<?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-7733380</id><updated>2011-07-15T05:34:04.188+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hover Over To My Realm</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-now-blog-in-my-multiply.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-114558324132362358</id><published>2006-04-21T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T09:55:00.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;nakakatamad mag update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;basta madami na nangyari after my last update. yun na yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-114558324132362358?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733380.post-114143408003152397</id><published>2006-03-04T08:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T09:01:20.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;oh my god. i haven't touched this thing in almost a month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;there are so many things to do demmit.. i don't know what to do first. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;summer vacation in three weeks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;i can't wait. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-114143408003152397?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/114143408003152397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=114143408003152397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/114143408003152397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/114143408003152397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/03/oh-my-god_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113983025324542591</id><published>2006-02-13T19:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T19:50:22.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;it doesn't take much to make a girl like me happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;just give me flowers...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/bea2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;and the sweetest guy in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/pat.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/IMG&lt;&gt; &lt;/img&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/IMG src&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Thank you hunny. Happy hearts' day. ;)&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/7733380-113983025324542591?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113983025324542591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113983025324542591&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113983025324542591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113983025324542591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-day-it-doesnt-take.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113852276444345795</id><published>2006-01-29T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T16:24:57.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KUNG HEI FAT CHOY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It's Chinese New Year! And as usual, I checked for my luck this year. I had excessive bleeding for the past few days and had to be hospitalized for a while...but but! I felt better when the new year came around. Hmm.. must be my good luck starting to work. Or maybe its just the medicine. Hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This proves to be a good year for those born in the year of the Snake and Rabbit (meee!), and quite an unlucky one for Tigers and Rats. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;RABBIT&lt;/em&gt; : Basically, rabbits have nothing to complain about. More money and career opportunities come this year, especially for those in PR. A very romantic year for rabbits, the year of the firedog is said to be very ideal for marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;LOVE IN THE TIME OF 2006: Taurus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Romantic Match: Aquarius&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sex Match (God forbid): Virgo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;Taurus finds a natural fit with earth signs. Earth signs include other Taurus loves, Virgo natives and Capricorn partners.The best relationships this year push and pull at the very fiber of Taurus's being, stretching (in an often uncomfortable scenario) the limits of who he or she is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;(Horoscopes taken from Cosmopolitan Bedside Astrologer, Creators.com and some article in the newspaper haha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;But I think that more than any horoscope, attitude is what predicts one's luck. Loosely put, you get what you expect. And of course, nothing beats prayer. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113852276444345795?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113852276444345795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113852276444345795&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113852276444345795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113852276444345795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/01/kung-hei-fat-choy-its-chinese-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113714570680742971</id><published>2006-01-13T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T18:04:20.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;HAPPY JOY&lt;/span&gt; JOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;i came across a lot of shit this week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;but can i just say that i'm still really happy with what's going on in my life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have only the good&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Lord&lt;/span&gt; to thank for it. thanks Lord for sticking it out with a brat like me.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;aside from other &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;improvements&lt;/span&gt; in my life that i don't want to talk about (hmm..) , i'm really giddy about how my grades are going. i slacked off during the earlier part of the sem and when this year started i think i've done some good enough damage control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing like hard work, discipline and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sacrifice &lt;/span&gt;(skip gimmicks!) to get your act together. i don't really feel like i'm missing out on anything. i don't like going out much and there's enough fun going on in my life.. if you know what i mean. (teehee.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got our COM140 (a.k.a News Writing) assignments today and ta-dah! i got assigned to the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer,&lt;/span&gt; no less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm set to attend an editorial meeting on the day my group and i are doing our SCI 10 report. groupmates, we better finish early or else i won't live through that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i will. because i have someone who keeps me sane.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113714570680742971?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113714570680742971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113714570680742971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113714570680742971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113714570680742971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/01/happy-happy-joy-joy-i-came-across-lot.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113695781147557943</id><published>2006-01-11T13:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:38:23.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/ShowLetter.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 471px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 243px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="214" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/320/ShowLetter.jpg" width="385" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;being Chinese has its advantages. can't read the text above? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pull your eyes on the sides to make them smaller. it works!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113695781147557943?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113695781147557943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113695781147557943&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113695781147557943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113695781147557943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/01/being-chinese-has-its-advantages.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113628070319107920</id><published>2006-01-03T17:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:31:43.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i checked my friends' friendster accounts today... and had some amazing discoveries. hahaha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i should be doing homework. shit. school starts tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113628070319107920?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113628070319107920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113628070319107920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113628070319107920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113628070319107920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-checked-my-friends-friendster.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113610433313560016</id><published>2006-01-01T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:45:02.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/ek4.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/400/ek4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pics from alden's multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:190%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;EW &lt;/span&gt;YEAR!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:190%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;2005 was great, and was made even better because i spent the last few days with people dear to me. family lunches were a handful, but the highlights of my holiday were the EK trip with my Superfriends and Bombshells and the ForeverFriends movie day. (yes that's what my friends and I call ourselves..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;as always, i've made my list of new year's resolutions. unlike people who say they won't make any new ones this year because they're meant to break it anyway, i promise to stick to mine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;my solution? i chose particular days of the year and marked them on my cellphone's calendar with the note "stick to your new year's resolutions!" so if my cellie alarms in the middle of september, i'll be reminded of them. pathetic no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and for the year's forecast...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAURUS 2006 ASTROLOGICAL HIGHLIGHTS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your year for love, sweet love. What's love got to do with it? Everything, in January, when you make the craziest choices in the name of that four-letter word! Your dear ones understand (and take pity on you, truth be told), but you'll surprise them when those seemingly illogical decisions bring unforeseen fantastic results this spring. So be a fool for love. The "foolier" the better. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;February features a pesky work-related "situation" that returns like a boomerang until it's solved. The planets present an interesting friendship in March, but it's a use-it-or-lose-it situation. The onus is on you to keep in touch. Your social life is alight in the early summer. Singles connect with someone devastatingly charming, and couples are won over by their partner once again. If work isn't creative enough for you, greener pastures call in June. Pursue all conventional methods for finding work -- in the end, it's an unconventional one that gets you the job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Money that you socked away brings big interest in August. That's also the ideal time to get out of town with your entire family in tow!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sounds like a great year is waiting for moi. Mwahahaha. :)&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/7733380-113610433313560016?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113610433313560016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113610433313560016&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113610433313560016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113610433313560016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2006/01/pics-from-aldens-multiply-happy-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113566094927118135</id><published>2005-12-27T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T13:22:29.283+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;holidays&lt;/span&gt; everybody! &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;y'all &lt;/span&gt;have &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; good &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;one&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113566094927118135?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113566094927118135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113566094927118135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113566094927118135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113566094927118135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/12/happy-holidays-everybody-yall-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113454802008368914</id><published>2005-12-14T16:11:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T16:44:53.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#eee9e9;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:65%;"&gt;try this. from blogthings. galing.. ;)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:white;"&gt;How You Are In Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fffafa"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz/rose.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You take a while to fall in love with someone.&lt;br /&gt;Trust takes time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You give completely and unconditionally in relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to get very attached when you're with someone.&lt;br /&gt;You want to see your love all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you fall, you fall hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howareyouinlovequiz"&gt;How Are You In Love?&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/7733380-113454802008368914?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113454802008368914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113454802008368914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113454802008368914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113454802008368914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/12/try-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113452910974357344</id><published>2005-12-14T10:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T11:09:29.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/i.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/320/i.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't feel like Christmas at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;with less than a fortnight to go, i find it unusual that everyone i know is going through some sort of stress, all of which happen to have nothing to do with Christmas, or preparing for Christmas, at all. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;and that includes me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;i guess i'm alone in dealing with my problem, while everyone else is swamped with theirs. it makes me feel better to know that my friends can't lend me a hand not because they don't love me or anything, but because they have their own issues to deal with, most of which are, i have to admit, a lot more important than mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;in that case, i just hope they know that my problems don't hamper my ability and willingness to listen. . . &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that i'm just here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113452910974357344?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113452910974357344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113452910974357344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113452910974357344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113452910974357344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-doesnt-feel-like-christmas-at-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113403227015906056</id><published>2005-12-08T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:06:48.823+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;this one day holiday still seems so bitin for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;in fact,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;IT DIDN'T FEEL LIKE A HOLIDAY AT ALL.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm tired. i need a break.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;maybe i won't go anywhere this weekend.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;maybe i'll just stay in bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;I'LL CATCH UP ON SLEEP INSTEAD&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113403227015906056?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113403227015906056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113403227015906056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113403227015906056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113403227015906056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-one-day-holiday-still-seems-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113377897272402622</id><published>2005-12-05T18:27:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T18:40:42.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i know i really have to study for Japanese right now but I just don't like how some things went today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"How paradoxical that happiness and pain can come from the same source" - Xtina Campaña&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know sweetie. i know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna update about my oh so unusual weekend (which includes my Divisoria getaway!) but I'm too tired to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nakakapagod tong week na to. I need the Immaculate Conception holiday. Hail Mama Mary. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113377897272402622?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113377897272402622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113377897272402622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113377897272402622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113377897272402622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-know-i-really-have-to-study-for_05.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113332726775385359</id><published>2005-11-30T12:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T13:18:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/nostalgia.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/400/nostalgia.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/nostalgia3.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/400/nostalgia3.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/nostalgia3.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NOSTALGIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;satin, pearls and a lot of attitude thrown in. old hollywood pictorial by the "Upos" cast at eight street, new manila. photos by Henson Wongaiham. visit &lt;a href="http://henson1.multiply.com"&gt;http://henson1.multiply.com&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for more images. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/400/89.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/7733380-113332726775385359?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113332726775385359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113332726775385359&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113332726775385359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113332726775385359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/nostalgiasatin-pearls-and-lot-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113291143055228755</id><published>2005-11-25T17:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T17:49:50.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/geisha.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/400/geisha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The first time I read &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Memoirs of A Geisha&lt;/span&gt;, I was so caught up in the story I ignored hunger pangs so I could finish a chapter. When I reached the climax of the story, I was barely jumping on my bed out of excitement and &lt;em&gt;kilig&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It was during this time of the year that I read it, and though I cursed boys and love at that time due to some disappointment I had back then (dont ask), it made me realize that &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;falling in love is still such a wonderful thing&lt;/span&gt;. It became an instant favorite, that my copy of the book is now one of my most prized possessions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My all-time favorite novel is now a movie. Read it people, before the movie comes out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Laugh, cry, ponder and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;fall in love&lt;/span&gt; the same way I did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;picture from: sony pictures website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113291143055228755?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113291143055228755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113291143055228755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113291143055228755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113291143055228755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-time-i-read-memoirs-of-geisha-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113281875205612573</id><published>2005-11-24T15:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T16:35:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:200%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;CELEB-RATE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:200%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/P1010896.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sister&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;it's my Father's birthday today and he's turning 43. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Happy Birthday Pops!&lt;/span&gt; So anyway, I sent him a text message first thing in the morning to greet him and he replied with: "Wow! You're up early! You know, Ate Dada (that's my older sister) accepted Jesus as the Lord Her Savior yesterday. It was the best birthday gift I have ever received."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You see, my sister has always been the black sheep in our family, having been sent to the principal countless times when we were in grade school (hehe..) and even resorted to jumping over our gate just so she can party. Just recently, she has turned to Christ again, the first sign of which was hearing mass every Sunday, which she didn't do before. &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I'm glad you've found Him Ate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To celebrate this, we made like celebs and.. had a photo shoot. Hahaha. Other pictures this weekend. As if you're itching to view it haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;toodles ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&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/7733380-113281875205612573?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113281875205612573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113281875205612573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113281875205612573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113281875205612573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/celeb-rate-my-sister-its-my-fathers.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113255851543029322</id><published>2005-11-21T15:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T15:35:15.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>shit. what a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113255851543029322?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113255851543029322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113255851543029322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113255851543029322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113255851543029322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/shit.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113230092114750515</id><published>2005-11-18T15:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T16:22:58.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="courier new" size=5 color="red"&gt;SHOULD I STAY OR SHOULD I GO?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/lookdown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/320/lookdown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;i just came from Com 140 class which is Newswriting. My teacher just happens to be one of the senior writers in &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Philippine Daily Inquirer&lt;/span&gt; and this puts so much pressure on me to excel in this class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what i'm scared of even more is the pressure that working in the journ industry will put on my shoulders. i'm afraid that because of the crazy work schedule i won't have time for myself, or worse, that i won't find a husband or be able to start a family. this is embarassing, but i've always felt like i was born to be married or something. &lt;em&gt;acccck. ang pathetic ano?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;that's soooo Jessica Simpson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. but i really do see myself taking care of my husband (and kids), but i do want to work too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didn't ever dream of being a spinster. and i didn't ever dream of being a bad mom. but i just feel like that's what my chosen career path entails. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;fuck dudes. should i stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:115%;"&gt;Lord help me decide. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size = 1&gt; Picture credits: postsecret.com&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113230092114750515?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113230092114750515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113230092114750515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113230092114750515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113230092114750515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/should-i-stay-or-should-i-go-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113195754434016774</id><published>2005-11-14T16:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T16:46:22.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAD TRIP.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when i was so hyped up, my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;War Gam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;es &lt;/span&gt;class for ACP was dissolved. go na go na ako e! i was moved instead to a film showing about &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Workers' Plight in the Philippines&lt;/span&gt;. my reaction? a long nyeeeeekk with a crinkled nose. to make up for it, I'll just sign up for the film showing about Genocide, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hotel Rwanda&lt;/span&gt;. i don't have a thing for violence, it's just that i'm too square to ever experience it, so i figured i'll have a taste of it vicariously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. and my sked sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;M-W-F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8:30 - 9:30 Asian History -  CTC 202&lt;br /&gt;9:30 - 10:30 Science and Society - Schmidt (nyek ulit!) 109 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Friday: 1:30-4:30 COM 140 - COM B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;T-Th&lt;/span&gt; (eto ang madugo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7:30-9:00 SA 21 - K-204&lt;br /&gt;9:00-10:30 COM141 - COM B&lt;br /&gt;10:30-12:00 Jsp 1 - Bellarmine (ok, com to bel. ruuuun!)&lt;br /&gt;2:00-3:00 PE 135; Modern Jazz -  Dance Area&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-Th sucks. I might load rev so I can get rid of my effing Com to Bel dilemma. I'm planning on overloading, but I don't think I can take it. Maybe not. I'll show a little mercy to my poor skinny body for once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113195754434016774?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113195754434016774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113195754434016774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113195754434016774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113195754434016774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/bad-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113177193382652432</id><published>2005-11-12T12:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T13:18:25.166+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/81.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/400/81.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;WEEK THAT WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;as usual, i wasn't able to join my blockmates in what would have been the last gimmick for the sem that has passed. they have fab pics though, as always, since our official photographer Henny was there. Click &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://eksuperstars.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt; for the snappos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;we finished part of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Upos&lt;/span&gt;, Kat's film entry for the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ateneo Video Open&lt;/span&gt; yesterday. It turned out to be a blast, which makes up for my absence sa EK trip.&lt;em&gt; Natapos kami 9:30 pm na. Pag-uwi ko ng mga around 11, nakabantay na yung lola ko na magsesermon sakin. Dalas ko na daw kasi lumabas. Pagbigyan na diba?&lt;/em&gt; It's like, sem break, ya know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;So right now I'm prepping for my friend &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catsky's&lt;/span&gt; birthday. I'm excited to see my high school classmates whom I haven't seen in such a long time.. and to be wearing something more that my usual flip-flops and jeans. Speaking of, i left my flip-flops in the house where we shot Upos. Mwahaha. Will retrieve it next week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;Oh, and yes, I got the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;War Games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;class for ACP, so I'll be facilitating a paintball class in either &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gotcha Shaw or Antipolo&lt;/span&gt;. I'm nervous because I'm afraid I'll be handling a group of rowdy boys since most chicks in Arrneow choose the Fashion Classes. Like, *in a valley girl voice* hoowwkkaay. I don't even know who my co-faci is, I just know he's a guy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;gotta take a bath now, i smell nasty. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toodles ;) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113177193382652432?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113177193382652432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113177193382652432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113177193382652432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113177193382652432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/week-that-was-as-usual-i-wasnt-able-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113115924165165931</id><published>2005-11-05T10:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-05T11:46:24.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GUESS WHAT?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/acp.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;arya bebe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i signed up as an ACP (Alternative Class Program) Facilitator! not bad for someone who didn't even sign up for a class last year eh? Faci sign-ups are on Monday, which is also report card day (God forbid I get a heart attack). &lt;br /&gt;I don't know which one to sign-up for, but I have my eye on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Adobe Photoshop Workshop &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;(or any of the symposiums)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and on the trip to the studio of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Buzz.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;Wala lang. Fan ako ni Kris eh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:110%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess what? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bombshells&lt;/span&gt; (with Pat, Peej, Caloy, Iking, Alds maybe and I don't know who else) are having a much delayed inuman tonight at where else -- &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Catsky's house&lt;/span&gt;. i don't really go to &lt;em&gt;inumans&lt;/em&gt; to drink, i go because I enjoy their company. &lt;br /&gt;I might try drinking again tonight, like I did the last time we were there, which was about this time of last year pa! I got a tad drunk I think coz my whole vision was blurred and i felt like i had food up till my neck. o&lt;em&gt; diba ang arte? di na lang sabihin na nasusuka ako eh no?&lt;/em&gt; anyway..I loathe that feeling but since everyone's gonna be feeling that way tonight, might try it as well. bandwagon &lt;em&gt;baga&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;guess what? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think next week might be super hectic i might not even get to rest before school starts. on the 10th me and my super fab blockies are going to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Enchanted Kingdom!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;yeheeeeyy! excited e no? parang bata. mwehehe.&lt;/em&gt; i was 9 the last time i was there and i puked a whole deal after i went on the&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Rialto&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;di ko kasi nagustuhan yung amoy ng katabi ko. jowk. mwehehe.&lt;/em&gt; I wasn't tall enough then to get on the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Space Shuttle&lt;/span&gt;, so &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Space Shuttle&lt;/span&gt; here I come! I hope i'm tall enough this time. &lt;em&gt;kundi iiyak ako. mammeeeehhh!! &lt;/em&gt;;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and guess what?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have nothing more to say, maybe I'll update after the inuman. I'm pretty certain some raunchy stuff will happen like last year. Mwahahahahahah! i'll check &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/span&gt; now. &lt;em&gt;sama ka? tara sabay tayo! oo, ikaw chaka ako. uuuyyy smile naman dyan. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;toodles. ;P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113115924165165931?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113115924165165931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113115924165165931&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113115924165165931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113115924165165931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/guess-what-arya-bebe-guess-what-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113089773262972718</id><published>2005-11-02T09:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T10:15:32.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;EMMBEEECCCKKK!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm back! missed me? then tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since the last time i blogged i've done a lot of productive things. i'm halfway through Memoirs of a Geisha (it's my second time reading it), i've cleaned my shoe rack and my dresser, and of course, i've been to Baguio!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BAGUIO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;grabe sobrang lamig, i cried when we ran out of hot water. it was 14 degrees (i suppose that's how cold it is in a freezer) when we arrived! since i didn't each much on the way, i almost collapsed =`(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went around God Shepherd, La Trinidad, and SM Baguio. it was suprising to see a mall in Baguio! it wasn't so bad. may Teriyaki Boy, David's Teahouse, where we ate, and all sorts of stores you'd see in malls in the metro. and since it was so cold, they had open rooftops which spared them of aircon bills. basta sobraaaaang lamig!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i might post pics later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAGAYTAY...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i went to Baguio on the 27th, i missed my block's Tagay-tay (yes, Tagay-tay! kasi pang Tagay daw yun eh.. bet they all became drunk at one point!) trip. inggit akooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guys, i really hope we push through with EK. i have a shoot with Kat on the 11th, Cat's debut on the 12th, but if you want it on the 10th, game pa rin ako!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;want pics? click &lt;a href="http://tagaytaysuperstars.multiply.com"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;----------------------&lt;/div&gt;Baguio was fun, but i missed Manila. i missed my house, my bed, my blockmates, my friends, my Bombshells, heck, i missed &lt;em&gt;you &lt;/em&gt;too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113089773262972718?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113089773262972718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113089773262972718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113089773262972718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113089773262972718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/11/emmbeeeccckkk-im-back-missed-me-then.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-113005437037033580</id><published>2005-10-23T15:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T16:06:07.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made new links for my pictures under 'snapshots'. one for my favorite things, the other, uhm.. for vanity. mwahahaha. wala lang. i just thought i'd place them here since multiply is so frickin slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-113005437037033580?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/113005437037033580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=113005437037033580&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113005437037033580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/113005437037033580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/10/i-made-new-links-for-my-pictures-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112995557090192277</id><published>2005-10-22T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-22T12:32:50.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;WEEEEE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. sobrang lungkot nung last post ko ah. oh well... malungkot ako e. wala akong karamay huhuhu. lalapit ka nga sa iba, hindi naman makikinig sa iyo. imbis na maki-empathize sasabihin lang kalimutan ko na. nde ganun yun mga dude eh. hindi eh.. ANJ!!!! stop the drama! mag post ka na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sabog naman ng post na to. oh well. im sabog too, so it goes without saying that the post of the sabog person is sabog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lam niyo ba, may C2 lite na. as in sugar free, low calorie C2. iniinom ko ryt now yung lemon. WOW. no difference. pinatabang na C2 lemon lang ata to eh. malamang tatabang bawasan mo ba naman ang sugar dba? hindi talaga nagbago. actually, to be honest and candid, ehh.. nakakajebs pa rin ang C2 lite kagaya ng regular C2. wala lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/me4.jpg" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm going to galle to meet up with Cahti and.. i dont know who else. surprise na lang pagdating dun. sabay nakasetup na pala ako for kidnapping eh no? surprise nga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohwell well.. sa lahat ng nagtetext sakin wala pa ako narereplyan kahit isa. wala lang. minsan kapag ako naman nagtetext walang nagrereply eh. back at you people. tyaga tyaga ko mag text eh.. di niyo ko nirereplyan huhuhuh. drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pagka browse ko nitong post na to parang tunog-lasing ah. i'm not drunk. i'm just drinking C2 lite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LABO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-112995557090192277?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112995557090192277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112995557090192277&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112995557090192277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112995557090192277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/10/weeeee-wala-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112969316553630562</id><published>2005-10-19T11:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T11:39:25.590+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JUST LOOK INSIDE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after quite some time i finally checked my Friendster today. it was flattering to be getting 'smiles' (its a new feature where you can send smiles to people through their messages) from people i dont know, and even messages that say they wish i'm doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just that most of the time the kind of messages that are sent through Friendster are from people who say they like the way you look, and that's pretty much why they care. i find it sad that people give so much value to superficial things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;people always stop and take note of the things i've been given and am lucky to have but they never stop and take notice of the things i do to make the life easier for other people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like how i'd give up precious sleep to do a big bulk of the work that's been assigned to a group, but which i chose to shoulder. like how i'd suppress my anger so that the people who hurt me won't experience the pain they're causing me. like how i'd pray for other people's lives to get better even when i have problems of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know that i shouldn't be doing good things to others if i'll only be asking for something in return.. but when you're getting entirely nothing, and much worse, when you get the opposite of what you're giving, you can't help but get tired of giving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why is it that the people you care for the most are the ones who forget about you? and why is it that the people who say they love you are the ones who aren't around when you need people to lean on?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-112969316553630562?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112969316553630562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112969316553630562&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112969316553630562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112969316553630562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/10/just-look-inside.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112933372854341325</id><published>2005-10-15T07:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T07:54:19.603+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEM BREAAAAK!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&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="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;was one busy sem. i'm glad it ended coz ive been sooo stressed for the past weeks. i hope my grades turn out nicely. i swear i'm gonna throw a fit if i get a frickin F in any of my subjects. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;on the other hand, i'll really miss my teachers and blockmates. my blockies and i will be choosing our tracks soon, and we'll be divided then. i'll miss you my superstars! ;-)&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so... what's up for me this sem?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; i'm looking forward to being an ACP Faci (and ACP Show Log hehe) and Blue Xmas Log. i love volunteering, and it's not just for an additional stripe in my resume (which i haven't made to begin with). &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'll also be in the Ateneo Video Open entry of my blockie Kat Tan. it's her first film, as in &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt; film. she'll write the script, direct it, and maybe even shoot it herself (but with a little help of course). i don't wanna disappoint her. i think we're gonna shoot in Manila, or in some secluded place. that's hot. my role? &lt;em&gt;secret.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;what else what else?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; ooohh! it's my bombshell gurlfriend Cahti's debut! i'm looking forward to seeing my high school friends once agaaaiin! ooooogggg i'm so frickin giddily exciteeeddd! aaaaahhh! wooooohh! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;la lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &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;but before my sem activities start i'll go shopping first. i feel so deprived kasi hindi nako lumalabas, not even to eat. so i'll pig out and go shopping tomorrow. by the way &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;gimme a hug!&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;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;toodles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ;-p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-112933372854341325?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112933372854341325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112933372854341325&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112933372854341325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112933372854341325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/10/sem-breaaaak-that-was-one-busy-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112901983833235377</id><published>2005-10-11T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-11T16:39:09.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/vacation4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/320/vacation4.jpg" width="346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've gotten addicted to reading other people's secrets since i heard about &lt;a href="http://postsecret.blogspot.com"&gt;PostSecret&lt;/a&gt;. I've lots of secrets to share, but not the beet-red embarassing or the sex video worthy kind of secrets. More like resentment-kind-of-secrets. Haha. &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;I might just send in one soon... It would feel nice to let it all out and not be condemned for it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know very well that they post new ones every Sunday but I keep checking the site every day with the hope that they posted new ones. &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;It's sick, I know...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/7733380-112901983833235377?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112901983833235377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112901983833235377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112901983833235377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112901983833235377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/10/dirty-little-secrets-ive-gotten.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112788173070788844</id><published>2005-09-28T12:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T15:12:03.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my head feels like it's two volumes of Encyclopedias on it, and my hands shake whenever i wash them. argh. &lt;em&gt;stress. &lt;/em&gt;i need a hug. it's during times like this that i wish Dearie or Cahti were around. kisses to you both for giving me the best hugs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;as you can see, i've recently added a hug counter on my journal. if you love me, give me a hug! :)&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/7733380-112788173070788844?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112788173070788844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112788173070788844&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112788173070788844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112788173070788844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112771600095320632</id><published>2005-09-26T13:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T14:50:44.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;are you BORED too...?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;RAWWWWRR!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm in the middle of writing two papers for Fil class (one for the docu Bunso and one for the play Bayan-bayanan) both of which will only give me a total of 10 bonus points in recitation (that is &lt;em&gt;if&lt;/em&gt; it satisfies my teacher).&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I was thinking that exhausting all my ideas would be such a waste if I'll only get 10 points, but not getting the entire 10 points would make me feel bad as well. 10 points &lt;em&gt;na nga lang eh...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Fil quiz results are soooo bad (12/20, 17/30.. blahblah) that I'm desperate for those ten pathetic points. &lt;em&gt;Des. pe. ra. da.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I got tired of thinking so I decided to surf around. There are some sites I like to check when I'm &lt;em&gt;sabaw&lt;/em&gt; -- one because they're so stupid you don't have to think, and thus that spares you some brain cells, and two, because they're so interesting they might just help you squeeze that creative juice out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La lang. Baka maaliw din kayo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobricci.com/sbm.htm"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bobricci.com/sbm.htm"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/sbm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a video of the infamous &lt;em&gt;She Blocked Me&lt;/em&gt; internet love song, about a guy who met a girl on chat and eventually got blocked from her list. This was part of my COM 101 class. &lt;em&gt;Ang&lt;/em&gt; cute &lt;em&gt;niya. Naaliw talaga ako sobra, &lt;/em&gt;like, I watch it whenever I'm bored. Patheeetiiicc!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lacedogg.tripod.com"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 165px; HEIGHT: 122px" height="100" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/lace.jpg" width="161" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the website of an FTM (Female to Male) transgender. I first read about him on COSMOGirl, like, years ago. The site includes a journal of his transition from female to male, including pictures of surgery and sound clips of his voice change. Very interesting. You gotta admire him for his honesty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Another site that I find interesting is Bianca Gonzales' blog&lt;em&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;She recently wrote about her stand on the whole GMA thing (sorry, vague) and we share the same sentiments about wanting the gov't to proceed with the impeachment. I love GMA though. Haha. Click &lt;a href="http://superbianca.blogspot.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to view it. ;P&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Now let me get back to that paper...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-112771600095320632?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112771600095320632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112771600095320632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112771600095320632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112771600095320632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/09/are-you-bored-too.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112698267294528707</id><published>2005-09-18T01:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T03:14:05.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/Picture1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/400/Picture1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ON &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LATE NIGHTS&lt;/span&gt; AND &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;EVER AFTERS&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WOW. for the first time in how many weeks i stayed up late to tinker with stuff online. dami kasi ginagawa e. with ACP.. COSA.. Theo Orals.. Fil.. this is a much needed break. im currently updating my blog (doi!) and eating 4-month old Sunflower Crackers in Mango Flavor hidden in my CD box (&lt;em&gt;ayaw ni mommy kumakain sa kwarto e&lt;/em&gt;). &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so anyway, i logged in on mIRC (yeah i know, so ancient history right?) and there's this girl who was looking for the lyrics of "Ever After" by Bonnie Bailey. i try to deviate from popular songs, but this particular one, though its super duper panis-to-the-point-na-inaamag-na still makes me shake my wapoosh! exagg. it makes me bob my head lang and think of my significant other (i.e., my parrot, Rainbow.) hahaha!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;i started typing the lyrics onto the screen and she went gaga, even asking for the whole lyrics. (hirap naman itype nun no!) &lt;em&gt;Bonnie Bailey, may stalker ka na! Bongga!&lt;/em&gt; my friend Tin told me that she's the girl from Aqua of Barbie Girl fame. hahaha. hi purplefem, since you were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt; nice about it, here's to you gurrrl. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. . .will &lt;em&gt;we &lt;/em&gt;have ever after? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7733380-112698267294528707?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112698267294528707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112698267294528707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112698267294528707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112698267294528707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/09/on-late-nights-and-ever-afters.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733380.post-112633519593017610</id><published>2005-09-10T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-10T14:53:15.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WAAAAAAAAHHH!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i'm so friggin bored! i know i've got lots of things to do but i have tomorrow and the rest of the week for that. heck, its a saturday and ive been spending my past saturdays at home doing papers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i can't wait to see my bombshells later! i swear im gonna hug them all so super duper tight till their backs break! i'm gonna be in hell mode from tomorrow till next week so i might as well bask in happiness tonight! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i need a hug damnit!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-112633519593017610?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112633519593017610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112633519593017610&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112633519593017610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112633519593017610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/09/waaaaaaaahhh-im-so-friggin-bored-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112613658122767873</id><published>2005-09-08T07:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T07:44:37.090+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;SO LITTLE TIME SO MUCH TO DO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh. my. God. i just realized that i have so many things to do. and i did nothing but sit around yesterday. that's not entirely a bad thing, though. it means i have enough energy to accomplish everything. oh !#$%^ i'm still sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rundown:&lt;br /&gt;1. read King of Rain for COM 101 at 9:00 a.m. today. guess what, i haven't started reading because i haven't gotten a copy of it to begin with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. stay in school till around 7 today for ACP filming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Theo Quiz on... #$%^ i don't even know what the scope is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Filipino Quiz on American Period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Psych Quiz on Chapter 9 - Personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. NSTP Long Test. If I fail this I'd most likely have to take NSTP for another sem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo na to!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-112613658122767873?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112613658122767873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112613658122767873&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112613658122767873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112613658122767873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/09/so-little-time-so-much-to-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112590260020449479</id><published>2005-09-05T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-05T14:46:06.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:!@##%^%"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;!@##%^%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;^&amp;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why do the people i love give up on me when i need them the most? nobody ever appreciates the effort i put into giving them comfort and happiness. when i'm asked for my love to be reciprocated i'm called selfish. when was the last time other people thought of making ME happy? i always thought that i'd find happiness in making others happy, but i'm running on empty. &lt;em&gt;hindi naman pwedeng lahat ayos lang, nasasaktan din naman ako...&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;great for the people i love. but too bad for me.. for their happiness is my misery. &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;buti pa si God, kahit hindi sumasagot, nakikinig. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&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/7733380-112590260020449479?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112590260020449479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112590260020449479&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112590260020449479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112590260020449479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/09/why-do-people-i-love-give-up-on-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7733380.post-112554033012665368</id><published>2005-09-01T10:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-01T10:09:44.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm looking for love. Real love. Ridiculous, inconvenient, consuming, can't-live-without-each-other love...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Carrie Bradshaw, Sex and the City&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/7733380-112554033012665368?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112554033012665368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112554033012665368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112554033012665368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112554033012665368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112515789885636968</id><published>2005-08-27T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T00:00:28.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAVE I REALLY BEEN THAT GOOD?&lt;/strong&gt;&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;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Why is it that whenever I'm under pressure God finds ways to ease me out of it? I have a Theology report and Psych project &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;paper due on Monday and in the middle of panicking, &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; texts to say we don't have class on Monday (&lt;em&gt;he &lt;/em&gt;doesn't refer to God. God doesn't text me). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God is good&lt;/strong&gt;. Instead of having to spend the whole night doing the project and the report handouts, I have three more days to do it, and an extra twenty minutes to blog. I have to sleep at midnight because I have a Theo Prayer Session tomorrow at the Gesu. Yes. On. A. Sunday. Did I mention we've been having pastoral work for the past four Sundays?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And &lt;em&gt;you: &lt;/em&gt;thanks for telling me there's no class and for the words of encouragement. Sometimes, I just think you're psychic. You just pop out of somewhere when I'm in trouble. Blessing &lt;em&gt;ka talaga! &lt;/em&gt;=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;I've also gotten a Multiply account. As Fidz said, it's fast becoming the new Friendster. &lt;em&gt;Lam niyo yun, di naman kayo kilala ia-add kayo. Tapos yung replies magiging testimonials na bigla! hahaha..&lt;/em&gt;But I don't care. It's more convenient than the pbase I used to have. 150 pics a month! (as if i have pics to upload hehe..) I don't have many pictures in my Multiply and I don't intend to transfer the old ones there. Katamad. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&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;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bored &lt;em&gt;ka at gusto mong makita&lt;/em&gt;? Click &lt;a href="http://anjsantos.multiply.com"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; bebeh. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/7733380-112515789885636968?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112515789885636968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112515789885636968&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112515789885636968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112515789885636968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/08/have-i-really-been-that-goodwhy-is-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112331197377586967</id><published>2005-08-06T14:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T15:16:02.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAY HIMALA!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/1600/ateguy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6317/490/320/ateguy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ate Guy meditating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sabi ni Ate Guy wala daw himala.. pero&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;meron! meron! meron!&lt;/em&gt; I just got a 3.5 out of 4 in one of our Theo quizzes. Such a feat. Considering that my highest score before it was a 2.5 and that my answer was plain crap. Thank you Lord. A divine intervention was just what I asked for. &lt;em&gt;May himala!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I watched the acclaimed Nora Aunor film in Escaler for our Fil class. There was nothing special about it, but I, to say the least, liked it. I'm supposed to write a paper on it and I sure will be writing a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I just took a break from writing three papers. I still have a lot to do, including that Pastoral Work tomorrow. I could just imagine the traffic in UP Church given that UPCAT is being administered tomorrow, at that Raul Roco's body is still in dela Strada. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;R.I.P. to the best President this country &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; had. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/7733380-112331197377586967?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112331197377586967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112331197377586967&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112331197377586967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112331197377586967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/08/may-himala-ate-guy-meditating-sabi-ni.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112282473260761703</id><published>2005-07-31T23:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T23:45:32.673+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MONTH THAT WAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems like updating this blog has been reduced to a monthly affair. as least i still update, not like some people. hehehe. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hmm.. so what happened within the month?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#1:&lt;/strong&gt; been busying myself with ACP and COSA stuff. my sked lasts half a day only, so i ought to do something to keep me sane. &lt;em&gt;kaso lang mukang napapagod ata ako. &lt;/em&gt;upon arriving home i go to sleep agad&lt;em&gt;. pero syempre naliligo ako no! kala niyo sakin&lt;/em&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#2:&lt;/strong&gt;  this sem might not be DL sem for me. Fidz's theme this sem is &lt;em&gt;magis. &lt;/em&gt;well, i don't feel like being in magis mode all the time. especially in theo. God, im sorry. i know theo is supposed to give me a better understanding of You, but my teacher is from hell. i need some divine intervention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#3:&lt;/strong&gt; last tuesday, Trish drove us all to Eastwood. in the middle of the U-turn slot in Libis (fronting Starbucks and Ajisen Ramen), Epy, her car, stopped. &lt;em&gt;as in sa gitna. walang biro.&lt;/em&gt; it caused so much traffic &lt;em&gt;malamang. &lt;/em&gt;we pushed the car to the sidewalk, where it was towed by the @#$?&amp;^!!! MMDA opportunists. este.. people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#4:&lt;/strong&gt; friday. theo long test. 4 hours in Seattle's best. Coffee. a dozen handouts. one hour of agony. still an anticipated F for everybody. &lt;em&gt;inuman na lang sa eastwood. &lt;/em&gt;Jelise's surprise bday bash made us all feel better.&lt;em&gt;  katie holmes na to! &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;#5:&lt;/strong&gt; saturday. Reuben's birthday. NSTP. party for the kids. fun! second to the last insertion, but we just got our NSTP shirt (refund!). 4 hour jeepney ride.&lt;em&gt; ang usok! &lt;/em&gt;dead&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;tired. met &lt;em&gt;him&lt;/em&gt;. both so smelly. but so happy. =) craved for fried rice and soy chicken so badly. got home. surprisingly, saw it on the dinner table. &lt;em&gt;psychic yung lola ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;as i'm writing this, eve ng bday ni ever-huggable-adorable-lovable Edith Encabo (a.k.a. Edoi or Edipus)! &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY EDOI! =D&lt;/strong&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/7733380-112282473260761703?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112282473260761703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112282473260761703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112282473260761703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112282473260761703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/07/month-that-was-it-seems-like-updating.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112268588675147816</id><published>2005-07-30T09:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T09:11:26.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeeey! long weekend! i'll be sure to update this web log. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-112268588675147816?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112268588675147816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112268588675147816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112268588675147816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112268588675147816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/07/yeeey-long-weekend-ill-be-sure-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-112088177694806716</id><published>2005-07-09T11:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-07-09T12:09:21.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;UPDATE.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;heck. it's been a month since last updated this journal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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;i've been forced to sit still due to my monthly cramps. otherwise i'll be on a jeep to samata for NSTP. no matter how much i miss those kids, i didn't go anymore lest i lash out my&lt;em&gt; kasungitan&lt;/em&gt; on them, since my Pre-MS lasts through my entire period. it's not at all that bad. at least i know a twig like me still has maternal abilities. thank God. &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;last week, i lost my wallet. in desperation, i searched for it all over Ateneo with tears running down my cheeks. nada. so i went to the chapel, talked to God and texted (is &lt;em&gt;text &lt;/em&gt;a verb?) my friend about it. i was so crushed but i couldn't help smiling when he said "Shit!", because this guy doesn't cuss. at least not in my presence. so i ended up laughing. how anti-climactic. hey You, i'm proud of you. heehee. =)&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 really do want to rest right now but i've got quizzes to study for. one for Theo, which i'm really bad at. we've had three quizzes with a total of 12 points. i've only gotten 3.5 all in all. an F, a 2.5 (yeey!) and a 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&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;another for Fil, which my group had difficulty understanding. for our presentation, we thought a certain character was supposed to be a CHICKEN. it was only after the presentation that we realized that that character was the hero's FATHER. so there i was, dressed as a chicken, when i was supposed to be in a &lt;em&gt;bahag&lt;/em&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="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://hensonw.multiply.com/photos/photo/31/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/9.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FIGHT!&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="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i hope this ends today, i've got a game to watch tomorrow. &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;GO ATENEO!&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/7733380-112088177694806716?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/112088177694806716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=112088177694806716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112088177694806716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/112088177694806716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/07/update.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111848858077335815</id><published>2005-06-11T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T19:34:46.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY TIRED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;marquee direction="right"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Larawan1.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Sabxtina.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Acp.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/HeyAnna.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Acp2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is officially my most walang kwenta entry ever! sinasabaw ako. because i'm super tired.. because i'm super happy.. and ultimately giddy over the start of my sophomore year in Ateneo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bombshells&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week, i was finally reunited with two of my beloved Bombshells, Catsky and Meecuh. we spent hours just catching up. it felt really good to have people to tell my problems to. if i left my feelings bottled up, i would have died. &lt;em&gt;hirap talaga ng maraming dinidibdib.. mabuti na lang andyan kayo.&lt;/em&gt; of course, talking to them didn't solve my problem, but it sure felt good that i had people who understand me. I love you guys. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, what i'm so excited to tell you about, my ever so loyal fans (ahem!), is ORSEM. i wasn't supposed to be part of the said event because i blew my chances of being a TNT because i didn't go to the 2nd interview. i became a LOG instead, which i think, is the hardest task to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ORSEM 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;grabe! nangangapa kami.we didn't know what to do. good thing we had our heads Paton and Dianne there to tell us when the MOB was. we had to welcome the students in the cov courts, and usher them out as well, while shouting MOOOB!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although im not part of the Tours Committee, i had to look for the blocks of the late freshmen with my partner Jonats. we had trouble catching up because the stop is only 2 minutes, and we had to run after 7 blocks. kasi naman yung mga freshmen nagpa-late pa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though our sked said we had at least 2 hours of idle time, we ended up having none. we distributed giveaways, food and drinks to each seat before lunch. after lunch, the dirty work began. we segregated the waste into 5 different containers, having to dig into trash if they weren't thrown in the proper place. we finished at 6:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;my back felt like it was going to break. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 2:&lt;br /&gt;mas lax tong araw na to thank God! i was stationed near the gates, where we had to manage the influx of performers while keeping track of the freshmen going out of the covcourts to use the washroom. the line for the washroom stretched from the covcourts gate to the mobile! i was trying to keep my cool because some freshmen had the nerve to sneak out of the covcourts, so we had to run after them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food segregation na naman after lunch, but this time it was easier, or maybe i became immune to the smell. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DAY 3:&lt;br /&gt;this day was the best. not because i had less work to do. actually, its the opposite of that. i had more work to do. imagine stacking sets of 20 monoblocks and dragging them to the side of the cov courts. i had to distribute giveaways, and syempre, there's the payong brigade. it rained so hard before lunch do we had to escort freshmen with umbrellas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when ORSEM night began, i finally had time to relax. the show was better than last year's (and so was the OrSem film!) with Kwjan, Francis M and SpongeCola performing. i sneaked out of the Covcourts before it ended, para hindi na ko kasama sa basaan ng volunteers. i heard they had a great time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's OrSem theme must be "happy tired". as for me, it was a back-breaking experience, but a really fulfilling one. Thanks Lord, for letting me be a part of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACP Pintig 2005&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, before school starts, i've got things to do for ACP, another Ateneo event i'm looking forward to. i hope to be super duper over to the max (kanino yun? haha!) active in extra curricular activities this year, and of course, make it to the DL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Watch out, world. This is my year. I'm gonna shake what my momma gave me. Wahahahahaha! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111848858077335815?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111848858077335815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111848858077335815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111848858077335815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111848858077335815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/06/happy-tired-this-is-officially-my-most.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111790386191968610</id><published>2005-06-04T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T01:01:00.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; BACK TO SQUARE ONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an unusual saturday night. for the past few weeks i haven't stay put in one place. now im here, at home, typing away in front of the computer. i haven't had much time to slow down and think for the past few weeks. this is a welcome change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now im pondering, and i have just realized that i have missed out on so many things because just when things get tough, i find myself quitting. quitting on a sport, on my studies.. and hai.. on love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm marking sophomore year as the dawn of a new me. no more quitting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i quit on TNT before i even got in, i managed to get myself into LOG instead. collecting waste, arranging monoblock chairs, assisting lost freshmen. that's my job. oh well, its tough, but somebody's got to do it. that's how im punishing myself for quitting TNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've made a change in the way i chose my classes too. i've decided not to let the assigned prof get in the way of choosing a class. so what if i get the prof from hell? i dont think i'll enjoy an A if i got it because i took the easy way out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then there's love...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;although i pride myself in being decisive, this is one thing i, as with most people, am not sure of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who loves feeling uncertain? the easiest way out of uncertainty is quitting. but im not doing that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love is like dancing a tango. as they say, it takes two. it'll take both parties to make it work. i'm still a willing party, bruised heart and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure of what i'm doing, but i'll put the feelings of fear and distrust aside. if there's one thing i'm sure of, it's that God is leading me to this path. &lt;em&gt;Basta ikaw Lord, plano mo to eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;let's give this dance another chance. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and God, if he ever lets me down again, i'll seek comfort in You, and go back to square one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111790386191968610?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111790386191968610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111790386191968610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111790386191968610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111790386191968610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/06/back-to-square-one.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111637685319506527</id><published>2005-05-18T08:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T08:45:39.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAHAHA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="FONT-SIZE: 10pt; COLOR: black; FONT-FAMILY: serif" cellspacing="8" cellpadding="5" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" bgcolor="#eaccff"&gt;&lt;h3 style="BORDER-RIGHT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; MARGIN: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px"&gt;What You Really Think Of Your Friends&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eed6eb"&gt;Anjeli Cadiz is your soulmate.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f2e0d6"&gt;You truly love Mica Gabriel.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#f7ebc2"&gt;You consider Cat Maniego your true friend.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fbf5ad"&gt;You know that PJ Baterina is always thinking of you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff99"&gt;You'll remember Daryl Tarnate for the rest of your life.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#fff199"&gt;You secretly think Pat Velasquez is creative, charming, and a bit too dramatic at times.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffe29a"&gt;You secretly think that Ishi Ishimura is colorful, impulsive, and a total risk taker.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffd49a"&gt;You secretly think that Alicia Amistad is loyal and trustworthy to you. And that Alicia Amistad changes lovers faster than underwear.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffc59a"&gt;You secretly think Alden Baleva is shy and nonconfrontational. And that Alden Baleva has a hidden internet romance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="&lt;a"&gt;What Do You Think of Your Friends?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is crap! some results above aren't true. i don't think PJ is always thinking of me, although i think he's always thinking of what to tease me about the next time we see each other. i think Pat is adorable when he's &lt;em&gt;nagdadrama&lt;/em&gt;.. and no, i don't think Alds is shy. no... not at all. Ü&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111637685319506527?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111637685319506527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111637685319506527&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111637685319506527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111637685319506527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/05/hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111620757249809054</id><published>2005-05-16T09:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T09:42:40.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VENTING.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;is it me, or are some people just so damn insensitive?&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;badtrip, pare. badtrip talaga. ano kala nila? nasasarapan ako magalit? gawin ko kaya sa kanila to? ha? ano ha? badtrip. grrrr! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i hate feeling resentment, but when people don't care about your feelings, you can't help but nurse it in you. God, please help me through this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111620757249809054?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111620757249809054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111620757249809054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111620757249809054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111620757249809054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/05/venting.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111568845449264272</id><published>2005-05-10T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T09:27:34.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WALA LANG.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;have you noticed that people haven't been updating their blogs lately? it's funny, coz even though it's summer i can't seem to find time to update. just thought i'd update my fans (feeling!!!haha..) about happenings in my humdrum life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ditched my 2nd TNT inteview at the last minute. i know, i kinda wasted effort on the 1st interview, but i had fun doing that. just thought i'd spend the rest of my vaca sleeping than harassing freshmen with MOOOBB! haha. &lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;congrats to those who passed!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;watched Kingdom of Heaven. call me stupid, but I didn't really understand the plot. the fight scenes were good though. went around the mall till Pat's feet hurt (sorry dear!). bought a top in my color of the moment: &lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;lavender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! but &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is still tops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;had Mother's Day lunch at home. It's a bit suprising that I didn't develop diarrhea with all the crab I ate. oh by the way, the lavender top wasn't for me, but for my lovely mama. i'm hoping she liked it. Happy Mother's Day Ma! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;got my LE#3 back. i got a friggin B! I surprised myself yet again. It's not as good as the previous LE's, but heck, it was good enough for a tsamba test! Prayer does help a lot. Thank you God! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111568845449264272?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111568845449264272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111568845449264272&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111568845449264272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111568845449264272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/05/wala-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111519321720510075</id><published>2005-05-04T15:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T15:58:36.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LEAP OF FAITH.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i've always taken pride in being so decisive. i know what i want, when i want it... and when i choose it, i have no regrets. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;no matter how wrong it seems, i'll choose it because it feels so right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Trust is knowing you can, &lt;em&gt;faith &lt;/em&gt;is knowing you &lt;em&gt;will.&lt;/em&gt; so here's my one big leap of faith. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;i'm placing my heart in the palm of your hand...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I don't care what consequence it brings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have been a fool for lesser things&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I want you so bad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I think you ought to know that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I intend to hold you for the longest time. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- The Longest Time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Billy Joel&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/7733380-111519321720510075?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111519321720510075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111519321720510075&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111519321720510075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111519321720510075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/05/leap-of-faith.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111465050703385375</id><published>2005-04-28T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-28T09:12:02.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THANK YOU!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Mwah.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a big, wet, sloppy kiss to all those who remembered my birthday. you guys know who you are. your greetings made my day despite the long test I had to study for! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;special mention:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Bim Albaran - greeted me two days in advance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;PJ Baterina - first person to greet me at exactly 12:00:53 am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;James Wyson - you are the last person i expected to greet me. (i don't know what you did to James.. but thanks Fattie!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Alden Baleva - thanks for the post.. and for the good news. glad you're happy. yiheee! *palakpak tenga*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Mica Gabriel - thanks for calling honey. i missed your voice!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Cat Maniego - the person who gave the cheesiest birthday message. *sniff*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I LOVE YOU TO BITS!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111465050703385375?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111465050703385375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111465050703385375&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111465050703385375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111465050703385375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/04/thank-youa-big-wet-sloppy-kiss-to-all.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111421888188986303</id><published>2005-04-23T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T09:26:25.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TURNING LEGAL.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole Ritchie: How old are you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boy: Uhm.. eighteen.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nicole Ritchie: OOOHHH.. THAT'S LEGAL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today is the 24th. two days from now, i'll be eighteen...and legal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last year, when i turned seventeen, i told my friend Alds that i'll choose to remain sixteen because Chinese superstition says odd-numbered ages are unlucky. so right now, i'm sixteen, turning eighteen. since eighteen is an even number i have no choice but to be eighteen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these are the last two days that i'm going to be a minor. crap. for seventeen years, i've used it as an excuse for my being irresponsible, apathetic, tamad...even for being vertically challenged. i've no excuse but to grow up. &lt;em&gt;(Dearest God, please make me grow tall, too.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what will actually change now that im turning eighteen?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can now go to jail. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can now buy FHM. (not that i want to.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can now drink alcohol and liquor at restaurants and bars. (i'm betting i'll still be asked for my ID since i look twelve.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can be forced to have intercourse with a 40-year-old and he won't be charged with statutory rape, much worse, people will think it's consensual. (yuck)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can use my right to suffrage. (best reason for turning eighteen! wussshu..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can watch bold flicks. (not that i also want to.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can appear in bold flicks and my manager won't be sued for exploitation.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can pose for FHM. (not that they'd want me on their pages.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can get married. (not that there's a proposal.)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can drive and get a license. (but then i'm too small to reach the pedal..)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;hay.. so many changes. it'll take a little getting used to.. but then, there's nothing the eighteen year-old me can't do. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="&lt;a href=" /&gt;http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Mwah.jpg&lt;/a&gt;" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;MWAH!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111421888188986303?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111421888188986303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111421888188986303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111421888188986303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111421888188986303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/04/turning-legal.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111378563697321686</id><published>2005-04-18T08:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T08:57:12.220+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;WHEW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i can't believe i got through reg week. thank God. my mom didn't even know i missed reg. next time, i'll be more responsible. i'll probably get myself a calendar. grades were ok. missed the DL by 0.22. naiinggit ako.. 2nd sem was DL sem for a lot of people i know. sigh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*i did my best, but i guess my best wasn't good enough..*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;anyway, kung sakasakali man na binabasa ng owner ng PLDT mydsl itong blog ko... paki-ayos mo naman yung connection ko. hindi ako maka-connect. ngayon lang nangyari ito. natry ko na lahat. minouth-to-mouth resuscitation ko pa ung modem namin. wala parin nangyari. bilib na bilib pa naman ako sa bilis ng dsl. tsk. tsk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm here in Ateneo right now, waiting for my class. i'm 1 and a half hours early. great. i've got time to review my notes. the subject is boring, but Sir Mina makes it fun. during discussions, he always looks like he's hosting a variety show. i give him a 10 for showmanship. Karl, astig ka. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i guess i have to go now. i need to go to the caf and take some mefenamic acid. dysmennorhea is always a pain in the ass... or should i say, in the belly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Anthony Fedorov gave me LSS with this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hey! If we can solve any problem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Then why do we lose so many tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, and so you go again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When the leading man appears &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Always the same thing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Can't you see, we've got everything goin' on and on and on &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you go away you take a piece of me with you &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Everytime You Go Away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Paul Young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111378563697321686?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111378563697321686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111378563697321686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111378563697321686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111378563697321686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/04/whew.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111319663805179854</id><published>2005-04-11T13:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T13:17:18.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;OH MY GOOODDD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i went online and Fidz surprised me with this question: "what QPI mo?!" that struck me like a can of Campbell's on the head. OH.MY.GOD. today is the 11th and im supposed to get my grades. i totally forgot, and im already on my way to Makati. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it just means i've been enjoying my summer too much. i even saved the date on my phone: apr 11 - grades. i thought it was the tenth today. ahahaha. &lt;em&gt;tangengot ko talaga.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh well, there's always tomorrow. hahaha. tomorrows always save my ass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be in Ateneo at 7:00 in the morning tomorrow to clean up my act. get the advisement slip, reg form and *tanananan* my grades. register myself for summer class, and finally (finally!), empty my locker. hahahahahhahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i just have to tell my mom what happened, just in case i don't get to enrol myself in summer class. *breathes hard*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WISH ME LUCK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111319663805179854?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111319663805179854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111319663805179854&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111319663805179854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111319663805179854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/04/oh-my-goooddd-i-went-online-and-fidz.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111301180972245062</id><published>2005-04-09T09:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T09:56:49.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's an onslaught of debuts (is that the plural of debut?) this month, including mine, and i can't help but wonder... is it really that important? my friends' celebrations are far from simple. case in point: my grade school friend's debut has 300 guests, a cotillion (with matching gowns!), 4 hosts, and a candle and cake ceremony. another friend sponsored a mass before her party... and had three dance numbers. astig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sort of understand why they spend so much time and money on their debut, because they're both the last of three children. as with my debut, i made it casual and simple. i mean, &lt;em&gt;everybody turns eighteen. so if I turn eighteen, it's not that big a deal. :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, this week, i'll be claiming my grades. i don't want to expect much, i'll just be disappointed. but based on experience, things turn out much better if you expect for the worse. i expected D's last sem, and got all B's. &lt;em&gt;hahaha.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll enrol for one class only this summer, so I can do other things. given a choice, i won't take summer classes at all, for the simple reason that Ateneo has no aircon. &lt;em&gt;umiinit yung ulo ko pag mainit, nagiging halimaw ako. &lt;/em&gt;i have a thing with heat. i remember throwing a tantrum in our school corridor once just because it was hot. hahahahhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. i've been blabbing too much. i'll be back sometime to blab some more. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111301180972245062?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111301180972245062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111301180972245062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111301180972245062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111301180972245062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111241935033877030</id><published>2005-04-02T13:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-04-02T13:54:09.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GUESS WHO'S BACK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, who else! malamang, blog ko to eh! so... &lt;em&gt;did you miss me did you miss me did you miss&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;? tag if you missed me! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was out of the house the whole week, i kinda missed my bed. for once my bed is neat because it hasn't been slept in. i miss drooling on it. joke. =p~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it debut season right now? incidentally, i have three parties to go to this week. i even missed the JZone camp for the birthday of my good friend Wichelle. that's one party i won't pass up on.. i miss that girl and my high school classmates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, went back to Ateneo for my guidance interview. whaddya know, the guidance counselor is a good friend of my lola's. she kept ranting on how fat and dark i was before. i passed by my locker in Berchman's (which i haven't emptied yet!) and found the lock intact. &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ineexpect ko sisirain na nila eh, kasi yun yung nakasulat sa contract. ano, tinamad kayo no? wala naman kayo makikita dun kundi pillow na bigay ng friend ko. oink. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm excited about summer class. i'll only be taking one class... which is Math. &lt;em&gt;maiinis sakin yung nag advice kasi kung anu-ano inadvice niya tapos hindi ko kukunin hahaha. &lt;/em&gt;well, well.. it's because i got a summer job as the C.O.O. (child of owner) of Petron. ahihihih. &lt;em&gt;at least productive dabuh?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss my friends. i know they miss me, too. ahihi. =) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love is best found&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;when looking to give it to another.&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/7733380-111241935033877030?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111241935033877030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111241935033877030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111241935033877030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111241935033877030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/04/guess-whos-back-me-who-else-malamang.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111180315624243269</id><published>2005-03-26T09:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T10:34:46.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BLAH BLAH..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent most of my time in bed this week. i could've had the chance to go out with my friends, if i only asked permission from my mom at the right time. she was glued to The Contender, and gave me the thumbs down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the day does seem longer when there's nothing to do. i checked my Friendster and browsed through other accounts, and this is what i found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/niki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;caught my eye faster than you can say 'gorgeous'. nikki gil, diyosa ka!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;anyway, on to Holy Week. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Been through the fire and the rain Bound in every kind of way &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But God has broken every chain, So let me go right now.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take the shackles off my feet so I can dance I just wanna praise You I just wanna praise You &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You broke the chains now I can lift my hands&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I'm gonna praise You I'm gonna praise You."&lt;br /&gt;-Shackles, Mary Mary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;i like that song. it speaks about God, but you can groove to it. it's something Fidz and I can do a big fat momma version of. hehe. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;finally got out of my hellhole last thursday for Visita Iglesia. we visited only 7 churches. that makes 2 Stations each, to complete all 14. almost every Church had a viewing of The Passion of the Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first stop was the Gesu Church at Ateneo. mom looked around and mumbled, &lt;em&gt;"Ganda. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;So this is where the tuition goes." &lt;/em&gt;hindi lang dun napupunta. sa Zen Gardens at Smocket din. hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday, GoodFriday was the most boring day of all, kaya nasearch ko na lahat ng Friendster accounts sa mundo. i don't really mind. i think boredom served as my penance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today, i'm gonna have my hair trimmed. i'm gonna grow it waist-length, so a regular trim is vital. it'll probably take about a year to grow it that long. naiinip nako. i know you probably don't give a shit about my hair, sorry ka, blog ko to eh. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun lang. be back.. sometime. (",) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ang tunay na pagmamahal ay parang tsinelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;kahit ang dami mong sapatos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;pag-uwi mo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;yun pa rin ang hahanap-hanapin mo. Ü&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/7733380-111180315624243269?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111180315624243269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111180315624243269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111180315624243269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111180315624243269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/03/blah-blah.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111116105075795135</id><published>2005-03-18T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T10:41:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY FAVE LINES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i'm into a reminiscent mode right now, for school has just ended. looking back, it was a great great year. i didn't accomplish much, and somehow i planned that, because freshman year is when i really planned to gear up for my whole college life. soph year is MY year. and so are junior and senior year. *meow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;my freshie year was fun mainly because i spent my time with a lot of people who made me laugh. here are some memorable lines - &lt;em&gt;kasi yung iba &lt;/em&gt;funny, &lt;em&gt;yung iba &lt;/em&gt;overused. some are you-had-to-be-there-to-laugh ones, but i think you'll find these amusing anyhow. sorry, &lt;em&gt;medyo kadiri yung iba hehe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;RANDOM PEOPLE:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alicia on her friend's genitalia:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My friend has a fat vag... when she wears pants it looks like she has a dick!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Alicia on pubic hair, during an NSTP trip:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you guys trim your pubes? &lt;/em&gt;(silence in the jeep.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Andrew on the Alexander fight scene:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh God.. Akala ko natamaan yung pepe nung guy! &lt;/em&gt;(meron sila non?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fidz while eating Flat Tops:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;*in a valley girl voice* This is sooo good, it's like, there's a party in my mouth, and everyone's invited!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Fidz inside Shakey's on full-blast aircon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Shet.. naninigas utong ko!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cristina singing the Spice Girls' "Too Much":&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm not a man.. just a boy who thinks he can!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cristina giving a pep talk prior to a Math test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you can do it, no one can! &lt;/em&gt;(sobrang encouraging tone pa yung gamit nya dyan hahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Cristina on somebody's mother:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Your mother's so old, when I told her to act her age, she died!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;TEACHERS:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sir Chuck lecturing:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I didn't know that.. I didn't knew.. wait.. I didn't know? or I didn't knew? *&lt;/em&gt;thinks hard* &lt;em&gt;I DIDN'T KNEW! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sir Chuck on American Idol's Sharon Galvez:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Watch this week! Sharon will sing Smokey Mountain's Paraiso.. maloloka yung judges!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(that week, Sharon sang "The Greatest Love of All" and sucked, and on top of that, she was eliminated. sterero.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Domingo before a Math test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Use an intermediate pad without lines! &lt;/em&gt;(uh, bond paper ata tawag dun eh..)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sir Marx Lopez during his weekly lectures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dahil Comm Majors kayo.. dahil Comm Majors kayo.. *repeat 17 times per session* &lt;/em&gt;(porket Comm major tinambakan daw ba ng papers?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Guillermo during Math lectures:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Check this out! Check this out! Check this out! &lt;/em&gt;(ano to, music video?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Miss Salvador before a test:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Get a one whole sheet of paper, one fourth size. &lt;/em&gt;(labo naman e.. whole ba o 1/4?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Sir Chuck on motherly love:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My mother loves me so much.. she's willing to give up MY life for me! &lt;/em&gt;(.. at seryoso siya nung sinabi niya yan! hahahahahaha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111116105075795135?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111116105075795135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111116105075795135&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111116105075795135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111116105075795135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-fave-lines_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111084619945096405</id><published>2005-03-15T08:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T08:23:19.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;BYE BYE R06&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally done with the lit play. &lt;br /&gt;it's one of the best plays ever produced in Ateneo, thanks to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://juanapaula.blogspot.com"&gt;PAU DEVERATURDA&lt;/a&gt;- our one-man production team, who made sure everything went smoothly. sacrifice and leadership personified.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/~_henson"&gt;HENSON WONGAIHAM&lt;/a&gt;- to whom we owe two Bond CDs. he sacrificed his saturday afternoon to burn us a new one when we misplaced the original one. aww.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the ACTORS - Marc, Cristina, Anna, Ponso, Liana, Scott, Migs, Hub, Kat (who also happens to be the Assistant Director!),Anton, JB, Abel, Austin, Nika and Priti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the CREW - Sam, Celine, Joey, Gino, Jill, Lenard, Guita, DA, Kariz, Sandy, Ysabel, Tintin, and Alex.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course, Sir Chuck, for giving us a reason to laugh every MWF. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaaaaaaaahh!!! i'll misshhuu guys. =`(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-111084619945096405?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111084619945096405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111084619945096405&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111084619945096405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111084619945096405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/03/bye-bye-r06-finally-done-with-lit-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-111009605921460505</id><published>2005-03-06T15:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T16:30:46.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UGH (part two)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i hate this feeling. i can't explain it but i've felt it before. i just want to get rid of this, especially now that i've got many things to do. the last thing i need is something (or someone) to distract me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i should be happy about this, but i'm not. i wish this would just end so we could all be happy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&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;em&gt;"Bakit kailangan nilang gawing malabo ang mga bagay na malinaw na?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Cristina Campana&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&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/7733380-111009605921460505?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/111009605921460505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=111009605921460505&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111009605921460505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/111009605921460505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/03/ugh-part-two-i-hate-this-feeling.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110974125171225490</id><published>2005-03-02T13:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T13:27:31.713+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UGH.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt;one play, five papers, one book project, one long test, two exams and two more weeks to go. i'm gonna crawl my way to summer vacation. this is it! Ü&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/7733380-110974125171225490?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110974125171225490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110974125171225490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110974125171225490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110974125171225490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/03/ugh.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110947718898527679</id><published>2005-02-27T11:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T12:06:28.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, MY WEEKEND. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;*bow*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7,982 words, 5 files, encoded and printed. black ink cartridge emptied. 31 pages read and hopefully understood. 8 math problems solved. one movie and 6 beloved friends seen. one long sermon received. only 8 hours of sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;boys and gels, my rollercoaster weekend. it was chaotic but fun. hope you enjoyed yours as much as i did! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &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/7733380-110947718898527679?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110947718898527679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110947718898527679&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110947718898527679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110947718898527679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/ladies-and-gentlemen-my-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110913924657757736</id><published>2005-02-23T13:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T14:15:23.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip. badtrip talaga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alam ko hindi dapat ako nagboblog ngayon, kasi tambak na sa dami yung kailangan kong tapusin. gusto ko lang maglabas ng loob total blog ko naman to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gabi-gabi kumakahol pa rin ako. hindi ko alam kung dahil to sa pagod o dahil laging masama loob ko sa maraming bagay at maraming tao. badtrip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bukod pa sa dami ng dapat kong gawin andyan pa yung mga taong sagabal sa buhay ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yung tipong wala ka namang ginagawa pero kung ano-ano na iniisip tungkol sa iyo. hindi mo lang ngitian masungit ka na. ngitian mo lang pacute ka na. mag miniskirt ka lang malandi ka na. e p*ta! uupo na lang ako sa isang tabi para wala na silang masabi. palibhasa mas madali nga naman na mag-isip ng ganun kaysa sa intindihin ako. kasi kahit ano namang paliwanag ng iba na hindi ako ganoon, paniniwalaan nila yung gusto nilang paniwalaan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;andyan rin yung akala mo kaibigan mo pero tatalikuran ka. nakalingat ka lang ng konti hindi mo na siya makilala. masaklap pa sa lahat, ikukumpara ka pa sa iba. pasensya na hindi ako tulad ng iba. baka hindi ako masayang kasama. hindi ko maintindihan kung kelan ako nagkulang sa pagiging kaibigan. natatakbuhan naman ako pag may kailangan, minsan nga ako pa yung lalapit. pero kibit-balikat ka kapag kailangan kita. kung tutuusin kung hindi kita mahal bilang kaibigan, hindi ko na dapat pang pagtiisan yung ugali mo. hindi ko naman kasi kailangan ng katulad mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahit kailan hindi ako nagkaroon ng intensyon na manakit ng iba. ultimo kaaway ko pinagdadasal ko pa. bakit kailangan akong saktan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;badtrip. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idadaan ko na lang sa dasal to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110913924657757736?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110913924657757736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110913924657757736&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110913924657757736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110913924657757736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/badtrip.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110899674914534175</id><published>2005-02-21T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T23:10:47.806+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARC ABAYA, MUSIC MAN. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/marc.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Marc wants to take you to paradise&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i finally feel better, except that i'm still nursing this stupid cough. i feel like putting my hand down my throat. i wanna give it a good scratch. from time to time i try scratching my neck, as if its gonna remedy this. deep throat growling works better. hah.&lt;/span&gt;&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;i just remembered that there was this concert in my high school, SPUQ (that's St. Paul University Q.C. for you) last saturday. by the way, its read S-P-U-Q, not SPOOK. i don't want people to go around saying that i graduated from SPOOK. but that's beside the point. &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;the point is, that &lt;em&gt;Marc Abaya&lt;/em&gt;'s band, &lt;em&gt;Kwjan &lt;/em&gt;played that night. i missed out on seeing one of my prince charmings again. (&lt;em&gt;marami akong &lt;/em&gt;prince&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;charming, &lt;em&gt;wala pang permanente) &lt;/em&gt;the first time i saw him was in Ateneo's Levit8 Fair. i got myself &lt;em&gt;thisclose&lt;/em&gt; to him, so i got a whiff of his cologne. he smelled like men's cologne mixed with the smell of cigarettes. icarrrrrumba. never mind that he's so much thinner than me. anorexics have never been that hot. &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;maybe my main agendum for my sophomore year in Ateneo should be to get into one of &lt;em&gt;Marilou Diaz-Abaya'&lt;/em&gt;s classes. it's not a coincidence that &lt;em&gt;Marc'&lt;/em&gt;s mother teaches my course. it's &lt;em&gt;fate, &lt;/em&gt;baby. &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;now if only i could find a real-life prince charming who smells as good as &lt;em&gt;Marc&lt;/em&gt; does... then maybe i could get rid of this cough (i don't see the connection either) ;P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*** postscript: my tag-board is busted and it's pissing me off. can anybody tell me what's wrong with it?***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/7733380-110899674914534175?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110899674914534175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110899674914534175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110899674914534175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110899674914534175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/marc-abaya-music-man.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110888660644237376</id><published>2005-02-20T15:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T16:23:51.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:red;"&gt;ACHOO!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waaaah. may ubo pa rin ako. i didn't go to school last friday coz i really didn't feel well. i hate cutting classes. it makes me feel like i've missed a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kept my mom up coz i spent the whole night coughing. &lt;em&gt;kumakahol &lt;/em&gt;is her term for it. i managed to pass this on to my older sister, lola and the babies too. it's odd. when everybody in the house is sick, i don't get sick. i have this uncanny resistance to sickness. but when i get sick first, everyone in the house gets it. *achoo* &lt;em&gt;isa akong malaking salot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hope i get well soon. good thing i was able to use my time wisely. last friday, i killed time by working on my Fil paper. that leaves me with only one more paper to do this week. haaay life. &lt;em&gt;na-update ko na rin Friendster ko. 12 pics na biruin niyo? wahahaha. &lt;/em&gt;i could almost hear Alicia rejoicing. oh, someone sent me this message:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;if u want group sex just contact us at 4939593 or txt us at 09223490579 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;look for mike.strictly for girlz only.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;HAHAHAHA. ang baboy. pathetic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish i get rid of this cough in time for the Superfriends/Bombshells get-together. i miss those guys, and the last thing i wanna leave them with is a cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;pray for me ha? =p&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110888660644237376?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110888660644237376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110888660644237376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110888660644237376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110888660644237376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/achoo-waaaah.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110863042057523053</id><published>2005-02-17T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T16:57:19.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;DOWN WITH A SICKNESS&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pau is right. sickness comes at the most inconvenient time. i acquired a flu (38-degree  fever, whooping cough and runny nose!) just before my english proposal presentation and Math LT. is this what they call &lt;i&gt;lovesick? sa bagay, kaka valentine's lang.&lt;/i&gt; talk about bad timing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think it was a blessing in disguise though, because i work better under extreme pressure. i have to admit though, that this usually takes a toll on my temper and i have a tendency to be &lt;i&gt;masungit&lt;/i&gt; and irrational during times like this. =P i almost gave up on the Lit play that i'm organizing with Pau (who got a bit pissed too!) and Marc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay. &lt;i&gt;ang kati ng lalamunan ko! parang may cork yung nostrils ko at may hollowblock sa ibabaw ng ulo ko! pero kaya ko to&lt;/i&gt;! good thing i have Loviscol and Strepsils to tide me over. &lt;i&gt;(nag advertise ba daw?)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nailed the presentation and LT (i think..haha) with God's help. He rocks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110863042057523053?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110863042057523053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110863042057523053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110863042057523053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110863042057523053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/down-with-sickness-pau-is-right.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110842598348218399</id><published>2005-02-15T07:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:06:23.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2 color="red"&gt;HELLO.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess what? my phone is busted. my clear,3,6,9,0, and 7 keypads won't work! i guess i have to do with my old fone unit for now. hopefully, i'll have it fixed tomorrow. &lt;i&gt; buti merong replacement.&lt;/i&gt; i don't really mind. i've been missing my old but ever reliable unit. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was the overrated Day of Hearts. almost everyone (including me!) showed up in red. &lt;i&gt;pero ang corny pa rin!&lt;/i&gt; i expected everyone to be all-out... but yesterday turned out to be super boring. no show of love. what is wrong with you people?! *ho-hum* even motels were complaining about not having clients! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;yun lang. sana maayos na fone ko. text me pa rin ha?!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110842598348218399?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110842598348218399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110842598348218399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110842598348218399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110842598348218399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110828245213734389</id><published>2005-02-13T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T16:23:09.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;UNO, DOS, TRES...KATORSE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;yay! it's the 14th of February tomorrow, Day of Hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero bago yan, share ko muna sa inyo yung pics ng Chinese New Year family dinner namin.&lt;/em&gt; every year as usual, we celebrate Chinese New Year with a dinner, and we're probably the non-Chinese family who does so. feeling Chinese &lt;em&gt;lang kami. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i always look forward to this because the adults give &lt;em&gt;ampaos&lt;/em&gt; (as in &lt;em&gt;yung &lt;/em&gt;envelope &lt;em&gt;na may pera!&lt;/em&gt;) to the kids. there's a raffle, too! i got a jade charm. &lt;em&gt;yung sinasabit sa pinto ata yun.&lt;/em&gt; heehee. i love Chinese food, and i love my family. whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&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;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000a0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for pics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;back to Valentine's Day. i'll be celebrating my 17th Valentine's Day without a boyfriend tomorrow. but but! boyfriend or no boyfriend, i'll still be goo-goo eyed tomorrow! who says singles should be loveless? to all the people i love (and who love me back, too.. hehe) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;My Fave Love Quotes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love is NOT blind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It sees, but it doesn't mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- &lt;/em&gt;Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;and ends with a teardrop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Anonymous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The hottest love has the coldest end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;-Socrates&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is better to have loved and lost, than to have never loved at all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Alfred Lord Tennyson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If there ever comes a day that we can't be together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;keep me in your heart, I'll stay there forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Winnie the Pooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&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/7733380-110828245213734389?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110828245213734389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110828245213734389&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110828245213734389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110828245213734389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/uno-dos-tres.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110793587698612178</id><published>2005-02-09T15:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:20:14.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;CONFESSIONS.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last time i went to confession was last year, during a retreat. a retreat is usually the only reason why i get to go to confession. today, i confessed at the Gesu, &lt;i&gt;by choice.&lt;/i&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;felt so good to be cleansed of my sins. gaaak. i sound like i've committed a lot. but i've been good.. i guess. good to me translates to not hurting anyone. so if i've hurt you, I APOLOGIZE, whole-heartedly. it wasn't my intention to do so. =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got the Ash Wednesday requisite, too: the forehead cross. i don't really mind having it like some people do. the least i could do to repent for my sins is to walk around with a cross on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rode with Fidz to G4 afterwards to meet up with the ones who ditched us &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; the mass to watch Phantom. we call them The Sinners. greeted them with the A1 Gurrrlfriend Snap (it's something we do on impulse.) *snap snap* hehe. since Bishop Rosales lifted the Meat Ban because of Chinese New Year, i got myself a Whopper. yey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just noticed the my sked this week is so lax, compared to the past weeks which were crazy. i think it's God's way of bracing me for the coming onslaught of papers, tests, etc. i know it's not gonna stay this way, so i'm taking advantage of it. CAT! i &lt;i&gt;think&lt;/i&gt; i'm game on sat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it's also Love Month, i'll end every post with a love quote. &lt;i&gt;wala lang. gusto ko e.&lt;/i&gt; you find it cheesy? hit the X on your browser. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, and here's a little something for my friends who find Henny gorgeous:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/henny.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt;HOTTAH HOTTAH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red"&gt;LOVE QUOTE:&lt;br /&gt;If someone throws a stone at you,&lt;br /&gt;Throw some LOVE back. &lt;br /&gt;Why?&lt;br /&gt;Because LOVE hurts more than &lt;i&gt;anything&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110793587698612178?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110793587698612178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110793587698612178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110793587698612178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110793587698612178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/confessions.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110783644717397686</id><published>2005-02-08T11:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T16:17:01.073+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;YEY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lots of things to be happy about and to thank God for. things like these make me forget about my problems with &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt; people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually, when i there's a long weekend from school, we're given lots of homework. &lt;i&gt;pero buti naman this week wala.&lt;/i&gt; all i had to do the whole weekend is my math homework, which was considerably easy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is Ash Wednesday &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; Chinese New Year, so it's a double celebration! i'm looking forward to hearing mass and confession tomorrow. thank God for the Nat Sci free cut! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw Mr. Sunshine today, and he lit up my already sunshiney day with his megawatt smile. &lt;br /&gt;he said the bejewelled clip i was wearing was &lt;i&gt;nakakasilaw.&lt;/i&gt; i could say the same thing about his smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love myself for being able to bounce back from problems! who wants to wallow in deep depression? as Maxene always says, &lt;i&gt;snaps for me!&lt;/i&gt; wahahahahahah! Yey! Someone caught on with the A1 Gurrlfriend craze! Rockin. *snap snap*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="yellow"&gt; Countdown to V-Day: 6 DAYS! Ü&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110783644717397686?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110783644717397686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110783644717397686&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110783644717397686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110783644717397686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/yey-i-have-lots-of-things-to-be-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110767588827768715</id><published>2005-02-06T14:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T16:10:42.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;NSTP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/jeep.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;we had our last session of NSTP yesterday, so we made it extra special for the kids. we had a farewell party! actually, this isn't unusual because we didn't do anything but party since NSTP started, when we should have been teaching the kids. haha. &lt;/span&gt;&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;we made our first stop at Shoppersville at 11 am where we bought the kids' merienda, and ours too. we made sure we were prepared for the 2 1/2 hour jeepney ride. the next stop was an hour and a half later, at 7/11.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;their &lt;em&gt;Chocolate Slurpee&lt;/em&gt; tasted oddly like Cola, &lt;em&gt;pero masarap pa rin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we arrived at Samata, Las Pinas at around 3. had to wait around for the kids, so the party started at 3:30 pa. ok lang, it was fun. what i enjoyed the most was the dance rendered by the &lt;em&gt;Simplicity Babes&lt;/em&gt;, their 8-year-old version of the Sexbomb Dancers. &lt;em&gt;astig gumiling grabe. hahaha. ano nga ba yung sinayaw nila? Tsokolate &lt;/em&gt;(or is it Choco Latte?)&lt;em&gt; chaka Choopeta &lt;/em&gt;(fave song namin ni Fidz).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;*sings* mamamama mama eu quero.. mama eu quero.. &lt;/em&gt;hahaha ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;want more pics? click &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/anjie3/nstp"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;.&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;on our trip home, while making kulitan inside the jeepney, Alicia just blurted out: &lt;em&gt;I looove our block.&lt;/em&gt; Edith replied with, &lt;em&gt;ako rin!&lt;/em&gt; so we just started singing our block song while driving through Coastal Road. cheesy.&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;it looks like a scene from a &lt;em&gt;baduy&lt;/em&gt; coming-of-age movie (like..uhm.. Britney Spears' Crossroads?), but it was fun. the kids and blockmates made my day. guess what time we finished nstp? 7 pm. haha. but i don't care. i realized that i really am lucky to be part of Ah-Uno. how many people could say that they have this kind of bond with their block? ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i looove my block. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/xtina.jpg" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/xtina2.jpg" /&gt;&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/7733380-110767588827768715?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110767588827768715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110767588827768715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110767588827768715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110767588827768715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/nstp.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110749332368691088</id><published>2005-02-04T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T13:02:03.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2 color="red"&gt;BORED.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm bored out of my wits. imagine, i didn't go out after school this week. damn all the english papers that i had to pass! damn the lit presentation though it went well! damn the fil essay due today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking forward to hanging out at catsky's unit, having merienda with miko today, and the final NSTP area tomorrow. i'll miss having areas. i'm one of the few people who enjoy the long jeepney ride and taking in all the pollutants of the metropolis. *inhales deeply* i get a kick out of wiping my face at the end of the day and seeing the tissue turn gray. (wow, that rhymes!) more importantly, i enjoy seeing the smiles on those kids' faces. (awww!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well, i gotta finish my paper now. wish me luck. i need to pull my Fil grade up. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110749332368691088?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110749332368691088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110749332368691088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110749332368691088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110749332368691088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/bored.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110731858801206740</id><published>2005-02-02T13:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:29:48.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;OH BY THE WAY..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the Ateneo-LaSalle Basketball Game on Friday, Feb 04, at the Blue Eagle Gym! Go Kariz! Make A1 proud! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady Eagles: 2pm-4pm&lt;br /&gt;Boy Eagles (or whatever they're called): 4pm-6pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color=blue size=2&gt;GO ATENEO!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110731858801206740?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110731858801206740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110731858801206740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110731858801206740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110731858801206740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/oh-by-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110731701953118384</id><published>2005-02-02T11:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T12:18:27.363+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;TIME FLIES.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Valentine's Day: 12 days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Countdown to Summer Vacation: 6 weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bilis ng oras grabe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 tulog na lang Valentine's Day na! on the 14th, i bet i'll see PDA everywhere (especially in Arrneow). that's the spirit! &lt;i&gt;show some love Ateneans!&lt;/i&gt; =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just yesterday i was so giddy about going to Orsem. months from now i'll &lt;i&gt;probably&lt;/i&gt; be facilitating a block (go TNTs!). i don't want to be a sophie just yet. nooo nooo nooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i am looking forward to seeing new faces in Ateneo. especially those of my friends from the younger batch. i'm so sick of seeing the same people everyday. hahaha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway, for some strange reason i keep hearing this song by Tony Rich Project. it's not sikat, but it receives a lot of airplay, so you must have heard it na. on average, i hear this song about THREE friggin times EVERYDAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of it, and i'm lashing it out on you, people! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I pretended I'm glad you went away&lt;br /&gt;These four walls closing more everyday&lt;br /&gt;And I'm dyin' inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a clown I put on a show&lt;br /&gt;The pain is real even if nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And I'm cryin' inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why didn't I say, the things I needed to say&lt;br /&gt;How could I let my angel get away&lt;br /&gt;Now my world is just a tumblin' down&lt;br /&gt;I can say it so clearly, but you're nowhere around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The nights are lonely, the days are so sad&lt;br /&gt;And I just keep thinkin' about the love that we had&lt;br /&gt;And I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I carry a smile when I'm broken in two&lt;br /&gt;And I'm nobody without someone like you&lt;br /&gt;I'm tremblin' inside&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie awake it's a quarter past three&lt;br /&gt;I'm screamin' at night if I thought you'd hear me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my heart is callin' you&lt;br /&gt;And nobody knows it but me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How blue can I get, you could ask my heart&lt;br /&gt;But like a jigsaw puzzle it's been torn all apart&lt;br /&gt;A million words couldn't say just how I feel&lt;br /&gt;A million years from now you know I'll be lovin' you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow morning I'm hittin' the dusty road&lt;br /&gt;Gonna find you where ever, ever you might go&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gonna unload my heart&lt;br /&gt;And hope you come back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nobody Knows - Tony Rich Project&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110731701953118384?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110731701953118384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110731701953118384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110731701953118384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110731701953118384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/02/time-flies.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110690784850663897</id><published>2005-01-28T18:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T18:33:20.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font size=2 color="red"&gt;WALA LANG.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how my day went:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align=left&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* went to school ; last class till 11:30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* had lunch at Max's with the block. &lt;i&gt;if you're an Atenean, you get free iced tea M-W-F!&lt;/i&gt; since marami kami, we lined up all the glasses on the table..pwede nang pang &lt;br /&gt;Guinness sa haba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* went back to Ateneo for Pixel, the High School Fair. it was kinda dull, but we had fun watching people (especially boys, haha!). celeb sightings: Andre Felix (what's new?), Frank and Saab Magalona (where's Ate?). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* AComm tambay. nagdala si Marc ng carbonara. sarap. played cards sandali. kwentuhan.  uwian. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wala na akong masulat. last night i was listening to the radio when i stumbled upon this song. stig. it's old, but i still love it. rico blanco rocks! \m/ ciao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Nitong umaga lang,&lt;br /&gt;Pagka lambing-lambing&lt;br /&gt;Ng iyong mga matang&lt;br /&gt;Hayup kung tumingin.&lt;br /&gt;Nitong umaga lang,&lt;br /&gt;Pagka galing-galing&lt;br /&gt;Ng iyong sumpang&lt;br /&gt;walang aawat sa atin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O kay bilis namang &lt;br /&gt;Maglaho ng&lt;br /&gt;Pag-ibig mo sinta,&lt;br /&gt;Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanina'y nariyan lang o ba't&lt;br /&gt;Bigla namang nawala.&lt;br /&gt;Daig mo pa ang isang kisapmata.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kani-kanina lang,&lt;br /&gt;Pagka ganda-ganda&lt;br /&gt;Ng pagkasabi mong&lt;br /&gt;Sana'y tayo na nga.&lt;br /&gt;Kani-kanina lang,&lt;br /&gt;Pagka saya-saya&lt;br /&gt;Ng buhay kong&lt;br /&gt;Bigla na lamang nagiba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kisapmata - Rivermaya &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110690784850663897?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110690784850663897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110690784850663897&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110690784850663897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110690784850663897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/wala-lang_28.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110681596941082176</id><published>2005-01-27T16:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T17:45:10.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;APOCALYPSE... NOW?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;this is so freaky. my hair stood on end when i read an article clipped by my grandmother. &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;it's about The Last Secret of Fatima. it's the first time i've heard about it, but according to the story, Our Lady of Fatima appeared to three children in 1917 and disclosed her prophecies. One of them is still alive, a Carmelite nun at present. She disclosed the Lady's message to the then Pope, and it has been kept away from the public so as not to create panic.&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;Pope John Paul II recently revealed it after many years- not to create panic, but to prepare everyone. Here's what the Lady said:&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;em&gt;Go my child and tell the world what will come to pass during the years 1950-2005&lt;/em&gt;. Men are not practicing the commandments that the Father has given us. Evil is governing the world and is harvesting hate and resentment all over. Men will fabricate mortal weapons that destroy the world in minutes and half of the human race will be destroyed. The war will begin against Rome and there will be conflicts among the religious orders. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;God will allow natural phenomenons like smoke, hale, cold, water, fire, flood, earthquakes, winds and inclement weather will slowly batter the planet. These things will come to pass in the year 2004&lt;/em&gt;."&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;She also made the following predictions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A man in a very important position will be assassinated and this will provoke the war. (&lt;/em&gt;Could this be Bush?)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A powerful army will dominate all through Europe and the nuclear war will commence.This war will destory everything.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a very cold night, 10 minutes before midnight, a great quake will shake the earth for 8 hours. The shake will be so violent that it will move the earth 23 degrees then return to its normal position. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I don't know if I'll believe this, but then again, with or without these prophecies, I'll continue to pray and repent for my sins. You should, too. =)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ISN'T THIS JUST SO.. ANGAS?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Let's talk about more positive things! Henny made the ad below for our English assignment on Problem-Solution about Crime on Campus. That's Guita, Manong Guard, me, Kariz and Kat. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/572f1ff1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;stig ba? wala lang hahaha. as much as i wanted to cross my face out, wala na akong time. ang panget ko dyan, my nose is so big! ang astig ni kat at kariz! wahaha. in fairness, nakasalubong ko si &lt;a href="http://orangelover.cjb.at"&gt;Reuben&lt;/a&gt; the day that we shot that, and he said "&lt;em&gt;ganda mo today ah! today lang!" &lt;/em&gt;you made my day Reuben! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;oh well.. kitakits sa PIXEL tomorrow, the Ateneo High School Fair! what will we do there? wala lang. kakain. no, really. kakain lang tlaga kami. =p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110681596941082176?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110681596941082176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110681596941082176&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110681596941082176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110681596941082176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/apocalypse.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110661592208866486</id><published>2005-01-25T09:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T09:18:42.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;MAAAATH.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had my LE 2 yesterday. it was ok. "OK" haha! how vague. it's my way of saying i didn't do bad, but didn't do well either. i suck at Math. i wish the only subject i have to take is English. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but do i have a choice? as my Math teacher says on a discussion about functions.. "No Fickle Pickers." haha. i let time pass in boring Math class by tallying how many times my teacher says "Check This Out!" it makes her sound like she's introducing a music video. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my midterm grades too. was happy with &lt;i&gt;most&lt;/i&gt; of them. i'm still 0.70 away from making it to the Dean's List. might as well bid it bye-bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm having my Midterms in Math today. how fun! wish me luck. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110661592208866486?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110661592208866486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110661592208866486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110661592208866486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110661592208866486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/maaaath.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110653706338415341</id><published>2005-01-24T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T11:26:59.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;I JUST HATE IT WHEN..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...somebody robs me of my spot at the RL Foyer. i waited 30 minutes to get to a computer terminal until i got ticked off and left. 6 times ako nasingitan. why is the world so unfair to small people? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...somebody sends me a crude, &lt;i&gt;bastos&lt;/i&gt; message in friendster. i rarely check my friendster, and when i do i'm almost always greeted by a nasty message. i got an invite from a guy named "Fockers",whose picture is of a Japanese girl whose skirt is hiked up. &lt;i&gt;ang dami nang bastos sa mundo!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...somebody stares at me for no reason at all. there's this girl at school who just keeps looking at me with a bitchy stare. it almost seems like she has an everyday PMS and she's lashing it out on me! what did i do wrong? =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="red" size=2&gt;AND I JUST LOVE IT WHEN..&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...me and my beautiful Bombshells go out. it's about time. i don't remember the last time we were together. &lt;b&gt;Grand Bombshell Reunion&lt;/b&gt; was a blast! Too bad Anjeli, Nelia and Jamie weren't present.. pictures unavailable, scanner went *pfft*. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have my Long Test in Math today. Pray for me... cuz i haven't studied. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110653706338415341?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110653706338415341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110653706338415341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110653706338415341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110653706338415341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-just-hate-it-when.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110610514681276614</id><published>2005-01-19T11:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T11:33:11.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = "red" size =2&gt;RANT OR RAVE?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nabura na naman ung ipopost ko dapat! i was supposed to post my rants, but they went pffft! maybe i'm just not supposed to rant here. but this is my blog, i can write what i want! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i'm tinatamad to rant, i'll rave instead. i just wanna say that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;kinikilig ako.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so nice to have someone to admire even from a distance. pure adoration, no stings attached. hello, Mr. Sunshine! you made my day. :)&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I get a little bit crazy, baby&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you call my name..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Crazy &lt;br /&gt;Javier &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110610514681276614?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110610514681276614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110610514681276614&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110610514681276614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110610514681276614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/rant-or-rave-nabura-na-naman-ung.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110586138628765253</id><published>2005-01-16T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T15:56:38.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AN OPEN LETTER TO MY BLOGGIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey bloggie! i haven't seen you for a while. i have been pre-occupied with too many things that i forgot you even exist. don't fret though, for i have news for you. i think we should start with the bad...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;strong&gt;Atenean fell to his death&lt;/strong&gt; early yesterday, bloggie. &lt;strong&gt;Xavier Yu&lt;/strong&gt; was only 17, a Pol Sci sophomore, in my school. it's sort of reminiscent to what happened to Miko Sotto last year, remember that? he was trying to sit on the railing of Burgundy Place in Katipunan, went off balance, and fell. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's so sad, that tragic events like this can recur. shall we pray for him, bloggie? i hope he finds eternal peace. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the week that passed was quite stressful, bloggie. i am hoping this week will be easier on me. hectic schedules do some good, too, coz it has taught me how to balance my time. i've been spending more time studying now, and have cut back on gimmicks. &lt;em&gt;9 pm nasa bahay nako&lt;/em&gt;! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good thing the week ended with a big shebang - my blockmate&lt;strong&gt; Xtina's debut&lt;/strong&gt;! &lt;em&gt;bait ni Sir Cocoy&lt;/em&gt;! we were given a day off from NSTP (&lt;em&gt;belat dun sa mga nag NSTP diyan hahaha&lt;/em&gt;) to attend the debut.. in addition to the picnic we had last Friday. &lt;em&gt;Ang strategy para ma-excuse sa NSTP: sabihin niyo may debut&lt;/em&gt;! hehehe =P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/14-01-05_1232.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the debut was a blast! not only was it my first formal debut, i had to deliver a speech too! i had so much fun on the dancefloor and was probably in every pic. Xtina's debut was an A1 dream.. cameras everywhere! &lt;em&gt;Nag-choreographed dance pa kami ni Marc at Fidz. O dba ang taray?&lt;/em&gt; *lol*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to view the pics, click on &lt;a href="http://ca.pg.photos.yahoo.com/ph/hengkong/album?.dir=/4c6c&amp;.src=ph&amp;amp;.tok=ph_3KYCBUyEPM6ul"&gt;henny's album&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to view my new pbase, click &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/app/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what are my plans for this week?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really looking forward to the &lt;strong&gt;Grand Bombshell Reunion&lt;/strong&gt; this week, organized by non other than Mica. we're gonna have pics taken, and some major bonding time! (this is for bona fide Bombshells only, &lt;em&gt;so Peej hindi ka kasama kasi honorary ka lang hahaha&lt;/em&gt;) i'm glad she's back in the scene now, coz I haven't heard from her for a long time! i can't waiiiiit! i'm itching in excitement! *sratches all over* wahaha! i promise to post our pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll probably try to squeeze in a movie with &lt;strong&gt;Peej and Ish&lt;/strong&gt; too, who are dying to watch&lt;strong&gt; A Series of Unfortunate Events&lt;/strong&gt;. the last time we planned to go out, i was stuck somewhere, and left poor Ishi alone with PJ. hehehe. try natin this Friday, ok? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's it for now i guess.. &lt;strong&gt;I MISS YOU BOMBSHELLS&lt;/strong&gt;! (cge na nga.. pati ikaw PJ!) =) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110586138628765253?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110586138628765253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110586138628765253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110586138628765253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110586138628765253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/open-letter-to-my-bloggie_16.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110541991859891541</id><published>2005-01-11T13:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T13:05:18.596+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;SURVEY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Survey taken from Sam's journal:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 2 TIMER ka ba ?&lt;br /&gt;    Loyal ako! ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.) Paano ka mag-MAHAL?&lt;br /&gt;     ask the people i love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.) WARFREAK ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;      nung bata. for the people nako ngayon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.) Ano ang karamihang FIRST IMPRESSION sayo?&lt;br /&gt;     Mataray or masungit...biatch, according to Fidz. minsan rin tahimik.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.) Mabilis ka ba magka-CRUSH sa isang tao?&lt;br /&gt;     hindi. minsan lang ako mabulagan.*lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.) Ano ba TALENT mo?&lt;br /&gt;     none. inutil ako. ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.) SELOSO/SELOSA ka?&lt;br /&gt;     hindi. i'm very secure. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.) Madali ka bang MAKALIMOT ?&lt;br /&gt;     oo,kung dapat kalimutan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.) Paano mo masasabi na TRUE FRIEND ang isang tao?&lt;br /&gt;     u just know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.)ano mas importante FRIENDS OR LOVE ONES..???&lt;br /&gt;      myself. hahaha. chaka God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.) Naniniwala ka ba SA LOVE?&lt;br /&gt;       Yeah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.) TELEBABAD ka ba to the max ?&lt;br /&gt;       depends on who i'm talking to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.) Do you believe in REINCARNATION ?&lt;br /&gt;       Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.) Iyakin ka ba pagdating sa LOVE ?&lt;br /&gt;       iyakin ako with everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.) May KINAIINISAN ka ba ngaun?&lt;br /&gt;       Ay, oo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.) San ka nakatira?&lt;br /&gt;       sa bahay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.) HATE mo na tao?&lt;br /&gt;       hate is a strong word. dislike lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.) Ma-PRIDE ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;      hahaha..super! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.) do you approve SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP?&lt;br /&gt;        yes!i don't favor flings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.) Are you a TXT-ADDICT?&lt;br /&gt;       nope. fone addict.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.) Sinong MAHAL MO?&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;b&gt;IKAW.&lt;/b&gt;  uuuuy..kinilig. haha ;P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.) Last question, MASAYA ka ba ngayon?&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;b&gt; HELL YEAH!&lt;/b&gt; =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110541991859891541?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110541991859891541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110541991859891541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110541991859891541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110541991859891541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/survey.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110534891173662475</id><published>2005-01-10T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T17:40:13.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color ="red" size = 2&gt; WALA LANG. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACET results were posted last Saturday. Marami sa mga hinanap ko sa list ay hindi ko nakita. ADMU would've been more exciting with those guys in it. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats to the new Atenistas! Camille Lee, Lyka Elbo, Miko Amoncio, Rod Jocson, Andrew Aherrera (ehem) and everyone else.. i'm looking forward to seeing you in campus! (haha as if theyre reading this) =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to mass at my old hometown, Greenhills, last Sunday. i like hearing mass better in Ghills than in my village. hindi lang dahil sa maraming gwapo (joke!), but because the homily is profound and concise, the songs were sung well by the choir too. it's important for me to hear mass every Sunday, kaya mas ok kapag naeenjoy ko dba? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, nung offertory, yung super cute na harry-potter-looking kid sa harap ko dinilaan at sinipsip muna yung 5 peso coin na hawak niya bago niya ibigay. mukhang sarap na sarap siya. oh well, that's what i call &lt;i&gt; donation with a personal touch.&lt;/i&gt; sa susunod lalagyan ko rin ng personal touch yung donation ko. *lol*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haaay. the week that has passed drained me of all my energy. dami ko kagad ginawa. and i've got a lot more to do this week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tapos may isa pang tao na kinaiinisan ko tlaga. i don't hold grudges, and i rarely get mad, but that person is so inconsiderate he/she just got on my bad side. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hai.. this too, shall pass. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I can do all things in Him who strengthens me.."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110534891173662475?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110534891173662475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110534891173662475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110534891173662475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110534891173662475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/wala-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110518077056763807</id><published>2005-01-08T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T18:50:53.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;DRAT.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;My friend Alden was right. I should not have chosen ES for my 2nd Sem Nat Sci. i hate doing piles of papers. i'm stuck at home on a saturday night doing a paper on seed germination, and researching about lead poisoning. &lt;em&gt;i'd rather be poisoned.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;***&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today sucks, unlike yesterday. my blockmates and i went to galle to watch Ocean's Twelve. When we got there, we didn't feel like watching anymore, so we split. some went shopping and the rest hung out at starbucks.&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 bought a pair of slippers and a top, ones which i've been looking for for a damn month. somebody once told me, that when you feel guilty buying something, forgo buying it first. if you're still thinking of it a week later, go buy it. &lt;em&gt;nothing beats delayed gratification.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;i was thinking of them for a friggin month..i was practically daydreaming of them. i wore them right after i bought them - straight out of the stockroom. i don't really give a shit about smelling like a warehouse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My 2005 horoscope says that.. "Career and love will become particularly happy and more exciting this year." Taureans, let's party! =)&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 believe that my fate is handled by only one person (and that's my beloved God), but horoscopes are fun. I don't let horoscopes affect my decisions, but the power of suggestion works wonders. I've found that &lt;em&gt;i get what i expect&lt;/em&gt; most of the time (guess im just lucky =P), and horoscopes help in that matter.&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;Here's to a successful career and lovelife for me in 2005!&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; *mwaaaaaaaaaaaaaah*&lt;/span&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 class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110518077056763807?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110518077056763807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110518077056763807&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110518077056763807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110518077056763807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/drat.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110490729717282095</id><published>2005-01-05T14:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T14:41:37.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;font color = "red"&gt;AAAAHHH!!! (dont read this anymore its a waste of your time i just want some release)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang daming gumugulo sa isip ko ngayon. as expected.. i AM swamped with work now. i feel as if a tsunami of homework hit me. waaaah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok there's the ES lab report..i still haven't started with the Analysis..i still havent transferred the pics to the pc.. aside from the paper we have a report to do on it on monday in that cramped, dark and super init ES lab.. arrgghh.. how will we report it there? OHP? it's so ancient..and bout that paper in ES lecture.. i regret passing that proposal.. who cares about lead contamination? i dont! its my report but i dont!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uhm.. i have a fil essay to do.. which i'm having a friggin hard time with..i've still got 4 and a half pages to do dammit..and its due tomorrow!!! i want an A so i guess i'll have to make it &lt;i&gt; Maalaala Mo Kaya &lt;/i&gt; worthy.. damn damn damn.. my class tomorrow is at 10 but i guess i have to wake up early to do it..no watching of &lt;i&gt;Lovers in Paris&lt;/i&gt; for me..oh God, what will they do to Vivian?!?! i won't know if Aguiluz and Alwina kissed! arrgghh.. wait.. oh no, is there a math quiz?! im not even sure..acck acckk ackkk..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've got a super long and detailed lit quiz too.. on guess what? beowulf! aaahh i hated that in high school.. who cares about sparring scandinavians? we're gonna start on the problem-solving paper in english on friday..i still have no idea what to write about.. katipunan traffic? solid waste management? theyre so passe..what do i write about? what will i pass to the teacher? oh god..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God please help meeeeeehh!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok that was good. now i feel better. i feel good enough to work on my fil essay. ok bye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110490729717282095?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110490729717282095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110490729717282095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110490729717282095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110490729717282095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/aaaahhh-dont-read-this-anymore-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110477091254868674</id><published>2005-01-04T01:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T01:07:30.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE MORE DAY TILL SCHOOL STARTS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;accck. vacation is over. whaaa.. it's been that long? this is probably going to be my last post for the weeks to come, for i'll be sure to be swamped with work when school starts. hindi pa nga nagsastart meron na akong kelangan gawin eh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still haven't worked on my personal essay in filipino. i rarely procrastinate because i'm an OC person, but when it comes to filipino, i try to delay it for as long as i can. &lt;em&gt;i dread this subject&lt;/em&gt;. so for my personal essay, ive decided to practice here on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Babala: Mahaba ang sumusunod na sanaysay. Paalala: Huwag laitin ang aking sinulat, parang awa niyo na.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Kahapon, araw ng Linggo, ay nagtungo kami ng aking pamilya sa Podyum (o dba pati yun tinagalog) upang mananghalian. Hindi ko namalayang kay dami na pala ng aking nakain, hanggang sa lumobo na lang ang aking tiyan at hindi na ako makatayo. Madalas itong mangyari sa akin, kaya't hindi naman ako nabahala. Biro nga ng nanay ko sa akin na para raw akong isang biik - hindi na makatayo pagkatapos kumain, kadalasan ay nakakatulog pa ako. Kay seksi ko namang biik, ika ko (ang kapal dba), kaya't tawag niya na lang sa akin ay batugan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pagkatapos mananghalian ay naglibot-libot muna kami sa loob ng Podyum. Bumili ng basketbol ang aking tatay para sa aking batang kapatid. Ilang araw pa lamang ang nakararaan noong ibinili niya ito ng bola, ngunit gumulong ito palabas ng garahe at hindi na muling nakita pa. Kaninang hapon nga raw, namataan nila ang isang kahawig na bola na pinaglalaruan ng mga kalalakihang lalaki sa park ng Valle 6.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habang naglilibot sa Podyum ay nakaramdam akong tawag ng kalikasan. Nagtungo ako sa palikurang pambabae upang umihi. Pagkatapos ay pumunta ako sa lababo upang maghugas ng aking kamay. Binuksan ko ang gripong de pindot at iniumang ang aking mga kamay. Ngunit napalapit yata masyado ang aking kamay at tumalsik ang tubig! Sa kasawiang palad, may isang babaeng naghuhugas ng kamay sa tabi ko at natalsikan siya - sa mukha, sa kanyang salamin at lalong lalo na sa kanyang damit. Ang nasabi ko lamang ay "Sorry miss! I'm so sorry! (Paumanhin, binibini! Paumanhin!)" Binigyan niya ako ng isang pilit na ngiti. Nararamdaman kong kung wala kami sa isang pampublikong lugar ay malamang na napatay na niya ako. Pagkatapos kong tuyuin ang aking kamay, ay kumaripas na ako ng takbo palabas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At hindi pa diyan natapos ang gulo! Pagsakay namin sa elebeytor, ay namalayan naming nawawala ang isa kong kapatid na si Bertha, na 5 taong gulang pa lamang! Naaalala kong nagpaalam siya sandali upang tumingin ng laruan. Samantala, nagtungo kami sa Nayki Parke (o Nike Park para sa mga islow dyan..haha) upang bilhin nga ang nabanggit na bola. Nilibot ng aking ama ang buong Podyum - at natagpuan ang aking kapatid na nakikipag-tsikahan sa mga babaeng tigapagtaguyod (promo girls) ng Addict Mobile (ayaw ko nang tagalugin pa ito).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito ko na lamang tatapusin ito, dahil napahaba na masyado, at napapagod na ako. Mukhang mahihirapan ako sa aking personal na sanaysay, dahil 5 pahina iyon. Sana'y mapulutan niyo ng aral ang sanaysay kong ito.. at huwag sanang laitin ang ano mang maling paggamit ng balarila na aking nagawa. Gagawin ko ang aking makakaya.. at nawa'y tulungan ako ng Panginoon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110477091254868674?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110477091254868674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110477091254868674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110477091254868674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110477091254868674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-more-day-till-school-starts-accck.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110467165962774772</id><published>2005-01-02T20:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T21:14:19.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAAAPPPYYY NEEEWW YEAAARR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a heart-to-heart talk with my uncle today. nobody reads me better than he does because apart from being a close relative, he's also a psychologist. he posed a lot of questions to me, and gave me a lot of good advice... and i can't help but think about them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the things that he said that hit me hardest was this: &lt;em&gt;there's no one else who can save your ass but yourself. stop pleasing others at your expense. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe i ought learn how to love myself more this year, because i have been sacrificing the things that i want just to make others happy. as Carrie said in the finale of Sex and the City (which is a must watch), &lt;em&gt;the most important relationship is the one you have with yourself.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for Uncle John's damn question: "Ano, no boyfriend yet?... &lt;em&gt;When will you fall in love?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know. all i know, is that just like Carrie, i am looking for, (and i quote)&lt;em&gt; ridiculous, committed, can't-live-without-each-other kind of love&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And no, I am no longer apologetic for it. I no longer think of myself as pathetic for praying for that every night. Let me be specific. I want jump-over-the-moon,catch-the-stars-in-my-hands,swim-to-the-Pacific-and-back,forget-my-name kind of love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's not the right time for that yet... but I'll wait because it's worth it. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Scared to fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Afraid to love so fast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coz everytime i fall in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It seems to never last...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Everytime&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Janet Jackson&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110467165962774772?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110467165962774772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110467165962774772&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110467165962774772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110467165962774772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2005/01/haaapppyyy-neeeww-yeaaarr-i-had-heart.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110442118204757498</id><published>2004-12-30T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T00:00:11.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ONE MORE DAY AND IT'S 2005!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;this is proving to be one of my happiest Christmas seasons yet. i spent it with super duper uber special people, it just makes me so happy inside. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MARIA&lt;/span&gt;.. i missed you guys! it's a shame i wasn't there when some of you finally arrived. why Starbucks, Araneta of all places? oh heck, i'd go anywhere just to see you guys again. I LOVE YOU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Maria2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Maria.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MY BELOVED LITTLE DRUNKARDS&lt;/span&gt;.. *lol* Tin, Meluh, Catsky, Midori, Ka-on, Caloy, Peejie.. i never thought drinking with you would be so much fun. thank you for being there during my first 'tipsy' moment (if that's what it is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/Cahtishaus.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click &lt;a href="http://www.pbase.com/anjie2"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; for more pics, dahlin. ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let's just say that some things that happened during that night can't be divulged in a public domain such as this blog. kala ko ang babait niyo, gago kayo. *lol* i don't think the things we did would upset our beloved God though. basta ang mag-ingay, patay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michaelaaaa, though you were only there by phone, you were part of it, too! Tita Gianna and Ate May, thanks for making the sleepover fun! Mr. Baterina, thank you for taking the rest home safely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;OUT WITH THE OLD (and bad) ..IN WITH THE NEW (and good)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i finally managed to clean my room, get rid of old files, and even update my wow-it-still-exists friendster account. its damn liberating. i've no plans of getting rid of anything (or anyone..*lol*), but there are some things that really need to be kicked off the curb. i'm getting rid of bad habits, bad vibes, bad people (bye Sir Chuck haha).. and am looking forward to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resumption of classes&lt;/em&gt;: I miss A1. I miss R06. I miss my classmates. I miss the Caf! I miss my katambayans. Heck, I miss Arrrneeeow!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Summer&lt;/em&gt;: Summer class! Tali Beach with the `shells (tuloy ba to mela?)! TNT training! Yellow, polka-dot bikinis! Beaaacch! &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;My 18th Birthday&lt;/em&gt;: I'm gonna be legal this year and i want a rockin party with booze, wasted people and all that shebang!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;em&gt;Soph year&lt;/em&gt;: I'm not a freshie anymore and i can bully the new ones.. yeeey! joke lang. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;i also look forward to inane things such as growing my hair chest-length, growing taller (as if), seeing Sandara Park in person.. ladida. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but more importantly, i look forward to winning more friends and keeping the special ones, becoming better in school, making something of myself... basically just finding my place under the sun and growing into a wiser, stronger, &lt;em&gt;better&lt;/em&gt; person. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;as Catsky always sez, give me &lt;em&gt;snaps&lt;/em&gt;, bebeh. ;P&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;marquee behavior="alternate" width="600"  style="color:yellow;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/marquee&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110442118204757498?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110442118204757498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110442118204757498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110442118204757498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110442118204757498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/one-more-day-and-its-2005-this-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110398883914738864</id><published>2004-12-25T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T23:58:03.543+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;let me begin by saying that i had a really fun Christmas. not because i got a lot of loot from under the Christmas tree or because i got to kiss someone under a mistletoe (i wish). its because i spent it with the people i love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;i know you were expecting that.. its so cliche. *eye roll* but its true. i hope you had as much fun as i did peeps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with only one hour left before Christmas Day ends.. i make the following wishes (ok..ito na yung boring part.. skip niyo na to! haha..): i wish..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. for WORLD PEACE&lt;br /&gt;2. that the country becomes united, with the opposition and the government arriving to a truce (naxxx..)&lt;br /&gt;3. that people whose lives have been affected by calamities get their lives back on track&lt;br /&gt;4. that i get to see all my friends again (miss you!)&lt;br /&gt;5. that someone who'll love me finally comes along (maybe in 48 years haha)&lt;br /&gt;6. for good health for my loved ones&lt;br /&gt;7. that for just one day, nothing bad will happen (walang nakawan, molestiyahan, at patayan!)&lt;br /&gt;8. that i get good grades (i think i should work for this instead.. hehe)&lt;br /&gt;9. that everybody changes for the better&lt;br /&gt;10. for a prosperous and happy new year for everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;wala lang. i miss IV - Maria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="santos" src="http://images.quizilla.com/Z/zharmione/1073009683_ariasantos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS ulit!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110398883914738864?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110398883914738864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110398883914738864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110398883914738864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110398883914738864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/merry-christmas-let-me-begin-by-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110347274544637225</id><published>2004-12-19T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T00:21:14.326+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#00000e;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00000e;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;OUT OF TOUCH...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the weekend at The Peninsula hotel in Makati with my family. we were greeted by sprawling gardens, a facade sparkling with christmas lights and gold ornaments, uniformed busboys and hostesses who fit right into the pages of Cosmo or FHM. inside was a 20-foot Christmas tree with gifts from upscale stores below it, a chi-chi crowd (among whom i saw Gretchen Barretto) and the Philharmonic Orchestra playing Christmas songs. oohh.. i feel Christmas! .... NOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when we finally checked-in, i left the hotel room and walked to nearby G4. i was able to do 4 rounds of the mall.. alone. i walked amidst the crowd of couples, families and friends who came to do their Christmas shopping. and there i was.. alone. i was thinking of my friends PJ and Ishi who i'd probably be having fun with if i weren't stuck in makati.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i felt a pang of loneliness and went to McCafe for a stupid latte. (hey that rhymes!) Starbucks is still the best. (ok..ok.. that's beside the point!) sitting there.. looking around.. i just friggin missed my old friends. i'm always with my blockmates right now (who are a lot of fun to be with), but nothing beats being with old friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just feel so out of touch.. i don't even know what's happening to my high school friends right now. before college, i feared that this would happen and it did. *sigh* right now i just wish i'd be morphed back into my old self and just be sitting in my 4th yr classroom.. or out with my old friends..just like things were before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my Christmas would be happier if only they're around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IV-Mere Maria.. the Bombshells.. the Sexballs.. the Superfriends..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff33;"&gt;I MISS YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00000e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00000e;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110347274544637225?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110347274544637225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110347274544637225&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110347274544637225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110347274544637225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/out-of-touch.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110316443677656133</id><published>2004-12-16T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-16T10:39:23.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff66;"&gt;ON BREAK-UPS, HEARTACHE AND FINDING LOVE... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometime ago, on the front page of blogspot was an advert on the blog of a so called BreakUpBabe - a blogger who gained notoriety by writing about her love life. she just got herself a column in The New York Times. something good can crop up from a break-up after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;her blog is comprised mainly of chronicles of - yep, you guessed it - her break-ups. since she blogs regularly, you can just guess how many people she dates in a week and how many she breaks up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all around me right now, i see break-ups galore. and i also see the same behavior in other people: when their past relationships don't work out, they go look for someone new immediately. there's this guy i know who's only 15 years old, but has girls coming in and out of his life as if he were a revolving door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it makes falling in love seem like an easter egg hunt. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that makes me think: &lt;em&gt;is that how casual falling in love is right now? that when things don't work out you look for a replacement? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i, for one, am perfectly happy without a boyfriend. it has actually been 3 years since i've had one. and i don't feel bad for myself. hey, there are people who've had no boyfriends since birth. i must admit though, it gets a little lonely when you see happy couples passing you by, or with no one to hug when it's Christmas or Valentine's Day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;however, there is no way that i am LOOKING for that someone. i prefer to wait. despite the many times that i've been burned, &lt;em&gt;i still believe that there is someone out there who'll genuinely love me.. someone as crazy about me, as i am crazy about him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so people, &lt;em&gt;quit searching&lt;/em&gt;. for the meantime, &lt;em&gt;love yourself instead.. so that you'll be a better person when the right one comes.. &lt;/em&gt;when you become &lt;em&gt;somebody's somebody.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watchin' lovers walkin' Hand in hand they pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Wish i was one of them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wish i had somebody &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wakin' up beside me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking into my eyes at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want a love to call my own&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want someone that I can hold&lt;br /&gt;I want someone wanting me&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel how it feels to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody's somebody &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone's someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some sweet lover's lover &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be that one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone faithful to someone faithful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone kind to someone kind to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody to somebody who loves me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending all of my time&lt;br /&gt;Spending all my time on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Where is that someone who I can give my time to?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Searching for that lover&lt;br /&gt;With the love that will change my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want two arms to hold me close &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want the thing I need most&lt;br /&gt;Somebody needing me&lt;br /&gt;So i can feel how it feels to be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody's somebody &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone's someone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some sweet lover's lover &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna be that one &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone faithful to someone faithful &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone kind to someone kind to me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somebody to somebody who loves me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Christina Aguilera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110316443677656133?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110316443677656133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110316443677656133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110316443677656133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110316443677656133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-break-ups-heartache-and-finding.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110299727786956454</id><published>2004-12-14T13:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T12:07:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>after three weeks this song still keeps playing in my head... accckk total LSS mode. i've managed to pass the LSS to my blockmates haha. i super love this song.. kahit wala akong boo. ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;There's always that one person&lt;br /&gt;That will always have your heart&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see it coming&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're blinded from the start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Know that you're that one for me&lt;br /&gt;It's clear for everyone to see&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby ooh you'll always be my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know bout cha'll&lt;br /&gt;But I know about us and uh&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way&lt;br /&gt;We know how to rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know bout cha'll&lt;br /&gt;But I know about us and uh&lt;br /&gt;This is the only way&lt;br /&gt;We know how to rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember girl&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who gave you your first kiss&lt;br /&gt;Cause I remember girl&lt;br /&gt;I was the one who said put your lips like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before all the fame and &lt;br /&gt;People screaming your name&lt;br /&gt;Girl I was there when you were my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;It started when we were younger&lt;br /&gt;You were mine my boo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now another brother's taking over&lt;br /&gt;But its still in your eyes my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even though we used to argue it's alright&lt;br /&gt;I know we haven't seen each other&lt;br /&gt;In awhile but you will always be my boo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with you when we were younger&lt;br /&gt;You were mine my boo&lt;br /&gt;And I see it from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see it no matter&lt;br /&gt;How I try to hide my boo&lt;br /&gt;Even though there's another man who's in my life&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I remember boy&lt;br /&gt;Cause after we kissed&lt;br /&gt;I could only think about your lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes I remember boy&lt;br /&gt;The moment I knew you were the one &lt;br /&gt;I could spend my life with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before all the fame&lt;br /&gt;And people screaming your name&lt;br /&gt;I was there and you were my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in love with you when we were younger&lt;br /&gt;You were mine my boo&lt;br /&gt;And I see it from time to time&lt;br /&gt;I still feel like my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see it no matter&lt;br /&gt;How I try to hide my boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Even though there's another man who's in my life&lt;br /&gt;You will always be my boo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110299727786956454?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110299727786956454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110299727786956454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110299727786956454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110299727786956454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/after-three-weeks-this-song-still.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110285495419684942</id><published>2004-12-12T20:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T20:43:12.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/SnApShOt01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RANDOM THOUGHTS OF THE SICK PSYCHO PICTURED ABOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) have you heard Regine Velasquez's jingle for Skin White whitening lotion? it plays incessantly on the airwaves. if you haven't noticed, the radio stations play it simultaneously. sometimes, there's a 30-second to 1-minute interval between plays. it's stuck in my head, and it's not even LSS worthy. good marketing strategy there.. but i'm not yet at the point of reaching for Skin White at the grocery shelves. oh uh.. did you notice that the girl the commercial looks like a female version of Dennis Trillo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) NSTP is such a hassle for my block. halfway through the route to Las Pinas (which took us 2 hours the last time) we were sent back to Ateneo. we woke up early, got dressed and even brought food for the children. sayaaa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img style="WIDTH: 135px; HEIGHT: 120px" height="120" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v370/thisisanj/SnApShOt12.jpg" width="317" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) last saturday at cantina, while enjoying our merienda, this odd guy approached us. so far, he's now the biggest lunatic i know. mamamatay na raw siya. atenean daw cya dati. it was ok at first, till he sat with us and shared his green jokes. he smelled of alcohol. freaaakky pare. buti nakalabas kami ng buhay sa cantina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) my blockmate, Princess is asking for prayers for her mom, who was just diagnosed with breast cancer, and for her uncle, who is currently in a coma. please include them in your prayers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5) kelangan ko na mag-aral. tuloy ko bukas hehe. wish me luck.. LIT and MATH tests this week. ;D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110285495419684942?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110285495419684942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110285495419684942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110285495419684942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110285495419684942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/random-thoughts-of-sick-psycho.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110266506783257371</id><published>2004-12-10T15:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T16:15:41.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there seems to be a block crisis in A1. the people dont feel like going out anymore..  and when we do spend time together we're not as noisy as we used to be. that left me, Alicia and Sab together. we decided that this is just a phase. what's happening?!?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cguro tumatambay lang sila lahat with their old friends. which reminds me.. when was the last time i went out with my old friends? i seriously need to see you guys...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MICA -  i miss our rowdy nigguh pimp and what's uHHHper days. what's uHHHp na?! you still rock my world.. cuz ur so funny.. basta.. i need to see you na.. was supposed to go to UP today pra dlawin ka kaso la ako way home. dalaw ako minsan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAHTI - i see you everyday, so i don't miss you. joooowwwk! i miss your back-breaking hugs and sloppy kisses. give me some more. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DA - i miss your wet hands. i wanna hold them again. i miss eating with you cuz you're so takaw. let's have our good ol Cinnamon Swirl sometime..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ISHI - ka-on! where are you? i dont see you in school anymore. forget about fart face. im here for you. i miss you and i wanna hold your pasmado hands and kiss your nose again. mwah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUNSO - i have nothing much to say.. just that, without you i feel so empty.. like my hand was cut off. (wahehehe..) u rock my world. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEEJIE - hindi kita namimiss kasi katext at nakikita kita halos araw araw. sawang sawa na ako sa iyo at sa pang-aasar mo sa akin. ipamimigay na kita kay candice. jooooowk! i miss you too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COYCEE - wala kang tagboard.. san ako magsusulat ng komento? miss na kita. ang cute mo sa pic. lalo kita namimiss kasi ang cute mo. wala lang. nakaupo ka ba sa toilet nung pinicturan yan? mukha kang masaya. success ba? =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU... =*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawdamn..i feel this urge to give you guys a bear hug, if only i could see you ryt now. hug me when you see me awryt? =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110266506783257371?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110266506783257371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110266506783257371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110266506783257371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110266506783257371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110258445509921935</id><published>2004-12-09T19:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T17:27:35.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HELLO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wanna say that i'm.. well.. happy. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110258445509921935?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110258445509921935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110258445509921935&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110258445509921935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110258445509921935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110240705464521617</id><published>2004-12-07T15:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T16:18:41.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hi. go to mass tomorrow. it's a day of obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehe wala lang. i have an appointment to the dentist again tomorrow. Kuya Alds aka Bunso, sa Mega Plaza yung dentist ko. the last time i went to the dentist dapat kakatok ako sa unit niyo eh. kaso shy ako. hihihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were asked to interpret a song for poetry class and i chose "The Scientist" by Coldplay. now i can't get it out of my head. i especially loved it when it was used as part of Wicker Park (one of my fave movies), in the scene where Matt and Lisa got back together. it redeemed the whole chaos of the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's the kind of song that rouses deep emotions, whether a person could relate to it or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;perfect for that time when you want to &lt;em&gt;reconcile&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;start anew&lt;/em&gt;..(uuyy hint! hint! Mela Jonin!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come up to meet ya, tell you I'm sorry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You don't know how lovely you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I had to find you, tell you I need you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell you I set you apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tell me your secrets, and nurse me your questions&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh lets go back to the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running in circles, coming in tails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Heads on a science apart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's such a shame for us to part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh take me back to the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was just guessing at numbers and figures&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pulling the puzzles apart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Questions of science, science and progress&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do not speak as loud as my heart&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh and I rush to the start&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Running in circles, chasing tails&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Coming back as we are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh it's such a shame for us to part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nobody said it was easy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one ever said it would be so hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm going back to the start...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110240705464521617?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110240705464521617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110240705464521617&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110240705464521617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110240705464521617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/hi.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110231792056970839</id><published>2004-12-06T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T15:30:42.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting at CPK with my family, waiting for our order. a girl walks in with her mother and father. she's wearing a Poveda baseball jersey. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think,"O, that's a cute uniform." it says CARA on the sleeves. the girl turns her back. jersey number: 23. surname: SAN VICENTE (in big bold letters).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Cara San Vicente. why does that name ring a bell? hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it hit me. OH. MY. GOD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the people who just walked in are my ex boyfriend's family. i didn't recognize them at first. it took me a while to remember their faces, but im damn sure its them. surprisingly, he wasn't with them. i feel relieved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think, "But what if he's on his way?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quick! Quick! make a beeline for the exit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i excused myself from the table, saying i wanted to go look at something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i headed for the door..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guess who walked in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantananan.. my ex. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know. its so predictable. just like a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we looked at each other for a split second. just smiles. no hellos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if ur reading this, (which i know ur not) : helloooooo Anton! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;that's odd. these days, people from my past keep coming back to haunt me. ok lang sakin na bumalik sila.. wag lang sana yung mga yumao na. nyeeeee! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. enough of the trifle.. and of the inane..moving on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY GLOBE PREPAID KA BA?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;help those who were affected by the Typhoon! Red Cross and Globe have a fund raiser to help these people get their lives back on track! Whatever amount you donate from your prepaid account will be given to charity. you can donate in 5, 25, 50 and 100 denominations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Text RED &lt;amount&gt; to 2899. P1 per transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o dba? free advert sa blog hahaha. kung tumulong ka, pagpalain ka sana ni God. I THINK YOU'RE HOT. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110231792056970839?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110231792056970839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110231792056970839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110231792056970839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110231792056970839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-sitting-at-cpk-with-my-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110212296554803737</id><published>2004-12-04T09:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T09:16:05.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>lam niyo ba... 3 am na ko nakatulog kahapon... i was the only one left awake in our entire house.. pati si kuya alds aka bunso tulog na rin... i was so sleepy i forgot to pray before i went to sleep. baaaad. baaad. bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nde na nga ako nagaaral nakalimutan ko pa magdasal. im such a bad girl. kill me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been neglecting two important things in my life - my studies and God. i'm so sorry God.. =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i promise to be a good girl na. and i'm doing this for Him. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. it's quite a sunny day today. i hope this will last for the rest of the year, so that our unfortunate brethren will have a comfortable and happy Christmas. Yoyong kasi eh. panira. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 days till Christmas. i guess i've grown a little more mature now. i don't expect to see anything under the Christmas tree for me. basta ung mga may balak magbigay sakin ng gift eto wishlist ko:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. WORLD PEACE&lt;br /&gt;2. ALLEVIATION OF POVERTY&lt;br /&gt;3. LOVE (nde lovelife ha.. basta love hehe)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... and you don't have to have it gift-wrapped. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110212296554803737?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110212296554803737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110212296554803737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110212296554803737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110212296554803737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/lam-niyo-ba.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110209168411823054</id><published>2004-12-03T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T00:40:16.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;LIFE IS ONE BIG PARTY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is, for someone who can manage to go out everyday of the week and stay up til 2 am on a schoolday because of damn texting and uber long phone conversations. for two weeks, this was all i did. like any other party, my life had one big hangover too - irresponsibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daayuumm. sa sobrang kakalabas ko naging slacker na ako. i was the one who was most surprised about it. for someone so OC like me, it was so unlikely to take things as they come, which is what happened during the last fortnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;instead of taking note of my homework in my notebook like i used to, i'd try to remember them instead. syempre nakakalimutan ko. instead of fixing my stuff the night before like i used to, i'd do it right before leaving for school. syempre may naiiwan ako. because i'd forget stuff, i had to cut some periods to make up for my forgetfulness. i even tried doing homework on the day it would be passed. in a word, my school week was chaotic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never imagined myself like this. i was having a great time, alright, but i took the most important things for granted. i promise to be a good girl now. i'll cut down on gimmicks, texting and phone use. i'll organize my schedule and prioritize. this seems like a no brainer, but i forgot to do it. tsk tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. what happened for the past two weeks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;- watched National Treasure with blockmates. we were looking forward to watching Alexander, but we missed it. bad trip ako sobra.. un pala ang ganda hehe =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY&lt;br /&gt;- astig P.E. class. nag skip rope ako..wala lang. tambay with AComm. starbucks with A1. as usual, agawan cla sa sticker para makuha ung planner na napaka panget naman. hehehe. Mica, uminom ako ng Toffee Nut Latte. wala lang. =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY&lt;br /&gt;- scoured through AMA mall. Fidz and Prime got voodoo dolls for P100. hello? waste of money!&lt;br /&gt;- went to Galle for Alexander. had to pay P151 for the movie cuz they had it only in the reserve section. another waste of money! pareserve reserve pa cla.. eh kami lang naman tao sa loob!&lt;br /&gt;- bowling sa skybowl, tapos back to admu. on the way back to admu, and saya sa car ni drew. we were packed, listening to Xtina's antics and singing to "Are You In?" by Incubus. uuuuy block song. =)&lt;br /&gt;- watched lam-ang. P250. waste of money talaaaaagaaa! kuya alds aka bunso and the mere sight of peejie made my day. love my super friends. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and more importantly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was Camile Ilustre's 1st death anniversary. Camile, Cams, baby Cee, wherever you are, you are loved and missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY&lt;br /&gt;- NSTP! 3 hour ride to las pinas. ang init, nakakainip tapos meron pang beggar na kinurot ako! aaaah! not to mention the guys in other jeeps who ogled us. when we got there, our faces were smothered in smog. pinunasan ko ng tissue mukha ko.. pagtingin ko gray yung tissue! lolz.&lt;br /&gt;- 1 hour at the area. gawd, 4 hours of travel and an hour of community service. and ateneo thinks this is such big help. got to know the kids. nakikipag apir sila sakin. astig. it means i rock. \m/&lt;br /&gt;- 1 hour ride back to admu. ang init sa jeep daaaaamn. c edith ang cute nakalawit ung ulo sa bintana ng jeep. hehehe. next time i'll bring a pillow for you EDOY. JD and Edith forevah! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MONDAY&lt;br /&gt;- cut class to do my ES homework. aaaayyaaan kasi nakalimutan! good thing it was just consultation, and we didnt have to come to Eng class. whew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY&lt;br /&gt;- forgot my Math homework. managed to finish it before i left the house. peejie attempted to steal it. argh. ichecheck daw nya. ang feeeeliinngg. oo na mahina na ko sa math! =p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY&lt;br /&gt;- for the first time, i didn't go out during a schoolday. dapat ngayon ako umalis cuz classes were suspended last thursday. and friday. u know what's funny? i felt like going to school. i actually enjoy school. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow, i will fix the things i need for school and start anew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life will all be about striking a balance between work and fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all, my mantra is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;HARD&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;PARTY&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HARDER! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110209168411823054?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110209168411823054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110209168411823054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110209168411823054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110209168411823054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/life-is-one-big-party.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110187201839033940</id><published>2004-12-01T11:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-01T11:33:38.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hai.. guess what? nag blog ako ng sobrang haba tapos nabura lang. bukas na nga lang. ARGH. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, i miss this blog. and i miss my friends! i miss you alllll!!! =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110187201839033940?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110187201839033940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110187201839033940&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110187201839033940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110187201839033940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/12/hai.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110110319211281425</id><published>2004-11-22T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T13:59:52.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;dysmennorhea is deadly.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ang sakit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;ang sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;ang sakit sakit!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during times like this, i hate being a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent the whole day writhing in pain. thank God ES was a free cut, so i'm here at Rizal with Alicia and Kat to kill time before the others get dismissed. i hope i manage to walk to Starbucks later. fidz, drew, henny... if i faint, please carry me to the infirmary. hehehe =) &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110110319211281425?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110110319211281425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110110319211281425&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110110319211281425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110110319211281425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/11/dysmennorhea-is-deadly.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110099154333710259</id><published>2004-11-21T06:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T07:31:14.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i have not been asleep for 24 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel numb. i lost when i challenged my heart's immutable refusal to weep. no tears would roll down my cheeks, just when i know they're supposed to. no feelings of anguish, sadness or remorse. numb. cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe im not numb. maybe i just became sober. and that's what i have been praying for.. to see the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with that prayer finally answered, i'll start my day with a prayer of thanks:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank you God, for showing me that greater things are ahead of me. I am wrong to resent You sometimes when the pain I'm experiencing is too much to bear, when I feel that there's no one to reach out to. You, countless cold nights and my tear-soaked pillow are the only witnesses to my suffering. Yet, with You, I feel enough comfort to help see me through. I know that every pain you give me is a blessing, and a lesson in disguise. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Please bless the people who have hurt me, and hold them in the palm of Your hand, for they make me a wiser, stronger, more compassionate person.. Please allow me to be able to learn further how to forgive and share love, just as these people have taught me. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;SOBER - Jennifer Paige&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I see the light, oh what a light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am sober&lt;br /&gt;All that you served to me&lt;br /&gt;No longer will I drink it in&lt;br /&gt;I took the time to think it over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I see the you that I never knew&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's finally sinking in&lt;br /&gt;I am sober&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110099154333710259?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110099154333710259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110099154333710259&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110099154333710259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110099154333710259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-have-not-been-asleep-for-24-hours.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110096503653860666</id><published>2004-11-20T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T23:37:16.540+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"When you see something from afar, you develop a fantasy. But when look at it up close, 9 times out of 10, you wish you hadn't." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                                                                                                      - Josh Hartnett, Wicker Park&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all this time i've been seeing a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;dead star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long extinguished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet placed, so high, so alive, on a pedestal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here in my own little world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i reached for that star..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though actuality robbed me of that dream..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i wasn't bestowed of what i thought i deserved..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though it drained my heart of all the love it had wanted so much to devote..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it handed me the &lt;strong&gt;truth&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110096503653860666?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110096503653860666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110096503653860666&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110096503653860666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110096503653860666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-you-see-something-from-afar-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110075363505297640</id><published>2004-11-18T18:48:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T12:53:55.053+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i now have a new fave movie. Wicker Park. saw it last Friday at Eastwood with my blockmates. we loved it so much, we now call ourselves the Wicker Park friends. baduuuuuy. Xtina and i were supposed to review it for English class, but the whole bunch came along. We went back to school after for the Acomm GA. Ang saya.. kaso lang umuwi ako ng maaga. as usual,yung curfew ko, 6 pm pa rin. =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The review went well. we teamed up with Mark and Pau and took 20 minutes of class time. hahaha. Elmo didnt cut me off, for once. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm.. what else? oh. i'm not attending ACP. i really had no plans of going, but the urge to cut grew stronger when Fidz asked me if i wanna cut. Fiiidzzz! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free day tomorrow! i'm gonna use it to sleep, use the fone and study instead. wanna be a DL this sem. i'm inspired. =P nako nako.. sinabi ko pa dito ung plano ko. pag nde ako nag DL pahiya ako! wahahahaha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110075363505297640?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110075363505297640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110075363505297640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110075363505297640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110075363505297640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-now-have-new-fave-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</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-7733380.post-110052182810502802</id><published>2004-11-15T19:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T20:30:28.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>underneath the guise of smile&lt;br /&gt;gradually i'm dying inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wear my disguise&lt;br /&gt;till i go home at night&lt;br /&gt;and i turn out all the lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then i breakdown and cry...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7733380-110052182810502802?l=thisisanj.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/feeds/110052182810502802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7733380&amp;postID=110052182810502802&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110052182810502802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7733380/posts/default/110052182810502802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thisisanj.blogspot.com/2004/11/underneath-guise-of-smile-gradually-im.html' title=''/><author><name>Rare Fare</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15576608792244200521</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
