<?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-16640098</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:28:27.118+08:00</updated><category term='supplier'/><category term='love'/><category term='wedding'/><title type='text'>In Touch</title><subtitle type='html'>laughters, joys, pains, tears, absentmindedness, love... just pure intentions... a life worth living</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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for bedtime. you tucked yourself in and have a feel of your pillows.  after 5 minutes, you find yourself turning to your laptop... you've got 2 minutes to think if you're going to turn it on... and you tried to hold back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you just can't sleep... your mind is struggling between wanting to shut your eyes or keep it wide open... now you're thinking... and having a hard time sleeping... then you end up surfing the web... watching youtube videos... reading tweets... posting shouts on fb... like... comment... like... like... shout... chat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indulgence... it's 4 am and you're still hooked up on the small screen...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when will sleep come to visit you... anna...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-6028971119088793699?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-7080563436981989467</id><published>2011-09-13T23:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:30:17.392+08:00</updated><title type='text'>separation anxiety...</title><content type='html'>in the next two months, i'll be living all by myself. it made me feel so sad thinking that my two beautiful angels will be away from me. the once noisy house i used to live will be very quiet i guess... i'll be missing being awaken by their laughter...  my  niece coming over my room to wake me up... going home and receiving big hugs from the kids... eating together and talking a lot... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* so hard to being used to living with a family and now shifting to being with just myself... i hope they'll miss me too...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-893243570331954505</id><published>2010-07-24T20:49:00.015+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T20:57:58.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>suffer in silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;there are words you want to express but it's just too difficult to say...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;there are feelings you want to show but you prefer to hold back..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you wanted to believe there's something... but it saddens you when there's really none...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;you always seek for companionship... for happiness... for love...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;but emptiness is where you fall...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #f3f3f3; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;now you suffer in silence...&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" 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MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Try to solve the puzzles in your own sweet time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Some may have more cash than you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Others take a different view&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; My, oh, my, hey hey hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; All I know, all I know love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Time asks no questions it goes on without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Leaving you behind if you can't stand the pace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; The world keeps on spinning can't stop it if you tried to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; The best part is danger staring you in the face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Whoa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; All I know, all I know love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Listen as your day unfolds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Challenge what the future holds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Try and keep your head up to the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Others they may cause your tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Go ahead release your fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; My, oh, my, hey, hey, hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; All I know, all I know love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You got to be bold, you got to be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You got to be wise, don't ever say it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You got to be hard, not too too hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; All I know is love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Love, love, love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Love, love, love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Love, love, love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Love, love, love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; All I know, all I know love will save the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be bold, you gotta be wiser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be hard, you gotta be tough, you gotta be stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; You gotta be cool, you gotta be calm, you gotta stay together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; All I know, all I know love will save...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; The day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Oooh, oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: magenta; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt; Oooh, oooh, oooh oooh, oooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;input id="jsProxy" onclick="jsCall();" type="hidden" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-7345967189069386676?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7345967189069386676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=7345967189069386676&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/7345967189069386676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/7345967189069386676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-remedy-song.html' title='my remedy song ;)'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-173759272857531850</id><published>2010-01-02T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T23:20:08.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aren't we just lovely ;-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;she's my bundle of joy... she never left me when i was depressed... she made me smile even in my saddest moments... she lighten up my darkest days... i really loved her though she's not my kid... but she's someone i can't get enough of...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;my little bora ;-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sz9fSGoC7mI/AAAAAAAAADY/Arp6BeLC-ZI/s1600-h/happiness+076.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sz9fSGoC7mI/AAAAAAAAADY/Arp6BeLC-ZI/s320/happiness+076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sz9bTeK7GyI/AAAAAAAAACo/QxMVeqxjQE8/s1600-h/IMG_0858.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/173759272857531850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2010/01/arent-we-just-lovely.html' title='aren&apos;t we just lovely ;-)'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sz9fSGoC7mI/AAAAAAAAADY/Arp6BeLC-ZI/s72-c/happiness+076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-7334294123736780005</id><published>2010-01-02T21:44:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T21:46:29.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my favorite lines from 500 days of summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="7a6112a551c72eb526271bb852debf81" autocomplete="off" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);" class="note_header"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rachel Hansen : "I know you think that she was the one, but I don't. I only think you're just remembering the good stuff... Next time you look back, I think you should look again." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tom: Knew what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: What I was never sure of with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tom: Look, we don't have to put a label on it. That's fine. I get it. But, you know, I just... I need some consistency.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tom: I need to know that you're not gonna wake up in the morning and feel differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: And I can't give you that. Nobody can. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tom: Knew what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: What I was never sure of with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: You weren't wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Rachel Hansen: Just because she's likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tom: People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; ______________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tom: What happens when you fall in love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Summer: You believe in that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; Tom: It's love, it's not Santa Claus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; *sigh*  watched this movie on christmas day and new years day :-)  and i cried... *sigh* my remedy movie, i guess hehehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-7334294123736780005?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/7334294123736780005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=7334294123736780005&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/7334294123736780005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/7334294123736780005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2010/01/my-favorite-lines-from-500-days-of.html' title='my favorite lines from 500 days of summer'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-1605590635018621872</id><published>2009-12-19T23:08:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T00:07:09.766+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sweetest pain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;looking back at what happened to me made me realize that life is not always a bed of roses.  not all drama we wat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ched on tv are make-believe... it does happen in real life. the biggest drama in my life happened when my fiance called off the wedding! it was august 26... everything has been set... the date... venue... rings... favors... entourage... sponsors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz4cybEjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Xg-wxI1A5bc/s1600-h/13526229_475.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz4cybEjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Xg-wxI1A5bc/s200/13526229_475.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416977625275206962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz2OH5bL4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JaxYSLuGXkQ/s1600-h/myweddingcord.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz2OH5bL4I/AAAAAAAAACQ/JaxYSLuGXkQ/s200/myweddingcord.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975174318370690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz2NUH5qbI/AAAAAAAAACA/JzRCSHSoQWc/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz2NUH5qbI/AAAAAAAAACA/JzRCSHSoQWc/s200/IMG_0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975160420444594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz2NzCXZPI/AAAAAAAAACI/n-2cPME32Cg/s1600-h/IMG_0118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz2NzCXZPI/AAAAAAAAACI/n-2cPME32Cg/s200/IMG_0118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416975168718726386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the effort... time... love... everything was put to waste...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four long years... not bad at all... never had a big fight... almost perfect... but the perfect times ended... in just a snap... happy thoughts turned to sad ones...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;painful... devastating... my heart totally damaged... i thought i'll never recover... almost died...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but God has His way of saving me... saving me from a bigger problem and more painful experience.  this is His way... painful yes... but it's the best way.  His own sweetest way of making me realize how He loves me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am saved... this is the sweetest pain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-1605590635018621872?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/1605590635018621872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=1605590635018621872&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/1605590635018621872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/1605590635018621872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/12/sweetest-pain.html' title='sweetest pain...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Syz4cybEjTI/AAAAAAAAACY/Xg-wxI1A5bc/s72-c/13526229_475.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-3548786956098276011</id><published>2009-12-19T23:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:07:36.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>saved from the fires of hell...</title><content type='html'>I was supposed to get married today... Yes today, December 19, 2009. But it was called off, i got dumped! It was painful... Wickedly devastating, I was miserable... But then i thought... WHAT THE HECK?! I am totally free! And it feels good to be FREE! I imagined how my life's gonna be like to be with the person who's not really "the one". Surely it's gonna be like hell after tomorrow! WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... Thank God! I am saved... Saved from the fires of hell.  The coming days will be heaven for me. I am better off single but not alone. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness! ;-)   &lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-3548786956098276011?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3548786956098276011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=3548786956098276011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/3548786956098276011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/3548786956098276011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/12/saved-from-fires-of-hell.html' title='saved from the fires of hell...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-8309390879258631343</id><published>2009-06-21T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:16:22.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lab Test – Checking My Sugar Level</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;6 am --- me and Erick went to Capitol for my lab test.  No food intake and water since 10 pm the other night.  It’s really early but it’s better actually.  Wala akong kasabay sa laboratory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The procedure was really painful… guess how many times I got injected to get blood samples… THREE!!!  Waaaahhhhh!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first was ok… just the usual prick of a needle for blood tests.  But the nurse explained to me that there would be another after an hour… he made me drink a cold juice also but it was soooo sweet.  It’s the glucose stuff and the hardest part there is that I cannot drink water… he only allows me to sip… as in konting konting sip… grabe!!! I almost throw up…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobrang torture… no food, no water… and my bf needs to eat breakfast before going to work… can you imagine me watching him while eating.  He’s fascinating hehe coz he still bought me one bottled water… which I can’t drink at all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the waiting is over… I went back to lab for my second shot.  Another torture… the vein on my left arm is not visible… the nurse said that it’s very thin… and then he injected the needle… and it was sooooooooooooooo painful!!!! OOOUUUUCCCCHHHH!!!!  Coz, he can’t find the vein, but then the needle was already inside my skin and he keeps on tapping a part of my arm while the host was wrapped tightly on to it! Waaahhhhhhh!!!!  I told him to stop coz it really hurt.  So what he did was to go back to my right arm where the first syringe was injected.  Then he said, “malapit na ma’am matapos yung paghihirap nyo… after an hour, balik ka ulit for the last shot.”  Whatduh???!!!  Another injection???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I do… I asked for this… I can’t just back out.  Then there I was… waiting again for another hour to pass… and turok again for the last time… haayyy…  but this time, the nurse really tried to find my vein on my left arm and it was a success!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was already almost 11 when I finished with my lab tests and I was really starving and thirsty.  Then for a week, I had these four purple marks in my two arms… tsk tsk tsk… terrible…&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/16640098-8309390879258631343?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8309390879258631343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=8309390879258631343&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/8309390879258631343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/8309390879258631343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/06/lab-test-checking-my-sugar-level.html' title='Lab Test – Checking My Sugar Level'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-6830260178860461232</id><published>2009-06-21T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:15:51.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pre-Conception Check Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;Getting married takes a lot of preparation.  It is one way of checking if you’re really okay before you give your whole self to someone.  It’s knowing whether you’re capable of having a baby or not.  And it takes a lot of courage knowing you’re health and what’s going on with your body.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had my first meeting with my OBGYNE last June 3 and this was actually my first time to have a regular doctor to check on me.  I had my papsmear and well, it was kinda creepy.  I was all nervous that my hands and body were shaking after the procedure.  It was really awkward and I just can’t stop shaking… my mom even asked me why I was shaking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my ob explained the need to start taking folic acid --- it’s a vitamin for a healthy preconception I guess… then she has to see my sugar levels and if I have ovulation.  So I was scheduled for a lab test and transvaginal ultrasound.  Lab test may be done anytime when I am free.  I just need to fast starting 10 pm and have my lab at 6 am the next morning.  Then I was also scheduled on June 10 to have my transvi ultrasound.  I have to drink lots of water and pee before the procedure.  The result of papsmear would be after a week and I’ll be going straight to my doctor for the assessment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really decided to have my ob even prior to my “soon-to-be” pregnancy.  I really want to know if everything’s normal to me.  Also, cervical cancer is hype these days.  All the talks and stuff am reading about this scares me a lot.  However, it’s really costly to have the vaccine.  Dr. Quiambao is my ob from Capitol Medical and she’s really good and very dependable.  She explains everything.  With all the numbers she listed on anti cervical cancer vaccine to the pre-conception check up, I really tried to catch up on the terminologies and instructions.  All the more that I like her because she’s really open and answers all my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The Secretary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Maribel is the name of Dr. Quiambao’s secretary.  She looks scary and not so friendly.  At first I really hate her because she seems to have an attitude problem.  I first met her when I accompanied my mother for check up.  We were endorsed to Dr. Quiambao’s clinic (which is why I also decided to have her as my ob).  Somehow, doctors should choose a pretty and friendly secretary because that’s the first person you’ll meet in the clinic.  Hehe, Maribel is the opposite. J  But after a series of appointments with Dr. Quiambao, she seems to treat us differently… from being Ms. Sungit to Ms. Friendly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I just can’t forget her in one of our appointments… she asked me, “ano po yun?” and I told her, “may appointment kme with Dr. Quiambao.”  She answered, “Dr. Quiambao or Dra. Quiambao?”  Then I said, “hmmm Dra. Quiambao…”  Then I checked the name signage on the door… there might be another doctor in the clinic similar with the other clinics in that floor.  To my surprise and hahaha, it was really funny… there’s no other doctor in that clinic other than Dr. / Dra. Quiambao!!!  LOL!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Hmmm… funny girl…&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/16640098-6830260178860461232?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/6830260178860461232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=6830260178860461232&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/6830260178860461232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/6830260178860461232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/06/pre-conception-check-up.html' title='Pre-Conception Check Up'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-8704134499787775124</id><published>2009-06-07T10:42:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:04:24.821+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supplier'/><title type='text'>valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;How can one celebrate this special day without splurging or spending?  Fine dining, romantic setup, great food and sophisticated, classy venue… and yet not even a dime was spent??!!! Wow… how could that be?  As for me and my baby, we had this very romantic date without even spending a single centavo… well, just gas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Fine Dining – catered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Romantic Setup – Tiffany Chairs, Flowers and Classic Themed Setup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Great Food – Buffet lunch by CVJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sophisticated Classy Venue – Oasis Manila, Pavilion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Well, last February 14, Erick and I attended the grand food tasting of CVJ at Oasis Manila.  Actually this was the second time we enjoyed the food of CVJ.  We had our first food tasting which was exclusively prepared for us.  Then we were again invited on this grand food tasting so that we could witness the set up of the reception.  I never imagined how the preps will be this exciting! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Actually CVJ was the second caterer we tried (the first being Hizons).  We loved the food and the set up of the reception area.  Hizon’s also have good food especially the dessert and elegant reception set up.  But they can’t provide tiffany chairs for the ceremony setup.  We requested that our guests during the ceremony will be seated with tiffany chairs but Hizon’s limits it only to principal sponsors.  CVJ can provide all tiffany chairs both reception and ceremony setup.  We can’t say any negative stuff about CVJ.  We met Joanne, who in fact is the owner of CVJ and stands as our AE.  She’s very accommodating and open.  She listens and suggests.  They’re not that aggressive in advertising but they are known through word of mouth.  Liza, our AE in Oasis introduced us to CVJ.  She said it right… we never had a problem with CVJ.  Joanne is a hands-on, working President of CVJ.&lt;br /&gt;Our lunch date ended with Erick and I signing up for CVJ as our caterer.  We’ll be meeting Joanne again this June for the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;We continued enjoying this special day attending the bridal fair at megatrade hall.  A lot of brochures and wedding stuff we collected as we roam around the venue.  All these stuff found its way to the trash bin hehe :p  SJT happened to perform in the fair.  I was able to video how they performed the song “I’ll Take Care of You”.  Made me fall in love deeper to Erick.  The music was really enchanting.  We got SJT in the package from Oasis.  It made me more excited to hear them on our wedding day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Things even got better in the evening. Hmmm… not the one you’re thinking of course hehe ;P  We went to see BoyceAvenue at d block!  Haayyy… truly, love is in the air!!!  But we didn’t finish it because of the crowd… grabe dami tao!*sigh* again… what else can I ask for? The two of us together on this special day… cheezy but not corny! :)&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/16640098-8704134499787775124?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/8704134499787775124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=8704134499787775124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/8704134499787775124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/8704134499787775124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/06/valentines-day.html' title='valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-3490178301154658678</id><published>2009-06-06T19:46:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T21:32:52.388+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wedding'/><title type='text'>the venue</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Erick and I started preparing for our wedding as early as January. And lo and behold! It really has to be that early especially when booking for the venue. Grabe... agawan sa date!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;January 10 - we're set to meet Mr. Hardinero (that's how he calls himself) at 6 pm. We wanted a small garden wedding and from the pics I've seen from their website, we were thinking that the place would be ideal for our dream wedding. We were there at 6 pm but there was no one to attend to us. The gate was open and we've been trying to contact them but nobody was there. We waited and waited and waited... still... we didn't have a chance to see the place. Well, we immediately cross Mr. Hardinero out of our list. Nice flowers and landscaping though but we were stood up... negative vibe agad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;The following day, we attended the grand food tasting of Hizons at Oasis Manila. Talk about great food and fabulous set up. But you know what, it's not the food and the set up... it's the place --- Oasis Manila. We easily fell in love with the place. The garden and its landscaping... we really said "wow". And the pavilion... a big place for the reception. It was a really nice place... and here's the catch --- Erick --- he quickly decided to have the wedding there. As in, nagulat ako coz all the while I thought he's not interested with wedding preps... but then sya mismo nagsabi na, "dito na tayo. no need to check another venue." o di ba... demanding ang lolo nyo. He also do the talking... he asked a lot of question to the Hizons AE and also to Liza, our AE from Oasis. She's really very accommodating. And the best thing in her, she blocked our schedule agad. Full packed ang december... we almost lose our date but Liza's really fast with booking. Pay agad kami ng downpayment... kahit kulang hahaha! O di ba... Then that's when we decided to have it on december 19 coz wala ng ibang date na available in Oasis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Here are some pics of the place... spacious sya especially the parking lot. Also good security. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprG-OVOzI/AAAAAAAAABA/S6B6Er4pVnI/s1600-h/P1110049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344201675355011890" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprG-OVOzI/AAAAAAAAABA/S6B6Er4pVnI/s200/P1110049.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*the garden*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprHfLuI_I/AAAAAAAAABY/lB8rh7rc3gc/s1600-h/P1110066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344201684202431474" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprHfLuI_I/AAAAAAAAABY/lB8rh7rc3gc/s200/P1110066.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*the pond*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprHj_IGjI/AAAAAAAAABg/sKm1BH0EtbI/s1600-h/P1110051.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344201685491784242" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprHj_IGjI/AAAAAAAAABg/sKm1BH0EtbI/s200/P1110051.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*pathway*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SipoySVtZTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5uePk1pl30o/s1600-h/P1110048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344199120954156338" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SipoySVtZTI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5uePk1pl30o/s200/P1110048.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*ceremony area*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Siptvx1xUMI/AAAAAAAAABo/9547YkXB9CE/s1600-h/P2140156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344204575428661442" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Siptvx1xUMI/AAAAAAAAABo/9547YkXB9CE/s200/P2140156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*inside the pavilion*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprHLh_osI/AAAAAAAAABI/QGYNkfyM_C4/s1600-h/P1110065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344201678927143618" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprHLh_osI/AAAAAAAAABI/QGYNkfyM_C4/s200/P1110065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;*parking area*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-3490178301154658678?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/3490178301154658678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=3490178301154658678&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/3490178301154658678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/3490178301154658678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/06/venue.html' title='the venue'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiprG-OVOzI/AAAAAAAAABA/S6B6Er4pVnI/s72-c/P1110049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-2745692798751894076</id><published>2009-06-06T19:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T19:44:32.162+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wedding date</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;december 19, 2009 (saturday)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;we never thought it would be in december.  i have been wishing to have my wedding in february... nice weather, love month and it's right after the season when all the bonuses are being given -- hehe talk about budget and stuff.  but then again, my wedding ended up in december. well, not just my wedding but "our" wedding.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;it was a decision made by two heads... two hearts... not just one. not just me alone.  a decision made not because of the weather, not because of the budget, but because we wanted to get married.  we decided together... to be with each other forever... legally on december 19, 2009.  it actually took awhile to sink in to me... that i won't be alone in this life... that there would be that person who would stood by me, decide with me, argue, fight and cuddle me for the rest of my life.  this is it! the big thing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;well, what's there on december 19? I AM GETTING MARRIED!!! wooohhhooo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-2745692798751894076?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/2745692798751894076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=2745692798751894076&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/2745692798751894076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/2745692798751894076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/06/wedding-date.html' title='wedding date'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-4458084839472116217</id><published>2009-05-31T17:40:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:15:54.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiJYZzxDMyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GdJUBdyc9yM/s1600-h/sexy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341929308430742306" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiJYZzxDMyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GdJUBdyc9yM/s320/sexy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;&lt;------- that's your sexy momma there!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;YES!!! I'M BACK TO BLOGGING!!! Been yearssssss!!! and i really miss doing this! so what's new here... what's up??? what's there to blog??? what's on my mind now??? what's happening to me lately??? wooohhoooo!!! A LOT!!! and now... the story of my life surely takes a new chapter here. from being broken hearted to finding new love and now... taking the next higher step to love. LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! ang corny di ba... hahahaha! well, that makes the wooorrrlllldddd go round!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/16640098-4458084839472116217?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/4458084839472116217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=4458084839472116217&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/4458084839472116217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/4458084839472116217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back!!!!'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/SiJYZzxDMyI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GdJUBdyc9yM/s72-c/sexy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-115382666808916912</id><published>2006-07-25T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T19:24:28.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;what made me think that something's going on without me knowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;think...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-115382666808916912?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/115382666808916912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=115382666808916912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/115382666808916912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/115382666808916912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2006/07/paranoia.html' title='paranoia'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-115236385749718140</id><published>2006-07-08T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T21:15:33.460+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/image_00162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/image_00162.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/image_00203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/image_00203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/DSCN3065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/image_00176.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss creating happy thoughts with you abby...&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/16640098-115236385749718140?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/115236385749718140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=115236385749718140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/115236385749718140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/115236385749718140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-thoughts.html' title='happy thoughts'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-115236355289302114</id><published>2006-07-08T20:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T20:59:12.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crying myself to sleep...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;don't know why...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;it's not supposed to hurt this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;are we falling apart?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;hope not... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;feel so sad...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;so alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;please stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-115236355289302114?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/115236355289302114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=115236355289302114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/115236355289302114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/115236355289302114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2006/07/crying-myself-to-sleep.html' title='crying myself to sleep...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-114951363462503773</id><published>2006-06-05T21:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:21:49.556+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"naked"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-- avril lavigne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I wake up in the morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Put on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The one that's gonna get me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Through another day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Doesn't really matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;How I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;'Cause life is like a game sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;But then you came around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;The walls just disappeared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Nothing to surround me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And keep me from my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm unprotected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;See how I've opened up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh, you've made me trust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Because I've never felt like this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Does it show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You see right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm tyring to remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Why I was afraid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;To be myself and let the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Covers fall away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I guess I never had someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;To help me, to help me fit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;In my skin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I never felt like this before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Does it show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You see right through me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And it feels so right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh oh yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Does it show?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Yeah, I'm naked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Oh oh, yeah yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;I'm so naked around you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;And I can't hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;You're gonna see right through, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-114951363462503773?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-114234133107407801</id><published>2006-03-14T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T21:02:11.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>valentines</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i thought valentine's day is just an ordinary day... ordinary day nga! even if you're with a special someone, you spend it just like any usual day... nothing special... hmmm... wala nga ba? yeah, we only had lunch on the 14th... nothing really special... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ehehehe... mine's not on valentine's day kse... celebrating valentine's lasted until feb. 15 =)  my babylove erick is just fond of giving me surprises.... first valentine gift -- bob ong's stainless longganisa... hmmm... not that sweet... nxt gift... eto masaya --- ballpen courtesy of mc donalds... o devah!!! :) nyehehehe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but i never knew he would go his way looking for a starbucks store with the available planner(coz out of stock lahat and you have to make a reservation just to get one)! grabeh! i have actually totally forgotten about it coz middle of feb na nga d ba and wala pa din ung starbucks planner! o devah! =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he is just sooo sweet... i never knew na the coupon was with him... i can't even recall that i gave it to him... pano nga pala napunta yon sa yo, ha erick?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well... valentine's is just an ordinary occasion... i don't think so!!! =)&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/16640098-114234133107407801?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/114234133107407801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=114234133107407801&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/114234133107407801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/114234133107407801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2006/03/valentines.html' title='valentines'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-114233987136213223</id><published>2006-03-14T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:39:51.930+08:00</updated><title type='text'>brian</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccffff;"&gt;i just want to quote what this boy said during his stay here in the philippines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if pwedeng hindi matulog just to do everything i wanted before i leave... every minute counts..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geesshh... we really have to live our life to the fullest... it's true, each minute counts... every breathe we take makes us fulfill a piece of something in our life... which is why we need to choose what is worth doing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coz in a snap... we might miss the best things in life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3744.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3744.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;brian (in blue tshirt) with the bunch of hotshots :) --- nyahahaha lahat pala cla naka blue!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-114233987136213223?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-113646073022687274</id><published>2006-01-05T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:05:57.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>greatest christmas and new year ever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;december and january were filled with first times with erick... our first christmas and new year together...  my first time to bring a special someone in nueva ecija and his first time to meet my relatives... our first time to have a fight and new year pa (saya noh) :)  my first christmas and new year with his family (dami food and gifts hehehe) and our first surprise gift na talagang surprise hehehe with partners in crime (his mom and sis) =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;dami pa actually na nangyari... and everything will be treasured and kept in my heart. &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/16640098-113646073022687274?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113646073022687274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113646073022687274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113646073022687274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;i wonder how our baby would look like... hmmm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;one time, i was showing these pics to the friend of my mom and she said "uy, magkamukha kayo, look at the way you smile and the cheekbones".  hehehe, cyempre kilig ako... i don't know how true but someone told me that when you and your partner have similar features, magkakatuluyan daw. hmmm...... ok, let's play a game here! spot the similarities! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3600.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;at penguin bar - poetry night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/image_00192.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/image_00192.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;at starbucks megastrip - showing some skin :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/BAGAY!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/BAGAY%21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ffff;"&gt;at ek - bagay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3678.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/DSCN3678.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;serenading my baby at musicmatch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/ayyyyy.....jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/ayyyyy.....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#99ffff;"&gt;ek ulit - sweet noh! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-113498041936680023?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113498041936680023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113498041936680023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113498041936680023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113498041936680023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/12/more-happy-thoughts.html' title='more happy thoughts'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-113374606145703165</id><published>2005-12-05T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T09:27:41.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ek</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;saya saya!!! i had a great time with my family --- familia ablaza :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;it was actually a team off but of course the original family -- katz, nhoel, uncle third, dadskie erick and me joined the group.  we had a great time at enchanted kingdom.  it was fun even if late na kme pinapasok.  we were there by 4:30 but the shell group reserved the place until 6 pm that's why we stayed outside... kulitan and picture picture lng :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ang saya coz just like what i did to my team when we went there, everyone should be on the same rides. kaso nga lng pagdating sa space shuttle, d na ako sumama! never will i ride space shuttle and anchors away again... i'll be good as dead the next time.  :s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-113374606145703165?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113374606145703165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113374606145703165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113374606145703165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113374606145703165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/12/ek.html' title='ek'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-113214278133515275</id><published>2005-11-16T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T09:06:53.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day funk</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;school's back! geesshh... am back to being a geek!!! =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is quite funny... i have this class --- IR 207.2 --- am section b and i was supposed to be in school every wednesday. i really don't know why it stuck on my mind that my class was thursday.  hehehe... first mtg, i was absent. during the second mtg, i was still absent!!! nyahahahahahaha!&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;*sigh* paperworks na naman... and lots of it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-113214278133515275?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113214278133515275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113214278133515275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113214278133515275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113214278133515275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-day-funk.html' title='first day funk'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-113214168977922108</id><published>2005-11-16T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T19:48:09.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>meet the parents part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my turn now to meet erick's family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;last nov. 6, i met the familia ablaza --- the whole family --- even his cousins and dogs, o devah!  they are sooo cool! his younger bros (mike and abet) taught me a handshake ("in" ka if you know that handshake, if not -- ah... er... wala lng :D). then his mom is such a sweety.  she told me stories about my babylove when he's still a kid... personal stuffs... hehehe family thing so i cnt write it here, sowee :)  then bianca, his sis, well, am beginning to love her polvoron factory (grabe d man lang nakarating sa haus namin ung bigay nya!)  so just place your order here, mura lng, just email me about it :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;they're a bunch of sweeties... warm, so friendly, cool, bait pa... and katuwa talaga coz i felt like i belong!  i really cannot forget that moment!  first time ko kaya un, hehehe :)  ganon pala ang feeling... well, it's actually the least that i expected... i thought i have to be like this, or like that, act like or like that, must be like this or like that... but no! it's like they've known me for so long! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the funny thing now... i really can't imagine how i looked like when we're about to leave na.  i was planning to kiss his mom goodbye but i really don't know why i can't lift my two feet towards her!  i don't know if i have to kiss her or just say "bye po, uwi na po kme".  well, ayun, d na nga ako naka-kiss and it's like i can't let go of erick's hand non. para bang mawawalang bata! :) then i told erick about it... hehehe... sabi ko "dapat ba nag-kiss ako sa mama mo? nahihiya kse ako e..." hehehe oks ba? :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hayyy... sarap ng feeling to be part of their family.  i have my new family and this is something i will treasure forever. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ffcccc;"&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/16640098-113214168977922108?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113214168977922108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113214168977922108&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113214168977922108'/><link 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/DSCN3379.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;it was an exciting weekend! last october 29 was my mother's birthday and we had a little celebration in our house in dasmariñas. it was also the first time that my babylove erick stayed overnight with my family. not actually the first time that he met my parents but his stay there was kinda long for them to have a talk... geeessshhh... nagkaroon cya ng kakampi!!! waaaaahhhh!!! :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;i was actually expecting that my parents would tell things that would scare him away (like that on the movies) but that's not what happened. aba, super close sila ha! well, at least di pa din sya pasado sa mga dogs ko... especially to spotless (grrrr) hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;now, he's part of my family and am so happy! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-113099550700811180?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113099550700811180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113099550700811180&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113099550700811180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113099550700811180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/11/meet-parents-p.html' title='meet the parents ;P'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-113082514459844391</id><published>2005-11-01T13:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T17:53:21.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bohemian</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/bohemchuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/bohemchuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;bohemian chuvacheneses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;our company just celebrated our 35th anniversary and we had our national convention at Holiday Inn, Clarkfield, Pampanga. well, dresscode for the awards night --- BOHEMIAN.... formal, decent bohemian attire... geessshhh! took me a week to look for that! :) it's funny though, we're very excited to see our dresses and accessories. if d ba naman excited, from divisoria at 7 pm, we were asked by my soulsistah charo to meet her sa office just to see my dress. hehehe... excited ang lola ko!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank God i have a bf like erick... he accompanied me in divisoria to look for a dress and he was even the one who chose my accessories! o devah, bongga ang lolo ko! :D and it didn't end there... the night before the celebration, i still looked for additional accessories kse feeling ko d bagay ung nabili ko... or para may pagpiliin ba... u know... hehehe kikay talaga :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hayyy... natapos din ang nyt... i was planning to have my hair curled, but d na natuloy because there was no enuf time (and dami ng nagpa-curl--- nalaman yata nila na magpapacurl tayo charo :p). anyway, ok naman ung bohemian ko... kahiya... AM GETTING FAT AGAIN!!! katawa ung dress ko... ang sikip grabeeehhh! d kinaya ng powers ng girdle ni mariles!!! :D d tuloy ako makakain ng madami... hirap pa huminga hehehe... hayyy... sarap pa naman ng oysters and desserts... sigh... but okay lng... pretty pa din :D but then i really need to lose some pounds... as in! kse new wardrobe na naman ako for sure if i dnt control my diet. kse naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, that bohemian thingy was cool! enjoy ang group and the boys look good, too! ganda ng mga bohemian attire nila! anyway, congrats charo and mc for that cool natcon celebration!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/bohemianchuva.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6666;"&gt;ang taray ng lola mo :p&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/16640098-113082514459844391?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113082514459844391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113082514459844391&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113082514459844391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113082514459844391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/11/bohemian.html' title='bohemian'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-113015273486234454</id><published>2005-10-24T18:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T19:18:54.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>defense mechanism</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;---in psychoanalysis, any of a variety of unconscious personality reactions which the ego uses to protect the conscious mind from threatening feelings and perceptions. Sigmund &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bartleby.com/65/fr/Freud-Si.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Freud&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; first used defense as a psychoanalytic term (1894), but he did not break the notion into categories, viewing it as a singular phenomenon of repression.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am trying to cope from a lonely past... i've been thinking if i should believe in the so-called "life patterns".  is there such thing as life patterns?  if it's a series of negative experiences, should it really be that painful to accept? is there any way to avoid it?  or.............. break it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;repression and denial --- primary defense mechanisms which serve to prevent unacceptable ideas or impulses from entering the conscience.  ways of coping from such downers... or this plainly explains the chickenshit on me...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;maybe yes... i am afraid... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can't just live without my fears... apprehensions... anxiety... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;can freud help me?&lt;/strong&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/16640098-113015273486234454?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/113015273486234454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=113015273486234454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113015273486234454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/113015273486234454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/10/defense-mechanism.html' title='defense mechanism'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112972459641673621</id><published>2005-10-19T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T20:23:16.456+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/image_00176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/image_00176.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;happy times together we've been spending, i wish that every kiss was neverending"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;lines from a lover : "...naalala ko ulit yung sinabi mo, "love created by migraine and toothache", then naalala ko yung sinabi ko "Love created by migraine and toothache leading to cramps". Ano kaya kasunod nito? Meron ba? Positive ba o negative? If I am Peter Pan, now I feel like John. I lost my marbles (John's happy thought). Did I? I hope not. But what if I did? Today I did a lot of things, not all of them are good. I was able to find out how much I love you. I found out how much you mean to me, how much I mean to you. Then all of a sudden.... I made you cry... hope I can do something... something to make you forget that this has happened....or something that will make you feel better....make you feel loved....appreciated.. respected.......treasured. Anyway, I hope you can start your day with "love created by migraine and toothache" I love you! I don't want to lose you! I want to stay with you forever!.....I miss you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xablazeinsidex: I'm still staring at our picture, wishing that I may still experience the pleasure of all these happy thoughts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;abby ko... we'll continue to create happy thoughts... upto forever :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112972459641673621?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112972459641673621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112972280385071436</id><published>2005-10-19T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T19:53:23.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>praises to the Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;just last sunday, the c-major had a concert in our church and guess what??? i was their special guest performer :D whew! tindi ba?! hehehe :) it's a night of praises, sort of a thanksgiving concert highlighting the 80th anniversary of UCCP-Kundiman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN32661.JPG" width="282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;The group --- C-major with homegrown talents and the band :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3246.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;performance proper - aleli singing her heart out :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="240" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3253.jpg" width="234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the singer in me :) i missed doing this stuff...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;does anybody here need Jesus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3262.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;hala! cge! project! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3268.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;at nagkasiyahan :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN32701.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;jamming ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/DSCN3255.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the photographer and the artist :) ang papanget nyooooo!!! :P&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/16640098-112972280385071436?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112972280385071436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112972280385071436&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112972280385071436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112972280385071436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/10/praises-to-father.html' title='praises to the Father'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112894894161385472</id><published>2005-10-10T20:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T20:55:41.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more today than yesterday :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;can't forget how my baby sings his heart out with this song... intro pa lang ng mymp, he shouted, "anna that song is for you! sa yo yan!" :) i really don't have any idea about this song until he sang it... grabeeehhh! the lines made me giggle :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I don't remember what day it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I didn't notice what time it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;All I know is that I fell in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'll be spending time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Every day's a new day in love with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;With each day comes a new way of loving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I'll be spending time with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh, I love you more today than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I love you more today than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But, darling, not as much as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Tomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Cupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;And I always will be true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I know you feel the same way too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Oh, I love you more today than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;I love you more today than yesterday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;But only half as much as tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;sarap ma-in love :) got this song from him... and heard it during the mymp concert at music museum last oct. 1... well, treat ni erick yon sa kin... buti na lng nagka-migraine ako hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/image_00173.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/image_00173.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;am loving you more every minute of every single day that passes by, abby ko :)&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/16640098-112894894161385472?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112894894161385472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112894894161385472&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112894894161385472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112894894161385472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/10/more-today-than-yesterday.html' title='more today than yesterday :)'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112841446089973732</id><published>2005-10-04T16:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T16:27:40.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>abby and oi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/image_00164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/320/image_00164.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;"love created by migraine and toothache leading to cramps." :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i found my angel... my heavensent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;he saved me from loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my antidote&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the beautiful soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;the wonderful daze who conquered my world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;my sweet diversion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and now... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;someone i decided to grow old with&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/16640098-112841446089973732?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112841446089973732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112841446089973732&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112841446089973732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112841446089973732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/10/abby-and-oi.html' title='abby and oi'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112739057610488612</id><published>2005-09-22T18:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-22T20:29:23.756+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"kwento ni amang hari, inang reyna at c tong"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;this is fun! try reading "alamat ng gubat" by bob ong. it could be an allegory of our present government, society, the social milieu to which the different animals characterized in this book signifies the personality of the filipino people. grabehhh, dapat bang i-analyze ung book???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;anyway, the book was given to me as a ??? (to make me happy, i guess) by erick when he visited me in the office with katz and nhoel. thanks erick! really sweet of you! may kasama pang pizza un at galing un kay katz!!! :D actually, d ko kse maintindihan cla... d ako makarelate gosh!!! :D c katz daw ay c "tong" and c daddy erick nya syempre c "amang hari"... the next day tawag na nila sa kin "inang reyna" hehehe... kaso baligtad ang nangyari sa book! i had a migraine kse and c amang hari dinalaw ako with medicine and jabi breakfast meal (saya!!! libre breakfast ko!!!) hehehe... kaso dapat c tong ung nagdala ng gamot at ang may sakit dapat c amang hari (sa book) nga lng... c tong busy kaya c amang hari "naglog-off agad sa friendster at dali daling pumunta sa kakahuyan para hanapin ang puso ng saging" nyehehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;ewan... basta ang saya ng family ko :) sana lagi akong may sakit hehehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;hanapin nyo ngaun dto sa pic cno c tong, amang hari at inang reyna at manalo ng ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- tatlong perlas nyehehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/251.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/25.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  nawawala c inang reynaaaa!!!!! :D&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/16640098-112739057610488612?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112739057610488612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112739057610488612&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112739057610488612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112739057610488612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/09/kwento-ni-amang-hari-inang-reyna-at-c.html' title='&quot;kwento ni amang hari, inang reyna at c tong&quot;'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112679301974142470</id><published>2005-09-15T19:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T22:03:40.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oi gcng naaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;have you ever had a friend who wakes you every morning through txt messaging? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;--- and if you didn't reply, would never stop txting you to wake up and remind you that you'll be late for work :D  (oi, ale gcng na! oi, gcng na late ka na! oi, gcng na past 6 am na, bk ma-late ka. oi, gcng naaaaaaaa! oi, gcng ka na ba? oi gcng ka na cguro, kung hindi pa gumising ka na.... oist! 2log ka na ba ulit? oi bkt ayaw mong gumising! ma le late ka na naman nyan e!)  :D &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;have you ever had a friend who tells you to start your day with happy thoughts? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;--- and would really give you happy memories to think about --- enough to start your day with a smile or a laugh :)  (that even if you're having a really bad day and into tears na, you can't help but smile sa msg nya)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;have you ever had a friend who reminds you to eat your lunch (kahit 8 am palang... so dapat breakfast di ba? hehehe :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;--- and tells you na wag magpagutom kse magagalit cyaaaaaa!!! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;have you ever had a friend who takes time to check on you if you're already in the office or homey na?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;--- and updates you with what's he/she is up to... hmmmm.... cguro gusto nya check ko din cya... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;have you ever had a friend who sings you off to sleep? (kaso nakakatawa cya kaya maggcng ka lalo.... nyahahaha!) ;p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;--- and because of the constant txting and chatting, even sa sleep katxt mo cya (whew!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;well... swerte mo if you have this kind of friend! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;ako kse meron eh! :D  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;tell you... saya saya talaga! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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naaaa!!!'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112668390884962563</id><published>2005-09-14T15:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:45:08.853+08:00</updated><title type='text'>burnout</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am so tired..... :(&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/16640098-112668390884962563?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652406972093874</id><published>2005-09-12T19:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:21:09.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my new blogger account</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yeeeeeyyyyyyyy! got a new blogger account!!! nobody could ever stop me from writing... :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;now... check out my blogs from friendster... transferred everything here!!! yahooooo!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652406972093874?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652406972093874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652406972093874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652406972093874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652406972093874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-new-blogger-account.html' title='my new blogger account'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112653178802771265</id><published>2005-08-25T21:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:29:48.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escapist</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;it's really hard to let go of someone you've held soooo dear... the best buddy and lover...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;he's the object of my affection... until now... unless "someone" could conquer my world and divert my endearment from him... it's difficult to accept that even the friendship you've started together will be gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;*sigh*... wish i could escape the feeling of...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;misery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;emptiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;life has to go on. “Our happiness or misery depends on our dispositions, and not on our circumstances” (Martha Washington).  there are really some good things that never last.  never regret... acceptance is the key to healing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;but for now... am praying that i could easily escape from this pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112653178802771265?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112653178802771265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112653178802771265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653178802771265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653178802771265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/08/escapist.html' title='escapist'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112653119093141816</id><published>2005-08-22T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T15:57:26.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"stubborn love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i forgot to include in my natural highs the one thing i loved most... SINGING. i missed singing my heart out. i used to be a member of a church choir and it's been awhile that i have not belted out a single note. i guess God already took that only talent i have... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;but last two Sundays ago, i attended the church service in my home church (which i never visited for years, i guess... bad ko noh!). and that Sunday... the choir let me join in singing the anthem... geessshhh... as usual wala na namang practice and am not sure if nun din lang ulit ang choir kumanta sa church... tsk tsk tsk. anyway, what strucked me was when the choir invited me to join, syempre mejo hesitant ako coz it's been years since the last choir piece i've sang... but it's somewhat like an awakening for me... again... ang tindi ng effect nung song... the title is "stubborn love". here are some few lines from the piece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Caught again ~ Your faithless friend. Don't You ever tire of hearing what a fool I've been? Guess I should pray ~ But what can I say? Oh it hurts to know the hundred times I've caused You pain; Though 'forgive me' sounds so empty when I never change. Yet You stay and say 'I love you still', forgiving me time and time again.. It's Your stubborn love that never lets go of me... I don't understand how You can stay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;tindi noh! grabeh... it stings! i wanted to cry when we're singing but i controlled it na lang coz syempre kahiya naman d b... but i felt a prick in my heart... parang binatukan din ako ni Lord! sobra... then i told myself, hey i should really go back to church na and do something with my deteriorating spirit... hehehe... well, ewan ko ba last Sunday, i overslept so i wasn't able to attend church... but i prayed though i know it's not enough.&lt;br /&gt;i hope i'll be okay and God's helping me out, i know. i can feel that He's always with me... sobrang dami ng work both in school and office but i still manage to finish them all...d na nga lng me sleep :( and i am somehow starting to overcome the feeling of emptiness (i hope that i already cried my last teardrop for him...kamalasan, last night lang un... *sigh*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;i wanted to share this song and this helped me feel good about myself, kahit papaano... the title is "i think God can explain". am not sure if i could make a link of the song here... di yata puede. but this is really cool. if you want a copy, just email me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's a lot of things I understand, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And there's a lot of things that I don't want to know But you're the only face I recognize, It's so damn sweet of you to look me in the eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, I'm O.K. I think God can explain... I believe I'm the same I get caried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright, I'm O.K. I think God can explain... I'm relieved I'm relaxed I'll get over it yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scent of vasoline in the summertime, The feel of an icecube Melting overtime The world seems bigger Than both of us Yet it seems so small when I begin to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright I'm O.K. I think God can explain I believe I'm the same I get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright I'm O.K. I think God can explain I'm relieved I'm relaxed I'll get over it yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so much better than you guessed I'm so much bigger than you guessed I'm so much brighter than you guessed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'ts alright I'm O.K. I think God can explain I believe I'm the same I get carried away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's alright I'm O.K. I think God can explain I'm relieved I'm relaxed I'll get off of your back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; think God can explain I think God can explain I think God can explain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/16640098-112653119093141816?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112653119093141816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112653119093141816&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653119093141816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653119093141816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/08/stubborn-love.html' title='&quot;stubborn love&quot;'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112653161390280774</id><published>2005-08-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T15:46:23.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuck in a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;well, well, well... my 4th blog for august. so what's up with me? haven't had a time to reflect and it's been a while that i've asked myself "how are you, anna?". so how am i doing these past few days... hmmm... ahmmmm... (icp icp...) hirap! grabeh! kindah hard to think about "me" :( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;so let me try to list some of my natural highs for these past weeks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;1. my soulsistah charo gave me a mug from starbucks... what made me happy is the thought that despite her money probs, she managed to buy me a mug from starbucks. but the mug depressed me quite a bit... why? design ng mug --- "TAGAYTAY" --- so what? well... starbucks tagaytay lng naman kme nagpunta non ng ex ko before we totally stopped seeing each other... such sweet memories that made me miss him more... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;2. chocettes --- am starting to add some pounds coz of this new cadbury product... geessshhh... melts in your mouth not in your hand :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN31231.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/DSCN31231.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;. 2 bottles of beer after work with some of my officemates lights up the mood to go back and stay late in the office and work more... though minsan lang un pag may budget hehehe :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;4. just last week, i learned to play billiards. it's fun and kindah addictive! i played even if my boss gave a lecture to some of our officers and while everybody's sunk quiet, listening to him, i shouted with delight everytime i make a strike! yahoooo!!! (sus naman... 11:30 pm lecture about office... tsk tsk tsk) :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;5. i tried watching tv but i really cnt find time... am usually home by 11 or 12 midnight (though my work is upto 6 pm lng...) and i end up watching the news. good thing we have cable... i tried watching desperate housewives... grabe... never pa ako nakatapos ng isang palabas... tsk tsk tsk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;6. in connection to number 5... i met this great soul and he's a teleserye addict i guess... hehehe :D he has watched the whole season 1 of desperate housewives and he's willing to give me a copy! thanks erick! hulog ka ng langit! :) un nga lng... sabi nya kse he can't promise so sabi ko naman i'll send cds para promise na :) eh... he said he still have spare cds so un na lng daw muna and he'll just give me the receipt to replace the cds... so d na nga cya promise... :( but it's ok, he'll try i know hehehe... maawa ka plsss... :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/311.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;7. i've been chatting with these techies we met in galera... 3rd (bro of my soulsistah so soulbro ko na din cya hehehe), cool nhoel, pretty katz, buboy (minsan lng cya), raul (cya din minsan lng), clifford (some-times) and their boss erick. well, i guess am helping them to unwind for a bit while they work. they are usually online from 9 pm upto 9 am... ang gagaling nito! a group of witty, clever, humble, beautiful souls from alorica! saya saya nyo kachat! cge quota na bilis para number 1 ulet! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;8. music is therapy... really... especially if you're listening to songs like "the remedy", "beautiful soul", "stuck in a moment", "fields of innocence", "i think God can explain", "angel"... but if you want to be sad and feel so empty, try listening to "everybody hurts", "come around", "art of letting go", "let go", "my immortal", "until i get over you", "hanggang ngayon", "fallen"... demnit! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;9. looking on the bright side of breaking up, nakakatipid na me :D somehow, am starting to save some of my salary... more than enough na... enough to pay my long list of bills! *sigh*... at least it's for "me" alone... hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;10. natural highs ba ito??? i was able to list 10... wow! coz this last item is simply just blogging. addict na ako... another therapy for me, i guess :) maybe you guys from my friendster list are starting to get irritated because of the constant posting in ur inbox, bombarded ur emails with a msg that i have updated my blog... hehehe :D akala nyo email na from your bf or gf noh... nde uy! it's my BLOG!!! :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#99ff99;"&gt;*sigh*... i finally finished my blog... started it at around 9 pm i guess... now it's 10:40 pm... hehehe... tagal noh... ang kukulet kse ng mga kachat ko e... ayan... ginabi na naman ako :) but it's ok... saya naman e! ;) till the next blog... &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/16640098-112653161390280774?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112653161390280774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112653161390280774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653161390280774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653161390280774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/08/stuck-in-moment.html' title='stuck in a moment'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112653033524609916</id><published>2005-08-12T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:05:35.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;wish i'll be ok... in time....................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112653033524609916?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112653033524609916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112653033524609916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653033524609916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653033524609916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/08/sigh.html' title='*sigh*'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112653022361916360</id><published>2005-08-07T21:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:03:43.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;geessshhh... why friends lng? oh darn! tsk tsk tsk... :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112653022361916360?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112653022361916360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112653022361916360&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653022361916360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653022361916360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/08/why.html' title='why?'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112653011704609467</id><published>2005-08-02T20:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T21:01:57.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pathetic...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;sounds pathetic but i find it nice, though... hehehe :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Artist: Rhett Miller &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Song: Come Around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Lyrics :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm dressed all in blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm remembering you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And the dress you wore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you broke my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt; I'm depressed upstairs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm remembering where &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And when, and how, and why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You have to go so far &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'm gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Unless you come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;So come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm dressed all in white &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I remember the night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You came on to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And opened up my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I was hollow then &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;'Til you filled me in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Now I'm empty again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I should have never let it start &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;I'm gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;Unless you come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;So come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;No one else can fix me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Although sometimes my heart tricks me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Into thinking someone else will do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;But you're the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;You are the only one &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Am I gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;I'm gonna be lonely for the rest of my life &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#663366;"&gt;Unless you come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So come around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm dressed all in blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And I'm remembering you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And the dress you wore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When you broke my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;shyyyeeettt!!! 4 colors!!! hurhurhur! :D&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/16640098-112653011704609467?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112653011704609467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112653011704609467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653011704609467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112653011704609467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/08/pathetic.html' title='pathetic...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652934574230810</id><published>2005-07-30T20:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:49:05.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>nyehehe ;D</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;it's funny to read the msgs i've been receiving from friendster pips... cool msgs, some r hilarious, mind-boggling sometimes, and a few heartwarming replies. but i have been asking this question... do these people read everything on ur profile??? well... it's a big "NO"!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;*sigh* what's d profile for if you're not gonna read it, ryt? if these people cud jst read between d lines... well... no need to ask... if u get what i mean. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;geeessshhh... current affairs daw o... huh??? ano ba yan... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652934574230810?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652934574230810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652934574230810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652934574230810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652934574230810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/nyehehe-d.html' title='nyehehe ;D'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652921235963813</id><published>2005-07-29T20:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:46:52.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;really bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;and it's on a friday night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;someone save me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;from this damn boredom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;so bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;really bored...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652921235963813?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652921235963813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652921235963813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652921235963813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652921235963813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/bored.html' title='bored'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652905920331144</id><published>2005-07-28T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:44:19.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Reality of Life"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Life isn't just full of happiness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's sunsets, it's love, it's tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the thoughts of yesterdays memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That can wash away all out fears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's that very painful experience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That each one of us has had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the laughter that fills the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the tears when you are sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's loving that someone special,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That at one time made you smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the pain of losing that person,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But the memories that make it worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's that child in every one of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Although in time we'll all be old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the good times we'll never forget,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the memories we'll always hold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the hug that we all need,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;When we'd rather drown in our sorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;It's the hope in every one of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;That makes us hold on for tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccccff;"&gt;*** Life is not just mere evolution... you have the SOUL that will lead you to its meaning... :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652905920331144?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652905920331144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652905920331144&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652905920331144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652905920331144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/reality-of-life.html' title='&quot;Reality of Life&quot;'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652890657281189</id><published>2005-07-28T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:41:46.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>separation anxiety</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how i wish my starbucks cup would be able to escape its hostage-taker and find its way back at my desk... *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;how i wish there would be more chat, txt and calls from my ex-bf... (friends naman tayo d b?) &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;        &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/puss%20in%20boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/puss%20in%20boots.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; *sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=337,height=254,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://annaley.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/puss_in_boots.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*hhhhhmmm* :(&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/16640098-112652890657281189?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652890657281189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652890657281189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652890657281189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652890657281189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/separation-anxiety.html' title='separation anxiety'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652871900047328</id><published>2005-07-24T20:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:38:39.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...why, God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;it's sunday... haven't gone to church for quite sometime now... i dnt knw why but it seems that it's making me weak lately... i opened my inbox and it's funny that i get to received a number of friendster requests and msgs from people i dnt knw. makes me feel wanted and i realized that i still belong to the real world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;but there's this email that i find very helpful... some kind of nourishment to the soul... it's the 5 ways God uses problems to help us out... well, it's actually very timely at this moment of my life now... read on...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Five Ways God Uses Problems&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. God uses problems to DIRECT you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes God must light a fire under you to get you moving. Problems often point us in a new direction and motivate us to change. Is God trying to get your attention? "Sometimes it takes a painful situation to make us change our ways" Proverbs 20:30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. God uses problems to INSPECT you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;People are like tea bags. If you want to know what's inside them, just drop them into hot water! Has God tested your faith with a problem? What do problems reveal about you? "When you have many kinds of troubles, you should be full of joy, because you know that these troubles test your faith; and this will give you patience." James 1: 2-3.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. God uses problems to CORRECT you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some lessons we learn only through pain and failure. It's likely that as a child your parents told you not to touch a hot stove. But you probably learned by being burned. Sometimes we only learn the value of something...health, money, a relationship...by losing it. "It was the bestthing that could have happened to me, for it taught me to pay attention to your laws." Psalm: 119:71-72&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. God uses problems to PROTECT you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A problem can be a blessing in disguise if it prevents you from being harmed by something more serious. Last year a friend was fired for refusing to do something unethical that his boss had asked him to do. His unemployment was a problem-but it saved him from being convicted and sent to prison a year later when management's actions were eventually discovered. "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for the good." Genesis 50:20.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. God uses problems to PERFECT you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&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:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Problems, when responded to correctly, are character builders. God is far more interested in your character than your comfort. Your relationship to God and your character are the only two things you're going to take with you into eternity. "We can rejoice when we run into problems ....they help us learn to be patient. And patience develops strength of character in us and helps us trust God more each time we use it until finally our hope and faith are strong and steady."  Romans 5:3-4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;Here's the point:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;God is at work in your life - even when you do not recognize it or understand it. But it's much easier and profitable when you cooperate with HIM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#33ccff;"&gt;there goes the answers to my only question "why, God?" :)&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/16640098-112652871900047328?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652871900047328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652871900047328&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652871900047328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652871900047328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/why-god.html' title='...why, God?'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652851879866896</id><published>2005-07-23T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:35:18.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>false hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;there's so much to say... but i just can't utter the right words... words that i know would mean nothing in the end...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;there's so much to give... but will forever be kept...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;without a doubt, i have loved you more than what i thought i could give... i might have been loving you even before that it just surfaced when you have treated me so special... yeah... you have treated me differently... a person with dignity... a woman to be respected... a girl to be taken cared of... a friend to be trusted... a lover to be cuddled... and loved... you have shown me love which i never doubted... you're true even if i know you're full of lies... you get rid of your mask whenever you're with me... and i enjoyed your being so true to yourself... you're you... nobody else...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;if only i could hug you and stay with you as much as i wanted...&lt;br /&gt;if only i could kiss you and never leave your side...&lt;br /&gt;if only i could live my life just with you...&lt;br /&gt;if only i could touch your soul... your heart... always...&lt;br /&gt;but it can't be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66cccc;"&gt;there's so much to say... so much to give... but it just can't be done... just can't be...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652851879866896?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652851879866896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652851879866896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652851879866896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652851879866896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/false-hope.html' title='false hope...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652838743794398</id><published>2005-07-21T20:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:33:07.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'>girlfriends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;i miss my girlfriends... we usually hang out at starbucks ortigas to chat about anything (boys, work, boys, work, boys, work... et...) over a cup of coffee =)  well... i was actually with zel after my bday and we had a great time in dasma (picture picture ;p)... and my bestfriend pauline, girl, thanks for staying up with me on my bday... hope the jacuzzi thing didn't bore u :) (gawin ba naman footspa ang jacuzzi??!!! ay ako pala un, hehehe).  joan... gahhhddd girl! where r u???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc99;"&gt;*sigh* i miss u girls... a week of not seeing each other seems lyk years (nax!)... i guess ur jst bc with ur own boyfriends... darn! sana ako din!!! :(&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/16640098-112652838743794398?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652838743794398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652838743794398&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652838743794398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652838743794398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/girlfriends.html' title='girlfriends'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652821679233902</id><published>2005-07-20T23:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:30:16.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'>drop dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Am not ok… am a waste… how can I be so deranged about love…&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate this bitter taste of losing someone I’ve held so dear…&lt;br /&gt;I’ve messed up a part of my existence… sunk so low…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The wound is just too painful, healing seems to be impossible; redemption is nowhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I have nothing and no one to turn to… except for this damn blog to somehow ease the agony... of being alone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;How I wish the heavens would bend to take my hand and carry me up from the tracks of frustration… and desolation… and stupidity… and…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;DAMN! Is this the feeling of dying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Wish this would end soon… like… now?&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/16640098-112652821679233902?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652821679233902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652821679233902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652821679233902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652821679233902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/drop-dead.html' title='drop dead'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652806362219538</id><published>2005-07-18T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:27:44.210+08:00</updated><title type='text'>...at 29</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN30211.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/DSCN30211.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;why do people gasp when they get to know my age??? damn, am 29!!! don't i look lyk one? hehehe, don't worry, it's the other way around... actually, i guess i look lyk 5 yrs older my age... nyak! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;looking back, my life was a roller coaster... it's full of excitement. come to think of it... i've been to different relationships, dropped them all in an instant, experienced being loved and dumped also (too bad, tsk tsk tsk), experienced travelling alone (plane trip ito ha), got a free trip to singapore, had my first 5-digit paycheck, become iskolar ng kumpanya and iskolar ng bayan, renew old friendships and meet new people, even lose some "friends?" (with question mark... nyehehehe), cried so hard and laughed out loud, and oh well, experienced the greatest love (so far) that i'll never regret having...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;so what's in store for me this year? i actually told my bestfriend paul and soulsistah cha (nax! ispeysyal mention) that i started my year ryt... no dumb boyfriends, got promoted at work, no 2.0 in my course subject (damn, i hate that teacher who gave me 2.0!), lose weight (my waistline is now 26 from 29... gosh!), and got my hair long (it's beyond my shoulders na, yipppeeee!!!). though i have probs in my work and relationships with people (plsss tantanan na ako ng chismis), i am surviving. heck! am happy!!! it's right, being happy is a choice... even if am still single at 29, even if i lose some of my so-called friends, even if i still got pimples on my face (ewwwwe), even if i have bulges (too much pasta), even if my boss yells at me (anna, focus!; anna, think and analyze!), even if i stay late in the office (chatting? hehehe) --- geeessshhh! am still alive and happy! :) of course, it's just normal to feel bad about an issue, to feel sad, to get affected, feel empty and depressed (singing "when will it be me" every now and then), but hey, it's not the end of the world! i believe what my boss ernie (nakanang! ispeysyal minsyun also) told me that all these will make no sense in the future, that i would remember them and just laughed about it... i know it's becoming true... well, some... hehehe :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;just last week, my friend nhoel (ispeysyal mention ka din) asked me if i do have a regular date. i said, none... then he said am weird! gahhhddd!!! what is so weird about having no regular date??? what can i do if nobody asked me out???what is so weird is that am 29 and i dnt even know what is the difference between a prawn and a shrimp! darn!=( &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;*sigh*... am now 29... i jst celebrated it last friday... my staff gave me a cake and a bouquet of roses... the whole day, i received msgs of "happy birthday, anna" (even upto now... better late than never) and... i actually lost my starbucks cup and i miss it (someone took it, i know)... geesshh, these things still matters... and it's fun! and the hell with being single and no date at 29! :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN30161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/DSCN30161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN3016.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;am anna. am 29. single, free, happy and gorgeous (nyahahaha)! and am hungry for more adventure... =) (and continuously singing "when will it be me... when will i be the one somebody's dreaming of? when's it gonna be? when will i find my heart lyin' inside the arms... that never let me go...?" hehehe =) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://annaley.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dscn3026_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://annaley.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dscn3019_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onclick="window.open(this.href, '_blank', 'width=800,height=600,scrollbars=no,resizable=no,toolbar=no,directories=no,location=no,menubar=no,status=no,left=0,top=0'); return false" href="http://annaley.blogs.friendster.com/.shared/image.html?/photos/uncategorized/dscn3019_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#33ccff;"&gt;my new credo: nothing and no one will disappoint me... accept the opposite forces for it balances life... it's universal.&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/16640098-112652806362219538?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652806362219538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652806362219538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652806362219538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652806362219538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/at-29.html' title='...at 29'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652723204861419</id><published>2005-07-11T20:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:13:52.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love... ang friendster ni jian...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;this is what love really is... check out jian's friendster, this girl is cool!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;About Me:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love brings to mind different images, impression and emotion...our experience of luv is both exalting and exasperating... thrilling and saddening... when we're in luv, we felt happiness... it brings &lt;strong&gt;contentment, satisfaction that makes a person complete&lt;/strong&gt;... sometimes we became &lt;strong&gt;too complascent&lt;/strong&gt; to the extent we give our heart and soul, ourselves, all the things that makes our beloved happy...thinking that its a never ending relationship and &lt;strong&gt;luv w/out asking or recquiring anything in return...&lt;/strong&gt;we do things that pleases him and please those people that are close and dear to him...we also center our present plans and future plans take him in...&lt;strong&gt;true luv is the insistence of the inclusion of that certain person in all our future plans&lt;/strong&gt;... luv is &lt;strong&gt;acceptance and sacrifice&lt;/strong&gt;...accepts him for who he is even f his situation are &lt;strong&gt;complicated&lt;/strong&gt;... luv is an &lt;strong&gt;all embracing thing&lt;/strong&gt;...it &lt;strong&gt;respects personality and right of the beloved&lt;/strong&gt;...it &lt;strong&gt;lights our life&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;gives meaning&lt;/strong&gt; to our existence and it's &lt;strong&gt;more than just a wonderful feeling&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;if you're thinking of your past you may view it as a failure but, when you find someone new, you suddenly see this failure as a teacher...in the game of love, it doesn't matter who won or loss...what is important is you know &lt;strong&gt;when to hold on and when to let go&lt;/strong&gt;...you love someone if you want him to be happy, even if his happiness means not being part of it...&lt;strong&gt;everything happens for the best&lt;/strong&gt;...if the person you love doesn't love you back, &lt;strong&gt;don't be afraid to love&lt;/strong&gt; someone else again...you'll never know if his destined to you, &lt;strong&gt;unless you'll give it a try or unless you risk it...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love strives and grow in hurting&lt;/strong&gt;... if u don't get hurt, you wont know how to love...this will teach you to become strong and become a better person..like a book u cannot finish the book w/out closing its chapters...to move on you have to leave the past behind, in the same way u turn the pages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;love is not destroyed by a single failure or won by a single caress...it is a lifetime venture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Who I Want to Meet:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;wherein we are always learning, discovering and growing... &lt;strong&gt;loves greatest irony is letting go when you need to hold on, or holding on when u need to let go...loving people means giving them the freedom to choose...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&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/16640098-112652723204861419?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652723204861419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652723204861419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652723204861419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652723204861419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-ang-friendster-ni-jian.html' title='love... ang friendster ni jian...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652679875096661</id><published>2005-07-09T20:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:06:38.750+08:00</updated><title type='text'>laundrymat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will always have sweet memories when i go to the laundrymat... my ex-bf would usually accompany me there, carrying a big plastic bag full of dirty clothes... the laundry girls usually giggles when we're there... coz my ex-bf is such a sweet guy and doesn't mind cuddling me even if a lot of people could see us :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;when we broke up, we remain friends so he would still accompany me in the laundrymat.  one time, a new girl was there to get my laundry... we talked, she giggles as my ex have fun with us... and when i get to know her name... guess what??? she had d same name as the new gf of my ex!!! damn!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffffff;"&gt;i will always have sweet memories of the laundrymat... *sigh* :D&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/16640098-112652679875096661?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652679875096661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652679875096661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652679875096661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652679875096661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/laundrymat.html' title='laundrymat'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652667582697048</id><published>2005-07-04T20:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:04:35.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one last shot...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;am trapped in a void&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;pure nothingness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;empty handed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;left with only pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;still breathing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;stupidly thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;to be in your oasis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cccccc;"&gt;again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652667582697048?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652667582697048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652667582697048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652667582697048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652667582697048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/07/one-last-shot.html' title='one last shot...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652642356351733</id><published>2005-06-24T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T20:00:23.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weekend in galera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/DSCN28931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/DSCN28931.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;the best time i ever had (as of now ha) was being with my soulsistah in white beach and having a great fun time with a bunch of techies, pretty and handsome people from ortigas... hehehe... really cnt remember their company...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;well... i guess i have experienced life -- the blissful feeling of just being yourself, doing things nobody would even mind, staying late chatting about relationships, love and play over a bottle of beer with chauvinist guys (sorry... hehehe), baring yourself in the sun, sand and sea... *sigh* this is life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;now... pano ako magpapaputi??? ;)&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/16640098-112652642356351733?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652642356351733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652642356351733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652642356351733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652642356351733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/06/weekend-in-galera.html' title='weekend in galera'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652617414730697</id><published>2005-06-24T19:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:56:14.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>braces</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffffff;"&gt;kailan... o kailan... i've been waiting for that time na matanggal ka na... it's been five (5) long years na pinahihirapan mo ako... every month, 3-5 days akong diet because of adjustment... oh please oh please... have mercy on me...  :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652617414730697?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652617414730697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652617414730697&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652617414730697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652617414730697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/06/braces.html' title='braces'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652598696335202</id><published>2005-05-08T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:53:06.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>angelic presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I will be there in your sorrow, when life delivers pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I'll bring balm to your heartache when sunshine turns to rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You won't sense Me as close to you when earthly joys compete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But I'll be there when sorrows come - God's will, to make, complete.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You won't find Me among the crowds who carry you along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;But I'll be there when you are called to walk this world alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Your need of Me exists far more when pain must be your part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I come to heal, and do God's will, down deep within your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;You'll sense a guiding force upon a life, that's loved so muchYou'll feel the Hand of God, and know His gentle, healing touch.So, neither fear, nor shrink from that which God has meant to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccccff;"&gt;For in the dark night of your soul - You'll learn the most from ME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652598696335202?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652598696335202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652598696335202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652598696335202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652598696335202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/05/angelic-presence.html' title='angelic presence'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652581231201996</id><published>2005-05-08T19:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:50:12.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>love is never silent...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love is never silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;it's voice has many parts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;more than a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;spoken not inferred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;touching many hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;love is never silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;thought gives birth to word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;a whisper and a heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;never silent..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;soft and sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;yet sounds both felt and heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;softly but never silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;loves word transforms to deed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;as though gives voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;and the words rejoice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;fulfilling every need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;It is always felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;* though we travel the world over for the beautiful..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;we must carry it with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;or we find it not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;i chose to love you in silence for in silence i find no rejection. i chose to love you in your loneliness for in your loneliness, no one owns you but me.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;(but i know u could feel it for love is never silent).....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652581231201996?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652581231201996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652581231201996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652581231201996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652581231201996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/05/love-is-never-silent.html' title='love is never silent...'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652554338755927</id><published>2005-05-08T19:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:45:43.393+08:00</updated><title type='text'>only time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Where the road goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Where the day flows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;- Only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who can say why your heart sighs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;as your love flies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-Only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And who can say why your heart cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;when your love lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-Only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who can say when the roads meet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;that love might be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;in your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And who can say when the day sleeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;if the night keeps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Night keeps all your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who can say if your love grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;as your heart shows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-Only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;And who can say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Where the road goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Where the day flows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-Only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-only time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Who knows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;-only time.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652554338755927?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652554338755927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652554338755927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652554338755927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652554338755927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/05/only-time.html' title='only time'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652532439528004</id><published>2005-05-08T19:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:42:51.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the art of letting go</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;Put away the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Put away the memories.&lt;br /&gt;I put over and over&lt;br /&gt;Through my tears&lt;br /&gt;I've held them till I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;They kept my hope alive&lt;br /&gt;As if somehow that I'd keep you here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you believed in a love forever more?&lt;br /&gt;How do you leave it in a drawer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Say the word goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;But each time it catches in my throat&lt;br /&gt;You’re still here in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't set you free&lt;br /&gt;So I hold on to what I wanted most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday we'll be friend's forever more&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could open up that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fade&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it through the pain of one more day&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start, to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning,&lt;br /&gt;only learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/16640098-112652532439528004?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652532439528004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652532439528004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652532439528004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652532439528004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/05/art-of-letting-go.html' title='the art of letting go'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652491875397906</id><published>2005-04-22T19:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:36:09.403+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Put It Simply, I Want You</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/1600/w13c1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/950/1536/200/w13c1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"&gt;I want to be your companion and walk hand in hand, your strength enveloping mine. Autumn leaves falling, scuffing feet and laughter, sharing nights, not finished by the dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your confidant as you pen your deepest thoughts, as your heartaches bleed and finally break free. Your dreams, I keep as if my own. I want to smile as you smile and giggle with you at nothing at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be your lover and find the passions that move you to action. I want to be the softness that induces you to trust. I want to be the naughty that makes you come back for more. I want to please you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to share your breakfast and your dinner, I want you in the shower and in your bed and with soft steps to bring you coffee (I take mine black) Your strong arms, the legs that power your thrust, your lips of pleasure, these are the fuel of my desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...no it is no secret, my love, and to put it very simply, I want you.&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/16640098-112652491875397906?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652491875397906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652491875397906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652491875397906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652491875397906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-put-it-simply-i-want-you.html' title='To Put It Simply, I Want You'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16640098.post-112652458565182748</id><published>2005-04-20T19:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T19:32:26.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>anna and her reason for existence</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;God made us out of love. He saved us because He loves us so much. What more can I say but the reason why I lived is only because of LOVE. I agree that “the choice that we have in relation to anything is always Love”. This is the DIVINE purpose that all of us as Souls have been given – to love unconditionally. We are put into this world because it is our duty to lift each other. As what Pablo Casals wrote, “I feel the capacity to care is the thing which gives life its deepest significance”. I firmly believe that without love, this mission given to us by God will not be delivered, the same thing that we cannot reach our transcendence. I love you, thus, I exist.&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/16640098-112652458565182748?l=annaley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/feeds/112652458565182748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=16640098&amp;postID=112652458565182748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652458565182748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/16640098/posts/default/112652458565182748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaley.blogspot.com/2005/04/anna-and-her-reason-for-existence.html' title='anna and her reason for existence'/><author><name>annaley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16703429253563985850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5gBjhuOmh-g/Sina4ZV2tiI/AAAAAAAAAAY/YkbPE_fZOLs/S220/P1060500.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
