<?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-643636577276127062</id><updated>2011-11-27T20:30:42.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the princess of the mangoes</title><subtitle type='html'>the ramblings of a filipina-american, new yorker aspiring to be E-I-C and eventually, queen of the world.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>79</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-6464007512578081622</id><published>2009-01-11T12:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T12:51:10.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>well...</title><summary type='text'>it's 2009.Half-way through the first full week of work there were massive layoffs. So it didn't exactly start in the best way. But I'm still around. (Yay?)I'm trying to be positive, really. But I'd rather just sit in pajamas and devour a tub of ice cream with brownies. WHAT'S SO WRONG WITH THAT, WORLD?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/6464007512578081622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=6464007512578081622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6464007512578081622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6464007512578081622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2009/01/well.html' title='well...'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-3000628573824071211</id><published>2008-12-28T16:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T17:46:53.104-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2008 is almost over</title><summary type='text'>What a tumultuous ride. Here's a recap:January: I officially graduated college. Wooo.February: My boss called me into her office and told me they lost funds for my position and that I have less than two weeks at work. My reaction: "Oh shit." (In my head of course.)March: Started another job that my old boss helped me find. Yay.April: Family cruise to Bermuda. You know you're growing old when you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/3000628573824071211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=3000628573824071211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3000628573824071211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3000628573824071211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008-is-almost-over.html' title='2008 is almost over'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-2263374654086541967</id><published>2008-12-06T21:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T21:44:58.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'>There is such a thing as being too thin</title><summary type='text'>I stopped by a Barnes &amp; Noble earlier this week and picked up a few women's magazines to look at pretty layouts and clothes (who reads these days anyway?). I noticed something similar in all of them: they were noticeably lighter. I had a stack of four and I didn't feel burdened at all. Cosmo, Lucky, Self, Glamour. They were all thinner. And now my Marie Claire subscription just arrived. It's much</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/2263374654086541967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=2263374654086541967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2263374654086541967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2263374654086541967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/12/there-is-such-thing-as-being-too-thin.html' title='There is such a thing as being too thin'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-3411887717370040065</id><published>2008-11-30T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T15:57:28.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to business</title><summary type='text'>The long holiday weekend is over and it's back to work tomorrow. I guess that has its positives: I won't be stuffing my face with pie every hour and I'll actually get something done.As far as freelancing goes, I'm lacking ideas as to what to write for a specific site. I'm drawing a blank. That's the hard part about being a freelance writer-- you always have to have ideas or else you won't be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/3411887717370040065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=3411887717370040065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3411887717370040065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3411887717370040065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-to-business.html' title='Back to business'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-557566588952244974</id><published>2008-11-22T10:26:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T10:35:18.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>these boots are made for freelancing (and walking!)</title><summary type='text'>Meet my new babies. They're prettyyyyyyy...casual, but not too casual, with heels totally comfortable to walk in.  They're well worth it. Even though I haven't even gotten paid for my first freelancing gig yet.The holidays are here, so I hope you all have a happy holidays. Times are still shitty, but what can you do now, right?When life gives you lemons, you make margaritas and enjoy. (I think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/557566588952244974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=557566588952244974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/557566588952244974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/557566588952244974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/11/these-boots-are-made-for-freelancing.html' title='these boots are made for freelancing (and walking!)'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5621156412658666424</id><published>2008-11-17T22:47:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T22:57:35.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap, I'm turning into Carrie Bradshaw, minus the Manolos and rent controlled apartment, and all the sex, boo.</title><summary type='text'>I have great news: An old editor recently contacted me about freelancing opportunities and so of course I said HELL FREAKIN YES! (Not with those exact words but I pretty much conveyed to her how I'd loooooove to do it.)I've been saying I should get into freelance work since before graduation, but I never took the initiative to actually do it (I'm a procrastinating bastard like that). So I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5621156412658666424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5621156412658666424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5621156412658666424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5621156412658666424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/11/crap-im-turning-into-carrie-bradshaw.html' title='Crap, I&apos;m turning into Carrie Bradshaw, minus the Manolos and rent controlled apartment, and all the sex, boo.'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4978240731893906972</id><published>2008-11-07T22:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T23:00:43.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What a week.</title><summary type='text'>Do I need to mention it? Congratulations, President Barack Obama. Thank you, America. Thank you thank you thank you. Let's hope the good news keep coming.Speaking of news, I'm disappointed that the Philippines is one of the few countries who favored McCain over Obama. I'm disappointed, but I realize that my country has a long history of colonialization and therefore has an inferiority complex </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4978240731893906972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4978240731893906972' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4978240731893906972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4978240731893906972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-week.html' title='What a week.'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5368356041851750755</id><published>2008-11-02T12:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:37:41.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm so excited! I'm so excited! I'm so...scared" Oh, Jessie Spano</title><summary type='text'>The good news: Happy November!The potentially (hopefully) good news: 2 days till election day! TWO days! We can vote the Republicans out of the White House! Let's do it! (Please oh please, America, I don't want to be depressed on November 5th.)The not so good news: The economy still sucks. Not that anyone needed to be reminded of that. Oy. I read Gawker.com and Mediabistro.com everyday and for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5368356041851750755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5368356041851750755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5368356041851750755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5368356041851750755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-so-excited-im-so-excited-im-soscared.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m so excited! I&apos;m so excited! I&apos;m so...scared&quot; Oh, Jessie Spano'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1718432050389917615</id><published>2008-10-16T21:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T11:43:47.947-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need airquotes to say You Are An ASSHOLE, John McCain</title><summary type='text'>I chose to watch the season finale of Project Runway last night instead of the first hour of the presidential debate. And I don't regret that choice because hearing McCain speak and hearing him debate with Obama makes me sick. But I did tune in to the debate after Project Runway, just in time to hear both candidates' views on late-term abortion and women's health. This time, hearing McCain's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1718432050389917615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1718432050389917615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1718432050389917615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1718432050389917615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-dont-need-airquotes-to-say-you-are.html' title='I don&apos;t need airquotes to say You Are An ASSHOLE, John McCain'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4441843359987796951</id><published>2008-10-14T21:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T21:45:55.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me, Google?</title><summary type='text'>Is Google trying to tell me something through its Google ads? First it's the "Chubby Girl No More" ads and now its nursing classes.Dear Google,Mind your own business.Thanks,Miss not fat and not interested in nursing Mango.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4441843359987796951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4441843359987796951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4441843359987796951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4441843359987796951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/10/excuse-me-google.html' title='Excuse me, Google?'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-6594871496929526932</id><published>2008-10-11T15:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T15:34:01.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh hey, it's October</title><summary type='text'>I feel bad starting October (well, its already kinda mid-October but whatever) on this blog with a sad note, soooooo....I share with you Yes We Can (hold babies). You may not be the most fervent Obama supporter, but after looking at this site you just may like him a little more. Or at least have a smile on your face and that is priceless. Plus, who can resist some cuuuute little babies?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/6594871496929526932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=6594871496929526932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6594871496929526932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6594871496929526932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/10/oh-hey-its-october.html' title='Oh hey, it&apos;s October'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8774070742555777107</id><published>2008-10-11T11:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-11T11:47:40.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP CosmoGirl (Or Shitfuckshit, part 3, but I don't want to know how many parts this is gonna have)</title><summary type='text'>Oyyyyyy.I've only read a few issues of CosmoGirl. When the mag came out, I was already done with teen magazines and was moving on to bigger and better things, like the real Cosmopolitan and then other magazines after finding out that those 101 sex tips can be made up by a monkey. A horny and crazy monkey, with a bit of taste in fashion too.But it's not about the magazine itself, but what its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8774070742555777107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8774070742555777107' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8774070742555777107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8774070742555777107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/10/rip-cosmogirl-or-shitfuckshit-part-3.html' title='RIP CosmoGirl (Or Shitfuckshit, part 3, but I don&apos;t want to know how many parts this is gonna have)'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5738228219247617138</id><published>2008-09-28T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T23:37:06.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitfuckshit, continued.</title><summary type='text'>I'm terrified.I'm looking at job openings and they are not plenty.Which leads to the dilemma: Do I stick it out for this women's lifestyles magazine/website editorial dream job, or do I cave, become practical and hope the dream comes true someday?And then, do I stick to writing/communications/media? Or do I go somewhere more practical, stable, lucrative?I never thought about what happens after </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5738228219247617138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5738228219247617138' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5738228219247617138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5738228219247617138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/09/shitfuckshit-continued.html' title='Shitfuckshit, continued.'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1494601702577384915</id><published>2008-09-27T00:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T00:23:59.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s</title><summary type='text'>It's been a ridiculous couple of weeks at work, people are "resigning" here and there, and with financial institutions failing, unemployment rising, it's scary. Scaryyyy. That's all I can say because I don't know what else to say/do. Shit. Shitfuckshit. I think that sums up the sentiments of most Americans anyway, right?And people are still voting for Republicans because....?I'm thankful to still</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1494601702577384915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1494601702577384915' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1494601702577384915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1494601702577384915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-shit-is-bananas-b-n-n-s.html' title='This shit is bananas, b-a-n-a-n-a-s'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8614586580867606748</id><published>2008-09-06T19:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T20:54:44.417-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If starving models and Posh can do it, well so can I</title><summary type='text'>It's September! I survived one month without shopping (to make up for that one stray weekend, I stretched it out to the first week of September, so ha). And so I think it's only fitting that I reward myself with shopping!Platform pumps are tempting me right now and while the pairs I've seen in the past seemed skanky to me, I'm willing to let go of that judgment and consider getting a pair. I will</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8614586580867606748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8614586580867606748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8614586580867606748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8614586580867606748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-starving-models-and-posh-can-do-it.html' title='If starving models and Posh can do it, well so can I'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8220392641661879770</id><published>2008-09-01T13:29:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T13:41:17.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Princess Mango, Fat Fighter</title><summary type='text'>Wouldn't that be an awesome superhero name?Now that the free fitness classes  held by NYC parks are over, I need to figure out a way to keep exercising. I'm looking into donation-based yoga classes but I think I need a little more cardio. Call me crazy, but I think I prefer running on a machine more than running outdoors. Maybe it's because my neighborhood is a little ghetto, maybe I'm too lazy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8220392641661879770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8220392641661879770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8220392641661879770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8220392641661879770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/09/princess-mango-fat-fighter.html' title='Princess Mango, Fat Fighter'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-2605374404544699717</id><published>2008-08-24T21:34:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:53:42.605-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Team USA, eff that, Go Me!</title><summary type='text'>I did it: one weekend without shopping. I went into Forever21 on Friday and American Apparel today and bought nothing. The shopping habit can and WILL be conquered! (To be fair though, Forever21 at Union Square has nothing right now.)In other news, I'm super happy because one of my slideshows (my all-time favorite assignment so far) is the 2nd most popular slideshow on the site after less than 2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/2605374404544699717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=2605374404544699717' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2605374404544699717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2605374404544699717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/08/go-team-usa-eff-that-go-me.html' title='Go Team USA, eff that, Go Me!'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-402224324252635139</id><published>2008-08-16T14:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T14:19:57.658-04:00</updated><title type='text'>asdfgh!@#$ or.. i don't know what i'm doing with my life</title><summary type='text'>I'm sure it's normal for someone right out of college to not be so sure what the hell is going on with her life. To not have a plan to follow or not know what the next step is. Right??But see, I'm the type of person who likes having a plan, who neeeeeds to know what to expect, what's next on the to-do list, especially when it's my own frickin life. (Yes, maybe I do have a control problem, but is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/402224324252635139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=402224324252635139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/402224324252635139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/402224324252635139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/08/asdfgh-or-i-dont-know-what-im-doing.html' title='asdfgh!@#$ or.. i don&apos;t know what i&apos;m doing with my life'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5509139856278436984</id><published>2008-08-09T22:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T22:47:14.652-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my weekend of sin</title><summary type='text'>I did something I wasn't supposed to do. Twice.I shopped.But, one could argue that well-fitting jeans are hard to find, and so when one finds such a pair, ON SALE at that, one MUST buy it. One can also argue that bras are necessary, and so when a good pair goes on sale for two for one, one MUST take advantage.I can't rationalize my buying a JCrew shirt, but it was on sale too. So really, I didn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5509139856278436984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5509139856278436984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5509139856278436984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5509139856278436984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-weekend-of-sin.html' title='my weekend of sin'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1864893893089655478</id><published>2008-08-03T13:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T13:54:09.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>having a credit card bill to pay makes you realize something...</title><summary type='text'>that spending money on crap you don't really need is not such a smart idea. I've had my credit card for more than two months and I've managed to consistently spend about $300 a month on clothes, shoes and bags. That's about a week of pay a month. Not on food, not on transportation, not on groceries. Just on frivolous, spontaneous things (granted, they are pretty things...).And so for the month of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1864893893089655478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1864893893089655478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1864893893089655478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1864893893089655478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/08/having-credit-card-bill-to-pay-makes.html' title='having a credit card bill to pay makes you realize something...'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1207516220983955676</id><published>2008-07-20T14:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T14:25:13.342-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in the papers...</title><summary type='text'>Today's New York Times has an article about Si Newhouse, Conde Nast's chairman. It's refresing (and I have to admit, encouraging) that the company's head is considered shy, "strikingly ill at ease in conversation" and not at all imposing. It's good to hear that you don't have to be aggressive and an over-the-top character to be on top. (Let's just not dwell on the fact that he inherited the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1207516220983955676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1207516220983955676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1207516220983955676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1207516220983955676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/07/in-papers.html' title='in the papers...'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-287540774042121584</id><published>2008-07-13T17:23:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T17:34:56.217-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does anyone write in a journal anymore?</title><summary type='text'>It's hard to believe that something that used to be so common is now so foreign: writing. With a pen, thoughts into words, flowing, on paper.The last time I wrote on paper was when I was in Spain, living in a dorm with only one working computer on the other side of the building. I found myself writing down thoughts a couple of times on nights that I just couldn't sleep yet. Or when I had no one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/287540774042121584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=287540774042121584' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/287540774042121584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/287540774042121584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/07/does-anyone-write-in-journal-anymore.html' title='Does anyone write in a journal anymore?'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4932767570104761001</id><published>2008-07-01T19:00:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T19:26:17.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>seeing my name never felt so good</title><summary type='text'>The website's main panels this week link to a story and a slideshow package bonanza by moi. It's like the equivalent of getting the front page or cover story. I love it! Aaand my first big piece for the site is up. Yay! I guess this is like when a little kid is in school and she brings home an big, red A+ on a test or project (but actually, I never beamed over my grades in school. I'm Asian. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4932767570104761001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4932767570104761001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4932767570104761001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4932767570104761001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/07/seeing-my-name-never-looked-so-good.html' title='seeing my name never felt so good'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8841461118904645554</id><published>2008-06-24T20:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T20:48:33.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it's hard out here for an intern</title><summary type='text'>Gawker has a post up today about starting a career in media in NYC, specifically, how???! It's not easy, anyone without rich, well-connected parents can tell you that. We all can't be Anna Wintour's daughter and be a contributing editor for Teen Vogue without even finishing college. Or Lauren Conrad who gets to be a fashion designer without even having talent (I can freakin cut holes out of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8841461118904645554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8841461118904645554' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8841461118904645554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8841461118904645554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/06/its-hard-out-here-for-intern.html' title='it&apos;s hard out here for an intern'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1895933325140611809</id><published>2008-06-21T21:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T21:30:53.272-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer is here!</title><summary type='text'>What a grrrreat way to start off the summer-- with a free hour and a half session of Bikram yoga in the middle of Times Square. The sun decided to beam right on Times Square about halfway into the session and my dripping sweat made the SPF in my facial moisturizer sting my eyes and made me tear for a good 30 minutes, but whatever. I got to work out, learn a new form of yoga, get free yoga coupons</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1895933325140611809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1895933325140611809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1895933325140611809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1895933325140611809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/06/summer-is-here.html' title='summer is here!'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-7348359084209248236</id><published>2008-06-14T22:01:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T11:44:43.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the best things in life are free</title><summary type='text'>What do you do when you need to get back in shape but earning an hourly wage and you'd rather splurge on shoes than a gym membership? Get out there and do it for free!I've been going to Bryant Park Yoga and I really hope to stay on track. I discovered this last summer and either my work schedule didn't permit or I was just too lazy/intimidated/not at all willing to sweat my butt off. But nowwww, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/7348359084209248236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=7348359084209248236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7348359084209248236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7348359084209248236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/06/best-things-in-life-are-free.html' title='the best things in life are free'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-6815790932301921746</id><published>2008-06-03T21:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T21:39:47.319-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my feminist heart wants to cry a little</title><summary type='text'>This presidential election has been historic, that needs not be said anymore. Two atypical politicians rose to the top and became viable candidates for president, and now a "black" American is even closer. (Quotation marks because Obama is as much white as he is black and it is ridiculous that we only recognize the black part. Racism? Check.)  I am proud that someone with Obama's background is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/6815790932301921746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=6815790932301921746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6815790932301921746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6815790932301921746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-feminist-heart-wants-to-cry-little.html' title='my feminist heart wants to cry a little'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4259179679086464108</id><published>2008-06-02T20:19:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T20:21:47.412-04:00</updated><title type='text'>common sense, fashion sense and sex and the city</title><summary type='text'>So the big movie of the summer is here, for those with vaginas anyway. If you're a fan of Sex and the City the show, you'll enjoy the movie. If you're not a fan, then um, duh, don't see it. Don't criticize what you don't understand. And leave me and everyone else to enjoy in all things girly and fabulous. Looking for a feminist manifesto on screen? You're not gonna find it here. Just like you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4259179679086464108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4259179679086464108' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4259179679086464108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4259179679086464108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/06/common-sense-fashion-sense-and-sex-and.html' title='common sense, fashion sense and sex and the city'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1926030774065096833</id><published>2008-05-12T21:36:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T21:56:39.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>More Sex! but first take off your hat</title><summary type='text'> Getty ImagesI get that Carrie/SJP has a unique sense of style. I get it. But who the hell told her to wear a dead plant on her head? Patricia Fields, you may have taken it a bit too far. Get rid of the stupid hat!And why did the film first show in London instead of New York City? Wouldn't it be oh so fitting for it to be here? Even at the New York Public Library?Ugh...she has moss in her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1926030774065096833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1926030774065096833' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1926030774065096833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1926030774065096833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/05/more-sex-but-first-take-off-your-hat.html' title='More Sex! but first take off your hat'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-6695177425571634409</id><published>2008-05-04T20:57:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T21:26:54.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement means beginning and blah blah blah</title><summary type='text'>It's May. For some, it's the end of college. And hello to the real world? The thing is, my graduation won't really hold that same weight because I've  been out in the so called real world since...December? This whole one graduation ceremony for May, August and December grads really sucks. I don't really know how to feel about attending commencement exercises, other than having to go, since eh, my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/6695177425571634409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=6695177425571634409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6695177425571634409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6695177425571634409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/05/commencement-means-beginning-and-blah.html' title='Commencement means beginning and blah blah blah'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1159104470480932075</id><published>2008-04-28T23:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:10:07.045-04:00</updated><title type='text'>'cause we all just wanna be big rock stars</title><summary type='text'>YouTube. MySpace. FaceBook. Flickr. Twitter. Blogger (ahem). This list could go on and on and on with social networking and filesharing sites. But I think I'm a little too old to be in that demographic whose entire life is broadcasted on the internet. (or maybe I just feeeel older, since really, a lot of my peers seem to still be into the glory of the World Wide Web. or maybe it's just because I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1159104470480932075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1159104470480932075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1159104470480932075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1159104470480932075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/04/cause-we-all-just-wanna-be-big-rock.html' title='&apos;cause we all just wanna be big rock stars'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-7410931750239445838</id><published>2008-04-17T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T23:31:04.017-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I think it's about forgiveness</title><summary type='text'>I'd be a better blogger if this blog was just about Sex &amp; The City-- the movie, the show, and the two topics themselves. But I'm no Carrie Bradshaw wannabe, so no. But excuse me as I make one more S&amp;TC movie related post.As you can tell from the last post, I went on the official website for the movie last week (why I haven't visited before, I don't know) and the background music is "The Heart of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/7410931750239445838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=7410931750239445838' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7410931750239445838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7410931750239445838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-its-about-forgiveness.html' title='I think it&apos;s about forgiveness'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-7557997544283203476</id><published>2008-04-15T20:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:53:22.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hellooo, lover</title><summary type='text'>            Less than 2 months to go ladies...and gentlemen. From watching the trailer, it seems like fans are in for lots of drama (and with that crap of a series finale, there damn better be good drama). And of course, fabulous style. Miss Bradshaw looks like she's getting married in the NYC research library on Fifth Avenue. I've always always always wanted to attend a fancy event at that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/7557997544283203476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=7557997544283203476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7557997544283203476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7557997544283203476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/04/hellooo-lover.html' title='Hellooo, lover'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-2533634911071989761</id><published>2008-04-12T23:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T23:42:14.537-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, yes, I went there</title><summary type='text'>Considering I haven't blogged since last month, I have some updating to do. Ideally, bloggers would have daily (if not multiple daily) entries. But I have a hard time getting to a monthly entry. I'm working on it. I promise. If I ever get my wireless router to cooperate, one day I'll have weekly entries. Oooh.Some updates:To start off the spring season I decided to get a professional bikini wax </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/2533634911071989761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=2533634911071989761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2533634911071989761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2533634911071989761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/04/oh-yes-i-went-there.html' title='Oh, yes, I went there'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-7107970574313433743</id><published>2008-03-23T19:38:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T19:46:40.439-04:00</updated><title type='text'>you're never too old to go Easter egg hunting</title><summary type='text'>Happy Easter! Sure, to most people this means nothing beyond pastel-colored candies and bunny ears, but who cares. I bought egg shaped Crunch candy. I almost bought Peeps until I convinced myself that a box of sugar cannot be good for anyone. And then I enjoyed bubble gum from an egg I found at an egg hunt.I finally have internet at home. Soooo, maybe that means blogging time?  Yes?For now, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/7107970574313433743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=7107970574313433743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7107970574313433743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7107970574313433743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/03/youre-never-too-old-to-go-easter-egg.html' title='you&apos;re never too old to go Easter egg hunting'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8110403473036235459</id><published>2008-03-04T22:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T22:26:56.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm so excited and I just can't hide it</title><summary type='text'>Obviously, I'm glued in front of the TV keeping watch on the voting counts at CNN. All this night needs is some ice cream or Doritos or Mallomars. Watching the ins and outs and twists and turns of politics freaking excites me. I remember staying up until 4 AM election night when it was Bush vs. Gore and I wanted to yell NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO when they called it for Bush, then Gore, then Bush, then Gore</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8110403473036235459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8110403473036235459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8110403473036235459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8110403473036235459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-so-excited-and-i-just-cant-hide-it.html' title='I&apos;m so excited and I just can&apos;t hide it'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-6339874654226641754</id><published>2008-03-03T09:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T12:48:38.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a woman, hear me roar...</title><summary type='text'>March is Women's History Month, so I'd like to share some inspiring words from an inspiring woman..."It is a violation of human rights when babies are denied food, or drowned, or suffocated, or their spines broken, simply because they are born girls."It is a violation of human rights when woman and girls are sold into the slavery of prostitution."It is a violation of human rights when women are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/6339874654226641754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=6339874654226641754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6339874654226641754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6339874654226641754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-woman-hear-me-roar.html' title='I&apos;m a woman, hear me roar...'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-9169755761732338345</id><published>2008-03-02T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T13:48:22.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel like a dotcom douchebag</title><summary type='text'>I know that the last post I made (and it was a horrible excuse for a post) was in December and  I have a lot of catching up to do. I have lots of excuses, but I don't want to make any, so as uninspired as I am right now (I have no caffeine in my system yet even though it's 1 PM), here are a few updates:I'm officially done with school and I'm waiting for my diploma to arrive by FedEx this week.I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/9169755761732338345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=9169755761732338345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/9169755761732338345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/9169755761732338345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-feel-like-dotcom-douchebag.html' title='I feel like a dotcom douchebag'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4773288098090442218</id><published>2007-12-21T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T12:20:24.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays!</title><summary type='text'>So, being home means having no internet (Note to self: get internet.). And that means no new posts for a while, because, like, posting at work is like, not cool. So until I get internet, have a happy happy holidays, eat cake and pie and ham, drink all the liquor you can handle, and be jolly, jolly, jolly!I still have to finish Christmas shopping today...which probably includes being pushed by and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4773288098090442218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4773288098090442218' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4773288098090442218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4773288098090442218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays!'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-556694077602051073</id><published>2007-12-01T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T21:56:12.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Staring at the blank page before you...</title><summary type='text'>Because my summer internship ended up to be more than just a summer internship (which is fantastic because that meant more $$ AND experience), it's been a while since I've done the whole send-out-cover-letters-and-resumes-go-to-interviews-wait-and-cry-and-wait-to-get-a-position thing. But now that I'm graduating...I'm back there again.It's a crazy mix of scary/exciting/stressful/exhilarating. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/556694077602051073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=556694077602051073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/556694077602051073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/556694077602051073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/12/staring-at-blank-page-before-you.html' title='Staring at the blank page before you...'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8548144801888761288</id><published>2007-11-21T00:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T00:33:48.556-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1. Cut a hole in that box</title><summary type='text'>I have a Things to Do for School List: paper, paper, paper, study, study, study. A Personal Things to Do List: buy lotion, update resume, shower, sleep, eat. A Things to Do After School List: look in to freelance writing, send out resumes, shower, sleep. I need to start a Christmas Gifts List. But its not even a month from now, so pssshhhh.When I tell people at work that I'm still in school the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8548144801888761288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8548144801888761288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8548144801888761288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8548144801888761288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/11/1-cut-hole-in-that-box.html' title='1. Cut a hole in that box'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5796781676681920302</id><published>2007-11-04T18:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T18:49:50.109-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women in the News</title><summary type='text'>The most emailed article from the Times is currently The Feminine Critique, which examines women in the work force-- dress codes, salary, and the characteristics of what is considered a good boss, in comparison to the standard used when judging men.For women, dressing for work is a lot more complicated than it is for men. How many inches above/below the knee is appropriate? Is it acceptable to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5796781676681920302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5796781676681920302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5796781676681920302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5796781676681920302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/11/women-in-news.html' title='Women in the News'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8758564075553734090</id><published>2007-10-29T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T01:25:17.782-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?</title><summary type='text'>I am looking forward to the holidays. The red Starbucks cups with hot mocha lattes (damn you Starbucks), the Christmas decorations, the festive music, the snowflakes, shopping, and oh, not having class! And mmmm food. A holiday is not a holiday without lots of food. And the people you sit with as you all stuff your faces with ham and pasta and cake and more ham...A beautiful sight, we're happy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8758564075553734090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8758564075553734090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8758564075553734090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8758564075553734090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/10/sleigh-bells-ring-are-you-listening.html' title='Sleigh bells ring, are you listening?'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5668248861460403623</id><published>2007-10-14T19:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T20:43:51.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Sundays</title><summary type='text'>One day I will manage to wake up early on a Sunday morning, sit down in my sweats and pajamas as the day begins and the sun is rising higher in the sky, with a hearty breakfast and strong, hot coffee and read the 5-lb mass that is the NYTimes Sunday edition and my magazine subscriptions. One day.For now, it's:1) take a long hot shower while no one else on my dorm floor needs to use the big stall;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5668248861460403623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5668248861460403623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5668248861460403623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5668248861460403623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/10/lazy-sundays.html' title='&lt;Strikethrough&gt;Lazy&lt;/strikethrough&gt; Sundays'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1393785134474471884</id><published>2007-10-12T00:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T00:42:11.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Proud to Be Pinay</title><summary type='text'>I feel so out of touch with a lot of things because I'm either at work, school, or terribly failing at catching up on sleep. (This whole working and school at the same time is hard! Nothing but praise for anyone who's gotten through it sane).But apparently, the Desperate Housewives season premiere has caused a stir, especially among the Filipino community. Here's a clip of what Susan said to her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1393785134474471884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1393785134474471884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1393785134474471884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1393785134474471884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/10/proud-to-be-pinay.html' title='Proud to Be Pinay'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1894576881979734091</id><published>2007-10-03T16:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:47:22.567-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mango in SoHo</title><summary type='text'>I'm getting out of the subway at Prince St. and what do I see as I walk up the steps? Ads covering the storefront of what will sooooon be a Mango store! To be honest, I don't remember buying much from that store in Spain, except for a pair of jeans in a size 2 that to my surprise fit me (gotta love the smaller European sizes). So yay!That's all really.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1894576881979734091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1894576881979734091' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1894576881979734091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1894576881979734091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/10/mango-in-soho.html' title='Mango in SoHo'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-2373731127973205148</id><published>2007-09-12T15:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:00:15.451-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Public Service Announcement to Parents</title><summary type='text'>Any parent who allows his or her child to consume coffee, and fancy hoitytoity coffee at that, should be jailed. As someone who started the addiction young, from sneaking in coffee in my chocolate milk at breakfast when I was 8 to always choosing mocha ice cream simply because of the coffee taste, I know. And as someone who gets a terrible headache if she doesn't get caffeine in her system a few </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/2373731127973205148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=2373731127973205148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2373731127973205148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2373731127973205148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-public-service-announcement-to.html' title='My Public Service Announcement to Parents'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-7145368901286006732</id><published>2007-09-10T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T15:12:26.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice</title><summary type='text'>From the EIC of CosmoGIRL! (on ED2010.com) to recent college graduates aspiring to enter the magazine industry:"You’ll see your [non-magazine] friends landing jobs at big companies, entering sales training programs, making pretty good salaries, etc. You are not in the same kind of business so don’t compare yourself to them. You may not get a job right out of school and you may not even have a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/7145368901286006732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=7145368901286006732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7145368901286006732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7145368901286006732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/09/advice.html' title='Advice'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-2203489109352789257</id><published>2007-09-07T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T14:19:07.225-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stress StinksA complete week of school + work has finished. And I am exhausted. It's only been a week!I definitely need to go food shopping for my dorm and set up my electric kettle so I can have coffeeeee first thing in the morning, instead of waiting until I get to the office or school cafe.Here's to a second cup of coffee before 11 a.m. Here's to coffee, period!I do love working though (god, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/2203489109352789257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=2203489109352789257' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2203489109352789257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2203489109352789257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/09/stress-stinks-complete-week-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-3007660388463995869</id><published>2007-09-04T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T23:10:39.945-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This and that</title><summary type='text'>I miss my mom. I sound like a complete baby because she is coming back soon, but dammit, I'll admit it. I miss my family in the Philippines. It sucks being so far away from family. It just does.I miss my single room.I miss my old AIM screenname. I've had it for 7 years and it was awesome. My new one is not so awesome. (Ask for it if you don't have it.)I went shopping for some dorm necessities on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/3007660388463995869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=3007660388463995869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3007660388463995869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3007660388463995869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-and-that.html' title='This and that'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4564116911822471849</id><published>2007-08-28T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T09:31:55.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Your mom goes to college!</title><summary type='text'>I just moved into the dorms in the Manhattan campus (I don't know why it's called a campus when it's just one building) and I must say, it's definitely better than living in Queens.While in Queens I had: my own room, my own spacious closet, my own tv and cable, my own fridge, and 2 private bathrooms and a living room to share with my suitemates. But in Manhattan I have: a triple room, a tiny </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4564116911822471849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4564116911822471849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4564116911822471849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4564116911822471849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/08/your-mom-goes-to-college.html' title='Your mom goes to college!'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-466101691168519702</id><published>2007-08-09T12:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T12:17:22.231-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love New York, I Hate the MTA (or, "Interns Can't Afford to Take Cabs to Work, Dammit")</title><summary type='text'>So I woke up this morning at 5:40 (for the past week I've been waking up earlier than my alarm, that RARELY happened before. I can sleep like a baby) to thunder and rain against the airconditioner right by my head. Rainboots it is, I thought and went on with my normal morning routine.By the time I was done showering, getting dressed, having breakfast, and catching up with the news (Okay, so there</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/466101691168519702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=466101691168519702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/466101691168519702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/466101691168519702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-love-new-york-i-hate-mta-or-interns.html' title='I Love New York, I Hate the MTA (or, &quot;Interns Can&apos;t Afford to Take Cabs to Work, Dammit&quot;)'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5822936237876868950</id><published>2007-07-09T22:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T22:37:25.529-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye, Jane</title><summary type='text'>Another women's magazine shut down today. Oy. So I'm praying even harder (to the magazine gods?) that I find myself employed (that is, at a publication that would suit me, not like, Maxim or Playboy, but hey, I'm not that picky) after getting this journalism degree. Oh well. At least I didn't intern for Jane. Maybe being too ditzy to proofread your resume can be a good thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5822936237876868950/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5822936237876868950' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5822936237876868950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5822936237876868950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/07/goodbye-jane.html' title='Goodbye, Jane'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-2177881411167897766</id><published>2007-07-04T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T14:19:10.593-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spain-sick?</title><summary type='text'>Around this time last year, I was running around getting ready to go to Espana. And I think ever since this summer began, I've been missing the place oh so much. The food, the people, the atmosphere, the beach, the siestas! I miss it. Really.Being at work all day, five days a week, really makes me miss the siestas and just the overall vacation-feel. The United States should implement siestas. How</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/2177881411167897766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=2177881411167897766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2177881411167897766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2177881411167897766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/07/spain-sick.html' title='Spain-sick?'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8087149456896316831</id><published>2007-06-13T22:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T22:42:51.915-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mommy issues</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago, feeling like I would forever be single or  incapable of having a stable, healthy relationship, I thought to myself, "If I'm not married by 30, I'm gonna adopt a baby." Because at 18, being 30 is like, old. Being 21 is not really that much older than 18, but the fact that 30 is less than a decade away seems to have changed my perspective.I've been at my new internship for the past</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8087149456896316831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8087149456896316831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8087149456896316831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8087149456896316831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/06/mommy-issues.html' title='Mommy issues'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8504830642032710302</id><published>2007-05-30T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T22:12:51.754-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life is funny</title><summary type='text'>I remember turning 18 years old (I say that like it was decades ago) and feeling like I could conquer anything. High school was coming to an end (some college was bound to accept me, right?), my classes were easy compared to the excruciatingly difficult ones I had junior year (what the hell was I thinking taking AP Physics??), and I felt like I had a lot of things figured out. That was a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8504830642032710302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8504830642032710302' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8504830642032710302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8504830642032710302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-is-funny.html' title='life is funny'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-7517824417683884087</id><published>2007-05-14T22:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T22:44:47.492-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clothing optional</title><summary type='text'>I miss lying on the beach under the hot sun with the least amount of clothing on that's allowed by law. I need a vacation. I also need money for a vacation. Damn it!There really is no point to reading this because I clearly have nothing substantial to write.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/7517824417683884087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=7517824417683884087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7517824417683884087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/7517824417683884087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/05/clothing-optional.html' title='clothing optional'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-464434328242710900</id><published>2007-05-09T18:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T19:04:14.931-04:00</updated><title type='text'>and even though you was a crack fiend, mama you always was a black queen...</title><summary type='text'>...yeah, I know I'm not black. But in a past life I was. I was an African queen.Anyway, I've bought my sister at least 2 Elmo dolls for Christmas in the past how many years. A Hokey Pokey Elmo has been sitting on the shelf with dead batteries for over 2 years. Meanwhile the exercising Elmo has been on the floor, low on batteries from the play time.  Today, my mom decided to replace the batteries </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/464434328242710900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=464434328242710900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/464434328242710900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/464434328242710900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/05/and-even-though-you-was-crack-fiend.html' title='and even though you was a crack fiend, mama you always was a black queen...'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8996329877817616509</id><published>2007-05-04T03:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T03:36:56.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've missed you so</title><summary type='text'>It's been a while I guess. Finals are almost over. Summer is almost here. Hmmm, what else? My internship ended and I think tonight is the last night I'm spending in the Queens campus. I am beyond relieved. I honestly can hardly type a sentence because I'm so tired. So tired. But I have no clue why I'm not sleeping yet.I really don't know what I wanted to write in the first place. Good night!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8996329877817616509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8996329877817616509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8996329877817616509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8996329877817616509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/05/ive-missed-you-so.html' title='I&apos;ve missed you so'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-8621864142398079110</id><published>2007-04-22T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-22T20:29:54.849-04:00</updated><title type='text'>lazy sunday reading</title><summary type='text'>I was sitting down catching up on things online while eating pork rinds when I got to the NYT Magazine and found this excellent article on migrant workers and the Philippines: A Good Provider Is One Who Leaves.Read it. Even if you can't relate to the lives of these millions of people who leave their lives behind just to have better jobs and provide for their families, it's worth the time to open </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/8621864142398079110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=8621864142398079110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8621864142398079110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/8621864142398079110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/04/lazy-sunday-reading.html' title='lazy sunday reading'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-3803406227169573412</id><published>2007-04-20T19:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T19:42:45.435-04:00</updated><title type='text'>priceless</title><summary type='text'>Working 2 weeks to compile research for an assignment: $0.Writing a chart for a magazine: $0.Having your first byline appear in a national magazine: $1.I am no longer the unpaid intern. That's right, I'm worth something -- a dollar. Oh, one day, when I hope I am getting paid much much MUCH more than a dollar, I will remember this fondly.Have a grrrreat weekend, muchachos y muchachas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/3803406227169573412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=3803406227169573412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3803406227169573412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3803406227169573412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/04/priceless.html' title='priceless'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4009502531538145343</id><published>2007-04-18T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T23:02:41.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i see your true colors shining through</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting in my room, procrastinating as usual on the paper I have to write (another freakin paper and after this another freakin article, like my gosh, can't i just like, have a multiple choice test or make a collage from pretty magazine ads?) and I notice something: my stuff. I see a lot of pinks, purples, and other pastel colors. My hot pink, purple and blue folders, my pink mug, my bright </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4009502531538145343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4009502531538145343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4009502531538145343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4009502531538145343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-see-your-true-colors-shining-through.html' title='i see your true colors shining through'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5551311544486979575</id><published>2007-04-11T22:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T22:27:54.049-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nappy-headed hoes</title><summary type='text'>I'm gonna chime in on the Don Imus situation. This man is losing his entire career because of one comment. Yes, it was an offensive comment on many levels. But does it really call for all this backlash? I doubt Imus said what he did with the intent to advertise his racism and sexism. It simply slipped out of his mouth. It was incredibly offensive, but it's the man's opinion, and he has a right to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5551311544486979575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5551311544486979575' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5551311544486979575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5551311544486979575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/04/nappy-headed-hoes.html' title='nappy-headed hoes'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1524623790103090920</id><published>2007-04-03T17:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T17:16:36.491-04:00</updated><title type='text'>what great PR people can do</title><summary type='text'>What were the editors of the New York Times thinking when they decided to put today's story about Barack Obama's fundraising on the front page? How is his grassroots fundraising important news? Is the fact that he's raised money from his local supporters more important than, say, the Iran-UK situation? Hell, the fact that Anna Nicole's baby's paternity is being released today is more newsworthy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1524623790103090920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1524623790103090920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1524623790103090920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1524623790103090920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-great-pr-people-can-do.html' title='what great PR people can do'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1357879942866870952</id><published>2007-03-24T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-24T19:46:24.411-04:00</updated><title type='text'>crackberry</title><summary type='text'>Is it sad that I check my work e-mail when I'm not at work? Am I gonna be one of those people who are attached to their Blackberries that they have thumb or joint problems? I do want a Blackberry though. Or something like it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1357879942866870952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1357879942866870952' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1357879942866870952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1357879942866870952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/03/crackberry.html' title='crackberry'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5459038399128547583</id><published>2007-03-15T12:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T13:11:21.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>on Life</title><summary type='text'>Chris Rock on the presidential race:"Maybe Barack will win, but I probably won’t see a black president. There’s real equality when you don't notice [race], you don't even talk about it. I probably won’t live to see that."I couldn't have said it better. There's so much hype about Barack Obama; he's become like a rock star in the political arena. But the fact is that people still fixate on his skin</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5459038399128547583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5459038399128547583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5459038399128547583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5459038399128547583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/03/on-life.html' title='on Life'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4807860193061935828</id><published>2007-03-09T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T19:39:06.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i saved this on gmail because i dont have balls to update at work</title><summary type='text'>The reason why I can tolerate working for free and one of the reasons why I love being in the magazine industry is that I get free stuff, especially free magazines (it helps me cut my spendings because I can spend more than $20 a month on those things if it's a good month). I managed to get a copy (the second to last one on the rack) of the W April issue, with a story on the one and only Shoe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4807860193061935828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4807860193061935828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4807860193061935828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4807860193061935828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-saved-this-on-gmail-because-i-dont.html' title='i saved this on gmail because i dont have balls to update at work'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-6576023822199969820</id><published>2007-03-08T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T01:04:37.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>v for vagina</title><summary type='text'>'Monologues' Spurs Dialogue on Taste and SpeechAre we as a society that sensitive to sexuality that the mere mention of a body part, that more than 50% of a population has, has become vulgar? Are we that prudish? It's just a word! Now I don't know what little kids use to refer to private parts because I didn't grow up speaking English, but if I had kids, I'd rather have them refer to the vagina </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/6576023822199969820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=6576023822199969820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6576023822199969820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6576023822199969820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/03/v-for-vagina.html' title='v for vagina'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-330906164893239521</id><published>2007-02-12T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:35:55.261-05:00</updated><title type='text'>oompa loompa doompadee doo..</title><summary type='text'>You know what irritates me? It irritates me to see people who try to pretend they are tan. Being orange in the middle of winter is NOT natural. Being orange when you KNOW you are nowhere near that shade, when you are physically totally incapable of ever being that shade, is just RIDICULOUS. Loud fake tans are not at all sexy. No. Just no. Just say no. If you are going to tan, make it subtle. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/330906164893239521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=330906164893239521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/330906164893239521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/330906164893239521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/02/oompa-loompa-doopety-doo.html' title='oompa loompa doompadee doo..'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-3838212352093438103</id><published>2007-02-11T20:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-11T20:28:37.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this new layout bores me a little, but i got sick of the pink. a girl can only have so much pink. so until i find a better one, i guess this is it. whats sad is that at 14, i had my own webpage-- one more intricate and personal? as this one. and although the design for that was boring, iiii did it. i didn't just copy a pre-made layout and paste it. iii did it. and now? i know less about html now </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/3838212352093438103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=3838212352093438103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3838212352093438103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/3838212352093438103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-new-layout-bores-me-little-but-i.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-5444756560077360626</id><published>2007-02-05T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T07:10:27.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've recently rediscovered my roots, through Philippine telenovelas and YouTube. I started watching Sana Maulit Muli after hearing that it was worth it, and wow, it is. Granted, I don't think it has anything specifically unique about it or spectacular; maybe I just missed Philippine tv. But it makes me want the kind of old-fashioned romance they show (that probably doesn't exist even in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/5444756560077360626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=5444756560077360626' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5444756560077360626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/5444756560077360626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/02/ive-recently-rediscovered-my-roots.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1400905824666677783</id><published>2007-01-24T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:52:19.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interning for ice cream?</title><summary type='text'>So today, the people behind Skinny Cow ice cream decided to give the staff some ice cream. i dont know why, but why would anyone question it? the freezer was full with boxes of ice cream! it was probably the best freebie i've ever gotten. i think it just about makes interning 25 hours a week worth it. i mean, if i had ice cream everyday i'd be happy. id look forward to working for no money, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1400905824666677783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1400905824666677783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1400905824666677783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1400905824666677783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/01/interning-for-ice-cream.html' title='interning for ice cream?'/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-6147885956280138096</id><published>2007-01-18T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T18:57:29.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i sit here with chinese takeout and a bottle of soda in front of me. and i think i have a newfound appreciation for my combination of a fast metabolism and lucky genetics. without them, i think id be noticeably larger given how i eat. the reason im writing about this is because with a new year comes the new year's resolutions. and quite possibly the most popular resolution is to lose weight. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/6147885956280138096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=6147885956280138096' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6147885956280138096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/6147885956280138096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/01/so-i-sit-here-with-chinese-takeout-and.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1574739026185478230</id><published>2007-01-06T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T22:59:51.224-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i suck as a blogger. but if you were still using dial-up, you wouldn't want to go online either! i'll be back with stjohn's high speed internet in a week and a half, though, so maybe i wont suck so much then.for now, i'm bumming around as usual. ive yet to return the shoes i hastily bought because my feet were in pain from standing in stilettos all afternoon at work ($50 missing from my debit and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1574739026185478230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1574739026185478230' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1574739026185478230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1574739026185478230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-suck-as-blogger.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1801126143568089764</id><published>2006-12-26T17:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-26T18:00:27.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy holidays!my gift to you this holiday season? cheap books galore!i know this isn't the proper venue for selling books, but i am desperate. i want these off my hands and of course, i wouldnt mind the cash because i am brrroke. take your pick:LIVING RELIGIONS 5th Ed by Mary Pat Fisher$20SOCIETY: The Basics (w/CD) by Macionis, 8th ed.$40 Like Brand NEW! no highlighting, nadaNICKEL AND DIMED by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1801126143568089764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1801126143568089764' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1801126143568089764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1801126143568089764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2006/12/happy-holidays-my-gift-to-you-this.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-692067348882529896</id><published>2006-12-18T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T15:23:25.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ho ho ho!i'm done with school, almost done at my internship(which is half good half sad), done with christmas shopping, aaand im about to go to florida! im a happy camper really. but when christmas is over and the internship is over, i feel like my month off is basically done. i have to go to jury duty (dammit), go see some doctors because its the only time i can, and then i start with my new </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/692067348882529896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=692067348882529896' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/692067348882529896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/692067348882529896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2006/12/ho-ho-ho-im-done-with-school-almost.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-1792693868885644236</id><published>2006-12-08T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-05T14:55:40.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yesterday i got to work at the beauty closet aka your own personal sephora. it totally brought out the girly girl in me, and also the slightly anal girl in me, because i had to arrange beauty products for a shoot today. caridee from antm is coming to shoot a video for the website! im a little upset i dont get to see her since i dont work fridays, but ohh well.as superficial as it seems, doing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/1792693868885644236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=1792693868885644236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1792693868885644236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/1792693868885644236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2006/12/yesterday-i-got-to-work-at-seventeens.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-2793944732452220192</id><published>2006-12-01T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-01T22:59:58.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello, hello,It's december and you know what that means?? the end of the semester, finals, MY 21st BIRTHDAY! christmas, christmas shopping, vacation, winter in new york... i can go on and on. i love the month of december, except for the whole studying for finals part. i love winter in new york, seeing the christmas lights at night, walking in the crisp cold winter air. i love love love it.i also </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/2793944732452220192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=2793944732452220192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2793944732452220192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/2793944732452220192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2006/12/hello-hello-its-december-and-you-know.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-643636577276127062.post-4382515692002107641</id><published>2006-11-22T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T21:58:18.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hello world!i felt the need for a fresh start, a new audience and new material. so hello there and do come in. there'll be more to come, i promise. in the meantime, i recommend a latte and literature.love&amp;chocolate,marianne</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/feeds/4382515692002107641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=643636577276127062&amp;postID=4382515692002107641' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4382515692002107641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/643636577276127062/posts/default/4382515692002107641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prncessmango.blogspot.com/2006/11/hello-world-i-felt-need-for-fresh-start.html' title=''/><author><name>prncessmango</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
