please... sing to me now! heheheh



I. It doesn't make any sense
   So please let's stop the pretense
   I never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2006096936661864551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2006096936661864551' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2006096936661864551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2006096936661864551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/07/walk-away.html' title='Walk Away'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TFELERuhpCI/AAAAAAAAANg/88oKuPi61WE/s72-c/walk+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3007644063099646315</id><published>2010-07-27T01:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:37:46.087+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fast Talk, Real Talk</title><summary type='text'>
I know Thank You's not enoughEspecially when things get too toughfor sticking with me through it allI'll do my best to hear you too when you call
I know at times we bickerBut that made our bond grew thickerI'll always be grateful for your presenceThough at times we talk about non sense
A sister in thought and heart you've beenA worthy shoulder I know I could leanHope our friendship never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3007644063099646315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3007644063099646315' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3007644063099646315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3007644063099646315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-know-thank-yous-not-enough-especially.html' title='Fast Talk, Real Talk'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEzyaCpKsFI/AAAAAAAAANY/7GrzZfq7iYU/s72-c/sisandme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-5211698429632867012</id><published>2010-06-26T11:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:36:25.398+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Quotable Quotes!</title><summary type='text'>













I don't know why but sometimes, I love to say things in deep, poetic manner... nyahahahhaha... Anyways, here are some of those random-weird thoughts, these were the thoughts I have during my euphoric-poet state...☺
 

 "Lesson Learned: I'd rather surround myself with few  but real friends than be with the company of countless fakes and pretenders. Just because you call each other as</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5211698429632867012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=5211698429632867012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5211698429632867012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5211698429632867012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-own-quotable-quotes.html' title='My Own Quotable Quotes!'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TElTIYP_fvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/NmRO-8wjKGo/s72-c/gossip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-5105442034896889167</id><published>2010-04-19T12:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:35:36.681+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS... UNPREDICTABLE</title><summary type='text'>So this is my first attempt to write some lyrics... yeah just lyrics! I'm only scribbling some lyrics coz sadly I don't know how to "construct" some great-O-melody or tune to turn my poems; this time my lyrics into a real song... I'm hoping someday though that someone would sing my song, or songs perhaps... In the near future I pray! ... ^^I. Hey there can't you see?   I've fallen in love with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5105442034896889167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=5105442034896889167' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5105442034896889167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5105442034896889167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-is-unpredictable.html' title='LOVE IS... UNPREDICTABLE'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEv--YAvJQI/AAAAAAAAANA/Y4I1SwD9tVA/s72-c/note+heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-7345540988555202519</id><published>2010-04-19T12:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:35:46.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUT OF TRACK</title><summary type='text'>Confusion invades meSolution escapes theeLost I am, I believeRight direction, I was deceiveNow I'm left in wonderEndless questions with me to ponderDigging my own grave, am I?Waiting 'til it pulls me and dieOr will I listen, pray and stopUntil I pick myself back up?Uncertainty is all I know nowYet I believe this would end somehowI know not how and whenBut when that day comes, I'll say Amen!


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7345540988555202519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=7345540988555202519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7345540988555202519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7345540988555202519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-of-track.html' title='OUT OF TRACK'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEwB_bo5DLI/AAAAAAAAANQ/EYbbXmQBjRw/s72-c/crossroads.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-678845329594201451</id><published>2010-03-12T15:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:31:43.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DEFEATING FAILURE</title><summary type='text'>     Last tuesday was one despairing turning point in my more than twenty years of existence! 
     Call it hunch or intuition but I know beforehand that something would go wrong on that day; and unluckily I turned out to have a good one (hunch).
     "Miss, is looking for you!", a classmate/close friend of mine told me (he was referring to our dean's secretary). That one-liner alone told me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/678845329594201451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=678845329594201451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/678845329594201451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/678845329594201451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/defeating-failure.html' title='DEFEATING FAILURE'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEl09tRepzI/AAAAAAAAALI/w0qWkQCJ7dY/s72-c/winner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2557217475784345193</id><published>2010-03-05T02:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:34:28.252+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERD CLASS: My Fine Dining Experience-Feedback Mode</title><summary type='text'>FINE DINING EXPERIENCE
    “PERD + Fine Dining=Mixed Thoughts” Yes, this was indeed my initial reaction upon learning from Dr. Lupango that we will finally experience Fine Dining firsthand. I have heard tales and stories from friends regarding their personal experiences on Fine Dining; and in all fairness, most of them said that they enjoyed it. 

Fine Dining in its "REAL" sense


examples of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2557217475784345193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2557217475784345193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2557217475784345193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2557217475784345193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/perd-class-my-fine-dining-experience.html' title='PERD CLASS: My Fine Dining Experience-Feedback Mode'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEl2qBHW-qI/AAAAAAAAALQ/TWEC9oix-qM/s72-c/fine+dining.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-7905405265303639725</id><published>2010-03-05T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:34:43.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>PERD CLASS: My Thoughts On CHANGE</title><summary type='text'>As a saying goes, “If nothing ever changed, there'd be no butterflies.”

     From the smallest creature, to every flora and fauna, to the tiniest particle of the matter, and to each human being, we all do undergo change; it may be in form, size, shape, and behavior.




    Change is indeed inevitable. Every thing in this world, living or not, changes or has to change in order to serve its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7905405265303639725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=7905405265303639725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7905405265303639725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7905405265303639725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/03/perd-class-my-thoughts-on-change.html' title='PERD CLASS: My Thoughts On CHANGE'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEl7bZchQXI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/WGVJ9i1_nHs/s72-c/butterfly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3081867203421858588</id><published>2010-03-02T04:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:34:59.491+08:00</updated><title type='text'>twitlonger for @tinkeylicious</title><summary type='text'>I knew @tinkeylicious frOm twitter... she's One Of the few peOple i wOuld really take time reading on their tweets... We're bOth MELASON (Melisa and Jason Of PinOy Big Brother Double Up, fOr thOse whO didn't knOw)  fans but that's nOt just the reasOn why i kinda get hOoked w/ her tweets... I guess this gOes tO shOw that twitter is nOt just sOme sOcial netwOrking site tO gOssip abOut peOple, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3081867203421858588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3081867203421858588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3081867203421858588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3081867203421858588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2010/02/twitlonger-for-tinkeylicious.html' title='twitlonger for @tinkeylicious'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-4981466839990359422</id><published>2009-12-06T12:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:30:42.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MISTAKEN FOR LOVE ♥</title><summary type='text'>He has a face that could turn heads. He stands at a towering height of five feet and 10 inches. He exudes confidence when he walks. He’s friendly and approachable, a lady’s man perhaps. He has this irresistible charm that you just can’t simply turn down.  He has an appeal that could draw every woman’s attention… and I wasn’t an exemption!   
The first time I met him in the flesh was during one of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4981466839990359422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=4981466839990359422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4981466839990359422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4981466839990359422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/12/mistaken-for-love.html' title='MISTAKEN FOR LOVE ♥'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6428910265932059407</id><published>2009-11-04T03:25:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:30:04.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEATURE WRITING CLASS : persOnal experience (remedial work)</title><summary type='text'>THE PURSUIT OF EXCELLENCEBy: Maelette O. Masbate               “We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit”, the famous Philosopher, Aristotle, once said.              I’m a low-maintenance kind of person, an average student to be specific. Getting a passing grade is more than enough for me. Though I always tried to avoid having a failing mark, I never whine nor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6428910265932059407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6428910265932059407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6428910265932059407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6428910265932059407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/11/feature-writing-class-descriptive.html' title='FEATURE WRITING CLASS : persOnal experience (remedial work)'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6719030750906970144</id><published>2009-11-04T03:25:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:29:24.289+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEATURE WRITING CLASS : descriptive feature (remedial work)</title><summary type='text'>AMBASSADOR FRANCISCO L. BENEDICTO MASSCOM STUDIO:More Than Just A StudioBy: Maelette O. Masbate              The newly-hatched chicks are placed inside an incubator so they may be cared for suitably; plants and or other floral species are enclosed in a glass house, particularly known as the greenhouse in order for them to be cultivated and nurtured accordingly; soldiers on the other hand, are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6719030750906970144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6719030750906970144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6719030750906970144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6719030750906970144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/11/feature-writing-class-descriptive_02.html' title='FEATURE WRITING CLASS : descriptive feature (remedial work)'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-8328907736546518313</id><published>2009-10-22T07:52:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:26:51.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEATURE WRITING CLASS : number feature</title><summary type='text'>8 MUST-SEE ROMANTIC COMEDY MOVIESby: Maelette O. Masbate  "If you love someone you say it. You say it right then. Out loud. Or the moment just passes you by."Sounds familiar right? To some movie enthusiast, for sure you’ve recognized this quote. This is a line from the romantic comedy movie My Best Friend’s Wedding starring no less than Julia Roberts as Julliane Potter and Dermot Mulroney as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8328907736546518313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=8328907736546518313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8328907736546518313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8328907736546518313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/10/feature-writing-class-number-feature.html' title='FEATURE WRITING CLASS : number feature'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3260659838321498824</id><published>2009-10-22T07:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:26:37.575+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEATURE WRITING CLASS : descriptive feature</title><summary type='text'>San Remigio: The Rural BlissBy: Maelette O. Masbate  “When I go out into the countryside and see the sun and the green and everything flowering, I say to myself Yes indeed, all that belongs to me!”  ~Henri RousseauWhat better way is there than to spend your soul-searching and stress-relieving activities on a sheltered and nurtured paradise somewhere in the north. Known to have the longest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3260659838321498824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3260659838321498824' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3260659838321498824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3260659838321498824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/10/feature-writing-class-descriptive.html' title='FEATURE WRITING CLASS : descriptive feature'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6177646218220026341</id><published>2009-10-22T07:50:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:27:04.309+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEATURE WRITING CLASS : How-tO feature</title><summary type='text'>HOW TO HAVE GRACE UNDER PRESSURE  by: Maelette O. Masbate
            Thesis. Internship. Projects. Personal Stuff. Family Matters. Social Life…            What more could the fourth year college students ask for? Indeed the life of a senior in College requires not just his or her dedication but it also demands ones ample time and attention. With all these busy schedules and countless deadlines </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6177646218220026341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6177646218220026341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6177646218220026341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6177646218220026341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/10/feature-writing-class-how-to-feature.html' title='FEATURE WRITING CLASS : How-tO feature'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2408724361927669316</id><published>2009-10-22T07:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:27:18.169+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FEATURE WRITING CLASS : persOnal experience</title><summary type='text'>THE THIN LINE BETWEEN FRIENDSHIP AND LOVEBy: Maelette O. Masbate  I'm stubborn, I'm relentless, I'm self-willed, and I stick to my beliefs no matter what...and so I thought!I reckon I would forever live up to my firm belief, "I WOULD NEVER, EVER ALLOW MYSELF TO LIKE A FRIEND... to the point of FALLING FOR HIM!"But darn! Stupid Cupid aimed his arrow at me one day and I just found myself beaming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2408724361927669316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2408724361927669316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2408724361927669316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2408724361927669316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/10/feature-writing-class-personal.html' title='FEATURE WRITING CLASS : persOnal experience'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2330560270582556295</id><published>2009-08-08T14:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:25:34.464+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A pOem fOr mOmmy teeya! ^.^</title><summary type='text'>EVERYDAY


Everyday I wait for you in anticipation
Wishing to have a glimpse of your smile
Coz just the sight of you makes my day worthwhile…


Everyday I yearn in my unguarded reverie
That you will look my way
And make me feel good, you may…


Everyday I wonder with glee
Whether you’ll be around
For your vision is what I’ve found…


Everyday I long with hope in my heart
Distracting myself with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2330560270582556295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2330560270582556295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2330560270582556295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2330560270582556295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/08/poem-for-mommy-teeya.html' title='A pOem fOr mOmmy teeya! ^.^'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2834809680248952199</id><published>2009-08-07T22:39:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:25:48.852+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feature Writing Class - Making a Profile Story</title><summary type='text'>In our feature writing class, Our instructOr asked us tO write a feature stOry abOut our chOsen partner...So here is the Profile stOry I've written abOut my friend Lala (we were partners in this activity). 


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UNSEEN

I wasn't supposed to feel for you this way.
But lately I've noticed,
That just a thought of you completes my day...

I wasn't supposed to think of you this way.
But somehow I feel,
That you wanted me to be okay...

I wasn't supposed to wish for you this way.
But being around you,
Wipes away my worries...

I wasn't supposed to yearn for you this way.
But when you're away,
My mind seemed</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6769008736657524338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6769008736657524338' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6769008736657524338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6769008736657524338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/07/poem-for-him.html' title='a pOem for him...'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/Smh1PimJmNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/0HBYW-zYfJI/s72-c/2425483383_e3ffd754e1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-8257095000109418729</id><published>2009-07-03T15:35:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:24:23.978+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Inspired!</title><summary type='text'>Wow! I've missed this!

It's been a while since the last time that I pOsted sOmethin' here in my blOg. It was quite a lOng lull huh?!

A lot have happened since that last blog post of mine (i'm referring tO my an answered prayer pOst). A few of those events that tOok place were quite sad, sOme were a bit manageable, and mOst of them were surprisingly great! As a matter of fact, I can say that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8257095000109418729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=8257095000109418729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8257095000109418729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8257095000109418729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/07/get-inspired.html' title='Get Inspired!'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2849623768799390695</id><published>2009-07-03T14:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:25:01.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>In GOd's TIme!</title><summary type='text'>Hmmmmmmmm... lOng time nO blOg! 

Well, so what brought me here? I mean, why did I decide to write another blog entry?
Hmmmmmmmmmmm... let's just say the conversation I had with a friend of mine made me decide to blog my thoughts right now..

You see, my friend, let's just call him my textmate, asked me if I could advice him about some love stuff that he's experiencing as of the moment. But </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2849623768799390695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2849623768799390695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2849623768799390695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2849623768799390695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-gods-time.html' title='In GOd&apos;s TIme!'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-4237014385348701692</id><published>2009-03-14T02:34:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:22:23.292+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ANSWERED PRAYER</title><summary type='text'>For the past days, I find it so hard going to sleep without thinking about the mess that I was in. Ever since I found out about the so called "back stabbing" issue of my friends, I never fail to head back to bed with a heavy heart. And same thing in the morning, when I wake up the next day. Every day when I try to open my eyes and to reality, I always wish to just go back to sleep;to not face the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4237014385348701692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=4237014385348701692' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4237014385348701692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4237014385348701692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/03/answered-prayer.html' title='ANSWERED PRAYER'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6830810458222514780</id><published>2009-03-12T13:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:22:37.315+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUMPLED</title><summary type='text'>"I hope both of you rot in hell!" I swear I'm screaming hysterically these words at the back of my mind the moment I heard from our common friends the things that they've done behind my back. 

Back-stabbing, ungrateful friends indeed they were, I told myself half believing it. I can't seem to find any sane reason why despite my being so good to them, they were still able to back-stabbed me like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6830810458222514780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6830810458222514780' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6830810458222514780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6830810458222514780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-hope-both-of-you-rot-in-hell-i-swear.html' title='CRUMPLED'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-1028887383854399372</id><published>2009-03-09T00:53:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:22:50.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMFORTABLY PECULIAR</title><summary type='text'>I can't get him, no I don't get him sometimes, in fact it's most of the times. He's definitely living up to the secret nickname I have given him, "The Weather Man". 

Yes! He's my Weather Man. I name him such because of the way he suddenly shifts his mood. There are times he's in high-spirit, but at times he looks as though his secretly mourning for something, or someone; whichever it is I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1028887383854399372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=1028887383854399372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1028887383854399372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1028887383854399372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/03/comfortably-peculiar.html' title='COMFORTABLY PECULIAR'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-130499637628149216</id><published>2009-01-30T15:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:20:00.791+08:00</updated><title type='text'>KEEP OFF THE GRASS</title><summary type='text'>Everything's sooooooo damn wrong! The warning bell won't seem to stop ringing in my head! Reality seems to shOut at my face all the time, and it keeps On telling me to "BACK OFF!"

Like the sign on some playground or beautifully-manicured lawn, you know, the "KEEP OFF THE GRASS" sign?!

You sure want so bad to go running around the grass, like you're entice to step your feet on it, but you know </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/130499637628149216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=130499637628149216' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/130499637628149216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/130499637628149216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/keep-off-grass.html' title='KEEP OFF THE GRASS'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3329476824907380632</id><published>2009-01-30T00:25:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:20:16.862+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOMETHING'S CHANGED</title><summary type='text'>I hate to admit it but i think something's changed!

'COz right nOw, i'm scared to face reality!

I knOw it's something that i've been trying to avoid frOm the very beginning...

That's why i wish to be away frOm yOu soOn!

It's a must fOr me tO distance myself frOm yOu ASAP...






While i still can!



xoxo,

Mae =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3329476824907380632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3329476824907380632' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3329476824907380632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3329476824907380632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/somethings-changed.html' title='SOMETHING&apos;S CHANGED'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3631534468786536655</id><published>2009-01-26T07:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T15:09:37.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MESSED UP THOUGHTS</title><summary type='text'>what's wrong with me?every thing's so wrong around me lately!don't know what's goin on with me...i need to get my act back together...i have to get back on track...i know i'm not myself lately...maybe because im almost fed up coping with my stupid illnesses...take note, it's with 's'...yeah, i've got a lot of 'health-related issues' goin on...it kinda confused me sometimes on what 'sickness' to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3631534468786536655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3631534468786536655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3631534468786536655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3631534468786536655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/messed-up-thoughts.html' title='MESSED UP THOUGHTS'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-1377058919972495099</id><published>2009-01-13T09:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:20:34.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MyPersonality.info Badge</title><summary type='text'>

xoxo,

Mae =)

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1377058919972495099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=1377058919972495099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1377058919972495099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1377058919972495099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/mypersonalityinfo-badge.html' title='MyPersonality.info Badge'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6324264641284481276</id><published>2009-01-10T01:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:20:47.083+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T FALL IN LOVE</title><summary type='text'>



I was just surfing the net for some friendster profile graphics...
Just want to post this, that's all...
hahahaha...


xoxo,

Mae =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6324264641284481276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6324264641284481276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6324264641284481276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6324264641284481276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/dont-fall-in-love.html' title='DON&apos;T FALL IN LOVE'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SWas-B6jizI/AAAAAAAAAFA/I-4KYs3gZy0/s72-c/poems_288.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-256181227646924687</id><published>2009-01-08T14:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:21:01.830+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TOP 10</title><summary type='text'>hahahaha... i'm about to be bitten by the love bug...AGAIN...

source: everythingvalentinesday.com

Top 10 Romantic Gifts

* A single red rose
* A romantic getaway
* Homemade heart-shaped cake
* Candlelight dinner
* Diamonds
* Wine and chocolate
* A bouquet of favorite flowers
* Personalize romance novel
* Perfumes
* Photo memory book


Top 10 Romantic Scents

* Scent of your partner
* Vanilla
* </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/256181227646924687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=256181227646924687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/256181227646924687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/256181227646924687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/top-10.html' title='TOP 10'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-5866537370486809296</id><published>2009-01-08T13:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:21:13.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>VALENTINE'S DAY MASSACRE</title><summary type='text'>Since the "LOVE MONTH" is fast approaching, I would like to share this beyond the usual "Valentine's Day" story. I came across with this article in the internet. Actually, this is quite the opposite from all those heart-warming and soul-tingling stories of love that we've probably heard or read... After reading this, you would surely view Valentine's Day in a different kind of way... 


</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5866537370486809296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=5866537370486809296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5866537370486809296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5866537370486809296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2009/01/valentines-day-massacre.html' title='VALENTINE&apos;S DAY MASSACRE'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-1551928081926961701</id><published>2009-01-06T14:47:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:21:36.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OPEN MESSAGE / LETTER...</title><summary type='text'>

Dear _i_o,

You said, "IM SORRY"
I wanted to believe you,
but you never proved me that you're
sorry
and you might have asked some girl the
same thing…

You said, "I LOVE YOU"
I was ready to believe you,
but you never showed me that you love
me
and you might have confessed to
another girl as well…

You said, "I MEANT IT"
I was willing to believe you,
but you never proved me that you do
meant it
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"I am sorry", he said....


Now what?... What then would happen after?...


I was caught off guard when he finally uttered those eight-letter words. I wasn't expecting that after those five long years that he had unknowingly broke my heart, he would then realize that he had done me wrong. I can't even count with my own fingers on how many times he'd hurt me. And maybe that constant pain he'd </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5228110118330769298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=5228110118330769298' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5228110118330769298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5228110118330769298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-it-for-real-is-it-just-another-game.html' title='Is it for real, is it just another game?'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SV9xAFpdPpI/AAAAAAAAAEw/axUzneJu5lo/s72-c/Untitled-2copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-1306839661062105519</id><published>2008-12-16T01:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:14:44.622+08:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG!!!</title><summary type='text'>
MyNiceSpace.com


Christmas Myspace Comments


Geeez!!!
Bella and Edward kissing!!!
I just love this scene... They're so cute and so...


LOVE IT!!!


xoxo,


Mae =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1306839661062105519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=1306839661062105519' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1306839661062105519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1306839661062105519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-hooooooooot.html' title='OMG!!!'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-79119565407935195</id><published>2008-12-13T02:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:15:02.204+08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHEN I SEE YOU SMILE</title><summary type='text'>
What's in him?
What's in his face?
and...
What's in his smile?...


"When I see you smile. I can face the world, oh oh,you know I can do anything. When I see you smile. I see a ray of light, oh oh,I see it shining right through the rain.
When I see you smile, Oh yeah, baby when I see you smile at me"... This song by Bad English would instantly play up in my head everytime he smiles at me. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/79119565407935195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=79119565407935195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/79119565407935195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/79119565407935195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-i-see-you-smile.html' title='WHEN I SEE YOU SMILE'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SUHEqQy42TI/AAAAAAAAAEg/NZChFD0GMJU/s72-c/SMILE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-8807561603294647089</id><published>2008-12-10T01:57:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:15:21.282+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLORY OF THE BY LINE</title><summary type='text'>
Wow! I'm overwhelmed with joy and delight!


I never thought that I would have the chance of seeing my name prominently printed on the newspaper.


From the moment I've learned to love writing, I've been wondering since then, "Will I ever get the chance of seeing my own name on the by line?"... SOMEDAY!... I kept telling myself that someday, in the near future, I know I would make it! And true </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8807561603294647089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=8807561603294647089' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8807561603294647089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8807561603294647089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/12/glory-of-by-line.html' title='GLORY OF THE BY LINE'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/ST3OX0WS8AI/AAAAAAAAAEY/MlXwaUWhMMw/s72-c/kudos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-5404959827779353775</id><published>2008-12-10T00:50:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:15:42.122+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST</title><summary type='text'>
This is one of my favorite track from the movie 'TWILIGHT'.... performed by Linkin Park *_*




I dreamed I was missing
You were so scared
But no one would listen
Cuz no else cared
After my dreaming
I woke with this fear
What am I leaving
When I'm done here
So if you're asking me
I want you to know


CHORUS
When my time comes
Forget the world what I've done
Help me leave behind some
Reasons to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/5404959827779353775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=5404959827779353775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5404959827779353775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/5404959827779353775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/12/leave-out-all-rest.html' title='LEAVE OUT ALL THE REST'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/ST2-nkmIpnI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/hNB6bTIP3Yg/s72-c/leave_out_all_the_rest_by_Princess_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-7802273062201637953</id><published>2008-12-04T15:30:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:16:01.639+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLUE CHRISTMAS</title><summary type='text'>




Christmas is in the air


Yet i never seem to care


Wondrin' why i feel this way


When this is supposed to be fun and gay


I hope this feeling will go away


Get rid of it soon, if i may


To old St. Nick riding on his sleighed-reindeer


If i could make a wish this year


It's not for me to be rich and sexy


But for him to come back, 'coz i miss him dearly...


xoxo,


Mae =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7802273062201637953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=7802273062201637953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7802273062201637953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7802273062201637953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/12/blue-christmas.html' title='BLUE CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/STak62Z_CsI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ryaUFR123c4/s72-c/sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-7080710071342350205</id><published>2008-12-01T15:10:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:16:23.554+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TWILIGHT</title><summary type='text'>TWILIGHT is an action-packed, modern-day love story between a teenage girl and a vampire. Bella Swan (Kristen Stewart) has always been a little bit different, never caring about fitting in with the trendy girls at her Phoenix high school. When her mother re-marries and sends Bella to live with her father in the rainy little town of Forks, Washington, she doesn't expect much of anything to change.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/7080710071342350205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=7080710071342350205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7080710071342350205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/7080710071342350205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/twilight-is-action-packed-modern-day.html' title='TWILIGHT'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/STKsIueKQPI/AAAAAAAAADc/YFpTxgOQ30M/s72-c/twilight%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-9192033261960311403</id><published>2008-11-29T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T09:59:45.109+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Did My Fairytale Went?</title><summary type='text'> Belle found her true love in a beast / cursed-prince while Cinderella slide and glide her glass-slippered feet towards her prince charming. Snow White and Aurora were awaken by their true loves' kisses and Rapunzel's prince climbed up her hair to come and rescue her. Jasmine rode on a magic carpet with Alladin while Ariel swam across the ocean towards her handsome prince.


Quite interesting and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9192033261960311403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=9192033261960311403' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9192033261960311403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9192033261960311403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-did-my-fairytale-went.html' title='Where Did My Fairytale Went?'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SS9dFVVEbGI/AAAAAAAAADU/6eGOepm44BE/s72-c/ForgottenFairytales.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2816506309488900803</id><published>2008-11-27T15:00:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:00:29.107+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a fOOtnOte: "The Game Is Almost Over"</title><summary type='text'>the clock is definitely ticking...
soon...
who knows right?!...
it'll be over...
it'll be gone...
i know it...
i feel it...
everything's going to be okay...
i'll be fine...
i'll be better...
i will make it...
i'm going to be happy...
for real...one day...
in GOD's time...


xoxo,



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I am so real... 
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The dawn is breakingA light shining throughYou're barely wakingAnd I'm tangled up in youYeah

I'm open, you're closedWhere I follow, you'll goI worry I won't see your faceLight up again

Even the best fall down sometimesEven the wrong words seem to rhymeOut of the doubt that fills my mindI somehow findYou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8898820110291846063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=8898820110291846063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8898820110291846063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8898820110291846063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-and-i-collide.html' title='you and i &quot;COLLIDE&quot;'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SStduMZ8bPI/AAAAAAAAAC8/1pcWOTkHdo0/s72-c/collide%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-8106014603603068470</id><published>2008-11-25T14:59:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:04:13.022+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting My Life Back</title><summary type='text'>He's gone, FOREVER!...


These words kept haunting me for the past days, whether I'm wide awake or under a magical dream.

Days went by so slowly like a painful, dragging death march. I doubt if this heart-ripping feeling inside me would still cease. Each night I kept praying, bargaining with the ONE up above. Begging Him to bless me with courage and will-power to overcome the poignant and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8106014603603068470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=8106014603603068470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8106014603603068470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8106014603603068470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-my-life-back.html' title='Getting My Life Back'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSrAhSUA5LI/AAAAAAAAACk/D6I095cYDMU/s72-c/Life_Goes_On%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-2669387239339168244</id><published>2008-11-25T14:32:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:04:51.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thinking</title><summary type='text'>10. Build my dream house9. Own my favorite cars8. Taste the world's sumptuous and delicious cuisines7. Have a cruise on the Carribean6. Take a vacation on every country's tourist destination5. Visit my favorite places in the world (Paris and others)4. Be a well-known writer3. Have a wonderful &amp; growing relationship w/ my loved ones2. Be with my one true, God-given LOVE1. Be completely healed! 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/2669387239339168244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=2669387239339168244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2669387239339168244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/2669387239339168244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/wishful-thinking.html' title='Wishful Thinking'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-9146127301978672540</id><published>2008-11-25T02:45:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:05:12.701+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Short Poems for Him...</title><summary type='text'>
I MISS SOMEONE


...so near, yet so far!
...so close, yet so unreachable!
...so real, yet so impossible
...so right, yet so confusing!


TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

false hopes...

sweet lies...

empty words...

impossible promises...

surreal emotions...

FAKE ALL THE WAY!!! 

xoxo,
Mae =)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9146127301978672540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=9146127301978672540' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9146127301978672540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9146127301978672540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-short-poems-for-him.html' title='My Short Poems for Him...'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-4886636162274181043</id><published>2008-11-23T14:49:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:05:37.891+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SENSITIVITY is NOT a CRIME</title><summary type='text'>They don't get me, no, they can't get me at all. I'm sensitive, I won't deny it. In fact I accept it whole-heartedly. Yes, I'm sensitive but it doesn't mean I don't accept criticisms.


I know how to handle word wars, I know how to deal with back-stabbing people, and I absolutely know how to react with all those soul-scorching curses thrown at me. I'm human, I have a heart, I feel.

If people </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4886636162274181043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=4886636162274181043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4886636162274181043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4886636162274181043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/sensitivity-is-not-crime.html' title='SENSITIVITY is NOT a CRIME'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSgWNsDwOoI/AAAAAAAAACc/RIoDmp3FBkM/s72-c/vorschau_sensitive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-8444441756519129325</id><published>2008-11-23T01:30:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:05:58.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DILEMMA</title><summary type='text'> How rational are you when it comes to falling in love? Do you think about it carefully and prepare for its possible effects towards you...or do you just savour the moment and allow love to to take its scene?


Well if you're going to throw back the question at me, I'm not really sure which one will I choose. Most of the times I am a risk-taker, but there are moments in my life as well that I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8444441756519129325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=8444441756519129325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8444441756519129325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8444441756519129325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/dilemma.html' title='DILEMMA'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSdkU9Mj0_I/AAAAAAAAACU/Uu2gxNRicmM/s72-c/Hanging20tree20moon20email%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-5225550878561036424</id><published>2008-11-22T12:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:07:31.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'>got nothin' in my head ayt now.....</title><summary type='text'>
I'll just post my poem since can't think of anythin' or somethin' to write as of now...
:)



Nov. 12, 2008
THE SUDDEN SHIFT

I was broke,he came… unexpectedly
I smiled again,he talked,… surprisingly
I enjoyed,he shared… willingly
I got confused,he reassured… undoubtedly
I finally fell,he changed… instantly
I still hoped,he backed off… unmindfully
Still I’ve waited,he left me behind… completely
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It's been how long? A week or two? More than 10 days? I guess I already lost track counting the days that went by. 


It's not that long though because I can still picture it inside my head. Every single day that have passed by was like a living nightmare for me. I don't have any idea how did I get through with it. 

 It's not easy getting over heart aches, one after the other. After I thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/8480021734219336870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=8480021734219336870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8480021734219336870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/8480021734219336870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/sowing-my-heart.html' title='I Am My Own Tailor'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSOJqaQFB_I/AAAAAAAAABw/Awgsvt5ri1k/s72-c/Broken_Heart_by_starry_eyedkid%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-6766385119137728490</id><published>2008-11-20T01:33:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:09:40.744+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprisingly Mirrored</title><summary type='text'>
"First impressions last..."

Is this saying a sure thing all the way? At all times? And is it true to all?... If you're going to ask me, I think you need to think twice!
You see, I have this classmate. At first, I thought of her as someone that I wouldn't be able to get along well with. We might attend the same classes and we might bump into eachother in the campus every now and then, but we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/6766385119137728490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=6766385119137728490' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6766385119137728490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/6766385119137728490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/surprisingly-mirrored.html' title='Surprisingly Mirrored'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSNsGBJ82XI/AAAAAAAAABo/oqXnpgxieyA/s72-c/mirror-1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-4591171204768185524</id><published>2008-11-18T03:55:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:10:04.229+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Restless Knight</title><summary type='text'>It's true, he came unexpectedly, without a warning. 

But then who would ever thought that I would end up this way? Blabbering dreamingly about him to my friends on how 'sweet' and 'funny' he is, or WAS.Who would ever thought that I would eventually like him this much even though we've spent less than a week trying to keep our communication 'alive' on every 'gadget' possibly avaible on the face </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/4591171204768185524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=4591171204768185524' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4591171204768185524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/4591171204768185524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/restless-knight.html' title='My Restless Knight'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSLC_gSRpiI/AAAAAAAAABg/ZbJ18tpOXZo/s72-c/Knight_by_SakuraMitsukai%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3237877381447223793</id><published>2008-11-18T02:52:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:10:21.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Was I?</title><summary type='text'>Where was I yesterday?


I wasn't able to post anything on my blog yesterday, not even a single word despite the fact that I vowed to myself to post something every single day of my life (just to keep my sanity and to avoid overflowing of my 'hidden' emotions)... Well, to make up for what I've missed, I'll just repost my last entry from my friendster blog...hahahaha..

This is called, recycling..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3237877381447223793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3237877381447223793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3237877381447223793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3237877381447223793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-was-i.html' title='Where Was I?'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSOO98kESWI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cow6X3zGx5Q/s72-c/315477p6de2359a5%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3700948392689970207</id><published>2008-11-16T15:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:03:45.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS: Come Rescue Me</title><summary type='text'> I am really confused right now. 

I don't know what's got into me. I'm desperately hoping that I would get all the answers to these never ending questions in my head about this certain guy. 

I've finally learn to like him a lot, big time in fact, but it seems that he has finally made up his mind about me. I'm not really sure what's that about, but my guess would be that, he thinks I'm the most </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3700948392689970207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3700948392689970207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3700948392689970207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3700948392689970207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/sos-come-rescue-me.html' title='SOS: Come Rescue Me'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/SSIbrySAFBI/AAAAAAAAABY/39EeFBoKa5s/s72-c/FIXING-C%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-9148198485395423712</id><published>2008-11-16T14:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:10:40.381+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOXTRUTH: Sisters by Heart</title><summary type='text'>



FOXTRUTH - the moment you hear the word, you would probably think that it's a name of a certain platoon in a military camp, or if not you would say that it sounds like a certain kind of dance. But actually, it's neither of the two!

FOXTRUTH... this is what me and six of my friends named our group. I know, it sounds far-fetched, but I believe our name is unique!


Why did I say so? Well it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/9148198485395423712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=9148198485395423712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9148198485395423712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/9148198485395423712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/foxtruth-sisters-by-heart.html' title='FOXTRUTH: Sisters by Heart'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEaid-tXjTI/AAAAAAAAAHY/KsjhpfJNUfY/s72-c/foxtruth.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-3111731467783540444</id><published>2008-11-15T03:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:10:56.735+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream ON!</title><summary type='text'> I was wrong ,and at the same time, right about him...  
Sounds confusing, right? Well, as confusing and weird as it may sound but what I've just said is true. WOndrin' why?... 

Well, let me tell you first why I was wrong about him... 

I was wrong about him because I thought that he was still the same guy that I knew many years ago. I was expecting that he was still the "double S" guy, SHY and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/3111731467783540444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=3111731467783540444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3111731467783540444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/3111731467783540444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/dream-on.html' title='Dream ON!'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEau8vnPP1I/AAAAAAAAAIg/Tax19mMGpPI/s72-c/new+guy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8620099463016706719.post-1839996926118351972</id><published>2008-11-15T01:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2011-10-24T10:11:48.265+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Need To Change</title><summary type='text'>My Life... Such a broad thing to talk about... I think I can't wrap up my Life's story in one day. Yeah, sounds exagerrating but it's definitely true...
Though I don't have that picturisque and vivid childhood memory, but I know deep down inside that those memories were fun-filled and close-to-perfect. 
Being the youngest in the family my parents lavished me with things I needed and wanted though</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/feeds/1839996926118351972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8620099463016706719&amp;postID=1839996926118351972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1839996926118351972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8620099463016706719/posts/default/1839996926118351972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://this-is-mae.blogspot.com/2008/11/need-to-change.html' title='Need To Change'/><author><name>this.is.MaE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00849927734080917586</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TCNQaD7ZIOI/AAAAAAAAAGo/h9CC5KAxtWY/S220/IMG0036A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4SV5sg3buMk/TEas60cmHPI/AAAAAAAAAIY/jO3MGRSWtKk/s72-c/FamilyGuy-BH-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
