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| My Life (or about me) |
| My love to my family: >Mama and Papa... thank you for everything... >Yna kulit...& Abbey ching ching... my cute pamangkinz >All my brothers... >Ate... (diet na tayo ne?) Other relatives... |
| >>called over the net as manderley*s angel or simply m*a||loves, to the point of almost breathing anime||frappuccino lover... esp. mocha||likes to watch those cheesy crime dramas||calls herself smart nerd||says mmgonnachargeforthis, dollardollar, in one breath||fascinated by jpop, kpop n cpop, opm and other asian pop||no fashion sense whatsoever||says no to makeup||likes chocolate ice cream||hates zits||fav books are The Awakening, Jane Eyre, Joy Luck Club amongst others||loves her AP US Hist. class junior year||lover of the English language||wants to write a novel ab. her immigrant experience||hates 17||real name will not be disclosed||age 18+||is amateur at website produc.||loves Fushigi Yuugi||loves Tamahome even more|has a messy desk||obsessed with cellphones; F4, anime, novels, love stories||loner||isolates herself in a glass ball*||kind heart||once had a broken heart, mended||says "stupid" alot||budding Nursing student||loves surfing the web||lives and breathes for life itself<< |
| Why manderley's angel? The word "manderley" came from Alfred Hitchcock's movie entitled Rebecca. Manderley was the name of the huge estate owned by the male protagonist Maxim de Winter. I saw this movie in my Cinematography class this spring. I just thought that adding the word "angel" accentuates the word "manderley." |
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| Its Called A Life |
| Currently obsessed with: minitokyo |
| to love one self is the beginning of a life long romance... -Oscar Wilde |
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| When You Start Breaking Out In Song... -- Eating in the Caf is really a dining experience by itself. Horrible, semi-standard food (mash potatoes are a staple.) while being thrust into a room full of bustling college students either busy chit chatting with their own exclusive little cliques, or busy with grabbing a white styrofoam to-go box so that they can hurry to yet another class. But the most statisfying experience of eating is eating the same bad cuisine with your good friends. I think my day overall, without ceasing or failure, brightens up with the jokes of my gal pals while snorting off what decent food we can scrounge on (ranging from the occasionaly lasagna or the perennial beef steak) There is always the already overused "Pinocchio--I'm a real boy" bit by Steph and Lisa, but it still gets some obscure laughs, to my embarassing try at telling the "diabetic fat cat" story... *deadly silence* which just reinforces the fact that I'm not one bit a commedianne... -________-* or the incessantly catchy song composed by our own Steph.... everyone shudders as they hear the chorus -- "Sexy Sexy Sexy..." that always either tends to make all the girls choke on their drink, or laugh in insane laughter and giggles. Maybe its the food, or may be this is just college. m*a reporting from APU, 2004 [Archive] 1.1 First West Microwave and the Roman |
| personal thoughts from m*a's daily adventures... |
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