<?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-7567438711668057625</id><updated>2011-07-08T20:23:43.018+08:00</updated><category term='muzik'/><category term='making sense'/><category term='favorite people'/><category term='ms. Univ.'/><category term='skool'/><category term='emo-schemo'/><category term='blah'/><category term='movies'/><category term='photography'/><category term='politics'/><category term='family'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='bookworming'/><category term='showbiz lovelife'/><category term='kawaii'/><category term='school'/><category term='lomolove'/><category term='trip'/><title type='text'>dream venti. by ann.</title><subtitle type='html'>annatomy (n.): the study of ann.
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Everything else was unremarkable and forgettable until I saw his face. Right in the middle of all the blackness, there he was. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Just his face.&lt;/span&gt; I’d like to think it took my breath away even while I was then asleep. It was so calm and beautiful and his hair was the way I always wanted it. He wore a faint smile that tells me &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;everything will be alright. &lt;/span&gt;For a moment there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;pure bliss.&lt;/span&gt; It felt so unbelievably real and he felt so near. I wanted so much to reach out and feel it. I felt the need to assure myself that he was there to stay, never drifting away. Even so, there was &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;absolute peace in my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;But then a whiff of emptiness came over me when I realized how I’m slowly forgetting the perfect feeling that seeing his face and being so near to him gives me. That feeling now seems to be becoming increasingly distant and inaccessible. It pains me to realize that these days, the closest I could get to it is through a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;dream..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1341966564505542938?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1341966564505542938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1341966564505542938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1341966564505542938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1341966564505542938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2010/10/eventually-i-had-to-wake-up.html' title='Eventually, I Had To Wake Up'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-123193658984795697</id><published>2010-09-27T23:41:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T00:00:34.451+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo-schemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>It's Foreign On This Side</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/TKdTNaLCItI/AAAAAAAABio/7v370YSACUY/s1600/IMG_4455.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/TKdTNaLCItI/AAAAAAAABio/7v370YSACUY/s400/IMG_4455.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523474957822206674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I could name dozens of reasons as to why &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Singapore&lt;/span&gt; may be the better country. But nothing can ever beat the fact that the &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Philippines&lt;/span&gt; is HOME..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;home, my family, and Thony&lt;/span&gt; more than I could express. But I give myself NO REASON to waste this opportunity that I was given. I'm forever grateful that I have a second family with me here who's equally supportive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, I know it's really not that far. I mean it's still in Asia. But still, it's &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;overseas&lt;/span&gt;. That makes all the difference.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-123193658984795697?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/123193658984795697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=123193658984795697&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/123193658984795697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/123193658984795697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/its-foreign-on-this-side.html' title='It&apos;s Foreign On This Side'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/TKdTNaLCItI/AAAAAAAABio/7v370YSACUY/s72-c/IMG_4455.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-3007472618240731294</id><published>2010-09-15T15:46:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T21:45:51.377+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>how on earth did that happen??</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When something is beyond what the human reason could explain,&lt;br /&gt;there is ultimately a greater force that has brought such to realization.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;SI LORD TALAGA ANG MAY KAGAGAWAN NUN.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I've contributed was little when compared to what He did for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;THANK YOU FOR THE LUCKY NUMBER 13. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, my Mom, my Dad and my university (Angeles University Foundation -&lt;br /&gt;College of Nursing) deserve the recognition more than anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations as well to my Thony. We got through it all together.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOAL OVER-MET..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/TKc3CaNHVBI/AAAAAAAABig/g7NrvFqS83E/s1600/AUF-CON+SIKLAB+tarp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/TKc3CaNHVBI/AAAAAAAABig/g7NrvFqS83E/s400/AUF-CON+SIKLAB+tarp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523443982526796818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-3007472618240731294?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3007472618240731294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=3007472618240731294&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3007472618240731294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3007472618240731294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2010/09/how-on-earth-does-that-happen.html' title='how on earth did that happen??'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/TKc3CaNHVBI/AAAAAAAABig/g7NrvFqS83E/s72-c/AUF-CON+SIKLAB+tarp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6663162547902241086</id><published>2010-08-23T23:28:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T19:40:06.662+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>Filipinos Under Siege</title><content type='html'>(POSTED LATE)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching The Taking of Pelham 123 on HBO this afternoon, not knowing that a real live hostage drama had been taking place in Manila. At some time after the movie, I stumbled upon a local news cable channel featuring this lone tourist bus parked in a rather peculiar manner in the middle of what seemed to be a deserted highway. The camera didn’t shift to any other direction for several minutes so I thought that the TV station was merely having some technical difficulties. Later on, I learned that what had been happening inside that bus is what will give the Philippines fifteen minutes of fame and probably years of shame. The event would certainly go down in history as the famous &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Manila Bus Siege.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Saturday (August 21), Ninoy Aquino’s death anniversary was commemorated. He was the man who triggered Filipinos to act against an abusive regime and that which then led to the People Power Revolution in 1986. This revolution was the defining event that impressed upon the rest of the world that Filipinos are advocates of peace and diplomacy. This became our people’s unified identity. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I grew up upholding this ideal.&lt;/span&gt; Despite whatever undesirable news I heard about my country, it was what made me solidly proud of my heritage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;However, sitting in front of the TV tonight, I was slapped by the realization that this idea from childhood has sadly already become radically transformed. In fact, I realized that I have already long forgotten about it and now recognize my people in a completely different way. The old identity is now hidden in an obscure location within my consciousness, eclipsed by events such as mass political killings, police brutality, relentless corruption and numerous reports of human rights violation. Indeed, &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;our nation is under siege&lt;/span&gt; -- taken hostage by violence, greed and hunger for power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the things I am fervently praying for is redemption for the Filipino people. This redemption is the kind that would change how the world and the Filipinos view themselves. Deep down, I still would like to believe that most of my countrymen remain to genuinely value harmony and condemn violence. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I still am hoping that the true worth and numerous admirable attributes of our race be recognized.&lt;/span&gt; However, until concrete and commendable actions from Filipinos themselves are witnessed, redemption may be a far-fetched dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  Should we have to wait for other Rolando Mendozas to come out? 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Upon doing so, I realized the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. that I have a freakishly huge bed and I never should have tried moving it all on my own coz it didn't even budge;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. that the laptop and booming speakers should've never ever been situated atop the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;STUDY&lt;/span&gt; table. That explains my past unsuccessful attempts at sitting quietly on my study table and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ACTUALLY&lt;/span&gt; studying there for real (instead of logging on to facebook or watching DVDs);&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. that I have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOO MUCH&lt;/span&gt; junk for one person; and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. that I didn't spend 9 hours straight of cleaning up today for no reason at all. The purpose was so that I could start thinking straight. Well I don't think I've mentioned it yet but for me, a clean room equals a clear head. Yea.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of thinking straight, YEP I badly need that one. March is almost over. T&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HE BIG THING COMES THIS JULY..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, graduation day is four days from now but my thoughts about it haven't been completely formulated yet. I need time for it to sink in.. However, the dominant feeling right now is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GRATITUDE&lt;/span&gt;.. tremendous gratitude to &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; and certain special people. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here's a photo from our recent Pinning Ceremony.. courtesy of my friend Jan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/S6gODJPpdFI/AAAAAAAABiI/Qbl2eUFKtfM/s1600-h/siklabpinning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/S6gODJPpdFI/AAAAAAAABiI/Qbl2eUFKtfM/s400/siklabpinning.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451622796115932242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ciao! I believe I shall be blogging again SOON. No, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soon&lt;/span&gt; does not mean three months from now..:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5978809716452948604?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5978809716452948604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5978809716452948604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5978809716452948604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5978809716452948604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2010/03/almost-but-not-quite-there-yet.html' title='Not quite messed up anymore'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/S6gODJPpdFI/AAAAAAAABiI/Qbl2eUFKtfM/s72-c/siklabpinning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6319036679066024199</id><published>2009-12-14T20:28:00.031+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T21:39:49.940+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ms. Univ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>who wore it better?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SyYzinWgmyI/AAAAAAAABhw/vx0UInaynLo/s1600-h/322160813l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SyYzinWgmyI/AAAAAAAABhw/vx0UInaynLo/s320/322160813l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415072271731563298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SyY0xOMLIgI/AAAAAAAABiA/wdJUqyGYKpw/s320/Copy+of+IMG_0939.jpg" alt="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415073622186992130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;WHO WORE IT BETTER?:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL. Of course the top model on the left did. No doubt about that&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;. (That's me on the right by the way.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just minutes ago, I was browsing through random laptop files when I stumbled upon her photo which I grabbed from Sir Frederick Policarpio's site several months ago. If I'm not mistaken, it was from Sir Polic's Philippine Fashion Week collection. I was awed at the sight of it and somehow pictured myself then wearing it someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;The piece was FEMININE, CONTEMPORARY, REGAL, PERFECT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lucky enough, just a week ago, I was privileged to have been given the chance to wear the exact same piece as I got onto the stage for my farewell walk as Ms. University. What a &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;GLAM &lt;/span&gt;way to wrap up an amazing year.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;MY NEVER-ENDING THANKS TO EVERYONE WHO BECAME PART OF THE PAST BLESSED YEAR.&lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(I notice I've said thanks a little too many times already.. and I don't think I'd ever get tired of it.:D) &lt;/span&gt;Ciao! I'm supposed to be reviewing for exams, not blogging. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6319036679066024199?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6319036679066024199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6319036679066024199&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6319036679066024199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6319036679066024199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/who-wore-it-better.html' title='who wore it better?'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SyYzinWgmyI/AAAAAAAABhw/vx0UInaynLo/s72-c/322160813l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8098406128001723507</id><published>2009-12-13T15:51:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T16:23:31.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>macro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mood: fulfilled :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SySdd_AyiRI/AAAAAAAABhY/t1sM0Q2doUU/s1600-h/IMG_1245.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SySdd_AyiRI/AAAAAAAABhY/t1sM0Q2doUU/s400/IMG_1245.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414625790462691602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cute camera pendant from So Chic. It was just so mandatory for me to grab this as soon as I saw it hanging on the shelf. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;I can't NOT have this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;freakin&lt;/span&gt;' way.&lt;3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been really busy about lots of things lately. I promise I'll be blogging again seven to eight days from now.. If I don't keep my word I'll die ugly.. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Or NOT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. It's already mid-December but our Christmas tree is still packed away in its dusty box. I guess everyone in this house is just too busy. BOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, here's a photo of Dialogo I took last October. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOOVE it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SySj8hLq32I/AAAAAAAABho/6ahU90gj-k4/s1600-h/dialogo+group+jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SySj8hLq32I/AAAAAAAABho/6ahU90gj-k4/s400/dialogo+group+jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5414632912100974434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8098406128001723507?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8098406128001723507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8098406128001723507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8098406128001723507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8098406128001723507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/12/macro.html' title='macro'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SySdd_AyiRI/AAAAAAAABhY/t1sM0Q2doUU/s72-c/IMG_1245.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-790489286210211239</id><published>2009-11-28T15:42:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T16:30:33.413+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><title type='text'>vintage / glam / rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11.26.09.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;criselle. les. nix. raf. gold. fitz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our shot at being creative. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kept it simple but glam.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SxDcvlcHCnI/AAAAAAAABhA/J8kh749PJK0/s1600/IMG_0450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SxDcvlcHCnI/AAAAAAAABhA/J8kh749PJK0/s200/IMG_0450.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409065862533941874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SxDcu37ihNI/AAAAAAAABgw/N_54R6yOSMo/s1600/IMG_0416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SxDcu37ihNI/AAAAAAAABgw/N_54R6yOSMo/s200/IMG_0416.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409065850317735122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SxDdp2JoMuI/AAAAAAAABhI/vpDbvWi971w/s1600/IMG_0488.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SxDdp2JoMuI/AAAAAAAABhI/vpDbvWi971w/s200/IMG_0488.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409066863452238562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SxDdqWHCoaI/AAAAAAAABhQ/qkpWhd41n0Y/s1600/IMG_0498.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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You've guessed right if you thought of &lt;strong&gt;THESIS DEFENSE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The verdict? &lt;strong&gt;Passed with some revisions.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coolest&lt;/strong&gt; thing ever.:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will not go into details about the things I had to put up with during the whole process of doing the study because it'd be pointless by now. Now that I've finally gotten through it, I'm just glad to be able to say that I truly deserved passing because I know that I worked for what I've earned, as well as some other groupmates who stood by me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The rest of the group have the freedom to evaluate themselves too. I'm not putting myself in the position to judge others because it wouldn't be necessary. &lt;strong&gt;They know themselves well and they each know how they've performed throughout this whole thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; You can play apathetic but you can't possibly lie to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So yeah. &lt;strong&gt;I believe I'm ranting again.&lt;/strong&gt; But this is the very first time I've ranted about thesis stuff so give me a break.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378585495254454834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SqSTAs610jI/AAAAAAAABfI/i6jx-sgq-zA/s400/dialogo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, being just in time for stress release, Thony was again invited by Dialogo to play for them at the &lt;strong&gt;SMB Battle of the Bands&lt;/strong&gt; last Saturday night. Of course, being his official groupie, I was there to watch and cheer for the band. They &lt;strong&gt;totally rocked&lt;/strong&gt; with "Message in a Bottle." :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had fun at the event except for those times the emcee had to take over the microphone. &lt;strong&gt;No host could be grumpier than the guy they had that night.&lt;/strong&gt; I think he had issues with some of the bands or something. But still. Dude, it's a "happy" event. No need to be all scroogy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm really liking this &lt;strong&gt;four-day weekend&lt;/strong&gt; thing. It should be made regular. LOL.:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Hi to my friend Nico! Thanks for dropping by. You always make me laugh like mad. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8745050268099667951?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8745050268099667951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8745050268099667951&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8745050268099667951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8745050268099667951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/09/sometimes-you-earn-right-to-rant.html' title='sometimes, you earn the right to rant'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SqSTAs610jI/AAAAAAAABfI/i6jx-sgq-zA/s72-c/dialogo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2319980237595447177</id><published>2009-08-28T00:44:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T01:15:40.395+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>how to put yourself in trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, while BF and I were hanging out, I suddenly blurted out that I was crushing on a guy at school. Two seconds later, judging by his immediate reaction, I realized it wasn't a very good idea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yeah, 'twas kinda &lt;strong&gt;stupid&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At least I've been honest! Sure hope we'll just be joking about it tomorrow. I'd be &lt;strong&gt;damn lucky &lt;/strong&gt;if that happens.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;* * *&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I edited this one a few days ago. It's &lt;strong&gt;amateur-ish&lt;/strong&gt; but whatever, I like what it reminds me of. Photo was taken last summer at my grandma's old house just before the family had it demolished.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374684252169470050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 299px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Spa22d5ygGI/AAAAAAAABfA/hU1A1lhP8Rs/s400/red+red+rose+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I got myself a new tumbler which means I will be drinking even more caffeine than I already am drinking.. I guess this also explains why I'm still up and blogging at 1am. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm like, SO WIDE AWAKE right now. O_0&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2319980237595447177?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2319980237595447177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2319980237595447177&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2319980237595447177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2319980237595447177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/how-to-put-yourself-in-trouble.html' title='how to put yourself in trouble'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Spa22d5ygGI/AAAAAAAABfA/hU1A1lhP8Rs/s72-c/red+red+rose+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-3296053725153474538</id><published>2009-08-21T18:57:00.024+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T19:33:42.704+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>the product of procrastination</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Ok, so yeah. I'm still alive. &lt;strong&gt;Surprise.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On this not so very special day, I am officially blogging again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm needing some kind of &lt;em&gt;inspiration&lt;/em&gt; to get me writing &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just like in the old days.. probably a pink sunset or something like that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/So5-ejuiGRI/AAAAAAAABeg/d0AUZ_kTy_w/s1600-h/pink+sunset.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372370468951169298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 223px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/So5-ejuiGRI/AAAAAAAABeg/d0AUZ_kTy_w/s400/pink+sunset.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Photo: a summer sunset from our backyard.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A LOT has happened since my last blogpost. I don't even know where to start or if I'm even going to start trying to narrate at all. I feel kind of &lt;em&gt;undecided&lt;/em&gt; these days. Undecided about &lt;em&gt;I don't even know what.&lt;/em&gt; So yeah, this has been a &lt;strong&gt;totally random&lt;/strong&gt; blog post and I think you just threw away 30 seconds or something of your life reading it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. I didn't intend this to sound too sarcastic nor is my mood really that gloomy at all. I promise though that next time I shall sound more cheery.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-3296053725153474538?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3296053725153474538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=3296053725153474538&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3296053725153474538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3296053725153474538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/08/product-of-procrastination.html' title='the product of procrastination'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/So5-ejuiGRI/AAAAAAAABeg/d0AUZ_kTy_w/s72-c/pink+sunset.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5489381655827850666</id><published>2009-04-06T10:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T11:08:04.966+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>kicking off summer</title><content type='html'>03.30.09 with Group 47 at the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Anvaya&lt;/span&gt; Cove, Bataan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A summer getaway&lt;/strong&gt;.. just what our group needed before we officially start off with the thesis proper. It was a day that would remind us that we actually do love each other whenever we already feel like ripping each other's throats out because of the pressure we are surely about to face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SdlqURo8p0I/AAAAAAAABeY/BLzhHsfAkpg/s1600-h/summer+like+no+other.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321401331280029506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SdlqURo8p0I/AAAAAAAABeY/BLzhHsfAkpg/s400/summer+like+no+other.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321401319315310114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SdlqTlEVhiI/AAAAAAAABeA/IkI7tcz47Bk/s400/47+at+the+anvaya+cove+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321401326328447890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SdlqT_MZg5I/AAAAAAAABeI/wpORGbT2xdo/s400/47+at+the+anvaya+cove+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SdlqT-YQKFI/AAAAAAAABeQ/XncDPGWEZ3k/s1600-h/seashells+by+the+seashore.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321401326109730898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SdlqT-YQKFI/AAAAAAAABeQ/XncDPGWEZ3k/s400/seashells+by+the+seashore.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is not the first of our group's bonding episodes though. We've been finding ourselves out together a lot lately.. mostly procrastinating at Ate &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jayzelle's&lt;/span&gt; house, at the mall or at some random bar 'til dawn. This group has definitely developed and is now very different from the group I saw on that very first day of the semester. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;They're not merely classmates to me anymore, they're real friends.:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, this blog has missed out a lot on this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;sem's&lt;/span&gt; most memorable moments. Maybe I'll try to write a recap just before I leave for the summer affiliation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss blogging. I miss a lot of things.. &lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;AND PEOPLE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Can't wait to hit the beach again tomorrow with my dear girlfriends!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5489381655827850666?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5489381655827850666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5489381655827850666&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5489381655827850666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5489381655827850666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/soundtrack-of-my-summer.html' title='kicking off summer'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SdlqURo8p0I/AAAAAAAABeY/BLzhHsfAkpg/s72-c/summer+like+no+other.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6683935864879736842</id><published>2009-04-06T09:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T10:15:30.874+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo-schemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>too emo for a title.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;hate that I love you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it's the last song syndrome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6683935864879736842?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6683935864879736842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6683935864879736842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6683935864879736842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6683935864879736842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/04/too-emo-for-title.html' title='too emo for a title.'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6652832718003477032</id><published>2009-03-15T10:58:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T11:47:15.922+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>20 ain't so bad!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://edie-is-in-the-air.deviantart.com/art/20-55435488"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313251341642827986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Sbx18cT9CNI/AAAAAAAABd4/_dhw1Jc7wbs/s200/20_by_edie_is_in_the_air.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As of today, oo bente-anyos na ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unfortunately, I'm now officially excluded from the teen age bracket..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, everyone is to get old someday. So what's the fuss?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Special thanks to God for making things extra special.:D Looking back, I realize He has given me a lot of good people and things which I didn't even ask for or which I didn't even totally deserve. So yeah.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, congratulations to Siklab-Group47 for passing the thesis proposal! yey. The hard work paid off after all.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall be back to real blogging again soon.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photo by: &lt;a href="http://edie-is-in-the-air.deviantart.com/art/20-55435488"&gt;edie-is-in-the-air&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6652832718003477032?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6652832718003477032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6652832718003477032&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6652832718003477032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6652832718003477032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/03/20-aint-so-bad.html' title='20 ain&apos;t so bad!'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Sbx18cT9CNI/AAAAAAAABd4/_dhw1Jc7wbs/s72-c/20_by_edie_is_in_the_air.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2658180542130327747</id><published>2009-01-25T00:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:22:19.088+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo-schemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>to blog or not to blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wanna blog about something. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I can't.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I'm not supposed to. It's just not right.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, whenever I am bothered by something lately, what never fails to make me smile is seeing this baby's photos. I came across this cute little thing during our group's duty at the community of Ninoy Aquino. Upon seeing him that day, I thought he was sick or something because he had that sad and pleading look on his face. But then it turned out he was just really drowsy coz about &lt;strong&gt;30 seconds later&lt;/strong&gt; he fell asleep! :D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SXw7hmgZAII/AAAAAAAABdQ/aWSEl7SkHls/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SXw7hvOFedI/AAAAAAAABdI/RONvjb6tJrM/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SXw8lgD__FI/AAAAAAAABdY/ntxocIIhNPY/s1600-h/DSC01104.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295173876840397906" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SXw8lgD__FI/AAAAAAAABdY/ntxocIIhNPY/s200/DSC01104.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SXw9CZ_U3AI/AAAAAAAABdg/kRUyw-qrf7o/s1600-h/DSC01101.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295174373426387970" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SXw9CZ_U3AI/AAAAAAAABdg/kRUyw-qrf7o/s200/DSC01101.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have this &lt;strong&gt;evil plan&lt;/strong&gt; of going back there and stealing him from his parents. But then that's evil. So nevermind.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2658180542130327747?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2658180542130327747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2658180542130327747&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2658180542130327747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2658180542130327747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='to blog or not to blog'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SXw8lgD__FI/AAAAAAAABdY/ntxocIIhNPY/s72-c/DSC01104.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5010915070439273289</id><published>2009-01-01T11:42:00.025+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:33:50.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>the year that was</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SVw74ZNpUVI/AAAAAAAABZU/7pm3yxTSQzM/s1600-h/fireworks+collage+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286165902652952914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 135px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SVw74ZNpUVI/AAAAAAAABZU/7pm3yxTSQzM/s400/fireworks+collage+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 was really kind, to me at least. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I hope 2009 does the same for the rest of the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR EARTH!:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photos by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;kahriz and ynna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;*** &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289511089346097378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SWgeT4v2sOI/AAAAAAAABZ0/JHsK-J_gmBY/s400/4gurls.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Btw, I spent the holidays with my first ever set of girlfriends &lt;strong&gt;(girlfriends since birth)&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;my sister Tin and favorite cousins Kahriz and Ynna.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Too bad it'll be two more years 'til we see each other again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289520943865551138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SWgnRfsYWSI/AAAAAAAABaE/8QM9w2F79jE/s320/family.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;..also had some quality family time during the break. Hope you did too! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5010915070439273289?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5010915070439273289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5010915070439273289&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5010915070439273289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5010915070439273289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2009/01/year-that-was_01.html' title='the year that was'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SVw74ZNpUVI/AAAAAAAABZU/7pm3yxTSQzM/s72-c/fireworks+collage+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2049462709839701681</id><published>2008-12-20T15:03:00.023+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T08:11:23.755+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ms. Univ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>grace under pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;photos of the event are posted at &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;annscreams.multiply.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVd_-bchI/AAAAAAAABY8/7rCM3IGoc8w/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281760805620773394" style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVd_-bchI/AAAAAAAABY8/7rCM3IGoc8w/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUxmzp5F_yI/AAAAAAAABW8/AzhxGGH0s1U/s1600-h/05.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709500603432738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUxmzp5F_yI/AAAAAAAABW8/AzhxGGH0s1U/s400/05.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; How do you start writing about a really really long story which for you is somehow too big for words?&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdt0qyEI/AAAAAAAABYs/BTkKJVOxwPU/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281760800747997250" style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdt0qyEI/AAAAAAAABYs/BTkKJVOxwPU/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Err. That's my problem right now. Let me just put it this way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Soo.. AUF's Mr. and Ms. University 2008 is finally over.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I won. LOL. There. I said it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't even know how to tell the tale or where to start or which details I should disclose. The whole experience is just surreal. I mean, it's not like I joined Ms. Universe, Ms. Earth or Bb. Pilipinas, but this event is still "something", at least for me and the rest of my university.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281757315761718386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUySS3PMRHI/AAAAAAAABXc/phKFezpX3L0/s400/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;"All I want is perfection, nothing else"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; If I'm not mistaken, our director screamed that at us, the 24 candidates, during our first real rehearsal for the coronation night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last December 6, I was NOT exactly the &lt;strong&gt;embodiment of perfection&lt;/strong&gt;. I even had my fair share of bloopers on stage, having exited the wrong way during the sportswear competition (LOL!!haha:D). Nevertheless, I came out there as, well, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ME.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdsd_26I/AAAAAAAABY0/NWlBNyqhIK8/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281760800384474018" style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdsd_26I/AAAAAAAABY0/NWlBNyqhIK8/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Truth is, the competition was not what was mainly in my mind. Instead, I thought about enjoying every moment of it because somehow, even if I don't admit it a lot, the whole thing is a dream which actually came true. Oh and yes, I also focused on &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not tripping over.&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281713796805783586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUxqtufjcCI/AAAAAAAABXU/zt_32GposOw/s400/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue was perfect. Much like a scene straight out of a fairytale book where royalties vied for one crown. However, what was happening backstage was a complete opposite. Chaos is the word. Good thing my mom never left me. &lt;strong&gt;What could I have done without her?! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, for the record, I got the title Ms. University along with JD Hizon as Mr. University. We were both candidates #11. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess 11 was a lucky number that night.:)&lt;/span&gt; I was awarded &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ms. Photogenic&lt;/span&gt; and for some &lt;strong&gt;surprising and unknown&lt;/strong&gt; reason, I was also &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Best in Sportswear.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdYVo7vI/AAAAAAAABYk/4wYvxQWd-k0/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281760794980708082" style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 9px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdYVo7vI/AAAAAAAABYk/4wYvxQWd-k0/s200/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281757313933891778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUySSwbZ2MI/AAAAAAAABXk/D_YZsQpXp60/s400/22.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's too early for thank you's but the support I received from the following people is just &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;overwhelming: &lt;/span&gt;my wonderful parents (best parents on earth!!), my sister Christine, the rest of my family, Thony, Red, Biggies, Rochelle (wish I could do it the way she did it), all my closest friends, and the College of Nursing. &lt;strong&gt;Indeed, I am so blessed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdRxF7KI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZQS8PelTFpM/s1600-h/angel.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281760793216806050" style="WIDTH: 15px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 10px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVdRxF7KI/AAAAAAAABYc/ZQS8PelTFpM/s200/angel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other people may think that pageants and beauty queens are overrated. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;say, this experience has helped me become more real and actually believe in myself, having been the girl who used to never really have enough confidence.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;I also gained new friends through my fellow candidates.The story didn't end during the coronation night though, it actually was just the beginning. Good luck to me for the next 12 months! Everything about this is totally new to me.xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281709503668623474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUxmz1T5GHI/AAAAAAAABXE/e0Bd_z4mmk0/s400/11.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, barely two weeks after all that, I had to fulfill one of my first responsibilities (wow I actually have responsibilities now. lol.) which is to compete for another pageant, the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mutya ng PRISAA (Private Schools Athletic Association) Regionals&lt;/span&gt; at Bulacan. I spent December 15-17 being absent in school (which saddens the nerd in me because I missed a lot) and mostly rehearsing or hanging out at the hotel room, living on burgers and mineral water. I wasn't exactly a fan of the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;adobong manok&lt;/span&gt; back there. I guess I just got used to the way Kapampangans do it.XD &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, since &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;God somehow likes me a lot&lt;/span&gt; (hehe kapal) I got the title &lt;strong&gt;Mutya ng PRISAA for Region III&lt;/strong&gt; along with two other special awards, &lt;strong&gt;Ms. Photogenic and Best in Filipiniana.&lt;/strong&gt; (Medyo nawweirdohan na ako sa mga pangyayari ah. hehe.). &lt;strong&gt;I'll be in the national competition in &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Bicol&lt;/span&gt; next year so cross your fingers for me..:)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks to the special people who became part of those three days --- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my co-candidates, Sir Poklong, Sir Boron, Ate Ardi, Franchette, Sir Polic, Sir Dumboo, Sir Daenos, Sir Adrian and the kind people from CCA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm supposed to thank God in here too but I'm sure He knows that already. &lt;strong&gt;I asked Him a little but He gave me a lot.XD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I realize it's almost &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Christmas&lt;/span&gt; already, my favorite time of the year! and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Yay I'm actually blogging again..OMG it's been TWO MONTHS since my last blog post. &lt;/span&gt;What a shame. I missed this place..XD&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2049462709839701681?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2049462709839701681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2049462709839701681&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2049462709839701681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2049462709839701681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/12/grace-under-pressure.html' title='grace under pressure'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SUyVd_-bchI/AAAAAAAABY8/7rCM3IGoc8w/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-9214102760885018701</id><published>2008-10-20T01:03:00.020+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T20:02:59.738+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ms. Univ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>this is but random.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I was aware of the time slipping away so quickly, like the black road beneath us, and I was hideously afraid that I would never have another chance to be with him like this again — openly, the walls between us gone for once. His words hinted at an end, and I recoiled from the idea. I couldn’t waste one minute I had with him."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;----Bella Swan, Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260345291700519778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SQCALBu1Q2I/AAAAAAAABV8/11S5_7JfKbc/s400/twilight+addict.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ok so I'm a fanatic. Leave me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss &lt;em&gt;him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he does miss me too.?! &lt;em&gt;Leche.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On a lighter note, I spent the whole day shopping with my sister. We both got new piercings. Haha. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Trip lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Had some coffee at Starbucks too. Then headed home and gulped down some alcohol.. just because we can't come up with anything else to do.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BTW, had the pictorial last friday. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The people were awesome..&lt;/span&gt; that's from the photographers and their SLRs which made me drool, the director of photography, make-up artist, designer, stage parents and stage friends.:) Special thanks to Sir Poklong.:D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And oh &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nursing week&lt;/span&gt; was great too. Too bad I wasn't able to savor it coz I was busy with something else. Fck. I missed the games! Yeah I know it's loser-ish. I made it a point to be there at the acoustic sessions though.. Thony played guitar hero again. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CON band rocked.&lt;/span&gt; Detailed post later, probably.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269073614543053154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SR-CiSI44WI/AAAAAAAABWE/FdwXruirNNk/s400/nursng+week+gig+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Need some sleep right now. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nyt earth. Sleep well.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-9214102760885018701?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9214102760885018701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=9214102760885018701&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9214102760885018701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9214102760885018701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/this-is-but-random.html' title='this is but random.'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SQCALBu1Q2I/AAAAAAAABV8/11S5_7JfKbc/s72-c/twilight+addict.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8328025911798096383</id><published>2008-10-12T23:36:00.026+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:36:46.562+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ms. Univ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>another one down. three more to go.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;1st sem is over. surprise. surprise.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJ5TEHPI/AAAAAAAABVM/TwosjgY4RmI/s1600-h/surprised.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302368001367282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJ5TEHPI/AAAAAAAABVM/TwosjgY4RmI/s200/surprised.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This has got to be the &lt;em&gt;shortest&lt;/em&gt; sem ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, it feels that way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I must say, &lt;strong&gt;nabitin ako.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJkDWpDI/AAAAAAAABU0/3ni21RHBCnA/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302362298328114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJkDWpDI/AAAAAAAABU0/3ni21RHBCnA/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, like any other normal student I've also been longing for sembreak to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But now that it's finally here, somehow it doesn't feel right at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've only spent one day of vacation at home and now I'm bored out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feeling ko wala akong silbi.&lt;/strong&gt; Hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I guess I've just been used to the toxic lifestyle. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIgK0uw-CI/AAAAAAAABUs/iaQie-ZJROY/s1600-h/buhay+nursing+student.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256299085420361762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIgK0uw-CI/AAAAAAAABUs/iaQie-ZJROY/s400/buhay+nursing+student.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll miss III-4&lt;/strong&gt; (yung mga ka-close ko lang ehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll miss group 14.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll miss Xitt group. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll miss my instructors&lt;/strong&gt; especially&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Sir _____&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJn4vv1I/AAAAAAAABVE/jG3_dT0kF5A/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302363327577938" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJn4vv1I/AAAAAAAABVE/jG3_dT0kF5A/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Haha. (**&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;EDIT&lt;/span&gt;: I had to delete that coz Thony went mad when he read it. hehe. peace.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, belated congratulations to the &lt;strong&gt;Nightingale band&lt;/strong&gt; (our college's official band) for winning "best common piece" at the inter-college battle of the bands. &lt;strong&gt;Of course I was the proud groupie who cheered to death for the guitarist..&lt;/strong&gt; who, well, happens to be Thony.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJjGdspI/AAAAAAAABU8/1ZD7oJ6ZBHI/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302362042938002" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJjGdspI/AAAAAAAABU8/1ZD7oJ6ZBHI/s200/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256321639086087522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPI0rnrs3WI/AAAAAAAABVs/Lv15-Yur3Ug/s400/the+nightingale+band.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;P.S. Oh and about that previous post.. Yes, for some obscure reason and weird turn of events, I did end up getting into that Ms. Univ. pageant. Sshhh.. don't ask why or how. Anyhoo, finals night is on December. Well, I'm &lt;strong&gt;new&lt;/strong&gt; at this thing so wish me luck! Hope I don't trip over or say something funny out loud.XD &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I can't believe it's October already. I've kind of been losing track of time lately. Ciao!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJ7sR1XI/AAAAAAAABVU/LwpH0zcfPOE/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256302368643994994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJ7sR1XI/AAAAAAAABVU/LwpH0zcfPOE/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8328025911798096383?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8328025911798096383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8328025911798096383&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8328025911798096383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8328025911798096383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-one-down-three-more-to-go.html' title='another one down. three more to go.'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SPIjJ5TEHPI/AAAAAAAABVM/TwosjgY4RmI/s72-c/surprised.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-3395276952576191361</id><published>2008-09-28T18:21:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T09:03:09.229+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ms. Univ.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>stand really straight and glue a smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..and after that it's back again to my normal self.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;whole story later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've got a&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; huge&lt;/span&gt; case &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;study to finish. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;bummer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ciao.:D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SN9oBNwhzeI/AAAAAAAABUc/bXLcZIkvX5s/s1600-h/miss+univ+01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251030060619648482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SN9oBNwhzeI/AAAAAAAABUc/bXLcZIkvX5s/s400/miss+univ+01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-3395276952576191361?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3395276952576191361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=3395276952576191361&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3395276952576191361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3395276952576191361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/stand-really-straight-and-glue-smile.html' title='stand really straight and glue a smile'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SN9oBNwhzeI/AAAAAAAABUc/bXLcZIkvX5s/s72-c/miss+univ+01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5054038848806581361</id><published>2008-09-01T19:44:00.060+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T21:11:05.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>let's leave everything at the boardwalk</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Aug.30 'til 31.08.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(If you don't want the detailed account, just stare at the photos.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was around 8:30 pm, a Saturday night. Apparently, I was on a joyride with my resurrected-from-third-year-high-school friends --- &lt;strong&gt;Kath, Win, Tonyang&lt;/strong&gt; (real name: Toni. Tonyang na lang para hindi ma-confuse with Thony my boyfriend&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxuj3vw0I/AAAAAAAABSE/8V3h_ZgMdhQ/s1600-h/surprised.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241048373581038402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxuj3vw0I/AAAAAAAABSE/8V3h_ZgMdhQ/s200/surprised.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;and Mendi.&lt;/strong&gt; We were supposed to be headed for a short drive to Envy Bar when Win decided that he wanted &lt;strong&gt;four hot-looking headturners &lt;/strong&gt;with him instead of &lt;strong&gt;four underdressed (but nevertheless still gorgeous!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxAEhiYaI/AAAAAAAABRs/bYHvQX9My1Q/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241047574892405154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxAEhiYaI/AAAAAAAABRs/bYHvQX9My1Q/s200/tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) girls&lt;/strong&gt;... and so we started thinking of some other place to crash.. someplace less demanding of fashion sense. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then out of the blue, someone screamed &lt;strong&gt;'SUBIC tayo!'&lt;/strong&gt; (I think it was Kath in her overly excited mood), and since we all had equally crazy and giddy minds, minutes later we were cooking up our evil oh-so-sudden plan to actually drive miles away from home and hit the beach&lt;strong&gt; in the middle of the night.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxuUM_PAI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZxRO0jkqHLo/s1600-h/devil.gif"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241048369375165442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxuUM_PAI/AAAAAAAABR0/ZxRO0jkqHLo/s200/devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Win has never driven that far and some of us were unprepared with what alibis to tell our parents and boyfriends.. but it&lt;strong&gt; had&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;to be&lt;/strong&gt; pushed through no matter what.. masyado na naming inexcite mga sarili namin para ipostpone pa.! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We left the city at 11:30 p.m. after &lt;strong&gt;much much much waiting&lt;/strong&gt; (muntik na nga namin buuin mga sili na pinapatuyo sa harap ng dorm ni Jonabel) for some other guy and girl friends of Tonyang's who were also coming with us. Of course we used the very functional SCTEX to get there. It was really dark, chilly and scary along the way, what with all the fog and the absence of postlights..! But it's actually what made the roadtrip even more exciting. Hehe. Our feet touched Subic at around 12:30 a.m. (screw the promised 30 minutes from Clark to Subic!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxAFjxbgI/AAAAAAAABRc/BIKuoM8vu1A/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241047575170215426" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxAFjxbgI/AAAAAAAABRc/BIKuoM8vu1A/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063236798197474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLv_Ptq3LuI/AAAAAAAABUE/K9TfF3IMK4I/s320/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063235142342658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLv_PngE2AI/AAAAAAAABT8/HOLLN1SLXDw/s320/02.JPG" border="0" /&gt; We headed to the &lt;strong&gt;boardwalk,&lt;/strong&gt; sat barefooted on the sand, had Bubble Gum lambanog mixed with Sprite (loved!!), some Tequila, Sisig (not as good as the sisig back here at home), fish fillet, fries, a game of truth or dare (which didn't last long since no one did really cooperate much. haha.), camwhoring, and &lt;strong&gt;lots and lots of laughs&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxurwR2SI/AAAAAAAABSM/5nhbtjBYJ20/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241048375697201442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxurwR2SI/AAAAAAAABSM/5nhbtjBYJ20/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058296694461346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLv6wKWWU6I/AAAAAAAABTM/k6hZcOYWcgU/s400/04.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The beach, with its several static sailboats, was so peaceful it was almost like it was asleep or something. Good thing it didn't suddenly get agitated when some guys I know &lt;strong&gt;peed on it!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Ick!&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Anyway even if it was peed on, since the the sea is vast anyhow, Kath, Mendi and I still had the guts to sink our feet on it and play around.. The water felt great on my feet.. I missed Subic so much I was just so glad to feel its waters again. Aww. The sea was in no way blue that night nor was it the same picturesque view I took pictures of the last time I was there (kasi naman gabi kaya madilim, puro black) but it didn't matter. I was just so glad to be with people I'm totally comfortable with.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxu8M4HOI/AAAAAAAABSU/qlsjWCObrvk/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241048380112116962" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxu8M4HOI/AAAAAAAABSU/qlsjWCObrvk/s200/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad to say, the sun had to rise and we had to leave the boardwalk and go home some time. FCA's, Case Studies and exams were waiting for us back home. Everyone was a little tipsy and sleepy in the end but we all managed to get home with grins on our faces. Yay we made it! Thank God na chena lang ang narcolepsy ni Win at abnormally obedient xa sa mga traffic rules. Haha.:D Thank God Mendi was bringing her ever trustworthy digicam. Too bad silent lang si Kath about her birthday at hindi xa naglibre ni tapsilog man lang..&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxuRZvTcI/AAAAAAAABR8/ISHoiXT-0t0/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241048368623340994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxuRZvTcI/AAAAAAAABR8/ISHoiXT-0t0/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hehe walangya. Cheers to Bap2 (aka John lloyd) and his friends. hehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241058935884695794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLv7VXhLSPI/AAAAAAAABT0/8rnV4oYyR-4/s400/09.JPG" border="0" /&gt;We watched the sky slowly change from jet black to orange to pink to blue as we drove by a grand view of the ever-so-green mountains. In some unexplainable sense, it gave me peace and bliss while just sitting there. To say that the morning was &lt;strong&gt;beautiful&lt;/strong&gt; is an understatement.. beyond words probably. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; everything about it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too bad the trip going back home took only about half an hour. Ok, so SCTEX's 30-minute Subic to Clark promise is true then after all.:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvyPXcsINI/AAAAAAAABSc/K0OCTDw0tFY/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241048937182011602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvyPXcsINI/AAAAAAAABSc/K0OCTDw0tFY/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;What a great way to end August.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241063935075734482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLv_4W9M09I/AAAAAAAABUM/klOG934stx0/s320/10.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Going back to reality...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvw_4HlhBI/AAAAAAAABRU/_XEg06BuVcM/s1600-h/sleepy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241047571562333202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvw_4HlhBI/AAAAAAAABRU/_XEg06BuVcM/s200/sleepy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thony was mad at me for sneaking away. He was so angry that we didn't even get to have our usual Sunday date yesterday.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxAA4ze1I/AAAAAAAABRk/teJCN4ULIy0/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241047573916253010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxAA4ze1I/AAAAAAAABRk/teJCN4ULIy0/s200/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I'm trying to make it up to him. But I'm glad, no matter how hard he tried to stay mad, he still can't help but have his usual involuntary smile when he saw me this morning... that's how much he loves me!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvw_4y2hyI/AAAAAAAABRM/ufxOXU2miHU/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241047571743803170" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvw_4y2hyI/AAAAAAAABRM/ufxOXU2miHU/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I should be damn flattered.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;But he says he's "still mad" at me though. Err. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Death Cab for Cutie's "I Will Follow You Into The Dark" makes me cry.. XD. ow emo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5054038848806581361?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5054038848806581361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5054038848806581361&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5054038848806581361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5054038848806581361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-leave-everything-at-boardwalk.html' title='let&apos;s leave everything at the boardwalk'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SLvxuj3vw0I/AAAAAAAABSE/8V3h_ZgMdhQ/s72-c/surprised.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-602238427393598514</id><published>2008-08-10T15:05:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T22:04:13.042+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bookworming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>something sinister this way comes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;This photo I took of a cemetery months ago gave me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goosebumps&lt;/span&gt; the first time I saw it. &lt;strong&gt;Creepy.&lt;/strong&gt; I guess a lot could happen when you're using expired film &lt;strong&gt;(no edits here of course!).&lt;/strong&gt; I know it's probably just light leaks but it still is &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;freaky.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232769334026663858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ6H_CI3d7I/AAAAAAAAA5I/LDPjC0xhmPM/s400/graveyard.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It reminds me of how I imagined the setting on one of my favorite book series. Well, speaking of that particular book series.. I mentioned in my previous post something about &lt;strong&gt;"my latest obsession"&lt;/strong&gt;.. ok so here it is..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Drumroll please....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Twilight series..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I don't expect you to be surprised, it's gone really popular these days.. what with the movie adaptation coming and all.. not to mention the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;overly hot&lt;/span&gt; lead actor chosen to play &lt;strong&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/strong&gt; --- &lt;strong&gt;Robert Pattinson&lt;/strong&gt; (please remind me to stop drooling).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232767421029024514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ6GPrqsAwI/AAAAAAAAA44/BinfmAynfdk/s400/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My sister and I bought the first book, &lt;strong&gt;Twilight&lt;/strong&gt;, months ago. But it was only a week ago that I had the time to start reading it. I was &lt;strong&gt;so absorbed&lt;/strong&gt; that I put it down only to eat, shower and sleep for 3 hours. Upon finishing it a day and a half later, I knew I just fell in love again. To whom, I'm not really sure. The story is your typical teenage love story, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but with an edge that is...&lt;/span&gt; mainly because the girl (Bella) is an ordinary seventeen-year-old mortal who fell in love with a guy (Edward) who is not only a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;90-year-old&lt;/span&gt; (if I'm not mistaken) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vampire&lt;/span&gt; but also is &lt;strong&gt;hot, perfect and immortal.(!!)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The story is painfully heart-wrenching and nostalgically inspiring so I highly recommend it to all &lt;strong&gt;bookworms&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;hopeless romantics&lt;/strong&gt; out there..:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got ebooks of &lt;strong&gt;New Moon&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;Eclipse&lt;/strong&gt; but I feel bad about stealing from &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;(who by the way is probably filthy rich already) &lt;/strong&gt;and I'm not very fond of reading off the pc for hours at a time so I'm eventually going to get original copies of them for myself anyway. Maybe tonight I'll check out other bookstores in town &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*evil grin*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to get my hands on those two &lt;strong&gt;asap&lt;/strong&gt; or I'll end up skipping them and going straight to &lt;strong&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/strong&gt; which I already have a copy of. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ugh the temptation.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;************&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232774030140900530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ6MQYhwBLI/AAAAAAAAA5Q/KUEYSQtbcHw/s400/no+ordinary+love+enhanced+pic+only.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This never gets old. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I miss him. I miss us.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Oh &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no we didn't break up&lt;/span&gt; or anything close to that. We just don't see each other too often anymore. Yeah you guessed right, it's because of &lt;strong&gt;school business&lt;/strong&gt; again.! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sunday&lt;/span&gt; is our day though. We're going to Church then have coffee in a while. So buh-bye! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I notice I've been using the word &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;'sinister'&lt;/span&gt; a lot lately.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;******&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;[EDIT]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Soo I just got back from that date with him. I'm actually grinning right now.:) Plus I also was able to grab a copy of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/span&gt; already. Too bad they didn't have a copy of New Moon which isn't hard-bound (hard-bounds are more expensive, making me a little too guilty too buy one). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Three down, one more to go!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BTW, I also bought my fisheye camera a lace. I feel I owe it some kind of compensation or apology after irresponsibly losing its lens cap months ago. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Shock of the day:&lt;/span&gt; I just spotted my sister's stolen phone &lt;strong&gt;FOR SALE&lt;/strong&gt; at the mall today!&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-602238427393598514?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/602238427393598514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=602238427393598514&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/602238427393598514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/602238427393598514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/something-sinister-this-way-comes.html' title='something sinister this way comes'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ6H_CI3d7I/AAAAAAAAA5I/LDPjC0xhmPM/s72-c/graveyard.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2455866533012146304</id><published>2008-08-09T13:39:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T17:40:28.268+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>you know, they weren't always cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Contrary to what it may seem like, no, this blog has &lt;strong&gt;not been abandoned.&lt;/strong&gt; Ok so i'm back. What the hell, I don't even know where and how to start my babbling.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0n_STYnhI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/u6jhB8xiLWw/s1600-h/mochi1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232382310272769554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0n_STYnhI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/u6jhB8xiLWw/s200/mochi1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So what have I been up to anyway? Well for one, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've been delivering babies.&lt;/span&gt; Yep. Real live human babies.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qBNBtAGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Akm7ZrzkMVM/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232384542239424610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qBNBtAGI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/Akm7ZrzkMVM/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Honestly, never have I thought that one day I'd be saying something like that.. mainly because I've never really pictured myself taking this line of career back then. But that's another story. Right now I wanna talk about the human babies...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So it's true. Their heads &lt;strong&gt;really do&lt;/strong&gt; get molded.. bent into ovoid shapes as they make their way out of their mother's you-know-what. For one second there, I pitied that very 1st baby coz I thought she had some kind of cranial abnormality because the top of her head was severely malformed. But realizing Anatomy and Physiology, I quickly remembered that "molding" was nothing but a normal mechanism which every baby undergoes to get out more easily. Their heads assume normal shapes later on. &lt;em&gt;Yeah stupid me.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0n_vK1OMI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5X9Jx8DskVk/s1600-h/mochi6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232382318021523650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0n_vK1OMI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5X9Jx8DskVk/s200/mochi6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And also, I've been told on lectures that they shall look "blue" (or cyanotic) for the first few minutes of their lives in the outside world. And indeed they are.. &lt;strong&gt;literally blue&lt;/strong&gt; that is. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They don't look human at all..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0n_3uhIFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ZI8xrDiUFFE/s1600-h/mochi12.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232382320318685266" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0n_3uhIFI/AAAAAAAAA3o/ZI8xrDiUFFE/s200/mochi12.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; they're rather more like how I imagined the mandrakes in the Harry Potter books. Or maybe like small aliens from some kind of obscure planet where people are blue. Not earthlings at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But then you bathe them, suction them, keep them warm and wrap them into small delicate bundles under the drop light and within 5 minutes they transform into fragile wonderful creatures. Not blue, but with the color of life, almost pinkish. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Indeed, gifts from God Himself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Then a proud smile creeps across your face for being the one to help such a beautiful creation be brought to earthly life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232395504377652866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0z_SLH5oI/AAAAAAAAA4o/Q2e6z_v6eec/s320/1_138279573l.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;The mother on labor has another story though. She has the face of pain and sacrifice all throughout the process. When I was decked for the very first time, the blood drained from my face when the attending physician performed the episiotomy. He injected anesthesia and cut her perineal area so grossly like it was some kind of meat, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;like it was something he does each day.&lt;/span&gt; But then I had to get over that real fast and had to avoid fainting because there was some baby-catching to be done. Later, I delivered the placenta. &lt;strong&gt;The placenta! I delivered it!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0oAdnIK7I/AAAAAAAAA3w/mMhXbe-re9U/s1600-h/mochi14.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232382330488236978" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0oAdnIK7I/AAAAAAAAA3w/mMhXbe-re9U/s200/mochi14.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Then even later on I assisted with stitching her up. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Surreal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; What with all the blood all over the place. I definitely appreciate mothers more now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My experience in the Delivery Room rotation was a memorable one. I feel so comfortable now with &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Katorse",&lt;/span&gt; my RLE group (BSN III-4 grp. 14).&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qA5B3h7I/AAAAAAAAA4I/HS4oXcxvFnA/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232384536871405490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qA5B3h7I/AAAAAAAAA4I/HS4oXcxvFnA/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We laugh most of the time, especially on those days when D.R. would be a drag and no one would give birth at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232385994777218210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0rVwJszKI/AAAAAAAAA4g/zUXUK0DBhgI/s400/1_458048785l.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyway, on to other matters.. There are actually more things I would like to put in here such as my sister's 18th birthday party last July (yeah I know it's August already. very late post.), my reunion with my ex-bestfriends, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and my latest obsession&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. But maybe I'll talk about those later on. Long stories. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qAtVQ9II/AAAAAAAAA4A/ciogoEiuUJI/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232384533731538050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qAtVQ9II/AAAAAAAAA4A/ciogoEiuUJI/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ciao.! Be back soon. At least I hope so.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qAVdcJ1I/AAAAAAAAA34/uPhulImzEos/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232384527323375442" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0qAVdcJ1I/AAAAAAAAA34/uPhulImzEos/s200/tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photos courtesy of group 14 members.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2455866533012146304?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2455866533012146304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2455866533012146304&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2455866533012146304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2455866533012146304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/08/you-know-they-werent-always-cute.html' title='you know, they weren&apos;t always cute.'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SJ0n_STYnhI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/u6jhB8xiLWw/s72-c/mochi1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-4975436882898765448</id><published>2008-06-28T14:02:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T08:51:43.070+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo-schemo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>rollercoastered</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SGba9MNWG7I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/M7qcPVy0enc/s1600-h/Rollercoaster_by_photographer_amymay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217097963139374002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SGba9MNWG7I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/M7qcPVy0enc/s320/Rollercoaster_by_photographer_amymay.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Crap. Another emo day for me. Dunno why. Something's bothering me. Can't tell exactly what.. Or maybe I can tell, Im just too chicken to let it out and admit it. Well, for one thing I can tell &lt;strong&gt;I am not depressed.&lt;/strong&gt; I'm just not bubbly like I am on other days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever it is, it has taken over my system coz I've been anorexic for the past two days now. The anorexic part is NOT an exaggeration. I only ever ate a banana, a mint candy, a piece of bread which Sarah insisted that I should eat because she thinks she's my mother, and a cup of coffee which my real mother made for me. There. No real breakfasts, lunches nor dinners. And I don't even feel any tinge of hunger! I am so NOT my &lt;strong&gt;food-hoarding self&lt;/strong&gt; lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm afraid my &lt;em&gt;patient&lt;/em&gt; on Monday at the OB Ward would look even healthier than I am. Oh about that patient part, yes I actually have REAL patients now. Finally the &lt;strong&gt;pseudo-Nursing days&lt;/strong&gt; are over and I'm now a Junior so that means I get to have duties at the hospital and act like real nurses do. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've only been exposed to the hospital, particularly the OB Ward at the Ospital Ng Angeles, for a total of 6 days now but every bit of the experience has been a &lt;strong&gt;rollercoaster ride&lt;/strong&gt; already. Like rollercoaster rides, there are times of euphoria, adrenaline rush, and even dull and low moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wish I have the luxury of time right now to tell the tales but I just don't. There's mountains of schoolwork I have to put my attention to. Oh or maybe the mountains of schoolwork is not really the reason.. Thony and I have a date in a little while.. Hihihi. &lt;strong&gt;Schoolwork could wait.&lt;/strong&gt; We haven't been seeing each other much lately because of our conflicting schedules. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Buh-bye for now. I'll try to pull off a more decent post next time.. Ciao!xD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;photo by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photographer-amymay.deviantart.com/art/Rollercoaster-66387517" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;amymay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-4975436882898765448?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4975436882898765448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=4975436882898765448&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4975436882898765448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4975436882898765448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/three-cheers-for-five-years.html' title='rollercoastered'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SGba9MNWG7I/AAAAAAAAA3Q/M7qcPVy0enc/s72-c/Rollercoaster_by_photographer_amymay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6360896315499413392</id><published>2008-06-12T12:24:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:03:55.423+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>beetles and june 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vintage or Modern?&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCyRDd3rxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LnUYQcRgOM4/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210860774925774610" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCyRDd3rxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LnUYQcRgOM4/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Volkswagen New Beetle&lt;/span&gt;, you can have them &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;both! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(err, that sounded a little too much like a tv commercial than I originally intended.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210862611404451778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCz784gb8I/AAAAAAAAA24/9RZFJVzr8LI/s400/beetles.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The first time I laid eyes on this man-made wonder was back in high school and since then I've been in love with it. On a darker note though, NO, this post doesn't mean I'm getting the New Beetle anytime soon. But who knows?! Someday you just might catch me on a road trip flaunting one!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCyRhH2ggI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jatgj-yD7nQ/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210860782886486530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCyRhH2ggI/AAAAAAAAA2g/jatgj-yD7nQ/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To describe it merely as CUTE is an understatement. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;On to other current events..&lt;br /&gt;If you're Filipino you'd probably be aware of two things about this lovely &lt;strong&gt;June 12&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; That today is &lt;strong&gt;Independence Day.&lt;/strong&gt; So yey. Happy Independence Day to you. But there's a &lt;strong&gt;more pressing issue&lt;/strong&gt; than just the mere celebration of the day Filipinos finally broke free of the harsh Spanish colonization 110 years ago. There's still that single question which no doubt lingers every now and then on the average Filipino mind: &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are we &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;truly, GENUINELY&lt;/span&gt; free?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210869504677127714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFC6NMUyJiI/AAAAAAAAA3I/_WDEZBC_cmU/s320/phil+flag+by+zoe.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;lomograph&lt;a href="http://zoe191.multiply.com/"&gt; by zoe&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Today is also the celebrated Filipino action star &lt;strong&gt;Rudy Fernandez's&lt;/strong&gt; interment. Now honestly, I was never really a fan of his, nor any other celebrity of his generation. It's probably simply because it's just not my generation. I would surely fail to give a correct answer if you would ask me to cite a single movie which he starred in (fine, call me stupid). But with all due respect, I am fully aware of his standing in showbiz royalty, the battle that he and his family had gone through, and how good a human being he is. Even if I know very little about him, I can't help but feel a little depressed upon learning of his death. He's an icon, and not just any other icon for that matter. He actually happens to be a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(in the sincerest sense of the word) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;example&lt;/span&gt;, one who is kind-hearted and humble and a lot different from the pretentious and self-absorbed stars now swarming everyday TV (at least that's what I've heard).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lorna T. to her husband: "I love you so much. Wait for me. Until we meet again."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Now that's what you call true love.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCySV6fz3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/IqS_YHMj9mg/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210860797057552242" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCySV6fz3I/AAAAAAAAA2o/IqS_YHMj9mg/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6360896315499413392?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6360896315499413392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6360896315499413392&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6360896315499413392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6360896315499413392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/beetles-and-june-12.html' title='beetles and june 12'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SFCyRDd3rxI/AAAAAAAAA2Y/LnUYQcRgOM4/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8173321794724289223</id><published>2008-06-09T00:00:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T20:27:39.430+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>optimism comes in waves</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEwGceC1slI/AAAAAAAAA14/Gqqf2GCrZdA/s1600-h/barbed+wires+simplified.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5209545955131896402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEwGceC1slI/AAAAAAAAA14/Gqqf2GCrZdA/s400/barbed+wires+simplified.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Behind the barbed wires is a rainbow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Something to lift my spirits up whenever the thought of a new and more &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;complex semester comes to mind. A little inspiration &lt;strong&gt;alway&lt;/strong&gt;s helps.XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Captured just after a downpour.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;05.30.08. Sa bakuran nina Thony.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Edited three days later.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8173321794724289223?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8173321794724289223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8173321794724289223&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8173321794724289223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8173321794724289223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/optimism-comes-in-waves.html' title='optimism comes in waves'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEwGceC1slI/AAAAAAAAA14/Gqqf2GCrZdA/s72-c/barbed+wires+simplified.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6288086271639075314</id><published>2008-06-06T21:46:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T21:59:06.965+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>reckless imprudence</title><content type='html'>Oh crap, I did it &lt;strong&gt;again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;My journal notebook is GONE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it wasn't stolen by some stalker or &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt; secretly read by my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that I have this &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;stupid&lt;/span&gt; and careless habit of &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hiding away&lt;/span&gt; things &lt;em&gt;(obviously for others not to see)&lt;/em&gt; and later on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TOTALLY FORGETTING &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;where on the face of the earth&lt;/span&gt; I hid them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hmf.&lt;/strong&gt; How smart could I be?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6288086271639075314?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6288086271639075314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6288086271639075314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6288086271639075314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6288086271639075314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/reckless-imprudence.html' title='reckless imprudence'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-4253892914182571877</id><published>2008-06-02T23:40:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:09:13.291+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>Thursday live in Manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Caution:&lt;/span&gt; Long post ahead. Please bear with the oh-so-detailed account of my THURSDAY experience.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqnxSd9bI/AAAAAAAAA0o/eKJjnKaK-Jo/s1600-h/mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333931881199026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqnxSd9bI/AAAAAAAAA0o/eKJjnKaK-Jo/s200/mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;May 30 '08. a Friday.&lt;/strong&gt; I thought it was just another sluggish day... one of those days when I choose to be inefficient by sleeping all morning and all afternoon, waking up occasionally only to get something to eat. Good for me coz little did I know, later that night, I wasn't getting any sleep at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That afternoon, I awoke from my sweet slumber at 4:00 p.m. and found a couple of messages on my phone, one of which is from my friend Ivan (better pronounced as Ayban) reminding me about that night's big agenda. OMG.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp8rDbXJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/lxLwPnoHP-w/s1600-h/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333191473126546" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp8rDbXJI/AAAAAAAAAzw/lxLwPnoHP-w/s200/angry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I totally forgot. &lt;strong&gt;THURSDAY&lt;/strong&gt; (for those who might be confused, 'Thursday' &lt;em&gt;IS &lt;/em&gt;the band name), one of the bands I happen to worship was visiting Manila and their Makati show was scheduled that night (you'll find a line about this event on my recent post, just scroll down a bit and you'll see it). One reason why the event totally slipped off my mind was that I've already discarded any thought of ever being able to attend it days ago when I asked my mom once if I could go and her immediate and predictable answer was NO. But still, there was this pressing feeling within me which kept on telling me I wasn't supposed to lose hope. Ivan wasn't helping either, he bombarded me with nagging text messages, one of which goes something like: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"10 minutes to decide. Tumakas ka na. Mapagalitan ka man lilipas yan. Eto once in a lifetime lang."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I panicked.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp94O80LI/AAAAAAAAA0A/kL1v7dNHtQY/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333212190986418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp94O80LI/AAAAAAAAA0A/kL1v7dNHtQY/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; There I was, a kid whose brain is &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not functioning well&lt;/span&gt; from all that sleep, with less than 5 hours before the show starts,&lt;strong&gt; province/s away&lt;/strong&gt; from the venue and not enough money to even buy a concert ticket and a bus ride home. The idea of even taking a shower and packing my things to go there was &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;absurd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ridiculous&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But to make the long story short, 30 minutes later, I was on the road to Thony's house to wake him up (apparently he was having a sluggish day too) and tell him we're going to Manila to watch Thursday, a band which he never even knew existed until then. He was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;furious&lt;/span&gt; at first (biglain ba naman ang bagong gising hehe).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp-IBNUTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Dp9V2Tc4o24/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333216428314930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp-IBNUTI/AAAAAAAAA0I/Dp9V2Tc4o24/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But being the supposed-to-be understanding boyfriend that he is, he had no choice but to come with me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, don't ask how I got away from my mom and got the money. I happen to be brilliant when under pressure. lol.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqnviPw8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/h9Sw0eS2UnM/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333931410506690" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqnviPw8I/AAAAAAAAA0g/h9Sw0eS2UnM/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;At around 7:00 pm, Thony, Ivan, Ivan's girl, and I hopped on a bus and our journey began. &lt;em&gt;(Grr. ang dami ko nang nasulat pero nagsisimula pa lang ang journey. Tinatamad na ata ako. hehe.)&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We reached Makati at 9p.m. We had to do a great deal of walking before a cab finally picked us up from the street (thank u very much!). When we got to the A-Venue Hall (the venue), the show has already started, but only with the first front act which was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;April Morning Skies&lt;/span&gt;, immediately followed by &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Angulo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The crowd became more excited when &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Chicosci&lt;/span&gt; took the stage. Thony and I had a funny discovery that night: that &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;both &lt;/strong&gt;have a crush on &lt;strong&gt;Miggy&lt;/strong&gt;, Chicosci's vocalist. Wahaha.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqncd7DtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4WKBXox59Mw/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333926292098770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqncd7DtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4WKBXox59Mw/s200/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kidding aside (or maybe I'm not kidding hehe), I thank Chicosci for playing 'Paris', one of my favorite songs from them. After their set, &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Typecast&lt;/span&gt; followed. I don't remember hearing them play any of my favorite Typecast tracks but I still like them anyhow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207331699000106786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQolzKIXyI/AAAAAAAAAyw/jV8tgaEqoRE/s320/15.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207331692688843362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQolbpaImI/AAAAAAAAAyo/eIH74Vj8DOI/s320/08.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Then of course, after all the front acts and hours of bearing with tired burning feet, the reason why we came all the way from Angeles City to Makati finally showed up (I still cannot believe I did what I did!). &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt; was just &lt;strong&gt;amazing.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqncd7DtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4WKBXox59Mw/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333926292098770" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqncd7DtI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/4WKBXox59Mw/s200/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Watching them play their songs live as opposed to just hearing them from the radio felt surreal. They also had such good connection with the crowd, giving off a sense of euphoric madness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp9ZPkwWI/AAAAAAAAAz4/hVI-z1S74E8/s1600-h/foot.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207331716454392322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQom0LjogI/AAAAAAAAAy4/IegLdOpWhFY/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207331722224319842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQonJrNvWI/AAAAAAAAAzA/qC4bOyrzQgU/s320/19.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I'm not sure how long their show lasted but I, and I believe the rest of the audience too, wish they played longer. Anyhoo, I'm glad I decided to come on that trip. The ticket was &lt;strong&gt;worth &lt;/strong&gt;every centavo of it (though I would've been happier if it were cheaper!hihi). The bouncers shooed everyone off when it was time to leave. We lingered around A-Venue for a while after the gig, eyeing some VIP's who came and went. We even got a peek of Miggy. &lt;em&gt;Hihi kilig.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp_dUD2TI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Y6yrgZE_0JM/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333239324399922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQp_dUD2TI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Y6yrgZE_0JM/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We had yummy goto at an anonymous carinderia and some taho before we hopped on the bus home and touched hometown just before sunrise at around 4 am, exhausted but fulfilled.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqoFKN2jI/AAAAAAAAA0w/bDcHZpzVM1I/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207333937215298098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqoFKN2jI/AAAAAAAAA0w/bDcHZpzVM1I/s200/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-4253892914182571877?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4253892914182571877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=4253892914182571877&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4253892914182571877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4253892914182571877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/06/thursday-live-in-manila.html' title='Thursday live in Manila'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEQqnxSd9bI/AAAAAAAAA0o/eKJjnKaK-Jo/s72-c/mrgreen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2486166963289531244</id><published>2008-05-31T17:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T07:41:56.127+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><title type='text'>euphoria has yet to subside</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEHg8Vw8MQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/s1aFbG543LA/s1600-h/thursday+in+manila+poster+smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206689971456192770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEHg8Vw8MQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/s1aFbG543LA/s320/thursday+in+manila+poster+smaller.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;we were here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i still can't f*ckin believe what &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;just happened the past 24 hours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;okay i could &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt; &lt;strong&gt;die&lt;/strong&gt; now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;will update later. XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2486166963289531244?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2486166963289531244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2486166963289531244&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2486166963289531244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2486166963289531244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/euphoria-has-yet-to-subside.html' title='euphoria has yet to subside'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SEHg8Vw8MQI/AAAAAAAAAyY/s1aFbG543LA/s72-c/thursday+in+manila+poster+smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2809938203119798333</id><published>2008-05-23T17:33:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T17:40:37.851+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>on banana splits and meddling kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today, I was in charge with the &lt;strong&gt;banana split.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's the dessert for our cooking lab project menu for Nutrition. Our group was supposed to formulate, calculate and cook a therapeutic diet menu for an Underweight patient as our final requirement for the subject. I readily volunteered for the banana split part coz I figured it's probably the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; part I won't screw up and coz I didn't know how to cook Pork Torta anyway (or any other equally or more complex dish for that matter). Yes, Torta is the main dish of our presentation. Until now, I still can't figure out why the heck we agreed on choosing Torta out of thousands of other dishes in the world but the food kind of turned out quite well anyway. So no regrets on that.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As for the banana split, I say it tasted &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fantastic!&lt;/span&gt; But that's just me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder what the panelists thought about it..?! Hope they liked it even if the ice cream kind of melted a little already because of longstanding.. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*crossing fingers*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway it's been a stressful day. I've been in a really grumpy mood lately and the kids hovering around me right now as I am typing this post in this unknown-to-me internet cafe aren't helping either. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, I didn't land in this internet cafe totally by choice. The one I usually go to when I wait for Thony to finish NCM just happens to have a malfunctioning system today. And so I'm &lt;strong&gt;stuck&lt;/strong&gt; here in this internet shop instead where the air smells &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;fugly&lt;/span&gt; and wherein, in some funny and unexplainable reason, 99% of their client population are kids &lt;strong&gt;under 8 years old.&lt;/strong&gt; There are like 25 screaming kids in this room right now. And now that I come to think of it, I'm probably the only customer in here at this moment who's taller than 5 feet!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There are around 6 kids all huddled on the next PC beside me and are playing this dress-my-dolly kind of game. They play it like it's a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;matter of life and death.&lt;/span&gt; Also, there's one kid on my left side who &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I swear&lt;/span&gt; is staring at my face and I have no idea why.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I wonder if they are literate enough to comprehend what I'm writing about them.. coz I swear they're occasionally peeking (or deliberately &lt;strong&gt;staring&lt;/strong&gt;, rather!) on my screen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, as of a few seconds ago, they all just totally ran away laughing. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank goodness they're gone.&lt;/span&gt; Oh I see why, they just landed a porn site!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There's nothing I'd rather be doing right now than be at &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; and continue my blogging there, a more private place where people are less annoying and sneaky. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2809938203119798333?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2809938203119798333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2809938203119798333&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2809938203119798333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2809938203119798333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/on-banana-splits-and-meddling-kids.html' title='on banana splits and meddling kids'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1021124928891269524</id><published>2008-05-18T14:38:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T20:24:01.265+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>ann-ology / criselle-ology</title><content type='html'>Err. Either way it doesn't sound right.&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed this one from my cool friend &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://trixiewasabi.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Trixie's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; blog..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let others know a little more about&lt;br /&gt;yourself, repost this with your name followed by &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"ology"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;TECHNOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is your wallpaper on your computer?&lt;br /&gt;*the goofy photo i took of my mum and dad at the beach.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzutO8OI/AAAAAAAAAxY/RNfRxso_FCs/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201596885672849634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzutO8OI/AAAAAAAAAxY/RNfRxso_FCs/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; this one right here.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201604264426664242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_PhOtO8TI/AAAAAAAAAyA/_UcDTxD3qtk/s200/subic+(34).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Q. How many televisions do you have in your house? *4. one of which is not working anymore. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BIOLOGY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Q. Are you right-handed or left-handed? *right-handed. but sometimes i like to think i'm &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ambidextrous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever had anything removed from your body? *the split ends on my hair.&lt;br /&gt;Q. What is the last heavy item you lifted? *my &lt;strong&gt;gigantic &lt;/strong&gt;sliding closet door. i have to deal with it every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever been knocked out? *i don't think so. i usually win esp. when wrestling with friends. i have extraordinary strength haha.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_JbutO8RI/AAAAAAAAAxw/_56itWKl0X4/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201597572867617042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_JbutO8RI/AAAAAAAAAxw/_56itWKl0X4/s200/tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;BULLSHITOLOGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. If it were possible, would you want to know the day you were going to die? *of course &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not &lt;/span&gt;because then i'd be too nervous and panicky.&lt;br /&gt;Q. If you could change your name, what would you change it to? *i really like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ysobel&lt;/span&gt; just like Izzie's is in Grey's Anatomy. Or maybe &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Blai&lt;/span&gt;r or &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Scarlett&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Summer.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzOtO8LI/AAAAAAAAAxA/feBB8kVypIQ/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201596877082914994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzOtO8LI/AAAAAAAAAxA/feBB8kVypIQ/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. What color do you think looks best on you? *i like old pink and brown on me. i &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; looked good on light purple.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Have you ever swallowed a non-food item? *yes. &lt;s&gt;paper&lt;/s&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DAREOLOGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you kiss a member of the same sex for $100? *I already did once with my sister when we were kids.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you allow one of your little fingers to be cut off for $200,000? *sorry. $2oo,000 is not enough to compensate for looking like a freak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q. Would you never blog again for $50,000? *hmm.. that got me thinking.. i love blogging but &lt;s&gt;i love money too.&lt;/s&gt; hehe. really hard question right there.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you pose naked in a magazine for $250,000? *like totally naked?! i'd be a rich girl without her &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;dignity&lt;/span&gt; then.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzetO8MI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Om0L8RbSrxc/s1600-h/devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201596881377882306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzetO8MI/AAAAAAAAAxI/Om0L8RbSrxc/s200/devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you drink an entire bottle of hot sauce for $1000? *Sure i guess. I have a very &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;high tolerance&lt;/span&gt; for spicy foods!&lt;br /&gt;Q. Would you, without fear of punishment, take a human life for $1,000,000? *&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;hell &lt;strong&gt;no!&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;only God is supposed to be allowed to do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DUMBOLOGY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What is in your left pocket? *it's empty.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Is Napoleon Dynamite actually a good movie? *ow haven't seen it.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you have hardwood or carpet in your house? *both, on different parts of the house&lt;br /&gt;Q: Do you sit or stand in the shower? *i usually stand. but sometimes when i feel lazy i sit.&lt;br /&gt;Q: How many pairs of flip flops do you own? *i'm not very fond of flip flops but i think i have four pairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;LASTOLOGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Last person who texted you? *Anaiza, a quote about Doraemon and Nobita. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Last person who called u? *my friend Red.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Person you hugged? *Mark Anthony &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_JbutO8SI/AAAAAAAAAx4/xWWWa7lzECc/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201597572867617058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_JbutO8SI/AAAAAAAAAx4/xWWWa7lzECc/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;FAVORITOLOGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Number? *the #17.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Season? *i love the summer feeling.. but then it could get &lt;strong&gt;really hot&lt;/strong&gt; in here. the kind that's almost like torture. like you're &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;being baked alive&lt;/span&gt;. i love the rainy season too.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzetO8NI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/eOR1zkq9hw0/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201596881377882322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzetO8NI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/eOR1zkq9hw0/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Color? *lime green and pink (&lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; the hello-kitty-kikay kind of pink though)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;CURRENTOLOGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Missing someone? *am&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; definitely&lt;/span&gt; missing a bunch of people&lt;br /&gt;Q: Mood? *it's, as usual, the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lazy Sunday&lt;/span&gt; mood.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Listening to? *Suspension by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Mae&lt;/span&gt; and Photograph by &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Air.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: Watching? *Gossip Girl episodes online.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Worrying about? *the quiz in Nutrition which I think I blew because of my &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sluggish&lt;/span&gt; and inefficient mood last week. (am crossing my fingers on that) haha. or &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Thursday's &lt;/span&gt;upcoming concert in Manila to which I have no idea how to get tickets for (!!!!). &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;*tears*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Q: Wearing? *shorts and a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tattered&lt;/span&gt; P.E. t-shirt from high school &lt;s&gt;(or from &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;elementary&lt;/span&gt; maybe?!)&lt;/s&gt; ehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;RANDOMOLOGY &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: First place you went this morning? *bathroom. brushed my teeth. yay. exciting.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzutO8PI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QHmaFPfWZO8/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201596885672849650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzutO8PI/AAAAAAAAAxg/QHmaFPfWZO8/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q: What can you not wait to do? *&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;anything or everything&lt;/span&gt; that has to do with the upcoming &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;vacation&lt;/span&gt;. even if it would only be a week or so. hello &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;desperate-for-a-break&lt;/span&gt; person here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Do you smile often? *Absolutely! Even at the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;most inappropriate&lt;/span&gt; times actually. Like while mom is scolding me or while my boyfriend is damn angry about what I just did.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_JbetO8QI/AAAAAAAAAxo/iKuda0ABblc/s1600-h/devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5201597568572649730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_JbetO8QI/AAAAAAAAAxo/iKuda0ABblc/s200/devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Or, on a more appropriate situation, when we have homemade tacos for merienda on Sundays. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Q: Are you a friendly person? *I probably am at the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Top 100 LEAST friendly persons on earth&lt;/span&gt; (okay, an exaggeration). I don't usually talk to unfamiliar people unless they talk to me first or unless they really interest me. However, I also &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;absolutely &lt;/span&gt;love and value my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;real friends&lt;/span&gt; to death.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok. There you have it.. A piece of me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For now, i'll be having some &lt;strong&gt;yummy&lt;/strong&gt; tacos. Ciao!XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1021124928891269524?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1021124928891269524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1021124928891269524&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1021124928891269524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1021124928891269524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/ann-ology-criselle-ology.html' title='ann-ology / criselle-ology'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SC_IzutO8OI/AAAAAAAAAxY/RNfRxso_FCs/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2727638438245807027</id><published>2008-05-17T02:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T12:34:10.682+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>under construction</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;blog is under construction.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;things around here may look &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;kind of&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; messy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;author is also&lt;strong&gt; not&lt;/strong&gt; in the &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;mood to blab about &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;her recent week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;will update&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;later.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;p.s. rainy days put a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;smile on my sarcastic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;not-s0-fond-of-the-new-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;people-showing-up-lately face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2727638438245807027?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2727638438245807027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2727638438245807027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2727638438245807027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2727638438245807027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/under-construction.html' title='under construction'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2250194795938692388</id><published>2008-05-01T17:29:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:50:31.514+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><title type='text'>the long-awaited batch</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am congratulating myself for finally being able to have my films processed. It was about time anyway. They've been waiting a little too long in the box already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lomographs &lt;/strong&gt;make me happy.:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 342px; HEIGHT: 259px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-2c.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158294235948&amp;amp;site=widget-2c.slide.com"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cameras used:&lt;/strong&gt; canon prima bf-7, vivitar ic 100 and fisheye 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;visit &lt;a href="http://annscreams.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;annscreams.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; for more photos.XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2250194795938692388?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2250194795938692388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2250194795938692388&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2250194795938692388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2250194795938692388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/05/long-awaited-batch.html' title='the long-awaited batch'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-3143271982594101634</id><published>2008-04-28T22:55:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T23:11:22.957+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>toxic but giddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today was &lt;strong&gt;toxic&lt;/strong&gt; as hell.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBXf-LxXdlI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nrv5OcmeGWI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194304004646467154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBXf-LxXdlI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nrv5OcmeGWI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Had an &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;annoying&lt;/span&gt; bulk of exams this afternoon which led to me having yet another one of my occasional headaches. It was &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;painful&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;crushing&lt;/span&gt;, as these things have always been. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There was just &lt;strong&gt;too much&lt;/strong&gt; information that I thought a seizure was next. Am really looking forward to the upcoming &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;4-day&lt;/span&gt; weekend! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But on a lighter, giddier note, what made my day was that &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Armi&lt;/span&gt;, the vocalist of &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Up Dharma Down&lt;/span&gt;, one of today's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;most credible&lt;/span&gt; bands (an opinion, but a strong one), just sent me a personal message.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBXexrxXdiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KC_1e1CjR7I/s1600-h/bedazled.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194302690386474530" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBXexrxXdiI/AAAAAAAAAvo/KC_1e1CjR7I/s200/bedazled.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Huge thanks to modern technology.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-3143271982594101634?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3143271982594101634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=3143271982594101634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3143271982594101634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3143271982594101634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/toxic-but-giddy.html' title='toxic but giddy'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBXf-LxXdlI/AAAAAAAAAwA/nrv5OcmeGWI/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5607153370223784519</id><published>2008-04-27T01:05:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T01:11:54.047+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>that mom thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The thing with my mom is that whenever her birthday comes she insists (or maybe more like &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;commands&lt;/span&gt;) that we don't buy her presents anymore. She says we're merely wasting our money (which according to her is her money too) and that what's more important is that she gets to spend her special day with us, her family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But in the end she gets a present from us anyway. It seems the daughters she raised got a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tinge&lt;/span&gt; of hardheadedness.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBNc17xXdeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/PuBWlV9AV_A/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193596876935886306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBNc17xXdeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/PuBWlV9AV_A/s200/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But whatever it is, it shall not involve a Hallmark card that comes with a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; pre-written message by some unknown author and a handwritten note from me on the other side of it. Even my deepest, most flamboyant, elaborate words would sound &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;superficial&lt;/span&gt; when told to her. You see, no number of thank you's or i love you's will ever be able to compensate and convey the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;exact feelings&lt;/span&gt; I have for the woman whom I owe my being to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Cheers to my mother. A nagger. A pushy pusher. A teacher. A role model. A best friend. A woman of strength, sense, wisdom and humor.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBNc2LxXdfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/mQtPrmN7ZS0/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193596881230853618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBNc2LxXdfI/AAAAAAAAAvQ/mQtPrmN7ZS0/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday too to her twin sister Aunt Tess, a person of determination.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maybe someday I will be able to give my mother and father the perfect present. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh how I long for that day.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBNc1rxXddI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VaxODF01aGU/s1600-h/angel.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193596872640918994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBNc1rxXddI/AAAAAAAAAvA/VaxODF01aGU/s200/angel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5607153370223784519?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5607153370223784519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5607153370223784519&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5607153370223784519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5607153370223784519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-mom-thing.html' title='that mom thing'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBNc17xXdeI/AAAAAAAAAvI/PuBWlV9AV_A/s72-c/blush.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2930513040836304533</id><published>2008-04-26T23:50:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T09:57:11.144+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>bummer of the week</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mood: envious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193734290119554562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBPZ0bxXdgI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YconivCQS1k/s320/IMG_1517.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;These guys got to meet &lt;strong&gt;Urbandub&lt;/strong&gt; up close and personal at their mall show. See those triumphant grins as they strike a pose with Gabby? &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lucky bastards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thony and I came a little too late. &lt;strong&gt;Big bummer.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBPaM7xXdhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/9Y8uvV6rsQ4/s1600-h/icon_mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193734711026349586" style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="bleh" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBPaM7xXdhI/AAAAAAAAAvg/9Y8uvV6rsQ4/s200/icon_mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2930513040836304533?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2930513040836304533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2930513040836304533&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2930513040836304533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2930513040836304533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/bummer-of-week.html' title='bummer of the week'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBPZ0bxXdgI/AAAAAAAAAvY/YconivCQS1k/s72-c/IMG_1517.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2513317606720247884</id><published>2008-04-26T10:03:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:52:27.628+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>jeepney</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBKV0rxXdYI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BK4jKRPcBp8/s1600-h/ann+sanguyu+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193378052647122306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBKV0rxXdYI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BK4jKRPcBp8/s320/ann+sanguyu+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;So this is how they attack,&lt;br /&gt;the pangs of uninvited &lt;em&gt;solitude&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Unkind, relentless.&lt;br /&gt;pressing, not leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streaks of blurry images,&lt;br /&gt;they roll by happily.&lt;br /&gt;Teasing, mocking me...&lt;br /&gt;emphasizing the emptiness&lt;br /&gt;that the next seat brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange faces hop in and go.&lt;br /&gt;But your warm presence stays absent.&lt;br /&gt;Where are you?&lt;br /&gt;Sit beside me like you have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How long shall this solitary jeepney ride go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;..my exaggerated thoughts while sitting alone in a jeepney.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;ann.04.26.08.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBKUELxXdXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Q17p5KPL1Cs/s1600-h/sweatdrop.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193376119911839090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBKUELxXdXI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/Q17p5KPL1Cs/s200/sweatdrop.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBKQFbxXdWI/AAAAAAAAAuI/Q7k-6-neVAU/s1600-h/icon_rolleyes.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2513317606720247884?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2513317606720247884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2513317606720247884&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2513317606720247884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2513317606720247884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/jeepney.html' title='jeepney'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBKV0rxXdYI/AAAAAAAAAuY/BK4jKRPcBp8/s72-c/ann+sanguyu+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5884492954050590269</id><published>2008-04-24T18:47:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T11:29:59.027+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>dahil mababaw lang ang tuwa ko..</title><content type='html'>kaya naman natawa ako dito.. (lifted from i-can't-remember-where)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang kalendaryo may date&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang hersheys may kisses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang probability may chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;yung ibang tao wala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang telepono hini-hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang film nadi-develop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang typewriter nata-type-pan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;yung ibang tao hindi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang exams sinasagot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang problema iniisip&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang homework inu-uwi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;ung ibang tao hindi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang panyo na dadantay sa pisngi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang baso dinadampian ng labi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang unan inaakap sa gabi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang kamalian napapansin&lt;br /&gt;buti pa ang salamin minamasdan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang hininga hinahabol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;yung ibang tao hindi!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang tindera nagpapatawad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang awit at tugtog pinagsasama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang sugat inaalagaan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang lungs malapit sa puso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang kotse mahal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;buti pa ang pera iniingatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;yung ibang tao hindi!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-rxXdRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/BsRKrRs6TqM/s1600-h/icon_mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192754801352865042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-rxXdRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/BsRKrRs6TqM/s200/icon_mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wala lang. Anyway, dahil tagalog ko na inumpisahan 'to so itutuloy ko na rin ang pagtatagalog. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;agalog mode&lt;/span&gt; muna ako ngayon. Pasensya na lang sa mga foreigners na readers ko. Pero ok lang, dadalawa lang naman ata sila. hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ayoko sanang magkwento tungkol sa summer classes kasi nakakataas ng blood pressure. Kaya lang ano naman ang ikikwento ko besides dun eh aral, uwi, tulog, review lang naman ang naging buhay ko for the past two weeks. Gustong-gusto kong gumawa ng iba pang &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;makabuluhang bagay&lt;/span&gt; kaya lang sadyang wala na akong &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;energy&lt;/span&gt; pagkatapos ng isang buong araw sa skul.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-LxXdNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lEVXNqDJMsE/s1600-h/icon_confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192754792762930386" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-LxXdNI/AAAAAAAAAtA/lEVXNqDJMsE/s200/icon_confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dapat pala naniwala ako nung sabihin sa amin kelan lang na malapit na talagang matapos ang maliligayang araw namin.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-bxXdOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/puPOk0HMiyU/s1600-h/icon_cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192754797057897698" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-bxXdOI/AAAAAAAAAtI/puPOk0HMiyU/s200/icon_cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Actually kung ako ang tatanungin eh hindi naman mahirap ang Nursing (as of now). &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;akakapagod&lt;/span&gt; lang talaga.&lt;/span&gt; Yung tamang manggigigil ka na lang sa tabi pero wala ka naman magagawa kundi sumunod.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-rxXdPI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/E3Ovyx_Jxbw/s1600-h/icon_sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192754801352865010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-rxXdPI/AAAAAAAAAtQ/E3Ovyx_Jxbw/s200/icon_sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway wala naman talaga akong karapatan magcomplain kasi, sabi nga ng &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ulirang &lt;/span&gt;ina ko, maraming tao pa dyan ang &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;mas naghihirap&lt;/span&gt; kesa sa kin.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBgJLxXdUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uS5iv6DzSnY/s1600-h/icon_neutral.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192756081253119298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBgJLxXdUI/AAAAAAAAAt4/uS5iv6DzSnY/s200/icon_neutral.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Kumbaga &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O.A.&lt;/span&gt; lang talaga ako. hehe..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nakakainis lang talaga kasi &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;they took away my precious summer vacation!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBgI7xXdSI/AAAAAAAAAto/0EzhOy4dZpo/s1600-h/icon_surprised.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192756076958151970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBgI7xXdSI/AAAAAAAAAto/0EzhOy4dZpo/s200/icon_surprised.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-rxXdQI/AAAAAAAAAtY/olWUxVpW8wY/s1600-h/icon_mad.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pero kahit ganun eh enjoy pa rin naman kahit papano. Andyan ang mga bago (pati luma) kong kaibigan araw-araw at marami akong bagong natututuhan as opposed to two months of &lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#993399;"&gt;sedentary lifestyle&lt;/span&gt; I used to always have kapag darating na ang April at May. &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Na&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;kaka-elevate nga naman ng pagkatao.&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm. Sa ngayon ay mananahimik na ako kasi tinatamad na akong ituloy ito at nahihirapan na rin akong magtagalog (Siyet. Nakakahiya kay Rizal. hehe).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ai oo nga pala, speaking of Jose Rizal, pinanood namin sa klase yung movie ng life niya para sa PSEUDO-major subject namin for summer: the Rizal course. It was the version starred by Cesar Montano. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hindi&lt;/span&gt; ako fan ni Cesar at &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;lalong&lt;/span&gt; hindi ako isa sa mga nagpapicture kasama siya nung bumisita siya sa school namin para &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;manggitara at kumanta&lt;/span&gt; noong nakaraang &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;eleksyon.&lt;/span&gt; Pero &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sobrang&lt;/span&gt; natouch ako sa professional acting niya dun sa movie. At dahil nga hindi lang tawa ang mababaw sa akin kundi luha din, eh medyo naiyak-iyak ako. Naappreciate ko tuloy si Rizal. Yun lang.. The rest is corny and more teary-eyed history.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBgI7xXdTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/b7goVN2sxvQ/s1600-h/icon_idea.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192756076958151986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBgI7xXdTI/AAAAAAAAAtw/b7goVN2sxvQ/s200/icon_idea.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;happy bday to my friends juni, jo and amie..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;tnx to gyk for the tips!:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5884492954050590269?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5884492954050590269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5884492954050590269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5884492954050590269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5884492954050590269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/dahil-mababaw-lang-ang-tuwa-ko.html' title='dahil mababaw lang ang tuwa ko..'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/SBBe-rxXdRI/AAAAAAAAAtg/BsRKrRs6TqM/s72-c/icon_mrgreen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1218288648842441960</id><published>2008-04-11T08:44:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:20:25.175+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>my scholarly boyfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I am proud to announce that my boyfriend is now officially a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;College Scholar&lt;/span&gt; too.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6v-HapYfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6WZuoR7NA3U/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187777302454952434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6v-HapYfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6WZuoR7NA3U/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'd like to think that it was me who pushed him into it, what with all the nagging that he got from me all throughout the semester about how it's time to throw away his happy-go-lucky attitude. But then thinking deeper, I think it was more the product of initiative coming from himself than pushing from a pushy girlfriend. I mean, knowing Thony, he's the guy who wouldn't work for something which never really caught his heart in the first place. He'd rather sleep or play RF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I know that joining the scholarship bandwagon may not be the most important thing about this whole course that we got ourselves into. There could be more self-defining challenges in the future. But then, it still &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; something and if you've got the potential why not use it, right?! Sayang naman diba. Why not aim to be the best you can be? There's no harm in doing so... Only some sacrifices all throughout and sweet glory in the end.:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know he's got potential.. and a &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LOT&lt;/span&gt; of it. I'm glad he's really starting to utilize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another advantage of the incident was that he just earned a hundred &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;good shot points&lt;/span&gt; from my mom and dad. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6xj3apYiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/32MnLKeb9uU/s1600-h/devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187779050506641954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6xj3apYiI/AAAAAAAAAsk/32MnLKeb9uU/s200/devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, joining us in our cheery mood last Tuesday were Yen and Eric. Had fun catching up and being nostalgic and all about high school. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ooh those were good times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6wPXapYhI/AAAAAAAAAsc/SEkMoCGMrTc/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187777598807695890" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6wPXapYhI/AAAAAAAAAsc/SEkMoCGMrTc/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day I also got a haircut which, like all other haircuts I've had in the recent past, didn't bring about any drastic change to my look. When I got home, I asked my sister (in Kapampangan of course) if "maganda ba bagong gupit ko?" and she was like "ahh nagpagupit ka?!".&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6wL3apYgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qsK_BjoMug4/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187777538678153730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6wL3apYgI/AAAAAAAAAsU/qsK_BjoMug4/s200/happy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, Thony and I were at SM Pamp. coz we thought it's been a while since we visited the place together. I got a new voodoo doll and I also purchased 200 grams of the dried squid which I've been craving for for a while now. Had a wonderful date, minus the sored feet I got in the end. I knew I shouldn't have worn those heels!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6yI3apYjI/AAAAAAAAAss/lAhJon7Yz3Y/s1600-h/mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187779686161801778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6yI3apYjI/AAAAAAAAAss/lAhJon7Yz3Y/s200/mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buh-bye for now. Got a meeting with Red and Arren later for the final (hopefully!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6yW3apYkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/KCeFooIOb2E/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187779926679970370" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6yW3apYkI/AAAAAAAAAs0/KCeFooIOb2E/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) printing of the CDx.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1218288648842441960?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1218288648842441960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1218288648842441960&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1218288648842441960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1218288648842441960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-scholarly-boyfriend.html' title='my scholarly boyfriend'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_6v-HapYfI/AAAAAAAAAsM/6WZuoR7NA3U/s72-c/wink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2391029955639342417</id><published>2008-04-07T18:10:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:54:03.567+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>what's left of a summer vacation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(More photos of our beach trip at &lt;a href="http://annscreams.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;annscreams.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hey there. I apologize for the not-too-long absence.. I've got &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;one week&lt;/span&gt; before our summer classes start.. Might as well make the most out of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oral defense for the CDx is finally over. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Big whew.&lt;/span&gt; I wouldn't want to elaborate but to summarize how it went, let me quote Mr. Lagazon, one of our panelists and only the oldest (literally) and most &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"batikan"&lt;/span&gt; among all C.I.s in our college: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"I must say that you did a very good work."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nuWoMOF1I/AAAAAAAAArE/i5hUh02dgjE/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186438518407042898" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nuWoMOF1I/AAAAAAAAArE/i5hUh02dgjE/s200/blush.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Quite a bland and simple statement to quote.. but there really was something blissfully fulfilling with the way he said it. You should've heard it yourself. I'm so thankful that the panelists' decision for our work is not to start all over again, a verdict which other sections sadly got. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nuboMOF2I/AAAAAAAAArM/MAGZDmUPxOs/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186438604306388834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nuboMOF2I/AAAAAAAAArM/MAGZDmUPxOs/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But that's not the end of CDx. We still have a few revisions to do on it. Our house have constantly been the home of some classmates for a few days now. CDx has kind of taken over what was left of a summer vacation for me. But even so, I wasn't going to let it completely grab all opportunities to have fun. Duh.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nupYMOF3I/AAAAAAAAArU/h4Z-joJ1dz0/s1600-h/devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186438840529590130" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nupYMOF3I/AAAAAAAAArU/h4Z-joJ1dz0/s200/devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Starbucks at SM Clark has finally opened. And it's &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;not helping at all&lt;/span&gt; with my coffee addiction. Haha. Thony, Red, Arren, Mitch and I hung out at the place after spending the whole day at my house patching CDx things up. Had fun. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Coffee and friends never fail to make me happy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186433922792036082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nqLIMOFvI/AAAAAAAAAqU/v8SWjpK25bk/s320/DSC02155.JPG" border="0" /&gt; But it's not only coffee and friends that do.. The sun, sea's waves pushing on me as I lie on white sand, cool reggae music by the beach, a two-piece swimsuit, some yummy "talaba", lots of great food, beach volleyball with complete strangers, rockin' henna tattooes, and &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;quality time&lt;/span&gt; with my mom, dad and sister also do make me sooooo happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We drove to the &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Camayan&lt;/span&gt; Beach at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Subic&lt;/span&gt; to get some kind of timeout for all of us. The place is so damn &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"photogenic".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nuwoMOF4I/AAAAAAAAArc/i4EQhn47plg/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186438965083641730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nuwoMOF4I/AAAAAAAAArc/i4EQhn47plg/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I wasn't glad to leave at all even if I was undeniably exhausted in the end.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186434618576738050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nqzoMOFwI/AAAAAAAAAqc/mG_fhB8Y6I4/s320/subic+(11).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186436551312021314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nskIMOF0I/AAAAAAAAAq8/RX8J4UQp4Lo/s320/subic+(43).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186435975786403634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nsCoMOFzI/AAAAAAAAAq0/A0Bh6Ugv_OY/s320/subic+(14).JPG" border="0" /&gt;Oh and yeah I made it a point not to stay too long under the sun.. I'm not exactly the person who would look better with an &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;even &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;tanner&lt;/span&gt; skin than the one I already have inherited from my dad. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186435078138238738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nrOYMOFxI/AAAAAAAAAqk/TZbelaWGbEg/s320/subic+(20).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186435258526865186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nrY4MOFyI/AAAAAAAAAqs/8tI9ZztSfp0/s320/subic+(25).JPG" border="0" /&gt;I've no problem with being morena though.. hahah. O diba ang ganda ng likod ko?! hehe.. likod lang naman. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nvGoMOF5I/AAAAAAAAArk/OXW9osjWBMM/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186439343040763794" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nvGoMOF5I/AAAAAAAAArk/OXW9osjWBMM/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On to other serious matters.. I've developed &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;yet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;another&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;addiction..&lt;/span&gt; Something which I, like all other addicts feel toward their addiction, unfortunately but delightedly can't get enough of.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nwXYMOF8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/r8s1madF6FI/s1600-h/devil.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186440730315200450" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nwXYMOF8I/AAAAAAAAAr8/r8s1madF6FI/s200/devil.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Alright I'll spill. It's the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Gossip&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dammit. One time, I ended up sleeping at 4am coz I won't turn off the DVD player. It's just so fckin'.. err what's the word?! &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Phenomenally&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;engrossing.&lt;/span&gt; But that's just me. I easily get seduced by the kind of glamor that its story has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hooray Thony's guitar (yeah the one that got broken in two coz of me) is finally cured!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nv0oMOF7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/VgeB4TBuWLo/s1600-h/mochi2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186440133314746290" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nv0oMOF7I/AAAAAAAAAr0/VgeB4TBuWLo/s200/mochi2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He spent a whole lot for him just to hear its voice again (his motto is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"treat your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;guitar like&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;your wife"!&lt;/span&gt;) and it was all worth it coz now the guitar looks brand new. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Beautiful.&lt;/span&gt; Just the way it has always been. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BTW speaking of my guy, Thony's older brother purchased a handsome &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Toyota &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Vios.&lt;/span&gt; Now Thony, being the "sipsip" younger bro that he is, would of course be free to drive it around. Ok now I'm green with envy.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_n0tYMOF9I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_OrmQSn15gs/s1600-h/mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186445506318833618" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_n0tYMOF9I/AAAAAAAAAsE/_OrmQSn15gs/s200/mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I'm the younger bro's girlfiriend so I'm sure to get free rides anyway. hihihi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now. Ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;XOXO Gossip Girl's fan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe that doesn't work. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2391029955639342417?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2391029955639342417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2391029955639342417&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2391029955639342417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2391029955639342417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-left-of-summer-vacation.html' title='what&apos;s left of a summer vacation'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R_nuWoMOF1I/AAAAAAAAArE/i5hUh02dgjE/s72-c/blush.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8001929885407069958</id><published>2008-03-29T02:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T02:24:25.864+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;i'd take another chance. take a fall. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;take a shot for you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and i need you&lt;br /&gt;like a heart needs a beat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;but it's nothin' new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;---'apologize'&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;embed name="myflashfetish" align="middle" src="http://www.mp3asset.com/swf/mp3/myflashfetish-mp3-player.swf" width="218" height="155" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" wmode="transparent" flashvars="myid=8854101&amp;amp;path=2008/03/28&amp;amp;mycolor=0xCC086D&amp;amp;mycolor2=0x995151&amp;amp;mycolor3=0x91905D&amp;amp;autoplay=true&amp;amp;rand=0&amp;amp;f=3&amp;amp;vol=100&amp;amp;pat=0"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myflashfetish.com/music-player/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p style="VISIBILITY: visible"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="VISIBILITY: hidden; WIDTH: 0px; HEIGHT: 0px" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDY3ODQ3NjUxNTYmcHQ9MTIwNjc4NTA*Nzg5MCZwPTE4MDMxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" width="0" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;damn i'm in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-0jzIMOFsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_rGDPbSk778/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182838107452348098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-0jzIMOFsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_rGDPbSk778/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;even if this song actually means somehow otherwise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;it's almost 2:30 a.m..&lt;br /&gt;just got through final exams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am tired.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-0rIYMOFuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KOLZwtwyiDE/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182846169105962722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-0rIYMOFuI/AAAAAAAAAqM/KOLZwtwyiDE/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;physically and mentally.&lt;br /&gt;but i'm still up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;really&lt;/span&gt; want a cup of coffee. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;but i'm too chicken to go downstairs all by myself to make one.&lt;br /&gt;yes i'm that naive.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-0q2IMOFtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/joFniq8f9Wc/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182845855573350098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-0q2IMOFtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/joFniq8f9Wc/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8001929885407069958?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8001929885407069958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8001929885407069958&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8001929885407069958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8001929885407069958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/apologize.html' title='apologize'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-0jzIMOFsI/AAAAAAAAAp8/_rGDPbSk778/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-3193523127804397202</id><published>2008-03-23T08:37:00.014+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:31:18.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>i write</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(edited)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been sitting here for the past hour with a &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;blank brain&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I really wanna write.&lt;/span&gt; But what am I to write about?!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WpQ4MOFqI/AAAAAAAAAps/jBodm3VqKgM/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180733053786265250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WpQ4MOFqI/AAAAAAAAAps/jBodm3VqKgM/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I used to be the kid who wrote about &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;everything.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah from high school &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;intrams&lt;/span&gt; t-shirts which everyone makes a big fuss about... to the very first time I, all scared and anxious, shaved my legs without telling my mom... to the neighbors' dog who made it a point and a daily habit to poo in front of our house instead&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WnI4MOFoI/AAAAAAAAApc/6qx3KZD7oAE/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180730717324056194" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WnI4MOFoI/AAAAAAAAApc/6qx3KZD7oAE/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. The stacks of notebooks (whose covers were adorned with collages of whatever my attitude or interest is for a certain phase) hidden away in my closet told my story. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The story of every era in my not-so-complicated life.&lt;/span&gt; The story of different personalities colliding into one. A story which is yet to end and to be completed (if I'm destined for a longer life that is, and I'm well hoping for that!).&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-Wm9oMOFnI/AAAAAAAAApU/xud7c7gnHEo/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180730524050527858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-Wm9oMOFnI/AAAAAAAAApU/xud7c7gnHEo/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;I used to believe I was born to write.&lt;/span&gt; Writing, for me, has always been a refuge during angry days and a loyal pal throughout felicitous moments . If I wasn't taught how to use a pencil in elementary, I'd probably be mentally challenged by now. It's an outlet of emotions not only for me, but I'm sure for millions of others. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's a way of life.&lt;/span&gt; Or maybe a passion. It's innate in most human beings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But now I'm just too busy with other things. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess I've changed.&lt;/span&gt; People change. It's one truth about life that could sometimes be sad, but that which is inevitable.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WnMoMOFpI/AAAAAAAAApk/NJBm4kVyy7I/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180730781748565650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WnMoMOFpI/AAAAAAAAApk/NJBm4kVyy7I/s200/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But don't get me wrong. I'm relatively contented with the way things are going for me and I'm grateful for every blessing that God continuously shoves at my path. It's just that sometimes, people need to do certain things that would make them feel more like themselves. It's part of the quest for self-actualization or something else or whatever. You could ask Abraham Maslow about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Someday, one day, any day, I'd like to find time to write the way I used to write before. Soulful. Honest. Me. I have to. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I need to.&lt;/span&gt; It's one of the things I'm missing these days and that which would make me feel&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Ok that's a start. And&lt;/span&gt; that felt good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WpeIMOFrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/G8oh-Ng2JNY/s1600-h/mochi2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180733281419531954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WpeIMOFrI/AAAAAAAAAp0/G8oh-Ng2JNY/s200/mochi2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-3193523127804397202?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3193523127804397202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=3193523127804397202&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3193523127804397202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3193523127804397202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-write.html' title='i write'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-WpQ4MOFqI/AAAAAAAAAps/jBodm3VqKgM/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8405286528837225174</id><published>2008-03-22T10:51:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T12:38:27.742+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>something new</title><content type='html'>haha. got a new layout.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-RytoMOFkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/29Zro088KGA/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391599591265858" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-RytoMOFkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/29Zro088KGA/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i'm still working on it.. and I don't really have much time right now. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;finals is  on Monday &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and I'm not even halfway through the 48  handouts! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-Ry34MOFlI/AAAAAAAAApE/QQpLjdzt4ZY/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180391775684925010" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-Ry34MOFlI/AAAAAAAAApE/QQpLjdzt4ZY/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;got..to..get..away..from..pc!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;be back in a few days! err.. or maybe a little later.. ciao.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-RzQoMOFmI/AAAAAAAAApM/5atk-X3gVNU/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180392200886687330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-RzQoMOFmI/AAAAAAAAApM/5atk-X3gVNU/s200/tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8405286528837225174?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8405286528837225174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8405286528837225174&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8405286528837225174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8405286528837225174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/something-new.html' title='something new'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-RytoMOFkI/AAAAAAAAAo8/29Zro088KGA/s72-c/love.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8141534356392086610</id><published>2008-03-19T13:47:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T14:40:10.122+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>2 years and still running.</title><content type='html'>Last &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;03.17.08&lt;/span&gt; was me and thony's &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2nd anniversary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CdiwCjBlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jdERXJJ3E5Q/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179312791812769362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CdiwCjBlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jdERXJJ3E5Q/s200/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We thought of doing something new.. something we've never done before.. and so we went shopping in &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;divisoria&lt;/span&gt;! weee... 'Twas my first time to go there and I'm glad it was with him. Yay! I felt a little guilty buying so much stuff all in one day so I didn't spend all my money.. But i still can't believe that the 3,000 pesos I consumed went such a&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt; long looong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;way.. damn I'm definitely going back to DV! I even got to buy pasalubong for my dad, mom and Tin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The only thing we hated were the icky&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CdtwCjBmI/AAAAAAAAAns/DwWm0ksuvCQ/s1600-h/mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179312980791330402" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CdtwCjBmI/AAAAAAAAAns/DwWm0ksuvCQ/s200/mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; muddy streets we had to walk on.. it rained sometime in the afternoon that's why. I felt like throwing up all throughout the bus ride (as always) coz of the air freshener (which I've hated since the day I was born&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-ColACjBrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/C18GV7P6gvk/s1600-h/shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179324925095380658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-ColACjBrI/AAAAAAAAAoU/C18GV7P6gvk/s200/shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;), but I nevertheless of course &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;loved &lt;/span&gt;the experience. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CfVQCjBoI/AAAAAAAAAn8/BtSWb09Ju1w/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We also got lost a little but found our way afterwards. Oh well, getting lost was kind of fun anyway. lol. On the way home, we watched the orange sun set behind the mountains... and then I was &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Just like that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CpPQCjBtI/AAAAAAAAAok/UN3tmnb-CEE/s1600-h/angel.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179325650944853714" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CpPQCjBtI/AAAAAAAAAok/UN3tmnb-CEE/s200/angel.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Twas yet another first for us. And there'll definitely be more in the future. Stay tuned for more of the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;adventures of Ann and Thony.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CdiwCjBlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jdERXJJ3E5Q/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CfFwCjBnI/AAAAAAAAAn0/QbIuN8UgsMU/s1600-h/hamu05.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up earlier than usual today. Made a large tumbler of iced&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; coffee.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CqAQCjBuI/AAAAAAAAAos/WL3VPX_QKhc/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179326492758443746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CqAQCjBuI/AAAAAAAAAos/WL3VPX_QKhc/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-Ch5ACjBpI/AAAAAAAAAoE/ZEfT11WKvp0/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's been a while since I had coffee coz my mum won't buy cream. Was about to go back upstairs, watch cable or turn the PC on and go online like I always do but then I had a glimpse of the garden outside and decided to sip my coffee and sit under the large green umbrella there instead. The morning was really cool and quiet.. Gave me a chance to clear my head. And I was like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"why the hell don't I do this more often?!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, I can't believe I'm still not starting to review for final exams. Just the thought of it gives me shivers..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-Co3gCjBsI/AAAAAAAAAoc/QfekG6CNuG4/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179325242922960578" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-Co3gCjBsI/AAAAAAAAAoc/QfekG6CNuG4/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hihihi.. BTW, because it's Holy Week, as is our family tradition, we're going to see the &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;"magdarame"&lt;/span&gt; later (or whatever they officially call themselves).. can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all for now.. Yipee my emoticons are back!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CljwCjBqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KKigYHb-ivk/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179321605085660834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CljwCjBqI/AAAAAAAAAoM/KKigYHb-ivk/s200/love.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;P.S. You won't ever hear (or read rather) me say anything about the upcoming &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;summer &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;vacation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; err.. coz I'm not one of the lucky people who will be having it. It's the start of our batch's summer classes so byebye to 2-month-long vacations for me.. &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Screw Nursing!&lt;/span&gt; (hehe joke lang ung screwing part.. baka makarma.)&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-GWm4MOFjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/YppXriOtgvc/s1600-h/adopted_sl2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179586641115616818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-GWm4MOFjI/AAAAAAAAAo0/YppXriOtgvc/s200/adopted_sl2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8141534356392086610?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8141534356392086610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8141534356392086610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8141534356392086610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8141534356392086610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-years.html' title='2 years and still running.'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R-CdiwCjBlI/AAAAAAAAAnk/jdERXJJ3E5Q/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-9160847521454344877</id><published>2008-03-16T11:18:00.040+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T13:12:41.967+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='favorite people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>not another long post</title><content type='html'>Check out annscreams.multiply.com for more photos... click &lt;a href="http://annscreams.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;THIS.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll have to refresh the page coz it'd be a little distorted at first.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A really big &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WHOA&lt;/span&gt;! I can't believe I actually got past that week! I'm not sure there are even words to describe what I just went through. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;'Twas a myriad of emotions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok this is again about the CDX thing. And I assure you that this won't be the last post I'll be doing about it coz there are more CDXs that I'll be doing in my life. We've only just begun.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Monday.&lt;/span&gt; I can't remember what happened so let's just skip that.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Tuesday.&lt;/span&gt; Our class (or at least the 20 or so people who actually have an inkling of care about this major project) &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crashed&lt;/span&gt; my house for an overnight work. Now when I say &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crashed&lt;/span&gt;, I really mean &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crashed.&lt;/span&gt; Bond papers, tally sheets, laptops, mongol pencils, USBs, backpacks, tempura, biscuits, whatever kind of snack you could think of, and half empty glasses of Pepsi were all over the place. Even if there were sleeping mattresses spread on many parts of the house, no one actually did have a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;decent&lt;/span&gt; sleep. Oh wait I did sleep.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for 30 minutes!&lt;/span&gt; Morning came and we're off to school again. The manuscript was half finished.&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I so love my parent&lt;/strong&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; for all their support, patience and for putting up with all the mess that we've created.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Wednesday.&lt;/span&gt; Half of the class slept all throughout the morning classes, or at least those classes with instructors who won't send you out for&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; snoozing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; coz you were one of the unfortunate ones who had to stay up all night &lt;strong&gt;panicking.&lt;/strong&gt; After school we worked at Jan's house. We only stayed there til midnight coz we didn't have the energy anymore to do overnight work again. However, there was not much sleep to get at home either coz we had to review for 3 exams for Thursday anyway. We are now beginning to realize that our chosen course is &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;slowly starting to kill us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178225885914006962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zBAgCjBbI/AAAAAAAAAmU/62TgkswxFRM/s320/25.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178228677642749394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zDjACjBdI/AAAAAAAAAmk/ca1B9V3mWnw/s320/27.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thursday, the 13th of March&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;, came&lt;/span&gt; --- the date set for the deadliest &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;deadline&lt;/span&gt; of the Community Diagnosis. At exactly &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5:oo pm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, all manuscripts should have been placed at the top of Ma'am Jen's (our level coordinator) desk at the LC's office. The concerned individuals from our class ditched our 1:00-4:00 p.m. make-up class to finish the manuscript. I'm so glad I was one of them &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(yeah like I had a choice!)&lt;/span&gt; coz even if I'm now behind on our PHC lessons at least I was there to witness and be part of the&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; intensity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; of those final sweaty-hands-with-butterflies-in-the-stomach moments. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everyone was on the move.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Everyone was on the top of their voices trying to finish things off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fifteen minutes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; before 5:00 p.m. when our "mahiwagang" printer finally puked out the very last piece of bond paper. Instantly, Red and Badong hopped on the tricycle waiting outside the house and nagged the driver to drive them to school in lightning speed. We, the ones left, waited anxiously for news. We all cheered when after 20 minutes or so they finally sent a message saying we were able to meet the deadline. They got to the office at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;exactly&lt;/span&gt; 5:00 p.m! Can't help but get teary-eyed. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our exhaustion and sleepless nights paid off after all.&lt;/span&gt; Only five out of 18 sections were able to submit on time. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Our section was the fifth.&lt;/span&gt; :')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;We went home that night not as classmates, but as friends.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Friday.&lt;/span&gt; We couldn't celebrate just yet. We still had exams and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mind torture &lt;/span&gt;to face for that day. But at 3p.m. we were finally dismissed. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yey freedom!&lt;/span&gt; Later at 7:30 p.m. some classmates and I met up at the school again then had dinner, a few drinks and KTV at Whythouse Grill. Thony was there too. It was kind of like a victory party and also an early celebration for mah birthday..!:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178236172360680930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zKXQCjBeI/AAAAAAAAAms/jkRY-WwG6g4/s320/37.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178236687756756466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zK1QCjBfI/AAAAAAAAAm0/OGmP9Du9Wmk/s320/44.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178237460850869762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zLiQCjBgI/AAAAAAAAAm8/X3YoS8YHYDQ/s320/38.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Saturday. 15th of March.&lt;/span&gt; Ok well the good news is that it was my birthday (hooray!) .. But the bad news is that I'm &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;19 &lt;/span&gt;now, my last year with a 'teen' on it (no hooray for that). For now I'm not going to write much about my being 19 coz I haven't reflected about it yet. Maybe later. Anyway, the people who were with me yesterday and all those who remembered to greet me completed my day. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I was soooo touched by their messages. &lt;/span&gt;Awww.. :') This is one of those days when I feel &lt;strong&gt;really really&lt;/strong&gt; loved.. Thony and I spent the afternoon at the mall and ate at Fortune teahouse. Afterwards my family, Thony and I ate again at VFW, a place near Clarkfield which serves American and Aussie stuff. I had a simple yet happy day.:)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178238306959427090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zMTgCjBhI/AAAAAAAAAnE/ZF61a7t57zg/s320/58.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178238762225960482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zMuACjBiI/AAAAAAAAAnM/Lh3X19ud9xk/s320/59.JPG" border="0" /&gt; You've reached the end of yet another long post. Ciao!: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. Tomorrow, it'll be &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;two years&lt;/span&gt; since Thony and I started this relationship thing. My my.. time flies real fast. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;*blush* &lt;/span&gt;(even though I don't usually blush coz maitim ako.. ay este morena pala.. hehehe.) :D&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178242567566984754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zQLgCjBjI/AAAAAAAAAnU/I5cfynY9L68/s320/IMG_1286.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-9160847521454344877?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9160847521454344877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=9160847521454344877&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9160847521454344877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9160847521454344877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/check-out-my-multiply-site-for-more.html' title='not another long post'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9zBAgCjBbI/AAAAAAAAAmU/62TgkswxFRM/s72-c/25.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-4908753938540881957</id><published>2008-03-09T12:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T14:00:47.416+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='skool'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>kinacareer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Monday, my friends and I went to AUFMC in between classes to visit Arren's sick mom. The complications of her condition left her in temporary (at least we hope so) &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dementia &lt;/span&gt;(forgetfulness). She couldn't even recognize her own daughter. Arren started crying when she realized this. I, on the other hand, tried to stop myself from breaking down but the tears came out anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I believe that me crying was completely inappropriate that's why that experience left me in doubt of my future nursing abilities. I mean, I could take the physical and mental exhaustion and all that..&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; but I need more work on the emotional side.&lt;/span&gt; People in this kind of career have to learn to detach themselves at least a little bit from sick people's situations.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;or they'll end up sucking in all the depression.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This week was again dominated by CDX. There is not one day during the past week that I went straight home or to the mall or to some other place other than school. The library has become our second home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;No time to procrastinate.&lt;/span&gt; That's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yesterday I, together with a few equally concerned classmates, sacrificed the whole Saturday encoding the data we have gathered. This morning I had the most wonderfully devastating news I've heard all week: that Badong's laptop was stricken by virus and that all the files in it were wiped out. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;All my yesterday's work are stored in it. &lt;/span&gt;No duplicate copies have yet been made. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;One whole saturday wasted.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Submission of the whole CDX manuscript is on &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thursday.&lt;/span&gt; We're not even half way through. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;LECHE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thony and I had wanton noodles yesterday at Chowking. Suddenly I needed some tissue which were located at his side of the table so I asked him to hand over some to me....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; uy tissue...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thony:&lt;/span&gt; miss you too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;whahaha. :D&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; LORL! (laugh out really loud).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;err. gets niyo? kung hinde xenxa na. gotta get some sleep!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-4908753938540881957?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4908753938540881957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=4908753938540881957&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4908753938540881957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4908753938540881957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/kinacareer.html' title='kinacareer'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6107284394955491015</id><published>2008-03-02T12:15:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T10:25:25.937+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>cdx, recognition, french baker and dirt cheap cameras!</title><content type='html'>This week, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;CDX (community diagnosis)&lt;/span&gt; has taken over everyone's lives.. or well, the lives of sophomore students at our college for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our class had its first exposure to the community of San Jose last Wednesday and even though it was definitely not as easy as 1-2-3, I still enjoyed the first experience with my classmates. I'm just a little anxious about the next steps because as the leader in our group, I seem to be one of those whom our instructors depend on to organize the class on this whole thing. I don't want the added responsibility but I can't do anything about it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;First day was exhausting and so will be the following days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;On to other matters.. It was the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;college recognition day&lt;/span&gt; last Friday and I was one of those recognized. Plus my sister too. Our level coordinator cancelled all the awardees' 2-5pm classes which meant that I didn't have to attend RLE class. I felt that it was completely unnecessary to cancel class since the awarding ceremonies shall not start until 5pm but heck I didn't want to miss that wonderful opportunity to skip community diagnosis for once, so I was happy and contented with the level coordinator's decision! And so since I had 3 hours of nothing-to-do time, I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;guiltily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; went home, took a nap, went online, ate a can of Stik-o and pampered meeself while the rest of my classmates marched yet again to the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;battlefield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; called San Jose. Hihihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5pm came. My parents, grandma, aunt, Thony and Tin's boyfriend Jerome were there to watch. My dad was the one who went up the stage with me since my mom already did last year. Felt great shaking hands with the dean and all that stunt, but the ceremony lasted &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;too long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that my empty stomach kept grunting the whole time. Badong and Mike (my other scholarly and equally hungry classmates) kept texting to me their desperations and boredom throughout the progam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175566291840468386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9NOHwCjBaI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ENoD5gCrWS8/s320/recog+edited+02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I ate a hearty dinner as soon as we reached home where a bunch of our relatives were waiting. When Thony left, I had no one my age to talk to so I invited my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;kid cousins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; over to my room. And I played games with them! They really liked me I must say.: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like kids. They're devoid of any malicious intent towards their fellow humans. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Kids never give fake smiles. &lt;/span&gt;They may fight over the littlest things but forget about it after a few minutes. If only adults could follow their example.. then the world shall &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;get rid of all that&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Oh and I also thanked God for giving me &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;some brains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Saturday came and I'm off to school again for community diagnosis matters. Yung group lang namin ang sumipot sa "class" meeting. And I'm proud of our group for that. hehe. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tallying was crucial and suspenseful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, Thony, Red, Khay, Jan, Paul and I hit SM Clark for some real food. We hoarded the "eat all you kan-in" at Tokyo Tokyo. After Jan and Paul left, the four of us remaining felt that we still haven't had our fill yet so we went around looking for merienda and found French Baker inviting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;We spent almost two hours sitting at the place wherein we picked on passers-by and innocent-looking foreigners. Red and Khay also filled me and Thony in on all the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dirty gos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sip&lt;/span&gt; (I'm &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;stupid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;when it comes to gossip so someone has to narrate to me the happenings every other time). We laughed 'til the nearby foreigners stared at us and all the food we ate got digested and we felt hungry all over again. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aw I so loove Red, Khay and Thony.:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178899542944450114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R98lsgCjBkI/AAAAAAAAAnc/zQbECc__DJQ/s320/hBqWWlnmO1SEC60dC0jgfg--_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My two &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;VIVITAR IC100 cameras&lt;/span&gt; have arrived yesterday. I can't believe they only cost &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fifty pesos each&lt;/span&gt;. Yes you read right. Fifty freakin' pesos each. They're practically &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;DIRT CHEAP&lt;/span&gt; so I bought two units. The shipping fee even costs higher than the two units combined! Even a roll of film is more expensive! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I also can't believe that I &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;haven't even paid for them yet&lt;/span&gt;. Shame on me. Argh. (REALLY HUGE apology to Jami, I promise to deposit the payment ASAP.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't wait to load my vivi with film and go shooting! I'm giving the other one to Thony.. I'm trying to convert him. Hihihi.:D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6107284394955491015?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6107284394955491015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6107284394955491015&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6107284394955491015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6107284394955491015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/03/cdx-recognition-french-baker-and-dirt.html' title='cdx, recognition, french baker and dirt cheap cameras!'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R9NOHwCjBaI/AAAAAAAAAmM/ENoD5gCrWS8/s72-c/recog+edited+02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-257053669726136036</id><published>2008-02-23T21:22:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T22:07:17.721+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>evil invading microorganism</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I suffered from a &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;serious&lt;/span&gt; cephalalgia the whole day yesterday which later in the afternoon was coupled by moderate hyperthermia with a temperature that rose to 38.5°C. Aside from being febrile, I also experienced a mild case of myalgia which was further aggravated by the not-so-cooperative cold weather, giving me chills all the way home. The only interventions I managed to do when I finally &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(and thankfully!)&lt;/span&gt; reached the house by 6 o'clock were take a brief rest under heaps of thick blankets and ingest a tablet of Biogesic (which I didn't want to take but which my grandma insisted on me taking), an anti-pyretic by the generic name of Paracetamol and by the way endorsed by my favorite pinoy matinee idol John Lloyd &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(harhar).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have no idea what kind of microorganism entered my body which caused the release of pyrogens and made my thermoregulatory system think that it should raise my body temperature to inhibit the freakin' inconsiderately evil invading microorganism but I nevertheless was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;very&lt;/span&gt; grateful that within an hour and a half of nursing interventions, the hyperthermia went from moderate to mild and the headache verily minimized making me able to function normally again, which I so needed for that night coz there was this big family dinner I had to attend to (but that's another story).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Yes! Sa wakas na-apply ko rin ang natutuhan ko sa paaralan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, while I was battling with physical torment, Thony was at Villa Alfredo's with some of his friends. That's probably another reason why I was so sick that day. I dislike it when he goes out with his friends. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm that possessive. And yes, I'm that evil.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;More evil than the invading microorganism. But I'm gradually trying to get rid of that kind of attitude. It's not like I own him. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I can't own him.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I'm not supposed to.&lt;/span&gt; That's downright immature and selfish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;♥♥♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-257053669726136036?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/257053669726136036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=257053669726136036&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/257053669726136036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/257053669726136036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/evil-invading-microorganism.html' title='evil invading microorganism'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6956752268542338154</id><published>2008-02-18T19:59:00.021+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:54:21.616+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movies'/><title type='text'>slip of the tongue</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168292301018588594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7l2dwmZZbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/hyOaqoHqfsY/s200/jumper001.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunday afternoon, at the moviehouse, while watching &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Jumper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; siyettt ang gwapo talaga ni &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hayden Christensen&lt;/span&gt;!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*glare*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;oops.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;uh-oh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;err. i shall say no more. keep my mouth shut.&lt;br /&gt;but you &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;wanna watch this one. it's worth the movie ticket and popcorn.:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.jumperthemovie.com/" target="_blank"&gt;jumperthemovie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6956752268542338154?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6956752268542338154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6956752268542338154&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6956752268542338154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6956752268542338154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/slip-of-tongue.html' title='slip of the tongue'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7l2dwmZZbI/AAAAAAAAAmE/hyOaqoHqfsY/s72-c/jumper001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6481878379634732163</id><published>2008-02-15T22:59:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:56:21.044+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>my feb.14</title><content type='html'>I told him not to bother giving me flowers this year anymore.. but he just didn't listen. Oh well, I loved them anyway.: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167370850144970082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7YwaQmZZWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/KmdlQiqxfhI/s320/flowers+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167220083907978562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7WnSgmZZUI/AAAAAAAAAlM/wyD1FoM-W_c/s320/IMG_0916.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Thony and I celebrated at my home. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Cheers&lt;/span&gt; to us and to everyone else who stayed home on feb. 14 instead of being out to dinner dates just because crappy &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MAJOR EXAMS&lt;/span&gt; happen to love Valentine's day too. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hmm.. but it's really not where and how you spend feb. 14 that matter most.. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;it's who you spend it with.:')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6481878379634732163?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6481878379634732163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6481878379634732163&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6481878379634732163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6481878379634732163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-feb14.html' title='my feb.14'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7YwaQmZZWI/AAAAAAAAAlc/KmdlQiqxfhI/s72-c/flowers+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8940042480686842535</id><published>2008-02-12T23:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:57:12.899+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>one hell of a sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(late post)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Last Sunday (Feb. 10, '08), minutes before the sun went up, Thony and I left home for the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Philippine Hot Air Balloon Fiesta at Clarkfield&lt;/span&gt;. We got there (10 minutes later) just in time to see the balloons being inflated. About every person in the field was holding his or her camera ready. 'Twas really chilly outside but we didn't mind. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;For a number of mushy reasons, I really luuurrv how that morning felt.: )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while later the balloons were huge blobs hovering above the heads of hundreds of spectators.. I especially liked the giant squid and Kellogg's..:D Then a little while later they were in flight... and a little more while later, uh well what do you know, they were &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;GONE!!&lt;/span&gt; I wish they'd have stayed longer.. But at least I got to take photos. More photos at &lt;a href="http://annscreams.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;annscreams.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167170786273354914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7V6dAmZZKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/o_Z9oIBW9gw/s320/000010.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167176992501097682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7WAGQmZZNI/AAAAAAAAAkU/m6tGxDhOPwA/s320/000016.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167201254771352850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7WWKgmZZRI/AAAAAAAAAk0/7B-ID9ertFY/s320/000024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;But that's not where the fun ended coz there were actually lots of other things to enjoy at the event. The skydivers left me in awe and &lt;strong&gt;envy&lt;/strong&gt;. Camwhored all over the place, with special participation of soldiers in full battle gear. Thony also wanted to go kiteflying, but that's before we realized that we've spent almost all the money we brought on foodtrip and voodoo dolls already. And so we were broke for the day.. which means no kite for him. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167203543988921634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7WYPwmZZSI/AAAAAAAAAk8/rL6Ex-MPW7E/s320/53.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The only sad thing that happened that morning was losing my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fisheye's lens cap&lt;/span&gt;. I dropped it somewhere near the gate just before entering. We kept looking for it but it never showed up.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I so hate myself for that.: (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Later in the afternoon, I had an appointment with my sister and cousins. Kuya Jay treated us for merienda at SM Clark coz he just had one of his first salaries from his new work. There was one particular thing that we kept laughing about that day. For a long while we can't stop ourselves. People probably thought we were high or something. Then we camwhored at the Meeting Place and the parking lot. After that, Tin, Patti and I did &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a whole LOT of walking&lt;/span&gt;.. with no exact destination.. Ewan ko ba anong pumasok sa isip namin non at naglakad na lang kami nang naglakad.. tumawa nang tumawa.. nagpicture nang nagpicture.. at kumain nang kumain.. HEhehe. When Tin and I reached home, hala, no one was home so we couldn't enter the house.. For a long while we stayed at a nearby sari-sari store muna... and uhm basta ehe. Ok tamad ko na ituloy. Basta it was &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;one crazy Sunday!!!&lt;/span&gt;^_^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Btw, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;greetings to Aunt Belita..&lt;/span&gt; thanks for visiting my little blog.: )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167194704946226402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7WQNQmZZOI/AAAAAAAAAkc/xWg7owZVbIY/s320/12.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167195044248642802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7WQhAmZZPI/AAAAAAAAAkk/f-3gmCmi_SA/s320/18.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167195572529620226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7WQ_wmZZQI/AAAAAAAAAks/SOBn4DC5_cQ/s320/16.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8940042480686842535?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8940042480686842535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8940042480686842535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8940042480686842535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8940042480686842535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/02/one-hell-of-sunday.html' title='one hell of a sunday'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R7V6dAmZZKI/AAAAAAAAAj8/o_Z9oIBW9gw/s72-c/000010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2867575077407158737</id><published>2008-01-27T14:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:58:14.855+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>what happened during the hiatus..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(this is a cross-post from my multiply site. i don't know why i bother cross-posting... doesn't make any sense..XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;more photos at&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://annscreams.multiply.com/" target="_blank"&gt;annscreams.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee I'm back! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hello 2008..&lt;/span&gt; (kahit medyo late na for greetings). I woke up this morning and realized that my room has become a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;freakin' huge junky mess.&lt;/span&gt; There's five layers of dust on every surface. It's either that I've been really busy since the year started or that I'm unfortunately turning in to a slob. *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, a lot has happened since my last post which was &lt;em&gt;a hundred years ago&lt;/em&gt;. I don't even know where to start.. Ok, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;quick &lt;/span&gt;summary na lang:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*my sky high grades on all major subjects (wahahah). my grades on minor subjects which I don't wanna mention. my first ever &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;flunked&lt;/span&gt; quiz (as in solid!) on a major subject because of KATANGAHAN and which I buried in the depths of neverland. bicolano role play for STS which I don't wanna mention more about either. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bloody&lt;/span&gt; family assessment project.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;*a masquerade ball reunion with my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Acts&lt;/span&gt; friends at Liez's debut at grand palazzo royale. Hydz's reunion with his past love interests. my outfit repeating disaster. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thony's "hot car"&lt;/span&gt;. Phine's hyperactive laughing. Yen and Eric's kilig photo. the boys' hidden dance moves discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160034038641952962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5wfnn4tiMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/W6EEExqLhIg/s320/freakin%27+masquerade+ball+XD+lovelove.+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160042761720531266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5wnjX4tiUI/AAAAAAAAAj0/SOmUfikI4KA/s320/freakin%27+masquerade+ball+XD+lovelove..JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160039643574274354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5wkt34tiTI/AAAAAAAAAjs/plMLVp3r9FY/s320/freakin%27+masquerade+ball+XD+lovelove.+(4).JPG" border="0" /&gt;*the big preparation for &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my Thony's birthday.&lt;/span&gt; well it really wasn't that big.. I only bought him a cake from red ribbon, stuck 18 candles on it, had his friends sign on a huge birthday card which says &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;SMILE! IT'S YOUR BIRTHDAY!,&lt;/span&gt; and dragged Yen all over Angeles trying to find one more present for him (love yah Yen!), finally deciding on having a portrait of ours sketched but which in no way looked remotely like us when it was finished. even if the portrait wasn't as realistic as I hoped it'd be, thony generally liked what I did for him. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;efforts were paid back when he got teary-eyed. &lt;/span&gt;my parents also prepared a simple birthday dinner for him at our house. &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;even i was touched!: ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160036160355797218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5whjH4tiOI/AAAAAAAAAjE/l9MM8Bw8qUI/s320/DSC02110.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160036607032396018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5wh9H4tiPI/AAAAAAAAAjM/8NoDlFz_zgI/s320/DSC02118.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*BTW, I too cried on his birthday.. but they weren't tears of joy. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I found something on his phone &lt;em&gt;which isn't supposed to be there.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;pero pinabayaan ko na lang. bertdey niya eh. binuhos ko lahat ng galit ko immediately after january 16. ai hindi pala, kasi monthsary namin ng 17.. january 18 ko ata binuhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;return of the X&lt;/span&gt; who kept talking about his newly budding lovelife (yeah after 2 years of silence) and asking advices from none other than me, yes ME, the girl who has little care about other people's business. anyway, i did try my best to shell out what wisdom is left of me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*there's also my growing friendship with the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;XIETE gossip girls, plus one gay..&lt;/span&gt; (my present classmates at II-15). I feel like I've known these guys for a long time na. grabe, every day with them means I'm going to have to &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;laugh buckets.&lt;/span&gt; we had our &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;grand slumber party&lt;/span&gt; at Jan's house last january 18. most fun I've had with girlfriends in a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160038926314735906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5wkEH4tiSI/AAAAAAAAAjk/Xe9I5tebTnE/s320/xieteng+slumber+party!+(10).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160038561242515730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5wju34tiRI/AAAAAAAAAjc/T5U5FjBKh08/s320/xieteng+slumber+party!+(12).JPG" border="0" /&gt;*at eto ang malupet.. yesterday si Thony naman ang nakakita ng bagay sa phone ko &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;na hindi dapat naroroon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; oo nag-away kami xempre. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;but my conscience is clean.&lt;/span&gt; I swear. and I know that he knows that. Plus one thing's for sure, even if we do get into a lot of fights and "selosan events", &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;our trust for each other is intact&lt;/span&gt; and these petty quarrels do nothing to ruin the strong relationship we have. naks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;*wee it's my &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;dad's birthday&lt;/span&gt; today.. my sister and I got him a cake and had him blow it this morning.. we're going to yellow cab later, my dad's favorite food joint. Yeah, can't wait to devour some real pizza!!!XD&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;err. gotta go.. pinapatulog ako ng nanay ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ciao. : )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2867575077407158737?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2867575077407158737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2867575077407158737&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2867575077407158737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2867575077407158737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-happened-during-hiatus.html' title='what happened during the hiatus..'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R5wfnn4tiMI/AAAAAAAAAi0/W6EEExqLhIg/s72-c/freakin%27+masquerade+ball+XD+lovelove.+(2).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5658372659494048739</id><published>2007-12-29T09:54:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:58:59.117+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>i see red</title><content type='html'>I never really wanted to have too much &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;red&lt;/span&gt;.. but I guess that's what you usually get from xpro'ed Fuji Sensia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More photos on &lt;a href="http://annscreams.multiply.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my new multiply site.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149279364558250674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3XqTM2-YrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/K7pzZlwkt_s/s320/lomolomolomo+(1).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149278621528908450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3Xpn82-YqI/AAAAAAAAAg0/B7JwIp4BxDU/s320/000019.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149282907906269954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3Xthc2-YwI/AAAAAAAAAhk/QBhvQn5jGhs/s320/lomolomolomo+(2).JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149282486999474930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3XtI82-YvI/AAAAAAAAAhc/mn5s1T9FLMo/s320/000028.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149285910088409906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3XwQM2-YzI/AAAAAAAAAh8/cC30CJKLaVQ/s320/000021.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149281735380198114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3XsdM2-YuI/AAAAAAAAAhU/K5ziOZ0J2bM/s320/000014.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Christmas this year turned out pretty well except for that part when my mom and dad got into another L.Q. (lovers' quarrel) on Christmas day and we all ended up staying home instead of going to the mall to see a movie. They made up before the day ended and we all sat by the round table in our garden with that huge green umbrella, chattering away and trying to finish off the left-over foods from the Noche Buena. There's just so much food that until today our ref's still stuffed with things from the 24th!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Speaking of Noche Buena, as usual I spent mine with family and relatives. Thony also came by and brought a cake for the whole family (pagood-shot ba). Oh and I also made some buko pandan salad.. my very first time. I did it with Tin and well, it turned out pretty fine and green of course. Kudos to us I guess!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the 28th, I spent the morning at Thony's house.. we watched movies and hoarded their &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pear-shaped ham&lt;/span&gt;. Hihi. I loved the ham. I just hope his brothers don't come home looking for it.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;coz it's &lt;strong&gt;gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. After that (matapos pagsawaan ang bahay ni Thony), we went over to SM (para magpalamig lang).. where we met Jacel and some other Acts people. Since Jacel and I have an appointment with the other &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Biggies&lt;/span&gt; (my high school barkada's name) for the afternoon, the two of us went off to Gizzelle's house while Thony went home&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149640957854901106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3czKs2-Y3I/AAAAAAAAAic/ixm4S64RQ-U/s320/biggies%2520overnyt%2520029.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149641451776140162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3cznc2-Y4I/AAAAAAAAAik/bbCwr5iVN-I/s320/biggies%2520overnyt%2520023.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149642379489076114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3c0dc2-Y5I/AAAAAAAAAis/uhg5a4fm83A/s320/biggies%2520overnyt%2520047.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Here are some proofs of me and my friends' camwhoreness. I missed them so much.. grabeng pagtawa yung ginawa namin. We had fun reminiscing the eras of our friendship.. with special attention to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MY ever-changing image&lt;/span&gt;.. yes.. my ever-changing image which I don't ever wanna talk about but which they keep bringing up every reminiscing time.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Too bad I wasn't able to join the sleepover with my friends coz there's another slumber party going on at &lt;em&gt;my own&lt;/em&gt; house so I had to go home at 9:30 to divide my time between the two events.. The sleepover at home was with my sister and cousins. There was so much happening around the house that night too.. what with the commotion that my sister's lovelife made that night (her boyfriend got caught doing something which he's not supposed to be doing..) and that mysterious lady which my cousin Patti reportedly saw at our bar counter downstairs.. Patti said that the "ghost" was even talking to someone on the phone (sosyal naman yung ghost na yun). Err.. I'm supposed to be scared now but since it's Christmas I won't be. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;C'mon ghosts don't show up during Christmas!!&lt;/span&gt; Or do they?! *shiver*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok that's all for now.. My stomach's hungry again. Ciao.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;BTW, on the 23rd my family and I went around the city giving out the extra cavan of rice we had at home to some &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Aetas&lt;/span&gt; who came down from the mountains to solicit for food or a few coins from the city people. I can never fully describe in here how my heart was broken upon seeing how badly they truly need the society's attention and help to survive. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I saw in them the face of Filipino Christmas.. &lt;em&gt;sheer poverty.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;happy birthday Jesus (naks).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5658372659494048739?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5658372659494048739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5658372659494048739&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5658372659494048739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5658372659494048739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-see-red.html' title='i see red'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R3XqTM2-YrI/AAAAAAAAAg8/K7pzZlwkt_s/s72-c/lomolomolomo+(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1037209929654213794</id><published>2007-12-20T10:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T17:46:11.125+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><title type='text'>All I Want for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: reminiSCENT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2nW082-YpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FNpEogD328M/s1600-h/CURVE%20_%20LIZ%20CLAIBORNE%20-men.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145880254425752210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2nW082-YpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FNpEogD328M/s200/CURVE%2520_%2520LIZ%2520CLAIBORNE%2520-men.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2nT_s2-YoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hGWa7UnpLPw/s1600-h/bubbles002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145877140574462594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2nT_s2-YoI/AAAAAAAAAgk/hGWa7UnpLPw/s200/bubbles002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Curve Cologne by Liz Claiborne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fragrance notes: fresh greens, warm wind, pepper, finishing with mahogany and water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curve reminds me of that Christmas Eve two years ago when Thony and Eric came by our house for no reason at all and we talked til it was almost time for Noche Buena. Thony was wearing Curve cologne which I swear could attract a huge percentage of the female population and make them fall head over heels. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It stuck to everywhere he went and touched.&lt;/span&gt; The scent was there on the couch where he sat on, even days after Christmas Eve. It stuck to Devil (my red devil stuffed toy) which he placed on top of our Christmas tree and made me promise not to remove it from there but which I removed anyway coz I wanted to take it all the way to Singapore to remind me of his scent while I was away for the holidays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;He wore it everyday to class so I knew he was sitting on a nearby armchair even if my back was turned to him. It stuck to his hankie which he left lying around somewhere and which I, as a former evil sneaky stalker, picked up and kept inside my memory box. He wore it on our final class Retreat in January wherein he hugged me during that particular part in retreats that you get to say thank you or sorry or i love you or whatever to anyone in class, with me thinking that it would be the last hug I'd ever get from him since the school year was about to end and we're parting ways for college. He wore it too during prom in February when he professed his undying love &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(ick, can't believe I'm saying these things in here) &lt;/span&gt;for me. He wore it in March at Carmelite Monastery where we officially became a couple (naks). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The scent was just everywhere! Of course the bottle eventually emptied. Gamitin ba naman araw-araw siyempre mauubos helow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough. Let's go back to Christmas coz it's what I was intending to write about in the first place. Sooo.. All I want for Christmas is this.. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a small bottle of Curve cologne&lt;/span&gt;, so I could have Thony wear it and remind me once more of that very memorable Christmas which I thought was my first and last one with him.. even if little did I know, we were going to be spending a lot more Christmases with each other.&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/ice_rocks116/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Icon-GreenSmiley-1.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/ice_rocks116/Icon-GreenSmiley-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But hell I'm not willing to spend &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;2,000 pesos for one small bottle of perfume!.. &lt;/span&gt;Even if its scent really means a lot to me. So until now, I'm still hoping Santa has me on his list.. though I don't think I've been a very good girl this year. Haha!&lt;a href="http://s201.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/ice_rocks116/?action=view&amp;amp;current=blinkingheart.gif" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photobucket" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/ice_rocks116/blinkingheart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1037209929654213794?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1037209929654213794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1037209929654213794&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1037209929654213794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1037209929654213794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/all-i-want-for-christmas.html' title='All I Want for Christmas'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2nW082-YpI/AAAAAAAAAgs/FNpEogD328M/s72-c/CURVE%2520_%2520LIZ%2520CLAIBORNE%2520-men.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6379981868102364620</id><published>2007-12-19T13:29:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T12:59:52.852+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>not-so-secret love affair</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: chill-chill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yipee!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2ivL82-YeI/AAAAAAAAAfU/8A1K7EMNTy4/s1600-h/supertoaster09.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i8r82-YlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xbT1GwiBXh0/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145570037527896658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i8r82-YlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xbT1GwiBXh0/s200/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning, I finally received the package which contains the Fuji Sensia slide films I ordered from one of the nice people of lomomanila (huge thanks to kuya Jay Ravelo!!). I've been watching a pirated DVD of one of John Lloyd's movies (yep you read right.. believe it or not, I love John Lloyd coz he kinda reminds me of someone I know hihihi) with Bea when I realized that the package of films that I've been waiting for has finally arrived and has been sitting right beside the tv for hours already. Oo na mulala na kung mulala. Anyway, I've loaded the first roll and I can't wait to take Fishywishy out to shoot.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2iue82-YdI/AAAAAAAAAfM/7efL-n2LSAo/s1600-h/icon08.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The other babies are chilling in the freezer now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Let me tell you a secret..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I'm having a love affair... with FILM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ssshhh.. Don't tell my boyfriend. haha.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i8r82-YlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xbT1GwiBXh0/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145570037527896658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i8r82-YlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xbT1GwiBXh0/s200/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pahinga muna ko sandali sa digicam and camera phones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ooh it's six days before Christmas.. but I can't feel it just yet. Maybe tomorrow I will. But not today.. I'm still recovering pa kasi from the brain torture that prelim exams gave me. Well, the exams really weren't that hard if you ask me (or anyone else who took the exam maybe).. I just hate the reviewing part. It's torture. Ok, tamad na kung tamad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;BTW, because of the exams Thony and I weren't able to do anything special to celebrate our 21st month which was last monday. All we did was review together at my home... But it doesn't matter.. Any day with him is special.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i7kM2-YiI/AAAAAAAAAf0/F5QgvbxP_fw/s1600-h/bubbles002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145568804872282658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i7kM2-YiI/AAAAAAAAAf0/F5QgvbxP_fw/s200/bubbles002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145569663865741890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i8WM2-YkI/AAAAAAAAAgE/Fp-FPIadRGI/s200/Copy+of+icecreamvectorjp8+edited.GIF" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ang kyut naman ng ice cream na 'to.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6379981868102364620?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6379981868102364620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6379981868102364620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6379981868102364620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6379981868102364620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/not-so-secret-love-affair.html' title='not-so-secret love affair'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R2i8r82-YlI/AAAAAAAAAgM/xbT1GwiBXh0/s72-c/heart.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-4751974018678488062</id><published>2007-12-09T10:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T13:28:47.263+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>damsel in distress vs. notorious shih-tzu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: enraged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Last night at the front porch...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann:&lt;/em&gt; *happily and peacefully fiddling with the Fishywishy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tin:&lt;/em&gt; *munching away a bar of chocolate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potter the notorious shih-tzu:&lt;/em&gt; *lurking freely and mischievously around, supposedly looking for a prey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...When suddenly.. the hyena-like puppy found Ann's sandal lying on a corner. Instinctively, she tries to shoo him away before he chews it to pieces...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann:&lt;/em&gt; HOI POTTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potter &lt;/em&gt;(turns to Ann with a hungry-look while showing away his fangs): GRRR.... ARF ARF ARF ARF ARF!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potter runs after Ann..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann runs too and climbs the wooden chair..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potter tries to jump onto the chair too..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tin tries to stop the little devil..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Potter continues to ARF ARF, going for the kill..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann screams..!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ann climbs higher on the wall (literally) and holds on to who-knows-where, praying for dear life..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The crisis ends as the devil retreats coz he can't reach high enough for Ann and Tin shooed him away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Ann used to really love that dog, but not anymore. She swears to curse and glare at him everyday of her life and to never give him water again whenever he cries of thirst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;POTTER SUCKS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141793835037382466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1tSQCWyV0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/tDQ83_5-9YY/s320/april29%2707+fiesta+(6).JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;SUPPORT Ann's Anti-Potter Movement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;and help make the Earth a more peaceful place for human beings.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-4751974018678488062?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4751974018678488062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=4751974018678488062&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4751974018678488062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4751974018678488062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/damsel-in-distress-vs-notorious-shih.html' title='damsel in distress vs. notorious shih-tzu'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1tSQCWyV0I/AAAAAAAAAfE/tDQ83_5-9YY/s72-c/april29%2707+fiesta+(6).JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1335364785512016396</id><published>2007-12-07T09:19:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:00:30.737+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>carnivals and cats</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: moody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1igIiWyVqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oSsecUMMog8/s1600-h/DSC01673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141035043165197986" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1igIiWyVqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oSsecUMMog8/s200/DSC01673.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1igviWyVrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5ik7tx1Vz3s/s1600-h/DSC01661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141035713180096178" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1igviWyVrI/AAAAAAAAAd8/5ik7tx1Vz3s/s200/DSC01661.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;People say that carnival rides make you forget, for those few seconds you're on top of the world, everything. It's just you, the adrenaline, the ringing silence, the cold air, and the dark but happy sky. Everything else is far away, minute.. with no one and nothing to bother you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I say the ugly feelings never went away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141036116907022018" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ihHCWyVsI/AAAAAAAAAeE/OnJtnHm51AI/s200/DSC01666.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141036658072901330" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ihmiWyVtI/AAAAAAAAAeM/GrlflrLasJ8/s200/DSC01668.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ioKiWyVyI/AAAAAAAAAe0/mek2NZvsPrE/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01672.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok whatever. But man if you're from around Angeles City you definitely wanna go to Clark's Boom na Boom and try this freakin' ride.. coz if not, then you're missing half your life! It's called the &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Super Loops..&lt;/span&gt; walangya, muntik na kong masuka. You'll feel like a live human stuffed helplessly in a gigantic washing machine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141045200762853170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ipXyWyVzI/AAAAAAAAAe8/iAWEIMkNcfs/s200/Copy+of+DSC01672.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Warning: DEFINITELY NOT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;for the faint-hearted.. &lt;/span&gt;at magpray ka na rin na wag sanang masira yung mga bakal-bakal habang nakabitin ka ng pabaliktad sa taas ng ilang segundo... which felt A LOT longer. But don't worry, it only looks scary.. Err ok, it really IS scary. My cousins, sister and I had a lot of fun though. Even if we did swear (for the second time) to never come back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to other things... I spent Tuesday afternoon with Jan and Mitch at Jan's place. Jan introduced me to &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Bruce&lt;/span&gt;, only the cutest and most obedient cat I've laid hands on.. or probably the only cat I've ever laid hands on.. as far as I could remember..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate cats. They scare me. They're weird for a number of reasons.. as if they know something humans don't know.. But Bruce makes me want to own one.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ilFyWyVwI/AAAAAAAAAek/5hJWMpIaxUs/s1600-h/kitsmiliehearteyes.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141040493478696706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ilFyWyVwI/AAAAAAAAAek/5hJWMpIaxUs/s200/kitsmiliehearteyes.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I crave for one!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Damn I want a Himalayan cat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1iRoyWyVoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/hK399odlKrE/s1600-h/DSC01679.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141019104541562498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1iRoyWyVoI/AAAAAAAAAdk/hK399odlKrE/s320/DSC01679.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;It's our school's University Week this week so we're not supposed to have classes.. but since Nursing is mercilessly brutal, pumasok pa rin kami kahapon. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ganyan talaga ang buhay.&lt;/span&gt; May mga bagay na dapat mo na lang tanggapin kahit masakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the opening of the U week, we had the usual Fun Run which starts early in the morning. Yeah they call it Fun Run but no one does actually run.. I think they should change it to Fun Walk.. Or maybe Walk for A Cause, like the one we used to have back in HFA. I brought Fishywishy along with me and shooted like mad around the city only to find out, after all has been said and done, na wala na pala siyang baterya. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;BIG &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Leche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the only way to find out if the battery is still working is to turn on the flash function and try it. But that morning, I didn't need the flash coz everything was bright and sunny anyway.. so ayun.. Malay kong wala na pala siyang baterya?! Badtrip. Wrong timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, a few days ago, I went to Digiprint to have my 4th film cross-processed. Unfortunately they didn't know what I was talking about. I kept trying to explain about E6, slides and color negatives, but they seemed to think I was a know-it-all alien from another world or something. After some minutes of frustration they finally decided to contact their Main branch in Manila and found out that such a thing exists pala. (Hah. In your face.) I can't believe people could work at a photo lab and know so little about what they're doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Thony and I watched "Enchanted" a few days ago. If not for Patrick Dempsey I would say it is the corniest movie I've ever watched. Ok, it is the corniest movie I've ever watched. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh my God. Nalunok ko yung buto ng chico. Siyet. I wonder how long it would want to stay in my throat...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Oh yes, it's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; stuck there. Talk about good luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Thony and I are Dr. Pearl addicts.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ikpCWyVvI/AAAAAAAAAec/Go2ASmqPYrw/s1600-h/smiliekiss.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141039999557457650" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1ikpCWyVvI/AAAAAAAAAec/Go2ASmqPYrw/s200/smiliekiss.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1335364785512016396?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1335364785512016396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1335364785512016396&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1335364785512016396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1335364785512016396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/12/carnivals-and-cats.html' title='carnivals and cats'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R1igIiWyVqI/AAAAAAAAAd0/oSsecUMMog8/s72-c/DSC01673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8818429660686559945</id><published>2007-11-30T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T13:36:59.642+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>dissent without action is consent</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;I'm too sick to talk about what's been happening to me these days so let me blab about other people's lives instead..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found myself home alone in front of the tv yesterday afternoon watching a rebel soldier-slash-supposed-to-be-in-jail-guy-slash-turned-senator-slash-turned-fallen-action-star scour the streets of Makati and take refuge in an elite hotel for some kind of movement for "peaceful" change which with the way he and his men did it was in no way peaceful. If you are Filipino and if you are one of the hotel guests disturbed yesterday at the Manila Peninsula, then you would know who I am talking about. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I don't think I need to summarize the rebellion that Antonio Trillanes and the Magdalo group held yesterday coz it was pretty big news anyway. Everyone's been talking about it. The media made sure to that and even exaggerated some points. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0-c_Af1IWI/AAAAAAAAAck/QwaL8ebm56E/s1600-R/Politics_and_Money_by_Jeff1966.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0-e2Qf1IXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/Kz69nHWHvqk/s1600-R/war_in_by_zoelle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138500354831622514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0-e2Qf1IXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kwfblwfIkMQ/s200/war_in_by_zoelle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some say he was just bored and frustrated in prison, hungry for some publicity, and angsty for being deprived of his rights to exercise his powers as a senator... and so he decided to be an action star once more (Manila Pen is Oakwood Part 2) proclaiming &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"dissent without action is consent". &lt;/span&gt;His motto sure does have a point because even if you do disagree with the "bulok" system, doing nothing to correct it is similar to consenting to it ("silence means yes"). True. . and with this quotation, Trillanes sure did stir a lot of slumbering willpower in the hearts of many Filipinos. Who knows what might happen on the next few days or months? I just hope that willpower was stirred for a cause. I hope that the motive behind yesterday's rebellion was truly for bringing about good change in the country, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;not just for personal interest.&lt;/span&gt; I hope that the bottom line of all this isn't again about feeding the powerful's hunger for even greater power.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Anyhow, no matter how you process the situation and which ever side you take, any action which involves jeopardizing innocent civilian lives will still never be a justifiable solution, whatever kind of principles one is fighting for. Trillanes, being a strong symbol of those yearning for this so-called change, ultimately opposed what he was rebelling for when he decided to go into a packed hotel establishment wherein he knows, in the course of his actions, people could get hurt or killed, even if luckily in the end everyone did get out safely. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Misuse of authority and fame sure goes a long way. By this, I do not refer to Trillanes alone, but to all the powerful ones who choose to set aside the greater good and put to further crumbling what is left of the people's trust in the government.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;But hey, I don't think I am in any position to question their selfish actions. I'm a Nursing student who wishes to be out of the country as soon as I graduate to earn thousands of dollars a year serving sick foreigners. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Foreigners, not my own countrymen.&lt;/span&gt; So who's selfish now?! Sometimes, even if I do generally like my course, I still can't help wondering if this was truly what I was meant to do.. to leave my country and get rich on my own.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I think that's the general problem among Filipinos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Everyone just wants to leave.&lt;/span&gt; No one wants to stay here and love their country. It's like it's been cursed or something. Everyone's itching to get away... and yet everyone knows this fact and everyone's complaining and doing nothing about this fact. It's quite ironic really.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;knowing what the problem is and yet continuing to be a part of it. &lt;/span&gt;Truly, dissent without action is consent.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, these unfortunate truths make me have second thoughts about Trillanes' credibility. Whatever his real motives are, at least he's here, shouting for change. Not planning to flee. That's as far as I know.&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kung bibigyan ka ng pagkakataong mamili, pipiliin mo bang&lt;br /&gt;maging isang Pilipino?--Bob Ong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Bonifacio day brave Filipinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0-ZRAf1IVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/ghmlFCM1ANE/s1600-R/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138494217323356498" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0-ZRAf1IVI/AAAAAAAAAcc/GstsF4U0vqg/s200/sad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8818429660686559945?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8818429660686559945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8818429660686559945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8818429660686559945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8818429660686559945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/dissent-without-action-is-consent.html' title='dissent without action is consent'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0-e2Qf1IXI/AAAAAAAAAcs/kwfblwfIkMQ/s72-c/war_in_by_zoelle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6289072922622216248</id><published>2007-11-26T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T19:28:44.998+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>the ultimate lunkgot quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I found this quiz at the friendster bulletin board, posted by one of my good friends. So.. here's my version of it... &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137463654002761250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By the way, I've decided to remove my previous lomo pix from here.. I'm not posting them again til I find a nicer scanner.. Argh. Thony said their scanner's the best. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Does someone love you?:o: Would I die if no one does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Do you know anyone named Dave?:o: Dave Navarro? Pero di kami close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Kissed anyone with the name starting with an R?:o: pwedeng &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt; na lang?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4 .&lt;/span&gt; Has anyone ever mistaken you for a family member?:o: Err, does it matter?!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137463654002761250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever tried Gatorade?:o: big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; What color are the walls of your room:o: white with small sprinkles of purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; Do you think that Starbucks is expensive?:o: my homemade coffee's just as good as Starbucks. haha. as if.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; Are you named after a family member?:o: yep. my dad's plus my mom's... and it wasn't exactly the best idea ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;10.&lt;/span&gt; What was your dream last night?:o: the dream was terrible, but waking up was even &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;more dreadful&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137463654002761250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;11.&lt;/span&gt; Are you taller than 5'6“?:o: I'd like to think I am and brag about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;13.&lt;/span&gt; Ever seen a dead body?:o: yeh, and found out that living people are way scarier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;14.&lt;/span&gt; Do you like the color blue?:o: I AM blue. A dark and sad shade of blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;16.&lt;/span&gt; How are you?:o: oh today?! miserable and sarcastic.!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;17.&lt;/span&gt; Who was the last person to send you a text message?:o: &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137463654002761250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AUTOLOAD MAX. P85.00 worth of prepaid credits was loaded to your mobile#.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;18.&lt;/span&gt; Who slapped your butt last?:o: hey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;19.&lt;/span&gt; Last restaurant you went to?:o: McDonald's. Nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;20 .&lt;/span&gt; What is the weather like today?:o : stubborn and rainy and gloomy like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;21.&lt;/span&gt; Last voicemail you received?:o: Di uso ang voice mail dito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;22.&lt;/span&gt; What did you do yesterday?:o: Watched Grey's Anatomy the whole day and at night &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mourned &lt;/span&gt;for my dying optimism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;23.&lt;/span&gt; What's the first thing you would do with five million dollars?:o: Whoa that's a lot... I'd probably pass out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;24 .&lt;/span&gt; What nationalities are you?:o: Filipino. I'd like to say it as proudly as I could. Right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;25 .&lt;/span&gt; How many hours did you sleep last night?:o : three?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;26.&lt;/span&gt; Any upcoming concerts you want to attend?:o: I'm sober.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137463654002761250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(Ok, so that wasn't even an appropriate term.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;27.&lt;/span&gt; Who's the last person that you felt was stalking you?:o: Who would want to stalk a miserable person like me?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;28 .&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever been on your school's track team?:o: Our school never had a track team in the first place. Plus I'm unfit for long running.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;29.&lt;/span&gt; What clothes are you wearing?:o: My P.E. uniform.. and I'd like a shower now please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;31 .&lt;/span&gt; If all of your friends were going on a road trip, would you?:o: Of course. That was a stupid question by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;33.&lt;/span&gt; Do you have a crush on someone?:o: John Lloyd kinda looks like Thony.. and I can't choose between the two. haha joke lang. peace. loyal ku.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;34.&lt;/span&gt; Is your phone right beside you?:o: Never been apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;35.&lt;/span&gt; Have you cried today?:o: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Can't help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;36.&lt;/span&gt; Do you think that someone is thinking about you right now?:o: Of course. I'm THAT interesting.! err, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;37.&lt;/span&gt; Do you untie your shoes every time you take them off?:o: Will history change if I did?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;38.&lt;/span&gt; What are the color of your bed sheets?:o: Blood &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;red..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;39.&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever crawled through a window?:o: Used to... back in the days when the fire-exit-slash-window in my room wasn't locked by my dad yet and I was free to roam around the roof at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;40.&lt;/span&gt; Are you photogenic?:o: Somewhere between yes and no.. But it doesn't matter, photos can lie all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;41 .&lt;/span&gt; When's ur birthday?:o: The Ides of March..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;42.&lt;/span&gt; Where do you spend most of your money?:o : Kung ano-anong luho at kagaguhan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;43 .&lt;/span&gt; What was the last thing you did?:o: Had the most boring volleyball class ever.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137463654002761250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;44 .&lt;/span&gt; Do you have a tattoo?:o: None that I know of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;45.&lt;/span&gt; Do you still watch cartoons on Saturday mornings?:o: Cartoons are for bored people. Ok, I'm one of the bored people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;46.&lt;/span&gt; Is there a secret you've never told any of your friends?:o: Dozens dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;47.&lt;/span&gt; Have you ever told someone you loved them but didn't mean it?:o: Yeh I used to, I'm THAT mean. But I don't do that anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;48. &lt;/span&gt;Have you ever changed your clothes while in a vehicle?:o: A couple of times I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;49.&lt;/span&gt; What are you doing in 2008?:o: How should I know?!.. But I'd probably continue trying to desperately put up with people who have no respect for privacy. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Sana matamaan kayo. &lt;/span&gt;langya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;50.&lt;/span&gt; What is your ringtone?:o: No need, my phone's on &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;shut-the-hell-up-mode&lt;/span&gt; all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;51 .&lt;/span&gt; What were you doing at 2 a.m. last night?:o : Having an emotional crisis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;52.&lt;/span&gt; Are your parents together, separated, divorced?:o: They're together and I don't think they'll be breaking up anytime soon.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137463654002761250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6289072922622216248?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6289072922622216248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6289072922622216248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6289072922622216248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6289072922622216248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/ultimate-lunkgot-quiz.html' title='the ultimate lunkgot quiz'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/R0vv-U9QniI/AAAAAAAAAcU/klRob3721hI/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-2345097247024218457</id><published>2007-11-17T20:15:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:01:28.183+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><title type='text'>not another sorry letter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: super dooper todo senti..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rz7lJk9QnSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/H4gjMgFlFOw/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133792577951145250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rz7lJk9QnSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/H4gjMgFlFOw/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To Thony:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ok, here's your letter. I'm sorry it took too long. I'm sorry it's late. I didn't want to scream to the world what it says so I just took a picture of it instead, a proof that I really did write tonight. I don't think anyone has such good eyesight as to be able to make out the words from the image. Err at least I hope so, coz what's in it is pretty embarrassing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133788892869205266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rz7hzE9QnRI/AAAAAAAAAaM/X00KZHDe4TQ/s320/Copy+of+DSC01603.JPG" border="0" /&gt;This letter does not and cannot say it all, but it does have a piece of me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I AM SORRY.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;not only because I missed our monthly tradition (hoi nakalimot ka rin dati noh!) but also because of reasons beyond that.. 'Lam mo na yun. (waah. ang korni. pero seryoso at mabigat 'tong sulat na 'to pare.) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rz7lJk9QnSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/H4gjMgFlFOw/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133792577951145250" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rz7lJk9QnSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/H4gjMgFlFOw/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Happy 20th month to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-2345097247024218457?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/2345097247024218457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=2345097247024218457&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2345097247024218457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/2345097247024218457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/something-for-thony.html' title='not another sorry letter'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rz7lJk9QnSI/AAAAAAAAAaU/H4gjMgFlFOw/s72-c/cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-3334541154862061546</id><published>2007-11-11T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T16:35:37.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>a series of unfortunate events</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: err.. can't think of a mood right now. BTW, I'm sorry for the really long posts. I just really write a lot. I can't seem to control myself. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rzbrm3q_-eI/AAAAAAAAAZE/DZ6D_alhyEs/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131547878447118818" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rzbrm3q_-eI/AAAAAAAAAZE/DZ6D_alhyEs/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I would be bluffing if I told you that the reason why I have't been able to update in about a week is because I've been busy with school since second semester has finally started. In fact, what I did a lot for the whole week was sleep, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sleep&lt;/span&gt; like a bear in hibernation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I've been away from the PC (yeah like anybody cares that much) is that our home lost both phone and internet connection for one whole week because some rude and ruthless thief stole the telephone wires which are supposed to be connecting our home to the outside world... and he probably did steal a bunch of other neighboring houses' wires too. The guy (or guys, girl, girls.. whatever.. I've no idea) should damn well be desperate to keep his family alive to do such a brutal thing as to deprive me with internet connection in the comfort of my own home!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbsP3q_-gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/IxFlVXbuVyo/s1600-h/mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131548582821755394" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbsP3q_-gI/AAAAAAAAAZU/IxFlVXbuVyo/s200/mad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tama bang pagdiskitahan pati linya ng telepono?!!&lt;/span&gt; Anyway, the problem's fixed now so I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's one sad truth about living in the Philippines. People could go about stealing anything &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;from national funds to the wet clothes hung in the clothesline on your backyard&lt;/span&gt;. Others steal things to fight off hunger and have their children survive through another day while others do it because they're &lt;strong&gt;too greedy&lt;/strong&gt; and selfish to be contented with a few luxurious mansions under their names. But hey, I need not be particular with the Philippines about stealing. It happens all over the world. Duh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, since my post is entitled 'a series of unfortunate events', which I obviously stole from that movie entitled the same, let's move on to the other bad lucks I've had this week...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's still no news on my budding career as a lomographer except for that &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tragic&lt;/span&gt; one which tells of my second roll of film returning only 9 out of 24 shots for a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mysterious reason&lt;/span&gt; which to this day I still haven't figured out. I'm working on my 3rd roll now. I hope such tragedy doesn't happen again. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Please cross your fingers for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbsCHq_-fI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xm5RzNG-5eg/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131548346598554098" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbsCHq_-fI/AAAAAAAAAZM/xm5RzNG-5eg/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an excuse slip from the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;very first&lt;/span&gt; RLE class of the semester (not a very good first impression to give your new clinical instructors). Guess why? I forgot to wear my freakin' wristwatch!... something which only an &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;absent-minded person filled with neglect and reckless imprudence&lt;/span&gt; could do. I sure did have my fair share of rants from the year level coordinator for committing such a crime. Yeah, in Nursing not wearing your wristwatch is a heinous &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;crime&lt;/span&gt;. Or at least in our university where everything is supposed to be &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;exaggerated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the same day, I also forgot two of my newly purchased school books at the comfort room. Yeah, like, FORGOT. I only realized that I wasn't carrying them with me after an hour.! The person who found them apparently didn't think of looking for the rightful owner or surrendering them to the lost and found section as options. She probably thought she was having really good luck that day coz I never found the books again. Oh but there's REALLY nothing to fuss about, the books &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ONLY cost &lt;strong&gt;700 pesos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; anyway! That's only about one huge and mouth-watering Yellow Cab pizza! Right. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I so hate myself for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and apparently, Thony hated me too for that (he was the one who spent time waiting at the looong queue to the university bookstore to buy those books for me on that very same morning)! He called me &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"bobo"&lt;/span&gt;.. as in unintelligent, unsmart, pinhead, dimwit, stupid.. or whatever other word which means the same.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rzbs_3q_-jI/AAAAAAAAAZs/xYKdpXsJN3Q/s1600-h/mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131549407455476274" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rzbs_3q_-jI/AAAAAAAAAZs/xYKdpXsJN3Q/s200/mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I cried. Yeah. It was sad. Although, erm, he did have a point. But still, I got angry.. and I ended up making him cry too.! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Hah, payback is sweet.&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all the bad luck seem to have been warded off by my new doll.. it's a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;voodoo doll&lt;/span&gt; actually. I know voodoo dolls are made to cause their objects bad luck and other terrible and tragic things but I'm not intending on using it on anyone (unless someone makes me really angry.. hihihi.. nah just kidding.. don't be scared, I'm harmless..&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rzbs4Hq_-iI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wJeRObqXRXU/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131549274311490082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rzbs4Hq_-iI/AAAAAAAAAZk/wJeRObqXRXU/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;). This doll was hand-made for me by my good high school friend Nico. He's the one who always loved witchy stuff and I'm not sure if he has pursued his being Wiccan. As a kid, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I've always wanted to be a witch.&lt;/span&gt; But as I grew older I figured my parents would kill me if I did become one. I've tried doing a spell with two of my friends back in high school though. Err, nothing worked. But we had fun being creepy that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131515709142071746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbOWXq_-cI/AAAAAAAAAY0/kyc7_ytNxzI/s320/Copy+of+DSC01560.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, I would like to thank those who suggested names for my new sneering devil doll mentioned on my previous post. You made me happy. : ) Thony said he looks like that Pokemon named Gengar. So I decided to name it.. well.. yeah.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;GENGAR!&lt;/span&gt; Talk about being original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About my new classmates, they're ok. I have new friends.. Jan and Mitch. I so looove them right now coz they've been so nice to me since day one.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbsY3q_-hI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZOqVNU_qq1s/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131548737440578066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbsY3q_-hI/AAAAAAAAAZc/ZOqVNU_qq1s/s200/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm also loving my schedule coz it's compatible with Thony's so now I won't have to wait for him for an hour and a half each day anymore like I did last semester. But I'm really missing Peachy, Joan and Rain. Ow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I spent yesterday at Candaba with the whole family for my uncle's victory party. He won as councilor, for the third time in a row! Nagvideoke kami ng kapatid at pinsan ko. Nung una kunwari nahihiya-hiya pa, tapos maya-maya nag-aagawan na sa mic. Hehehe. Oh here's a picture from our way to Candaba. It doesn't really make any sense. I just love the blue skies and the endless green fields.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131547384525879762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbrKHq_-dI/AAAAAAAAAY8/2Qjdn6UaHbk/s320/Copy+of+DSC01566.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I'm also happy to announce that our &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Christmas tree&lt;/span&gt; is now standing tall and proud at the living room!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbtYXq_-kI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uaAMpc6cSrI/s1600-h/mochi13.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131549828362271298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RzbtYXq_-kI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/uaAMpc6cSrI/s200/mochi13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-3334541154862061546?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3334541154862061546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=3334541154862061546&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3334541154862061546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3334541154862061546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/series-of-unfortunate-events.html' title='a series of unfortunate events'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rzbrm3q_-eI/AAAAAAAAAZE/DZ6D_alhyEs/s72-c/confused.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-9072028578411846341</id><published>2007-11-03T23:26:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:02:17.068+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawaii'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>i want my christmas tree!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: moody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My mom promised that we'd put up the Christmas tree yesterday afternoon (&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Christmas at home starts November&lt;/span&gt;.. only in the Philippines tol!). If you were there, you would see how my eyes twinkled when she announced it... coz I'm in love with our Christmas tree, or maybe with any Christmas tree for that matter! It's what that kid named Kevin from Home Alone and I have in common.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, she told me they'll take a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;short&lt;/span&gt; nap before anything else and when they get up we'll start decorating right away. I anticipated it.. and waited.. and waited as they (my parents) slept all afternoon. But when they finally woke up at around 5:30 p.m. she declared that we'll put up the tree some other time coz it was too late to start it that day. Crap. I was so disappointed that I didn't talk to her for the rest of the night.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyP7jQPlSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/U2h-Kdhs6EY/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128632328906577186" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyP7jQPlSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/U2h-Kdhs6EY/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Er. But I don't think she even noticed my fretting because she was still all bubbly and loud as always. Uh maybe I should put more effort on this until she finally notices that &lt;em&gt;hello I'm actually angry!&lt;/em&gt;. Grr.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128631534337627378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyPNTQPlPI/AAAAAAAAAXk/62h37GS40Cs/s320/Copy+of+DSC01523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;On with other matters... Upon my last visit to SM Megamall (not that I frequently visit the place.. kapitbahay lang namin yung SM Clark eh ehe), i came across this black &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sneering&lt;/span&gt; devil &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sneering&lt;/span&gt; (duh) at me from its shelf with the most evilly menacing look I've ever seen out of a non-living thing. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;And well, yep of course I fell in love with it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I usually always fall for the evil ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; But I came home without it though. Even if it costs only 80 pesos, we brought just enough money for our stomachs to have their fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyhoo, I promised myself that someday I'd come back for it and it'd be mine. Bwahaha! (*devilish laugh you hear from villains in soap operas*).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tonight, however, I now know why destiny didn't allow me to buy it with my own money back then (I just realized there's actually a purpose for everything!). It's because I can get it &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;free&lt;/span&gt; pala!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyPuTQPlRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/biwHfJWt9bg/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128632101273310482" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyPuTQPlRI/AAAAAAAAAX0/biwHfJWt9bg/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hehehe. My sister went to MOA today, apparently found a shop that sells them, and bought one devil for me as pasalubong. I seriously think she's psychic. I mean, how could she possibly have known?! I don't remember telling her about this sneering devil before... MOA is such a huge place to pick as pasalubong the one thing I've sworn to possess someday...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Thanks to Tin's beyond-normal abilities, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I am now a fulfilled being.&lt;/span&gt; lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been wondering what I should name it. The names Debby and Devil were already taken by my first two equally devilish stuffed toys. I was thinking of Blackie.. But Blackie's more like for puppies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;any suggestions?!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyPkzQPlQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/wq2AdQm6gzs/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128631938064553218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyPkzQPlQI/AAAAAAAAAXs/wq2AdQm6gzs/s200/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128636121362699586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyTYTQPlUI/AAAAAAAAAYM/D0GeCJovECE/s200/Copy+of+DSC01481.JPG" border="0" /&gt;BTW, Thony also bought for us these piggy phone bling blings last week. Akin yung black kasi &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;medyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; maitim ako at kay Thony naman ang white dahil siya ay maputi. Discrimination na ba to?! hmpf. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Ah basta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;black is beautiful.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Pero ankyut din nila! I need names for them too. Hmm..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-9072028578411846341?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9072028578411846341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=9072028578411846341&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9072028578411846341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9072028578411846341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/i-want-my-christmas-tree.html' title='i want my christmas tree!'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyP7jQPlSI/AAAAAAAAAX8/U2h-Kdhs6EY/s72-c/cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1963264231350899144</id><published>2007-11-03T21:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T00:08:00.743+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>all that "emo on tv" crap</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: eewi.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyHiDQPlLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/s5zHI4lrUVg/s1600-h/riceballp.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128623094726890674" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyHiDQPlLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/s5zHI4lrUVg/s200/riceballp.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;From now on I will be observing proper capitalization of my words on this blog. I promise. Please hit me when I fail to comply.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've been reading Harry Potter 7 when July, a classmate of mine, texted me saying there's some kind of tv show at channel7 (GMA) featuring emo stuff at that moment. Thinking it must be something interesting considering that it's a highly commercialized network talking about a kind of music that's supposed to be "underground", i turned the tv on for the first time in, what, one month? (Yes, I can live a long life without tv&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyHrTQPlMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wUA-Kn9WiGY/s1600-h/tvg.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128623253640680642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyHrTQPlMI/AAAAAAAAAXM/wUA-Kn9WiGY/s200/tvg.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, thank you very much).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It turned out it was "Kapuso Mo Jessica Soho" or whatever the title of her show is. I tell you, I had tears in my eyes while I listened to her narration. Why? It wasn't because I got carried away by the melancholic lyrics and the angry teenagers who reportedly tried to cut themselves to death. But it was because err.. you know that feeling when you listen or see something so &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;corny&lt;/span&gt; that you start to get teary-eyed for no reason at all? Yep, that's it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oo nakornihan ako.&lt;/span&gt; I didn't expect someday hearing Jessica Soho talk about uhm "emotional hardcore", as she defined it. Errm. I also couldn't take the heavily eyelined faces of the kids they've featured. They were obviously just posing. (Duh, what do you expect anyway? It's for television wtf.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Any music is beautiful.. no matter how happy or angsty it is. It just turns an ugly shade of every color when someone barges in, overrates it and turns it into poseur. Kaya nga naging corny. Wala lang.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyIcjQPlNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/W6o4BrlVoxQ/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128624099749237970" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyIcjQPlNI/AAAAAAAAAXU/W6o4BrlVoxQ/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I didn't tell July of my reaction though. He loves emo so much, he "bleeds" for it. Well, not literally.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1963264231350899144?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1963264231350899144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1963264231350899144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1963264231350899144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1963264231350899144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/emo-crap.html' title='all that &quot;emo on tv&quot; crap'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyyHiDQPlLI/AAAAAAAAAXE/s5zHI4lrUVg/s72-c/riceballp.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-9193745435369279086</id><published>2007-11-02T09:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:02:57.331+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lomolove'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>LomoLove</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: in love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;uh i'm sorry for the unannounced hiatus. i've been a little busy lately.. plus i think our pc's mad at me. it shuts down ten minutes after i turn it on. but we've made peace now. hmm.. so, what have i been up to anyway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well for one thing, i spent 2 days of bloody battle just to freakin' get enrolled for the next semester. i had to deal with employees on &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;menopause&lt;/span&gt; (both women and men!) who shouted at students for asking questions or for no reason at all, and &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;FOUR WHOLE&lt;/span&gt; hours lined up at the accounting office. i seriously think that the university should improve their system.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but it was all worth it anyway coz at the end of the day i finally got the discount money from my scholarship. the discount percentage varies depending on what your average is. this sem i got a 45% discount which is a lot higher than what i got last year. weee.. i'm rich! one of the major reasons why i strive to get good grades is this reward money hihihi. yes, i'm materialistically evil. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqPHTQPlBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CAOfN4kOKrE/s1600-h/smilielargegrin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128068481304990738" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqPHTQPlBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CAOfN4kOKrE/s200/smilielargegrin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqQVTQPlEI/AAAAAAAAAWM/JkpAwrr6blU/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;so, since i'm rich nowadays i dragged my dad to manila to help me buy my own lomo camera. i'm not sure if you've heard of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;lomography&lt;/span&gt; yet but if you haven't, you have to try it. it's a lot of fun. lomography uses toy cameras and brings back film into the digital world we have today. lomo cams are so cute and vintage. their main concept is actually &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"don't think, just shoot".&lt;/span&gt; it's really all about putting extra fun in photography. if you want one though, you won't find them at malls anywhere. you'll have to order them over the net, go to quiapo, or in my case visit Teammanila, a really cool lomoshop somewhere in Makati. Lomography is not that popular in the Philippines yet but back in manila, lomographers have their own community called lomoManila. i was thinking of creating "lomoAngeles".. haha. but i know no lomographers around here. that's sad.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqPRDQPlCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pIwjfuhGfSU/s1600-h/smiliesad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128068648808715298" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqPRDQPlCI/AAAAAAAAAV8/pIwjfuhGfSU/s200/smiliesad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, since i'm still an amateur at this thing, i bought one of the most basic of all lomocams but probably one of the most fun to work with.. it's the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fisheye 2.&lt;/span&gt; i named mine &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Fishywishy&lt;/span&gt;. lol. with this cam, everything is seen in a 180-degree world. i also got a Colorsplash Flash with it for some color. i had my first film developed at digiprint a few days ago. errrm, most of them were awfully ugly. ow it's my fault anyway.. i should've read the techniques first before shooting like mad. oh well, we learn from our mistakes, right? eheh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128072003178173554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqSUTQPlHI/AAAAAAAAAWk/dOwR_u2hzSc/s200/DSC01493.JPG" border="0" /&gt; anyway, the following are fisheye shots at home and from the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Tigtigan Terakan King Dalan&lt;/span&gt; last oct 27. the last giant beer picture is not from fishywishy though. it's just so cute i wanna hug it. hihi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128073734049993858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqT5DQPlII/AAAAAAAAAWs/ndKm2vc4mWI/s320/lomo+4+edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128041079413642082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Ryp2MTQPk2I/AAAAAAAAAUg/2T6lzQpQolk/s320/lomo+5+edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128041332816712562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Ryp2bDQPk3I/AAAAAAAAAUo/UXU8xEm_GiA/s320/lomo+3+edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128053083847234498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqBHDQPk8I/AAAAAAAAAVM/42R3cfgU3q8/s320/lomo+2+edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128066406835786738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqNOjQPk_I/AAAAAAAAAVk/PKQCsSo-ZJk/s320/lomo+8+edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128074249446069394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqUXDQPlJI/AAAAAAAAAW0/S7yxTa75vnM/s200/Image057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;i went to the tigtigan with thony, tin and her new guy jerome. we did a lot of walking and after about an hour found a table for ourselves. i'm glad it was near the stage so i got to see &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the dawn&lt;/span&gt; perform. silent sanctuary was also there but i'm not that familiar with their music. the last band i saw, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;five against the wall&lt;/span&gt;, was my favorite among all those i've seen that evening. they're reggae and they played "no woman no cry"... an all-time favorite of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i know that brawls are essential in tigtigan events but this one is probably the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;most chaotic&lt;/span&gt; tigtigan i've ever been to. glad we came out unhurt, although i wanted to kick that guy who showered us with beer while we were innocently passing by. we were at my home just before the sun came up. thony and i slept at the living room.. i took the long couch while he slept on the cold floor. we were knocked out. tin said that one of us was snoring... oh but it wasn't me! hihi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;for halloween, as is our family tradition, my mom bought candies for us to give away to trick or treating kids. i saw this one kid wearing horns (yung umiilaw na sungay ng devil na sinusuot na parang headband) who was so cute that i gave him extra candies.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqPdzQPlDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/i9iQ_9wGKjk/s1600-h/smiliekiss.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128068867852047410" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqPdzQPlDI/AAAAAAAAAWE/i9iQ_9wGKjk/s200/smiliekiss.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Nov. 1&lt;/span&gt; of this year was a little different from my other usual 1st of Novembers because instead of going to La Pieta in the evening, we visited our dead loved ones early in the morning. ow i miss my lola "Sofia" and lolo "Ernesto". naks. sosyal ang pangalan. afterwards, we went to Candaba for my dad's dad, lolo "Jose".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;potter, one of our dogs, has a new haircut. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he's bald and ugly now.&lt;/span&gt; but i'm sure his hair will grow back in a few weeks anyway. oh yah and btw, we also voted for the barangay elections. i voted for our neighbor and he won!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i've done the semestral general cleaning of my room and i swear you can't imagine how much junk has accumulated there in a matter of 5 months. it's somehow clean now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128063632286913490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqKtDQPk9I/AAAAAAAAAVU/iX-7SrFdwCM/s320/lomo+1+edited.JPG" border="0" /&gt;now i have to face reality: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;vacation's almost over.&lt;/span&gt; no more time for procrastination. ugh. i sometimes hate reality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-9193745435369279086?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/9193745435369279086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=9193745435369279086&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9193745435369279086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/9193745435369279086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/11/lomolove.html' title='LomoLove'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RyqPHTQPlBI/AAAAAAAAAV0/CAOfN4kOKrE/s72-c/smilielargegrin.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8786206252487270236</id><published>2007-10-21T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T10:04:18.485+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making sense'/><title type='text'>the drama on things</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: forever wondering&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;everyone just tries to put some drama even on the most superficial things. but i &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxs93Cz_44I/AAAAAAAAATg/OUqcb0L87sk/s1600-h/red+heart+on+fingers.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;wouldn't do that. real life itself is far too dramatic.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxs_ECz_46I/AAAAAAAAATw/7B_Ne_r3eH4/s1600-h/th_2u4op74_th176537567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123758339771065250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxs_ECz_46I/AAAAAAAAATw/7B_Ne_r3eH4/s200/th_2u4op74_th176537567.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;but i've just been wondering... &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;when can a person say that he loves truly?&lt;/span&gt; is it when he gets over his immaturity and tries to understand the other? is it when he gives up his pride to make things easier for the other? is it when he throws away self-centeredness and loves a person more than he loves himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;can't love for others conquer self-love? if it can't, then could it be considered genuine love at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;or maybe the real reason why people suffer so much is none other than &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;. when people are loved, they tend to expect a lot more than what the person who loves them can give, even forcing them to sacrifice things for them. it's love's fault. love makes people hope. which could lead to disappointments. which lead to despair. cold tears. sorrow. melancholy. you name it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;oh but on the other hand, maybe love isn't the culprit at all. it's probably humans who create their own despair. people blame love when they get stabbed and hurt. it's the first explanation they find to answer their misery instead of reflecting on their own actions and faults. people stereotype it as &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;blind&lt;/span&gt;, when in fact they are the ones who can't see beyond the cravings of their own ego. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love is indeed a much abused word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why does everyone talk about love so much anyway? yeah, like what i'm exactly doing right now and what dozens of daily forwarded text message quotes obviously imply. people make love, like life, too overrated. what's up with love anyway?! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what's the big damn deal about it?! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;well, personally i know why and what. i'm actually just playing stupid. i know why i talk, think and live with it a lot. but i'm afraid my views do not apply to everyone else. no, it's not universal. whatever the answer to that is so &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;subjective&lt;/span&gt; that i'm not even giving myself the right to blab one more sentence about this thing so-called love. you answer that for yourself and i'll shut up and keep further opinions to myself coz this post is getting way too cheesy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ok, now that was dramatic. i guess i just contradicted myself again. why do i always end up contradicting myself?! i'm a huge &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;living contradiction&lt;/span&gt;. oh but that's another story.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxs2Dyz_43I/AAAAAAAAATY/SfgjBEcDzDk/s1600-h/mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123748439871447922" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxs2Dyz_43I/AAAAAAAAATY/SfgjBEcDzDk/s200/mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Love is the condition in which the happiness of&lt;br /&gt;another person is essential to your own." --Robert Heinlein &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;note: even if this post is so cliche of me, it doesn't have anything to do with all that blablah about my lovelife this time. it's just about &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. though i will not disclose their exact identities, i sure do hope and pray they wake up soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8786206252487270236?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8786206252487270236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8786206252487270236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8786206252487270236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8786206252487270236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/drama-on-things.html' title='the drama on things'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxs_ECz_46I/AAAAAAAAATw/7B_Ne_r3eH4/s72-c/th_2u4op74_th176537567.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-3302675071327367321</id><published>2007-10-21T03:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:03:34.475+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>perya and peanuts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: saya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxtaMyz_48I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zpuQOGFasTI/s1600-h/smile.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123788176908870594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxtaMyz_48I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zpuQOGFasTI/s200/smile.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dahil saturday, feel kong mag-tagalog ngayon.. kahit alam kong walang koneksyon yon at sunday na nga pala. (errm, i'm talking non-sense again. just check out the pix.. it's me and my old friends. yey.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ngayong gabing ito ay may: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;perya. laugh trip. halakhak. halo-halo. nepo quad. libot. adventure. hugs. bagong tsinelas. isandaang pictures. polo. sigaw. maling birthday. tsismis. over-priced cheeseburger. kinilig si yen2. steroids ni eric. nalibre. hindi tumalab ang beer. peanuts. antok. saya. sarap. hay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed style="WIDTH: 288px; HEIGHT: 243px" name="flashticker" align="middle" src="http://widget-49.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;amp;il=1&amp;amp;channel=504403158287011657&amp;amp;site=widget-49.slide.com" wmode="transparent" salign="l" scale="noscale" quality="high"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="WIDTH: 350px; TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158287011657&amp;amp;map=1" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slide.com/pivot?cy=bb&amp;amp;ad=0&amp;amp;id=504403158287011657&amp;amp;map=2" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yen2, eric, charles and thony... tnx.. hihi. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kakamiss kayo. bukas ulet pare.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxtZ7iz_47I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jpYPj7Akyh8/s1600-h/heart.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123787880556127154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxtZ7iz_47I/AAAAAAAAAT4/jpYPj7Akyh8/s200/heart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-3302675071327367321?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/3302675071327367321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=3302675071327367321&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3302675071327367321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/3302675071327367321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/blog-post_2939.html' title='perya and peanuts'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxtaMyz_48I/AAAAAAAAAUA/zpuQOGFasTI/s72-c/smile.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5079735011123737009</id><published>2007-10-20T11:06:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:04:15.515+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>3 down, 5 more to go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: nerdy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God! i'm so glad that sembreak has finally come. it's now time-out from all the fuss and buzz of nursing. thank heavens.. coz if I were to spend another day with all that pressure i swear i'll break down. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlYhyz_4aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KG3jvY1Aj70/s1600-h/mrgreen.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123223388709446050" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlYhyz_4aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KG3jvY1Aj70/s200/mrgreen.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;err but it's too early to complain. i'm only on my second year. a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;WHOLE LOT MORE&lt;/span&gt; is in store for me for the next two years or so: more work.. more memorizations.. more sleepless nights.. more midnight oil burned.. more &lt;s&gt;snobbish&lt;/s&gt; nice c.i.'s.. more excuse slips.. more paraphernalia.. more 30minute breaks.. more cheeseburger meals and less vacations! ok, should i be scared?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;argh. what have i gotten myself into..?!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlzYCz_4lI/AAAAAAAAARI/mCcAV-7M61o/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123252908019671634" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlzYCz_4lI/AAAAAAAAARI/mCcAV-7M61o/s200/cry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlxTyz_4iI/AAAAAAAAAQw/EydKMT389bU/s1600-h/sad.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;anyway, i'll be missing my friends at BSN II-1.. though i should say they're considerably few (i'm still on my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anti-social phase&lt;/span&gt;, a thing which has been going on for about a year now).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw, last wednesday was our &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;19th month&lt;/span&gt;. hooray.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlziiz_4mI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OC4080TjDUY/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123253088408298082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlziiz_4mI/AAAAAAAAARQ/OC4080TjDUY/s200/tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlxrSz_4jI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/cYgKwZ2ugRs/s1600-h/mochi13.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and it was also the last day of final exams so after the 200-item anatomy test, thony and i headed over to the mall and watched "no reservations" to enjoy our first few hours of sweet &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;. the movie was indeed sweet.. but a little boring. thony actually wanted to watch "resident evil" but i refused. for now, i don't want more terror in my life just yet. anyway, while i was sitting my ass comfortably at the moviehouse, a classmate texted me saying our anatomy instructor needs me to go back to school..! and i was like &lt;em&gt;now what?! ano nanaman kailangan niyo, walangya.. ayoko muna magbalik dun. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;it turned out that my instructor has enlisted me to join the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mind Fest 2007&lt;/span&gt;, an annual quiz bee type of contest for the Nursing Days celebration of our college. there were &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;11 teams&lt;/span&gt; with one freshman, one sophomore, one junior and one senior student each team. i was the sophomore from &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;team Peplau.&lt;/span&gt; the contest was held on the 18th, the day after i was informed that i'm actually a participant. i didn't even bother opening any book to review for anything at all. &lt;em&gt;sawa na kong magreview. bahala na yung ka-team kong 3rd and 4th year. hehe. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlk4Cz_4bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-IB8cHIr1Go/s1600-h/tongue.gif"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123236965101068722" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlk4Cz_4bI/AAAAAAAAAP4/-IB8cHIr1Go/s200/tongue.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;team Peplau&lt;/span&gt; (ryan, ai, zenji and me) didn't get medals but we got Mac Arthur by Bob Ong (at may kasama pang tag price na nagsasabing P100 lang iyon) as consolation price for landing on the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;5th place.&lt;/span&gt; i was ok with 5th place. at least we weren't eliminated on any of the earlier rounds at nakarating pa kami hanggang sa difficult round. besides, i wasn't even expecting to win at all. i went there with one eye closed.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlwxiz_4hI/AAAAAAAAAQo/am6Zh-GW18E/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123250047571452434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlwxiz_4hI/AAAAAAAAAQo/am6Zh-GW18E/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlvTSz_4eI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/7WfaaI5NaDk/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmmm.. though i would have loved the medal too. hihihi.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;joining mind fest now makes me a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;bonafide nerd&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlu3yz_4dI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vFraQiLJu0k/s1600-h/pinkblob.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123247955922379218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxlu3yz_4dI/AAAAAAAAAQI/vFraQiLJu0k/s200/pinkblob.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; but i kinda like it. in general, it was a fun experience. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;being surrounded by smart people made me feel like i'm one notch smarter.&lt;/span&gt; haha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;after the mind fest, i went around the city (literally) with peachy and joan. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;foodtrip!&lt;/span&gt; sa wakas nakakain na rin ako ng chicken mami after days of craving for it! we also saw this carnival at nepo quad which always appears there at around this time of the year. in high school i used to pass by the place everyday on my way to h.f.a. and now i miss that. oww. i think we're going there tonight to try some of the rides. here's a shot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123251787033207362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 350px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="300" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlyWyz_4kI/AAAAAAAAARA/IYrxNa7J7to/s400/DSC01366.JPG" width="359" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;the three of us also bought some of my favorite isaw at diamond, beside ayban's house. take-out. i bought ten sticks and didn't know who i will eat them with so i texted thony and we ate them at home. ang saya ng gabing iyon. there was something different with the way he whispered "i love you" while we were sitting at the couch after eating. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;either it's the isaw he ate or true love.&lt;/span&gt; haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;we also hugged a lot.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxl64Sz_4nI/AAAAAAAAARY/diOEuRKopHM/s1600-h/wink.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123261158651847282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rxl64Sz_4nI/AAAAAAAAARY/diOEuRKopHM/s200/wink.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; like we always do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what a beautiful way to end a semester.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/ice_rocks116/blinkingheart.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;oo nga pala, lumipat ng bahay sina thony. akala ko naman babalik na sila sa manila. ngayon pala sa kabilang kanto lang. ang layo naman.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5079735011123737009?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5079735011123737009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5079735011123737009&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5079735011123737009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5079735011123737009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/3-down-5-more-to-go.html' title='3 down, 5 more to go'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RxlYhyz_4aI/AAAAAAAAAPw/KG3jvY1Aj70/s72-c/mrgreen.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5024120598910809258</id><published>2007-10-10T16:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T17:11:22.039+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>enough with the bacon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: cross &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyA7iz_4UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RERqo5AUnOo/s1600-h/mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119608636858949954" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyA7iz_4UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RERqo5AUnOo/s200/mad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;waah. ayoko na ng bacon!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i've been living on bacon every morning for the past six months just because my bacon-addicted sister won't eat anything for breakfast other than... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;bacon! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyQ_yz_4WI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Xg7JYO8eXGU/s1600-h/mochi6.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119626302059438434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyQ_yz_4WI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/Xg7JYO8eXGU/s200/mochi6.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; it's all they ever really cook around here for breakfast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the girl's just so &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with pork strips!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i used to really like it too.. but even the most sumptuous meal loses its taste when eaten every single day (oh that's with the exception of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;KFC hot and crispy &lt;/span&gt;chicken meal). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sometimes i don't even touch my breakfast anymore...&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyRHiz_4XI/AAAAAAAAAPY/wROKS6cxxKE/s1600-h/mochi7.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyRXCz_4YI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CveWdz4HelY/s1600-h/confused.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119626701491396994" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyRXCz_4YI/AAAAAAAAAPg/CveWdz4HelY/s200/confused.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; then my sister would see it lying around and she'd ask if she could have my bacon instead. of course i'd generously give it to her because that would save me from being nagged by my mom for skipping breakfast. i'd rather just let my mom think i really was the one who ate it than get scolded.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;even though i thank God for everyday blessings, i still do hope the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;menu changes for next semester.&lt;/span&gt; i must make an &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;appeal&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i kinda miss pancakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;BTW, it's my cousin &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;kuya jay's&lt;/span&gt; birthday today. hapee birthday!&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyR8Sz_4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fM84s4nDXY0/s1600-h/mochi2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119627341441524114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyR8Sz_4ZI/AAAAAAAAAPo/fM84s4nDXY0/s200/mochi2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5024120598910809258?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5024120598910809258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5024120598910809258&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5024120598910809258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5024120598910809258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/enough-bacon.html' title='enough with the bacon'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwyA7iz_4UI/AAAAAAAAAPA/RERqo5AUnOo/s72-c/mad.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1456383932268180494</id><published>2007-10-09T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T22:40:04.123+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>ang gaga at uto-uto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: smiley&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwtgSyz_4II/AAAAAAAAANg/zhmM6VRuWgM/s1600-h/smiliekiss.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119291277430481026" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwtgSyz_4II/AAAAAAAAANg/zhmM6VRuWgM/s200/smiliekiss.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 6pm, about an hour after our final exam in c.f.e. today, hinatid ako ni thony sa sakayan ng jeep kasi ako'y uuwi na. oo, ako'y uuwi nang mag-isa.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwtqXCz_4JI/AAAAAAAAANo/3i9DhIiKLdQ/s1600-h/supertoaster07.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwt5Uiz_4MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wm2obHQnf8Y/s1600-h/smiliesad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119318795285946562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwt5Uiz_4MI/AAAAAAAAAOA/wm2obHQnf8Y/s200/smiliesad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; he has to stay in school a little late because there's this group practice thing which he needs to attend. and so.. after i nagged him about texting me at least once every five minutes and that he should narrate to me every little thing that happens to him on that freakin' group meeting &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(yes i could be an over-praning pain in the ass girlfriend sometimes, or most times perhaps),&lt;/span&gt; we parted ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true enough, he did text me once every five minutes.. and while i was in the trike (yep i need to ride a tricycle and pay precious 20pesos just to get home) he asked:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; san ka nah? nsa bahay k n b?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;suddenly, a light bulb above my head lit up...&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwt5HSz_4LI/AAAAAAAAAN4/1t3QlEypRpo/s1600-h/icon07.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwuFqSz_4RI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oFYBzU-g0SQ/s1600-h/icon07.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119332363087634706" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwuFqSz_4RI/AAAAAAAAAOo/oFYBzU-g0SQ/s200/icon07.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hmmm.. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;trip time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.. hehe. soo i replied with:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ann:&lt;/span&gt; dito na co s trike.. xit di co lam kung san aco dinadala ng tricycle driver na 'to!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; ha?! bakit? traffic b kaya kailangan niya mgshortcut?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ann:&lt;/span&gt; hindi naman traffic eh.. hee.. ntatakot na co.. :(&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; wag ka ngang manakot ng ganyan..!!! totoo ba talaga yan?!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was testing him if he would worry about me and do something even if he's in the middle of a toxic meeting for school. he kept on texting but i didn't reply for several minutes for him to think that something bad really happened. pero pagkatapos ng ilan pang minuto ay nakonsensya na ako. and so, i was about to break it to him and send a message saying &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"joke lang bliw. haha.. uto-uto!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; when suddenly, our home phone rang... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ann:&lt;/span&gt; hello?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thony (while catching his breath):&lt;/span&gt; pwede po kay ann???!?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ann:&lt;/span&gt; hoi! joke lang yun! asan ka? pano ka nakatawag?! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; walangya ka. kala ko ano nang nangyari! humanap pa ako ng pay phone!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ann:&lt;/span&gt; hehehe..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i didn't expect him to believe my little prank. it's so not like him. oh well, i guess sometimes people really are uto-uto.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwt5giz_4NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1sBwqaIFRWg/s1600-h/smilieshock.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119319001444376786" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwt5giz_4NI/AAAAAAAAAOI/1sBwqaIFRWg/s200/smilieshock.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwt2jSz_4KI/AAAAAAAAANw/fYCciDOJIzw/s1600-h/supertoaster08.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(peace.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;anyway, congratulations to thony coz he passed my test. i'll probably give him a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;96/100&lt;/span&gt; for that(maybe if he called a little earlier i'd have given him a higher score, hihi). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;a little while later...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ann:&lt;/span&gt; ui may nakapasok na magnanakaw sa bahay namin!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; gaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ann:&lt;/span&gt; uto-uto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ciao.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwuBsiz_4OI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/o_Yl8wr_2V4/s1600-h/love.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwuCXiz_4PI/AAAAAAAAAOY/AU59ECwgEoE/s1600-h/dead.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwuFASz_4QI/AAAAAAAAAOg/cHebfj0ZK4w/s1600-h/kiss.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwuG5yz_4SI/AAAAAAAAAOw/b87i_1oXUxE/s1600-h/froggy13.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119333728887234850" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwuG5yz_4SI/AAAAAAAAAOw/b87i_1oXUxE/s200/froggy13.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1456383932268180494?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1456383932268180494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1456383932268180494&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1456383932268180494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1456383932268180494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/something-cute.html' title='ang gaga at uto-uto'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwtgSyz_4II/AAAAAAAAANg/zhmM6VRuWgM/s72-c/smiliekiss.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1397753099095579043</id><published>2007-10-08T21:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T10:25:18.865+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>back so soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: idle&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrF-yz_4BI/AAAAAAAAAMo/-4vv84cRO2U/s1600-h/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrLgSz_4EI/AAAAAAAAANA/3FKm8ORqKkg/s1600-h/ghost_shocked.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119127682126176322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrLgSz_4EI/AAAAAAAAANA/3FKm8ORqKkg/s200/ghost_shocked.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrK5Cz_4CI/AAAAAAAAAMw/dEWrcfb_mv4/s1600-h/froggy16.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq8kCz_39I/AAAAAAAAAMI/dg7IitZNi40/s1600-h/sick.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwon9Sz_3yI/AAAAAAAAAKw/FSoc0zS_SZ8/s1600-h/Execute.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrEpyz_4AI/AAAAAAAAAMg/S8rFhj3Bu_4/s1600-h/silent.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joke lang&lt;/span&gt; pala yung sinabi ko na pagkatapos pa lang ng final exams ako babalik dito, dahil eto nanaman ako. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq8ESz_38I/AAAAAAAAAMA/ll_j9iyahLM/s1600-h/laugh.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq6wCz_35I/AAAAAAAAALo/UFDKcn-p4VE/s1600-h/blush.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm supposed to be reviewing by now already coz it'll be the start of exams tomorrow. but i'm just too lazy to do so. ugh. sloth again. another deadly sin. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq5Ziz_31I/AAAAAAAAALI/OCNfUMaE7o4/s1600-h/sick.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really do not have anything sensible to place in here at the moment. i was just dropping by. i'm actually waiting for thony to get home. tagal.&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrMKSz_4GI/AAAAAAAAANQ/u9V2c2nOuxk/s1600-h/ghost_mad.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119128403680682082" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrMKSz_4GI/AAAAAAAAANQ/u9V2c2nOuxk/s200/ghost_mad.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrLAyz_4DI/AAAAAAAAAM4/fEBA2bjQ4eU/s1600-h/froggy15.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq7qyz_37I/AAAAAAAAAL4/P1nu70mxLgw/s1600-h/confushed.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrLuyz_4FI/AAAAAAAAANI/MHCsC1--xNE/s1600-h/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrC-Sz_3_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/VWHWFc8JhEs/s1600-h/angry.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;san na kaya siya napadpad?! amfp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;btw i'm done with my&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; physical assessment demo. &lt;/span&gt;finally!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq5mCz_32I/AAAAAAAAALQ/i-SnS5Ms62Q/s1600-h/happy.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; all i had to do was talk for &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;one hour straight&lt;/span&gt;, after which my throat felt like there's some kind of drought happening in there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well. that's all for now. be back later. gotta get some shut-eye. zzZ.&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq57Cz_34I/AAAAAAAAALg/cGCU4J4wkA8/s1600-h/sleepy.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119108350478376834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwq57Cz_34I/AAAAAAAAALg/cGCU4J4wkA8/s200/sleepy.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;yet again, i've gone crazy over emoticons.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrlqCz_4HI/AAAAAAAAANY/uP8jjOntV2U/s1600-h/smilielargegrin.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119156436932223090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrlqCz_4HI/AAAAAAAAANY/uP8jjOntV2U/s200/smilielargegrin.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;*poof*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1397753099095579043?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1397753099095579043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1397753099095579043&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1397753099095579043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1397753099095579043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/back-so-soon.html' title='back so soon'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrLgSz_4EI/AAAAAAAAANA/3FKm8ORqKkg/s72-c/ghost_shocked.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-4898491562810495432</id><published>2007-10-08T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T07:51:26.051+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trip'/><title type='text'>one sad story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"Roommates"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Michael invited his mother over for dinner. During the meal, his mother couldn't help noticing how beautiful Michael's roommate was. She had long been suspicious of a relationship between Michael and his roommate and this only made her more curious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Over the course of the evening, while watching the two interact, she started to wonder if there was more between Michael and the roommate than met the eye. Reading his mom's thoughts, Michael volunteered, "I know what you must be thinking, but I assure you, Joanne and I are just roommates."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;About a week later, Joanne came to Michael and said, "Ever since your mother came to dinner, I've been unable to find the beautiful silver gravy ladle," said Joanne. "You don't suppose she took it, do you?".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Well," said Michael, "I doubt it, but I'll write her a letter just to be sure." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So he sat down and wrote: "Dear Mother, I'm not saying you 'did' take a gravy ladle from my house, and I'm not saying you 'did not' take a gravy ladle. But the fact remains that one has been missing ever since you were here for dinner." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Several days later, John received a letter from his mother which read: "Dear Son, I'm not saying that you 'do' sleep with Joanne, and I'm not saying that you 'do not' sleep with Joanne. But the fact remains that if she was sleeping in her own bed, she would have found the gravy ladle by now. Love, Mom."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;---aw. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrCVyz_3-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tni3piIUOEg/s1600-h/smiliecry.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119117606132899810" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrCVyz_3-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tni3piIUOEg/s200/smiliecry.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;touching.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/ice_rocks116/Icon-PurpleSmiley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;story lifted from xoxmariah.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-4898491562810495432?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4898491562810495432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=4898491562810495432&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4898491562810495432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4898491562810495432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/one-clever-mom.html' title='one sad story'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwrCVyz_3-I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/tni3piIUOEg/s72-c/smiliecry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-4240032073663713200</id><published>2007-10-07T08:43:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:34:18.975+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>emerging from the depths of toxicity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mood: intoxicated &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i201.photobucket.com/albums/aa99/ice_rocks116/angry-1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/://agneslee.imeem.com/photo/dbF_yTUavq/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm sorry for the hibernation. i've just been confined in the depths of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;toxicity&lt;/span&gt; for the past week. all my reports, demonstrations, chapter-long tests (which happen on a daily basis anyway) and final reqs were jammed on a single week. now i'm itching to update this freakin' blog of mine. ugh. i missed blogging. so.. quick recap..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sept 22:&lt;/span&gt; it was rhej's debut bash at partyland.. rain, peachy, joan, me, and thony (?!) had the makeover session thingy at my room. none of us were pros at putting make-up on but i guess we did well. a little too well actually.. we were like two hours late! shame on us vain people. after the party, we stayed at partyplace for a while.. and had some long beach iced tea. yum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118363689048596178" style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="at rheg's party" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwgUqCz_3tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OO87-pS9WoI/s200/DSC01140.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118134621262831298" style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="at rheg's party" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwdEUiz_3sI/AAAAAAAAAKA/m0jwgnNg6Vk/s200/Copy+of+DSC01099.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwgUqCz_3tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OO87-pS9WoI/s1600-h/DSC01140.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;on our way home, i got my hands on thony's fone and.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(surprise! surprise!)&lt;/span&gt; ..found some text messages which should not be there. naku. huling-huli. of course we fought. i forgave him after two days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sept 26:&lt;/span&gt; that was the fateful day i found out that the deadline for the audition for ms. U is over. wtf. anyway, there's still a next year. but i'll be too busy by then. and sasali b talaga ako?! &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ang kapal ko naman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;sept 29:&lt;/span&gt; thony and I went to aufmc early in the morning for him to have a cbc (complete blood count). the physician advised him to get one because he's having &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dyspnea&lt;/span&gt; (difficulty in breathing) and so worries that his hemoglobin count might be low. i am worried too. actually he hasn't only been complaining to me about his breathing.. he also gets a lot of headaches, dizziness and joint pains. i hope he's fine. i don't think i could take it if he gets sick. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hope the dyspnea doesn't have anything to do with the fact that he's back at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;smoking again..&lt;/span&gt; and he only told me about it after like three days! smoking is okay as long as he doesn't keep it from me and doesn't overdo it. i was supposed to get mad at him but i didn't want to ruin the day further. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;after the cbc, we met up with my parents and sister. we had to go to candaba coz it's my lola's 81st birthday. i saw samy there. i missed that kid! i also have this other cousin who, before that day, i've never spoken more than a single sentence to.. my &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;whole&lt;/span&gt; life... and if not for the fact that he was drunk that day, we would never have had such a long conversation. unbelievably, he was in the mood to talk about his love life. i also attended jen's debut later that night which also happened in candaba. i was included in the 18 treasures part. i gave her a cute pink wristwatch and came up with a pretty good explanation why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;here's a snapshot of me at jen's party. the other one's me and a sick chubby guy named thony &lt;em&gt;(peace pare hehe)&lt;/em&gt; at mcdonald's&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a384/themarbleintheoatmeal/smilies/frenchfries.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. love the shades. they're actually mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118372699889983202" style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="at jen's party" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Rwgc2iz_3uI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Kfyl_w5S_r4/s200/Copy+of+DSC01255.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118377432943943426" style="CURSOR: crosshair" alt="love the shades" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwghKCz_3wI/AAAAAAAAAKg/E-MKvUrCnMQ/s200/DSC01218.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by the way, from these pictures, you'll actually see the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;two zits&lt;/span&gt; i've been talking about on my previous post. one's on my forehead and the other's near my left eye. they were so damn ugly. i popped them because i got annoyed. thank goodness they're gone now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Oct 1:&lt;/span&gt; for the first time this school year, &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i was absent.&lt;/span&gt; i deliberately absented myself because i fell asleep the night before while i was reviewing for a 17-page-long handout for the physical assessment demo. when i woke up at 5:30 that morning, i was panicking. my class is at 7am and i know nothing of the 17-page handout! and so i decided to skip class with the infamous "dysmenorrhea excuse" (did i spell that right?), even though my period was not in another three weeks. hehe. my instructors bought it anyway. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;to anyone who goes to the same university as i do, please don't tell anyone.. especially the authorities. this really isn't the typical grade conscious me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oct 4:&lt;/span&gt; i attended this talk in school wherein angeles city mayor blueboy nepomuceno was the guest speaker and his honorable presence made me wonder about one thing: &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;why do angeles city mayors look like santa claus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had to get home early that day coz i had loads of school work to finish. i should've listened when they told me that entering nursing is equivalent to subjecting yourself to a toxic lifestyle. on our way home, thony and i came across this weird "blind" guy with dark shades on and a cane in the jeepney. it was obvious that he was only pretending to be blind. lakas talaga ng trip ng mga tao ngayon. i usually get entertained by people na nakatrip. but i was annoyed by this one. good thing he stayed on board for a few minutes only, pretending he hopped on the wrong jeepney being "blind".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;oct 5:&lt;/span&gt; it was demo speech day in english. we had to choose any topic and show to the class, for five minutes, how it's done. my topic was about dealing with dry hair. i could've chosen something else more interesting but i didn't have much time to think coz i have loads of other things to think about. anyway, my hair model was none other than tin, my sister. i am so surprised and grateful that she agreed to do it even though i had to put &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fresh eggs and stinky mayonnaise&lt;/span&gt; all over her hair in front of a crowd of sophomore students. i got a 95 over a hundred for it. thank God for a sister who doesn't mind mayonnaise on her hair! of course she shampooed frantically afterwards.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i206.photobucket.com/albums/bb188/kxhead/kaitlyn/myspace/smilies2.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i also attended the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;honors' society&lt;/span&gt; meeting later that afternoon. &lt;em&gt;bakit ngayon ko lang nalaman na may "honors' society" at member pala ako nito?!&lt;/em&gt; mind you, sosyal 'tong org na 'to coz almost all our advisers were cum laudes, board topnotchers and TOS awardees.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; anyway, they told us we're getting honsoc t-shirts. nice. something to brag about eh?! but that's not what interested me most. one small cute fat adviser of the said organization mentioned that there's going to be this &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;press conference&lt;/span&gt; thing for nursing students.. i'd like to join.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b252/Look_its_Jennifer/Others/Icons/Icon-HotPinkSmiley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i miss writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mom bought some &lt;s&gt;pirated&lt;/s&gt; dr. house DVDs a few days ago which cost like 65pesos each. i had a marathon of them yesterday. i only stopped when thony came in the afternoon. all hail house and his sarcasm!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i had a&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; terrible dream&lt;/span&gt; last night. i was holding one of our pet &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fishes&lt;/span&gt; with my bare hands! it was alive. and it's uncooked! i eat fish when they're cooked but i hate them when they're still moving and out of the water. they look creepy and slimy. anyway, i threw it onto the floor in disgust... and suddenly.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;more &lt;strong&gt;angry&lt;/strong&gt; fish appeared&lt;/span&gt; on the floor.. and they were creeping towards me! they were attacking me! and then i woke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was going to type in more things here but i just can't remember what else happened to me. besides, i've got mooore scheduled school work for today. i'll probably be blogging again after our &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;final exams&lt;/span&gt; which will end wednesday next, next week. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;gotta go. i think my dad's making lasagna again coz it's the weekend. he's been cooking a lot ever since our maid never came back from her vacation. my dad's really good at it, i swear. if you want some you can come by the house some time.. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he makes the best lasagna, tacos and steak!&lt;/span&gt; makes me want to stay home more often.&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b252/Look_its_Jennifer/Others/Icons/Icon-GreenSmiley.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ow. another lazy sunday. ciao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-4240032073663713200?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4240032073663713200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=4240032073663713200&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4240032073663713200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4240032073663713200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/10/emerging-from-depths-of-toxicity.html' title='emerging from the depths of toxicity'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/RwgUqCz_3tI/AAAAAAAAAKI/OO87-pS9WoI/s72-c/DSC01140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-8539836119565312396</id><published>2007-09-28T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T13:24:52.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>9 signs of acute depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;mood: depressed&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i156.photobucket.com/albums/t21/ikadarkangel/_explosion__by_sereneworx.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; your normally zit-free face suddenly sprouts two &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;huge&lt;/span&gt; pimples overnight. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now you're ugly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; you shift from a ravenous appetite to an almost&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;anorexic &lt;/span&gt;state. also overnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; you don't feel like talking at all to anyone all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; you come home, lie flat on the bed and stare blankly at the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;ceiling&lt;/span&gt; for about an hour. when you finally get tired of the ceiling, you watch the &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;floor&lt;/span&gt; instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt; "Luha" by Kapatid is on repeat. because it makes you teary-eyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt; you tell your boyfriend &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"malungkot ako" &lt;/span&gt;about 20 times a day.. and when he makes funny faces which normally makes you laugh buckets, you do not move a single face muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;7.&lt;/span&gt; if ever you'd laugh, you're not really laughing. you only laugh coz people might start thinking you've gone abnormal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;8.&lt;/span&gt; pati nanay mo ay sinungitan mo. yan tuloy nagalit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;9.&lt;/span&gt; you blame yourself for missing the audition for that damn &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;pageant.&lt;/span&gt; now you'll have to wait until next year. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;leche &lt;/s&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-8539836119565312396?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/8539836119565312396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=8539836119565312396&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8539836119565312396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/8539836119565312396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/8-signs-of-sudden-depression.html' title='9 signs of acute depression'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-6382877870391918974</id><published>2007-09-17T21:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T21:27:22.725+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='showbiz lovelife'/><title type='text'>ban love letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I've always been a big advocate of &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love letters.&lt;/span&gt; I've been receiving, writing and keeping them ever since I could remember. In fact, I probably have stacks hidden all over my room. Yes they're cheesy and a little old but sweet and cute at the same time. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; love&lt;/span&gt; Love letters. But that was until today. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;From now on, I am banning them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annscreams.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111161398682830674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Ru5-NkYtx1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/OqSTX6ioqsg/s200/DSC01068.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is probably the last love letter I will ever write. So much for some &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;monthsary trash&lt;/span&gt; eh?! I'm not even going to actually give this one to the person it is addressed to. I don't think he &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;deserves&lt;/span&gt; to read the pretty words I have placed in it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ugh. What am I saying?! I can't hate love letters! I know this is again just one of my teenage mediocre drama. So please pardon me for blabbering non-sense.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Whatever. I know next week I might change my mind back. Or next month maybe. But one thing's for sure. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;I will never forget today. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So whoever you are, &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;s&gt;happy&lt;/s&gt; 18th monthsary to us.&lt;/span&gt; Yeah right. Do you even think we should still be celebrating every month? Isn't it getting a little tiring for you? I was just wondering. Oh, and sorry for making you cry. I just thought today was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;somehow special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Thanks for the worst 17th of the month ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-6382877870391918974?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/6382877870391918974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=6382877870391918974&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6382877870391918974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/6382877870391918974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/love-letter-hater.html' title='ban love letters'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Ru5-NkYtx1I/AAAAAAAAAJw/OqSTX6ioqsg/s72-c/DSC01068.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-4873762753881686229</id><published>2007-09-15T22:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-15T22:42:14.622+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='muzik'/><title type='text'>the chonkeys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: reggae-ish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;"diksyonaryo" by the chonkeys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i had my ears on this song was like three years ago at the clark music festival. i instantly fell &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt; with it right there on my spot at the front line of the pit. i don't know about you, but my friends and i found it kinda funny.. uhm especially that punch line in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the chonkeys played then along with &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;radioactive sago project, bamboo and wunjo&lt;/span&gt; (i think that was the time when i almost &lt;s&gt;fell asleep&lt;/s&gt; on wunjo's set.) the chonkeys is kind of an underground band so not many people have heard of it. but if you're looking for some music to be high with, then this is certainly the band. the name says it all. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe if you're simply looking for some good pinoy music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, we have different tastes. other people may find them trashy. whatever. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i love 'em.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="80"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/OOysR_DULD/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/OOysR_DULD/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-4873762753881686229?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/4873762753881686229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=4873762753881686229&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4873762753881686229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/4873762753881686229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/chonkeys.html' title='the chonkeys'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5577781320135629462</id><published>2007-09-13T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T17:21:59.781+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>not your typical thursday</title><content type='html'>after our typically nosebleeding anatomy class, joyni and joan announced that they are hungry. &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;extra hungry as a matter of fact.&lt;/span&gt; and so we (joyni, joan, rain and I) went on a quest for some good food..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joyni:&lt;/span&gt; tara &lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;kitaro!&lt;/span&gt; di ko pa natry dun eh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ay oo! may narinig ako kahapon na nagsabi na masarap daw dun..!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;rain: &lt;/span&gt;(i'm not sure if it really was rain who said this): sino naman?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ewan. nagkkwentuhan lang na napadaan. hehe. di ko kilala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joan:&lt;/span&gt; ngek.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joyni:&lt;/span&gt; tara kitaro!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so we went to kitaro which is a short walk from the main building. little did we know, our nosebleeding anatomy class has its &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;continuation.&lt;/span&gt; let's just say we aren't japanese nor do we love japanese food, so when we were given the menu, all we did was fall silent and look at each other's confused faces. all we know about japanese food is sushi and wasabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; sino naman kasing nagyayang magkitaro tayo eh..... grrr..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;joyni:&lt;/span&gt; sino naman kasing nagsabing masarap dito eh... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; ay excited na ko sa swimming bukas! hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;but it tuned out all right. we ordered the beef thingy (i've forgotten). it was ok, but i'd still choose &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;tokyotokyo&lt;/span&gt; over kitaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at dismissal time, as usual i am to wait for thony coz he still has classes. but today, i didn't spend the time alone at the internet cafe. thony's class was having this newscasting activity for english class. they had to act like real newscasters, dress like them and face the camera. their individual performances were recorded and graded. anyone can watch so i went over and watched him. he actually looked good with his coat and tie. i felt like it's &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;prom season&lt;/span&gt; again. haha. : ) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;today, thony also got to borrow his brother's phone coz he needed it for the activity. nung una, nagmamayabang pa nga siya na sa kanya daw yun. hehe. it was a sony ericsson something. i don't know exactly what unit it is but i kinda like it (but i'd still choose my phone over it of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after thony has changed back to usual clothes and after alfred, his friend and classmate, borrowed his coat for his performance, we hurriedly headed home because it looked like the rain is striking again. true enough, it did. and yet again, we got caught under it. what's new?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;when we got home (soaking wet again), walang power. great. just then, thony realized something...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; nasan yung fone ng kuya ko? di mo ba nakita?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; huh? binalik ko sa'yo yun ah..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;the phone was gone.&lt;/span&gt; nowhere to be found. we kind of panicked coz if he didn't find it, lagot siya sa kuya niya. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;naisip naming magtawag ng mga classmates niya, coz they might have seen it somewhere back in school. pero wala ni isa sa amin sa bahay ang may load para tumawag. ehe. di kami makalabas para makapagload dahil sobrang lakas ng ulan at malayo pa ang bahay ng nagloload. we also can't use the landline to call his mates' cellphones coz our landline is locked. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;and so there we were. fidgeting helplessly in the dark. waiting for the rain to stop and for a miracle&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; (lost cellphones usually don't come back).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;what could have happened to it?! where could it be?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;then suddenly, a &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;savior&lt;/span&gt; came. dumating si tin (at kasama pa ang bagong manliligaw niya, naks, tig-isa kami ng lalaki sa bahay noh?! buti na lang wala si dad nung time na yun, lol) at &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;MAY LOAD siya!&lt;/span&gt; at pwede pang pantawag.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;we started calling thony's classmates whose numbers, for some odd reason, he memorizes. but no one was answering... minutes passed, still no one got on the line.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Ruz0kkYtxzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xotA1Od_Cps/s1600-h/Copy+of+DSC01063.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110728586238478130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Ruz0kkYtxzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xotA1Od_Cps/s200/Copy+of+DSC01063.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me:&lt;/span&gt; hmm.. eh kung tawagan mo kaya yung mismong fone ng kuya mo?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thony: &lt;/span&gt;(hindi lang niya sinabi pero alam kong naisip niya na ang galing ko dahil naisip ko yon. at dinayal ang number ng nawawalang fone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;ring.. ring...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;..hello?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;at may sumagot nga!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thony:&lt;/span&gt; hello? sino 'to? ibalik mo fone ko!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt; *whisper*:&lt;/span&gt; anung sa'yo.. hiniram mo lang yan eh..)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;alfred: &lt;/span&gt;tol ako 'to, si alfred. naiwan mo fone mo sa pocket ng coat na pinahiram mo sa kin kanina! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;(&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;me*grin* :&lt;/span&gt; ngek. katangahan lang pala ang dahilan).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and they lived happily ever after. the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5577781320135629462?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5577781320135629462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5577781320135629462&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5577781320135629462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5577781320135629462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/not-your-typical-thursday.html' title='not your typical thursday'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PuQHvIgLIx8/Ruz0kkYtxzI/AAAAAAAAAJg/xotA1Od_Cps/s72-c/Copy+of+DSC01063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-5900511267615921874</id><published>2007-09-12T19:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-14T12:19:34.063+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>erap proclaimed guilty, finally</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Mood: political&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, the much celebrated case of former &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;President Erap&lt;/span&gt; finally came to a conclusion (indefinitely that is, since Erap's camp could still appeal to the higher court). He was proclaimed guilty of plunder with which he was sentenced reclusion perpetua to death. A lot of Filipinos are probably rejoicing with the court's decision. At last, the corrupt former president who they themselves have brought down from office (and who they themselves too have put to office by the highest number of votes in Philippine election history, mind you. how ironic.) by marching off at EDSA is now, after six long years, sentenced and paying for the consequences of his betrayal to the nation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there are also others who may think otherwise. Could this event truly signal something &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;big &lt;/span&gt;in Philippine history? &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;I mean, w&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;ill this change anything at all in a society infested with thousands of other corrupt individuals outside prison bars?&lt;/span&gt; What about those people who are still freely pursuing their unlawful operations? Sure they aren't about to teminate their illegal acts any time soon. Yes, Erap was only ONE among them. With this continuing condition, when will the Filipino people truly gain &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;justice?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, when will Filipinos ever realize that &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;democracy doesn't mean flocking at EDSA and screaming for impeachment whenever they find the system unfavorable?&lt;/span&gt; Will the idea of establishing cooperation with the administration ever hit their sleeping minds?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;Think about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmm. And what could Mr. Estrada be thinking right now? He's probably regretting that fateful day when entering politics came to his mind. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;Oh how he must miss his swash-buckling and peaceful movie days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-5900511267615921874?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/5900511267615921874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=5900511267615921874&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5900511267615921874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/5900511267615921874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/erap-proclaimed-guilty.html' title='erap proclaimed guilty, finally'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7567438711668057625.post-1191408725534094043</id><published>2007-09-12T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T20:39:50.226+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blah'/><title type='text'>some inspiration</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Mood: inspired&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Photo Sharing and Video Hosting at Photobucket" src="http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g240/ashleydejoie/myspace%20icon%20stuff/th5242d5d7c84841786d5efcd684197447.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In PHC, we have this really jolly c.i. we call ma'am hydee and just yesterday, she gave us a glimpse of how her college life as a student nurse was. The way she told her story was so effective that I should say I was deeply taken. She was one of those who graduated cum laude in her batch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and by her story i was &lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;inspired...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;really. inspired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7567438711668057625-1191408725534094043?l=annscreams.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/feeds/1191408725534094043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7567438711668057625&amp;postID=1191408725534094043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1191408725534094043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7567438711668057625/posts/default/1191408725534094043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annscreams.blogspot.com/2007/09/some-inspiration.html' title='some inspiration'/><author><name>ann.screams.hearts.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16414722111302740646</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i58.photobucket.com/albums/g240/ashleydejoie/myspace%20icon%20stuff/th_th5242d5d7c84841786d5efcd684197447.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><e
