<?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-14127275</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:25:57.794-08:00</updated><category term='tae-bo'/><category term='kevin roberts'/><category term='bicol'/><category term='Brownman Revival'/><category term='mold'/><category term='island'/><category term='spring'/><category term='Saatchi'/><category term='bombing'/><category term='dove'/><category term='glorietta 2'/><category term='serendipity'/><category term='calorie counter'/><category term='cebu island'/><category term='calories'/><category term='love'/><category term='fat'/><category term='fitness'/><category term='ayala mall'/><category term='Diamond Wedding Engagement'/><category term='safety gear'/><category term='heartache'/><title type='text'>Banana Posts</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog talks of random thoughts, events, and reviews.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-2738468893315903994</id><published>2007-10-25T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T02:46:15.501-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Saatchi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin roberts'/><title type='text'>Words from Kevin Roberts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6MTilSlf7w/RyBljBpYuyI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZSCKZMG1oho/s1600-h/annama.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125208028359473954" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6MTilSlf7w/RyBljBpYuyI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZSCKZMG1oho/s320/annama.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6MTilSlf7w/RyBlNxpYuxI/AAAAAAAAAA4/3G1p1K9XemI/s1600-h/annama.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Don't go to the ZOO, go to the JUNGLE."&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is the juiciest piece of wisdom I got from &lt;strong&gt;Mr.Kevin Roberts, CEO of Worldwide &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Saatchi&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Saatchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Yes, he gave me that advice. I just happen to e-mail this guy for some of his opinions on how to develop a smashing idea. It's really amazing for me because I never really thought a man of his stature would take time to reply to my amateur dilemmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sent his reply on a PDF file, my question printed out, and his scribbles everywhere. His &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;handwriting&lt;/span&gt; didn't appear very legible and it took me some time to decipher some words but it was all worth the time. This man is my new idol. Oh, and another memorable quote from his is this: "PRAY for an idea!" which I swear to do!&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/14127275-2738468893315903994?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/2738468893315903994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=2738468893315903994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/2738468893315903994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/2738468893315903994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/10/words-from-kevin-roberts.html' title='Words from Kevin Roberts'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_u6MTilSlf7w/RyBljBpYuyI/AAAAAAAAABA/ZSCKZMG1oho/s72-c/annama.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-8490025891090718749</id><published>2007-10-20T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T23:09:17.297-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ayala mall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='glorietta 2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bombing'/><title type='text'>Glorietta 2 Bombing</title><content type='html'>Me and my friends spent a movie date last Friday to celebrate Pat's birthday. It was so cool because she got us free passes for Euro Cinema. It showcased a lot of celebrated European films and I was so excited to see something new. I believe the last European movie I've seen was Amelie, which I find really witty. And so we watched a Belgian film called "The Kiss" it tells a story about a 16 year old girl wanting to get out of home and go to a ballet school. She finds comfort in a middle aged man who seemed to understand him and eventually, she falls in love with him. Little did she know that the man, Vic, was a pimp and simply eyed her to be another one of his preys. I wasn't able to enjoy the film because of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; messages me and my friends &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;received&lt;/span&gt; about a bombing incident at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glorietta&lt;/span&gt; 2. We were at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Shangri&lt;/span&gt;-la Plaza and like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glorietta&lt;/span&gt;, it's also an Ayala Mall. It freaked the hell out of me. As the play of scenes came about, I can picture the mall exploding. Seriously, I was really scared. I had 9 missed calls from my mother and an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;SMS&lt;/span&gt; message &lt;strong&gt;demanding&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;me to go home immediately from my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ends up that 10 people were dead and more than a hundred wounded. The police findings came into a conclusion that the explosion came from a C4 bomb. A day after, the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Raja&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Sulayman&lt;/span&gt; Group&lt;/strong&gt; claimed responsibility for the explosion that took place. What was their reason for this? Their spokesperson said that they wanted the military to learn a lesson for killing many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Muslims&lt;/span&gt; and they wanted one of their leaders be freed. Why do they have to kill innocent lives for their own issues? Life, indeed is unfair. Innocent people suffer and die while the cruel prevail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-8490025891090718749?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/8490025891090718749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=8490025891090718749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/8490025891090718749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/8490025891090718749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/10/me-and-my-friends-spent-movie-date-last.html' title='Glorietta 2 Bombing'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-6699781504341720309</id><published>2007-10-06T23:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T23:34:58.219-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendsation</title><content type='html'>I came across a site called Friendsation.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this site interesting and fun is its infusion of different community or network sites altogether. Imagine having the facilities of &lt;a href="http://www.friendsation.com/live-chat.php"&gt;Live Chat&lt;/a&gt;, Blogging, Personals, and Phone &lt;a href="http://chat.friendsation.com/"&gt;Chat&lt;/a&gt; all in one website! Now you don't have to log-on different programs just to talk to your friends and loved ones. Who knows, you might just meet &lt;a href="http://www.friendsation.com/"&gt;Dating&lt;/a&gt; partner in this site!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This site is totally free so why don't you click on this link and start connecting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=""&gt;Friendsation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-6699781504341720309?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6699781504341720309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=6699781504341720309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6699781504341720309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6699781504341720309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/10/friendsation.html' title='Friendsation'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-7384270237988762564</id><published>2007-10-02T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T21:15:12.215-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dove'/><title type='text'>Grey Matter Matters</title><content type='html'>Got this from &lt;a href="http://www.adverblog.com/"&gt;www.adverblog.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I instantly fell in love with this site because it features different ads, both print and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;TVCs&lt;/span&gt;. This site definitely helps me gather more grey matter. Check it out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video is one of Dove's ads for its self-esteem fund campaign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="'clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000'" id="'embeddedPlayerVideo'" width="'400'" height="'326'"&gt;&lt;param name="'allowScriptAccess'" value="'always'"&gt;&lt;param name="'quality'" value="'high'"&gt;&lt;param name="'movie'" value="'http://videos.video-loader.com/dsef/onslaught.swf'"&gt;&lt;param name="'flashvars'" value="'bAutoStart="false'"&gt;&lt;embed type="'application/x-shockwave-flash'" src="'http://videos.video-loader.com/dsef/onslaught.swf'" width="'400'" height="'326'" quality="'high'" allowscriptaccess="'always'" flashvars="'bAutoStart="false'"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-7384270237988762564?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7384270237988762564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=7384270237988762564&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/7384270237988762564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/7384270237988762564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/10/grey-matter-matters.html' title='Grey Matter Matters'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-311116547975851643</id><published>2007-09-04T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T11:06:35.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So What? So I'm Crazy?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6MTilSlf7w/Rt2elcmBNQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8h2z1kNFesc/s1600-h/crazy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106411918676014338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6MTilSlf7w/Rt2elcmBNQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8h2z1kNFesc/s200/crazy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may feel like I'm the only one, but I don't stand alone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Somehow, someone out there could befriend his frequent anxieties;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone out there could really suck at fixing the jigsaws of his past;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone out there could secretly feel he is mentally imbalanced;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone out there could have wondered if he's a double ego bitch;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone out there may feel a little left out with arrow strikes;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someone out there could also fear what is yet to be;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and somehow, someone out there isn't losing hope that things will get better no matter how twisted he thinks his mind is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-311116547975851643?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/311116547975851643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=311116547975851643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/311116547975851643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/311116547975851643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/09/so-what-so-im-crazy.html' title='So What? So I&apos;m Crazy?'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_u6MTilSlf7w/Rt2elcmBNQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/8h2z1kNFesc/s72-c/crazy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-6608574857900736351</id><published>2007-08-22T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T09:44:47.601-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='serendipity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Still Waiting for Mr. Serendipity</title><content type='html'>I often ask myself &lt;strong&gt;'Why am I still single?". &lt;/strong&gt;My half-brains seem to find reasons to justify this fact. Am I too much of this? Am I too less of that? Do I have an attitude problem? Or, is it just not on my list of luck? Sometimes I feel sad whenever I am alone and wonder that if I had someone, would it feel better?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's such a shame to feel that my once twisted love affair could have changed this fate. It could have changed everything. I could have had him to comfort me when I'm distressed and all the other things boys do to make girls feel well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But is it really worth my feelings? Is being the "other" girl enough for me to escape my N.B.S.B status? It makes me sick to think so. And then I thought: &lt;strong&gt;Why do we love?&lt;/strong&gt; Is it just an escape to ease down our own personal grievances? That's when I realized I wasn't looking for LOVE at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment, this single girl is still waiting for her own Mr. Serendipity. Let's just call him that since I haven't met him; or realized who he is yet. Yes, when I realize he is the one, I'd make sure I'm not expecting it, I'd make sure I'm not seeking. Is that possible? I really don't know, but I'd prefer it that way. In my own time, I believe he will come. Let's just pray my hopes are still high until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Mr.Serendipity, whoever you might be:&lt;/strong&gt; Don't come if I'm looking. Just wake me up from a deep slumber and maybe I'll fall in love with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-6608574857900736351?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6608574857900736351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=6608574857900736351&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6608574857900736351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6608574857900736351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/08/still-waiting-for-mr-serendipity.html' title='Still Waiting for Mr. Serendipity'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-6870705789434434619</id><published>2007-06-23T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-23T07:54:12.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celeb Kings</title><content type='html'>I took the opportunity to make a review on CelebKings.com, an adult website on Hollywood Celebrities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the layout aspect of the website of &lt;a href="http://www.celebkings.com/home"&gt;CelebKings&lt;/a&gt;, the space weren't really maximized. For a viewer like me, I like to see all the links and clickables without scrolling down too much. The News Updates would look better on the right side of the page, parallel to the main menu, maximizing the space of the screen. Having the News Update on the screen upon loading, the viewer would be able to read the news and updates at once. The problem with putting the News Updates below would always make it overlooked by the members who, clicks on the celebrities at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, the website has a well-organized and well-arranged menu and links. I liked it because even first-timers wouldn't get lost and its easy to get around and browse. Color-wise, I liked the usage of red because it entices the senses which is good because that's what the site is all about. For improvement, it would be better to tone down on the background color (ochre-ish) so it wouldn't take the eyes' attention from the reds and the photos. To make it more interesting, I would suggest a flash presentation of photos; just to have something alive and moving in the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, I liked the organization of the website; its user friendly and its interesting!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-6870705789434434619?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6870705789434434619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=6870705789434434619&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6870705789434434619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6870705789434434619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/06/celeb-kings.html' title='Celeb Kings'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-4843866625175915664</id><published>2007-06-07T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T01:09:01.010-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='safety gear'/><title type='text'>SAFETY GEAR</title><content type='html'>In today's world where almost everything has a price, one would stop and think if the most important things in life can still leave bulk to one's pockets. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, cellphones, laptops and all that gadgetries are important but I think personal safety is just as valuable. Keeping oneself harm-free can be a tough job; it could mean life-threatening circumstances especially for people who dwell with life-threatening jobs each day. Hard hats, Helmets, Safety Goggles, Plugs, Muffs, etc. are all necessary for people to protect themselves while earning their hard-earned money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, does safety come with a heavy pricetag? Maybe, but if you know where to go and where to hunt, you'll definitely buy these Safe Gear in the lowest prices but with the highest and most trusted quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DiscountSafetyGear.Com offers just that! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.discountsafetygear.com/head-protection.html"&gt;Hard Hats&lt;/a&gt;? This site offers a wide variety of these head protection gear all year round for every season.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing for eye protection? &lt;a href="http://www.discountsafetygear.com/eye-protection-goggles.html"&gt;Safety Goggles&lt;/a&gt; are easily available at DiscountSafetyGear.Com as well! They also offer &lt;a href="http://www.discountsafetygear.com/first-aid-first-aid-kits.html"&gt;First Aid Kits&lt;/a&gt; for eveyday need and storage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the website, I like the theme that they put into the web design. With just one look, one would be able to understand that it offers safety equipments for industrial companies. I also noticed that the site is very organized and the viewer wouldn't have a tough time in finding items they're interested in buying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the products, I think having more participating brands would induce more customer choices. Other than the points I have mentioned, the store is great because nothing is missing and everything needed was properly placed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-4843866625175915664?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4843866625175915664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=4843866625175915664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/4843866625175915664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/4843866625175915664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/06/safety-gear.html' title='SAFETY GEAR'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-6532648196544300749</id><published>2007-06-06T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T04:54:13.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting to know more of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" align="center" border="0" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bg align="center" style="color:#DDDDDD;"&gt;&lt;span style="'color:black;font-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Interpersonal Intelligence Score: 72%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.blogthings.com/howdoesyourinterpersonalintelligenceratequiz/intelligence-4.jpg" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your Interpersonal Intelligence is High&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely a "people person." You enjoy spending time with others.You instinctively understand people, and you are both a good counsellor and mediator.However, there are definitely times when you've had enough. And that's when you cherish being alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/howdoesyourinterpersonalintelligenceratequiz/"&gt;How Does Your Interpersonal Intelligence Rate?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-6532648196544300749?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6532648196544300749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=6532648196544300749&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6532648196544300749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6532648196544300749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/06/getting-to-know-more-of.html' title='Getting to know more of...'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-799979980920213654</id><published>2007-06-01T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T19:30:49.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>InPhonic.Com</title><content type='html'>Without a doubt, cellular phones are the "it" gadget this millenium; almost everyone owns one of these handy machines. Who would have thought that a small and compact cellular phone could actually have a camera, computer and organizer in one? Who would have thought that you can actually know the latest news about the world through these gadgets? The advancement of technology is really in a fast pace I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to catch up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of cellphone companies offer various helpful services for their subscribers like: weather forecasts, horoscopes, &lt;a href=""&gt;ringtones&lt;/a&gt;, wallpapers, games, etc. For a person like me, I like the weather forecast service best because it helps me prepare for what stuff to bring and to wear for the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These cellphone companies are popping-up everywhere but from among them, I've spotted a particular website that offers all the things I have mentioned and more! I am talking about InPhonic.Com, this website offers ringtones, weather forecasts, horoscopes and the likes, plus, they also offer cellphone plans for those who want to purchase a new cellular phone or get a new plan. Isn't that great? Everything you need for your cellphone is here, latest enhancements, easy purchases and affordable payments all in one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to subscribe to weather forecasts and know the latest, check out &lt;a href="http://washington.bizjournals.com/washington/stories/2006/04/24/daily60.html"&gt; InPhonic and WeatherBug&lt;/a&gt; websites. This service is really useful like I have mentioned a while ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're more into the music thing, feel free to browse through &lt;a href="http://wirefly.mfly.com/"&gt; Wirefly Ringtones&lt;/a&gt; for the latest and coolest ringtones available. It's that easy! Choose from a very wide variety of music from different well-known artsist and genres. You can choose from the likes of Akon, to Ne-Yo, to Fall Out Boy in this single website, all you need is to type your cellular digits in and all you have to do is wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-799979980920213654?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/799979980920213654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=799979980920213654&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/799979980920213654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/799979980920213654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/06/inphoniccom.html' title='InPhonic.Com'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-5082286723059539964</id><published>2007-05-22T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T21:56:28.245-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calorie counter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='calories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fitness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fat'/><title type='text'>CALORIE COUNTER</title><content type='html'>I'm having this dilemma of losing a few pounds this time of the year. I noticed accumulating fats in my thighs and in my abdomen and the sight is really bothering. I'm feeling a lot of urges to pig-out and crave sweets and fatty food although I know these foods won't do me any good. For my height and weight, I have a 21 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;BMI&lt;/span&gt; and it falls on the normal/healthy range but it would be better if I can manage and control my calorie intake to avoid gaining more weight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is helpful to have a &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calorie counter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; that's easily accessible for daily use. Just visit MyFitnessPal.Com and calculate that calories in an instant! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;MyFitnessPal&lt;/span&gt;.Com&lt;/strong&gt; offers a very efficient &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;free calorie counter&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to help me sum up all my accumulated calorie intake throughout the day. Being knowledgeable about how much I ate helps me to be more careful in making food choices. The &lt;a href="http://www.myfitnesspal.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;calorie counting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; service is absolutely free so you don't really have to worry in spending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keeping yourself healthy doesn't have to be expensive. I just takes discipline, self-control and dedication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-5082286723059539964?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/5082286723059539964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=5082286723059539964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/5082286723059539964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/5082286723059539964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/05/calorie-counter.html' title='CALORIE COUNTER'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-6504138375999951297</id><published>2007-05-16T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T00:35:06.336-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diamond Wedding Engagement'/><title type='text'>DIAMOND RINGS</title><content type='html'>In less than 10 years from now, someone I know would probably be saying their "I do" already. Time is running really fast and it seems like I'm caught in a whirlwind of events. It was like yesterday when I stepped into college and now in a year's time I'm getting out of it.For me, I'd like to get a stable career, but for others of course, nothing beats prioritizing the thrill of romance and marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the lucky few who have found their perfect match, prince charmings and princesses, I found the perfect solution for your big day; whether it be an engagement or a wedding. &lt;a href="http://www.mysolitaire.com"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MySolitaire.Com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; provides every jewelry I could think of! Their site features a wide variety of engagement rings to wedding rings made exquisitely for that special day. They offer &lt;a href="http://www.my"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Engagement Rings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mysolitaire.com/diamondrings/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Diamond Rings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to die for, and &lt;a href="http://www.mysolitaire.com/weddingrings/"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wedding Rings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for every couple's most special day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The product range is really interesting and all are beautiful without a doubt; but the product I fell in love with were the &lt;strong&gt;Gemstone Jewelry&lt;/strong&gt;! If you haven't found someone to marry yet, this product is perfect for you. It exudes your own personality with the variety of gemstones to choose from. This would be my "it" product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found the photos of the products okay but it would be better if the photos are clearer, perhaps a &lt;strong&gt;higher resolution&lt;/strong&gt;? Customers would really love to take the best look on the product as if they're looking at them with their very eyes. The &lt;strong&gt;flowers and the ribbons within the site is absolutely unnecessary&lt;/strong&gt;. It just gets the attention of the customers but it doesn't have a purpose there. It would also help if the links on both sides of the page are less &lt;strong&gt;congested&lt;/strong&gt;, it takes the viewers eyes away from the product to be sold. Other than that, everything is great, especially the product. &lt;strong&gt;So far it's the best product of its kind I've seen in my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, if you are interested, visit &lt;a href="http://www.mysolitaire.com"&gt;MySolitaire.Com&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-6504138375999951297?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6504138375999951297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=6504138375999951297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6504138375999951297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6504138375999951297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/05/diamond-rings.html' title='DIAMOND RINGS'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-4594440539662893191</id><published>2007-04-26T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T23:03:05.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spring'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicol'/><title type='text'>FRESH AIR</title><content type='html'>A week away from the city is one of my goals this summer, I love feeling the sea breeze and staring at the star-infested sky. Being in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Bicol&lt;/span&gt; (my province) brings back a lot of good memories and experiences I had as a child. I remember island-hopping from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Natunawan&lt;/span&gt; Island, San Miguel Island and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kurangon&lt;/span&gt; (Coral Island). I love being at the beach, riding 5 peso ride pedicabs and souvenir shopping! Although fun,  all these activities are nothing to the joy of spending time with my relatives there, especially my cousins. We love laughing at our childhood photos where we all looked so cute and innocent, we love going to the mall to buy our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Chikito&lt;/span&gt; Snack and we love just spending time to catch up and to tell stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;second&lt;/span&gt; day stay, me and my cousins headed out to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Buang&lt;/span&gt;, a cold spring in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Tabaco&lt;/span&gt; City. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Imagine&lt;/span&gt; an "Ice-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;tubig&lt;/span&gt;" bath, really refreshing. This resort has always been one of my favorites, I've always been there as a child. I remember back then when they had only 2 pools and now, they have 5 or 6 with a really big one. The best thing about our latest outing was the fact that it was the first time that we were allowed to go somewhere on our own, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;adult less&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;parent less&lt;/span&gt;. We were all youth there! Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Bicol&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-4594440539662893191?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/4594440539662893191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=4594440539662893191&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/4594440539662893191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/4594440539662893191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/04/fresh-air.html' title='FRESH AIR'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-6443932268909178784</id><published>2007-04-17T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T00:38:09.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST GOT LUCKY.</title><content type='html'>I just got home from our Thesis Orientation, in a matter of days, I'm officially a college Senior. I can't believe college came and now ending that fast! Anyway, I was really listening and considering each and every Thesis topic I'm going to delve into. From the time I learned about thesis, I promised myself to take it really seriously. This subject could decide my career life! Since I was listening intently, I couldn't help but notice the diffused attention of my batch mates. Our College Head was talking and explaining the topics but they're not listening! Do they know how important this matter is? I just don't understand. But then later on, I realized that people do have different attention spans and interests, you can't really have them all listen to you especially if the topic isn't appealing to them. This matter goes out in almost every venture that needs to attract people, you should &lt;strong&gt;know what the audience are interested in and what is the best medium to send the message.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a majoring advertising student and from the get-go, my professors already planted in me the importance of knowing what your market wants and to supply that data with proper information, aesthetic content, and relevance to the market's needs and wants. It's not easy to gather a loyal audience and maintaining current audience is just as hard. Like traditional advertising, gathering and maintaining audiences are also important to bloggers and on-line advertisers. I know how hard it is to have people click your site and read what you wrote, some people just don't find reading blogs that interesting. &lt;strong&gt;So as a blogger, what are the things that I can do to gather and maintain my blog audience? &lt;/strong&gt;What sets &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com/blog-1684.html"&gt;My Blog&lt;/a&gt; apart from others that makes my audiences keep coming back for more? This article, &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com/blog/?p=15"&gt;27+1 Tips for Building and Maintaining a Blog Audience&lt;/a&gt; helped me avoid the mistakes I had before and supplied me with new tips and tricks to make my blog more interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to add another tip, &lt;strong&gt;it would be better if more bloggers include positivity, good values, and learnings in their posts.&lt;/strong&gt; It wouldn't only uplift their audiences emotionally but it would also promote the goodness in every event that comes in each and everyone of us. This tip may not be that important for bloggers who look at it in a technical and intellectual way but for me this matter is important because it teaches your audience to look at every situation as &lt;strong&gt;a chance to learn more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Interested Advertiser?&lt;/strong&gt; Please visit my &lt;a href="http://www.sponsoredreviews.com/blog-1684.html"&gt;Public Blog Profile.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-6443932268909178784?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/6443932268909178784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=6443932268909178784&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6443932268909178784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/6443932268909178784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/04/just-got-lucky.html' title='JUST GOT LUCKY.'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-8534393442663981791</id><published>2007-04-16T13:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T14:26:31.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GLYCONUTRIENTS</title><content type='html'>My dearest mom just graduated, and now, she's holding a Master's Degree in Nursing. Being an educator and a nurse's daughter, I grew up with difficult medical terms I don't know the meaning of. I even remembered how funny it was when I found out that the funny red spot on my forehead is actually called a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Telangiactic&lt;/span&gt; Nevi. Up until today, I'm bombarded with medical terms caused by my unintentional eavesdropping to my mom's lectures. I've almost heard it all, from hypoglycemia to hyperthyroidism, obstetrics to growth and development, fluids and electrolytes, and even vitamins and nutrients you name it, I've heard it. But what is it about these topics that really drive my mom to teach? It's the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;importance&lt;/span&gt; of providing her students ample knowledge in order to bring better health to the community. For nurses, health is always first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Health has always been a concern of almost everyone&lt;/strong&gt;. I, for one, am very much concerned not only with my own health but with others as well. Can you imagine yourself being unhealthy? Imagine your body not being able to cope with everyday tasks because of poor immune system, hence not feeling well enough to function &lt;strong&gt;well enough&lt;/strong&gt;. It would probably be a dull sight. Why can't your body just automatically repair and protect itself from the stressful and polluted surroundings? One of reason might point you to this, your body might be lacking of &lt;a href="http://blog.glycoinformation.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Glyconutrients&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/a&gt; How did &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Glyconutrients&lt;/span&gt; got in the picture? You see, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Glyconutrients&lt;/span&gt; are actually sugars that are found in food, these sugars aid the body to regenerate, repair, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;protect&lt;/span&gt; itself. So if these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Glyconutrients&lt;/span&gt; are actually in food, how can you lack with such? This is because these &lt;a href="http://www.glycoinformation.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Glyconutrients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; are found in foods that are harvested on land like &lt;strong&gt;root crops and fungi&lt;/strong&gt; and unfortunately, our over-the-counter, shelf-stacked foods lack those raw materials. This is why your body, like our food, is in short of these sugars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing this kind of information &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;influenced&lt;/span&gt; my food choices; instead of having burgers and soda, why not eat baked potatoes or mushroom soup? In this world of illnesses and epidemics, why take risks? &lt;strong&gt;Protect yourself&lt;/strong&gt; now and know more about &lt;a href="http://blog.glycoinformation.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Glyconutrients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and its benefits. Live longer, live happer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT GLYCONUTRIENTS, Visit: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glycoinformation.com"&gt;http://www.glycoinformation.com&lt;/a&gt; and read their blog at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.glycoinformation.com"&gt;http://blog.glycoinformation.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-8534393442663981791?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/8534393442663981791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=8534393442663981791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/8534393442663981791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/8534393442663981791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/04/glyconutrients.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.glycoinformation.com&quot;&gt;GLYCONUTRIENTS&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-7871648513548602454</id><published>2007-04-14T11:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T11:16:56.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mold'/><title type='text'>MOLD.MOLDED.</title><content type='html'>Just turned off the TV, watched Herbie at Disney Channel and Pinoy Big Brother Season two 3rd Eviction Night; seriously I don’t know what’s gotten into me for patronizing this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that I find Lindsay Lohan a lot more attractive with the curves than her current stick-thin skele-taur bod (I’m sorry, I couldn’t call that a figure, call me old-fashioned but the Marilyn curves still does it for me). She looked so sexy on Mean Girls, I don’t know why she picked the unhealthy look Nicole Richie and underweight fashion models are dying to achieve. Speaking of body image and issues, I guess these negative outlooks towards ones looks and image is greatly affected by what people &lt;strong&gt;“think”&lt;/strong&gt; is perfect. It’s like there’s always a set of mold one should fit into to be accepted. Beyonce isn’t skinny at all but she’s sexy. She’s a living example that you don’t have to change the way you look to feel great, you just need feel good in the body you’re born with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, that’s the beauty queen &lt;strong&gt;“world peace”&lt;/strong&gt; type of answer, but I know it’s right somehow. I mean, I’m no perfect and I do have issues like everybody else. I’ve been struggling with my weight since grade school, I really hated looking fat and I hate being teased as fat. Am I walking LARD or something? That insecurity shut off my confidence but all those teasing fueled my determination to look healthier. I can’t say that I’ve really achieved my goal because man tends to want more than what he has and I’m human. Oh well, men’s vulnerability.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-7871648513548602454?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/7871648513548602454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=7871648513548602454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/7871648513548602454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/7871648513548602454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/04/moldmolded.html' title='MOLD.MOLDED.'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-117649252732965187</id><published>2007-04-13T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:11:09.521-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartache'/><title type='text'>Teach Me Heartache</title><content type='html'>Whew. It's been a while since I've posted. Anyway, a lot of things happened and I got it all jot down :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 25, 2007&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THIRD YEAR IS OFFICIALLY OVER.whew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 17, 2006&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while and a lot of events took place these last few weeks. It's been tedious but here I am, still kicking and fortunately updating this blog.&lt;br /&gt;-February 16th, Friday was the focal point of all our &lt;strong&gt;Fashion Show&lt;/strong&gt; preparations. Finally, &lt;strong&gt;Sidewalk&lt;/strong&gt; is over and things went well. There were a lot of disappointments prior to the Fashion show. First is the cost; of course we had to pay for everything: the venue, the clothes, the shoes, the food and all. Secondly, are the unforseen events that made us lose some of our models days before the show. It's a good thing we had back-ups and people who were willing to help us. Thanks Jackie and Carla for saying yes, our group really appreciated your cooperation. Kiss! And last and most certainly is the most disappointing is the really bad worksmanship of some of the clothes we had made. We paid quite a sum for each dress and it didn't turn out the way we wanted it to, of course, as a designer you'd get disappointed that your design wasn't followed. It's just not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To our models: Bea, Carla, Klarizz, Bambi, David, JC a.k.a Chuckie, Marianne, Jackie, Lynette and Kristell, Thank you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Aside from our Brusq priorities, me and George still have other responsibilities in the Creatives Committee i.e Copywriting and Proofreading of profiles. It's a good feeling to see what wrote published in the net and in the invites. We make a good team YG! :) Allen's Hell Week digest at Yahoo Groups definitely worked. He always scared us off with his deadliest deadlines. Let's not forget what Emma and George did on a Rehearsal day, you guys owe me!&lt;br /&gt;-After the pains came the best part...Sidewalk na! My eyes feasted over Disturbingly Hot (na crush yata ng lahat ng babae dun, hehe Brusq lng pala.) and Ex, who looked so cute with that velvet hat.&lt;br /&gt;-AdDos rocked the night. &lt;strong&gt;We made history again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11,2007&lt;br /&gt;-Finally, Hell Week's over. Animation na lang! @_@&lt;br /&gt;-Our Metropop presentation turned out well, kulang lang sa rehearse, nasobrahan sa pag-fidget, pero ayos lang. :) Patly's group gave out a good presentation too, the best i've seen that day. You rocked girls! Love ya!&lt;br /&gt;-Nakakamiss and Marvex Drive. Ha ha! Halos 4 na araw kaming nakatira dun kakagawa ng Ad Campaign, well, all the hardwork, floor "lampaso" modes, makeovers and LSS marathons paid off bacause &lt;strong&gt;we got 94&lt;/strong&gt;. Yey! I was relieved when Sir Velez said we did a much better job than the group from AD 3-3. Of course that remark lifted us up, we pissed him off last week so we were scared he'll be unforgivable in the presentation. He definitely taught us how important time was, nobody got late that day; everybody were up on their toes! Haaay basta I'm so glad it's over.&lt;br /&gt;-Hindi na ako matahimik ng thoughts ko about my former friend's ym message. I certainly missed him and somehow it felt good that he wanted me to communicate with him again but certain things were said and for a year, things got so silent. We haven't talked for more than a year and here he comes acting as if nothing happened. Nkakainis din naman yun diba? I even have this "buti nga" and "ano ka ngayon?" feeling towards him right now because as far as I can remember, he ignored me first. For me, it took too long for this situation to come and I've made up my mind; I won't have him back anymore even if I miss him. I already forgave him for all he did but forgiveness doesn't mean gaining trust back. We're better off living our separate lives and I'm happy. :) Wachaaang!! :) Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TEACH ME HEARTACHE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-117649252732965187?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/117649252732965187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=117649252732965187&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/117649252732965187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/117649252732965187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2007/04/teach-me-heartache.html' title='Teach Me Heartache'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114827875045172189</id><published>2006-05-21T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:19:10.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Annama, your closet's inspired by the '60s &lt;----whoa!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and smell the patchouli, flower child. Whether or not you've ever sported bell-bottoms or love beads, you've got a natural vibe that's sure to radiate from deep within your closet.The '60s were a time for being free and natural. Just think of the homemade tie-dyes, Birkenstocks, and wild hair. Our inner mood ring senses that a smart, centered chick like you prefers a low-maintenance look, too. But easygoing doesn't have to mean boring. You know how to add flair with a few, small touches like vintage boots or a chunky beaded necklace. Girl, simplicity has never looked so groovy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114827875045172189?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114827875045172189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114827875045172189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114827875045172189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114827875045172189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/05/annama-your-closets-inspired-by-60s.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114572696309578855</id><published>2006-04-22T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:06:25.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man, am I PROUD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an Entertaining Mischief-Maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50670/tests/troublemaker/index.jsp?testname=troublemakerogt&amp;amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;What Kind of Troublemaker Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50671/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114572696309578855?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114572696309578855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114572696309578855&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114572696309578855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114572696309578855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/04/man-am-i-proud.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114486317730734610</id><published>2006-04-12T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:34:10.873-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cebu island'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bicol'/><title type='text'>Troubled</title><content type='html'>April 11, 2006 Yesterday was quite fun for me and the Bitters(my barkada), it's clearance day and we finally had our moments of hugging and tormenting others with our "&lt;em&gt;mahalay&lt;/em&gt;" kisses and snuggling. Yes Pat, i'm talking about you! Ha ha ha! Anyways, even if I wanted to hang out more at school, I didn't have a choice but to leave with my &lt;em&gt;barkada&lt;/em&gt; or else i'll be a big L there. L for loner. And because we looove Pat so much (yeah right!) we went with her to SM North to get her PS2 controller switched to a new one (hope it works this time!). Anyways, going home was fun! We boarded MRT! I feel so stupid because we were planning to go inside the first cabin but I saw this sign saying " For women, elderly and children ONLY.", for some reason, I don't know why I hesitated to go in. Hey! I'm a woman! Hahaha! I even blocked George and Joyce because I don't want to let them in either. The guard was laughing at us! Seriously, I felt so, let's just say, high. I wasn't aware there's a cabin like that, I think it's just the 2nd time that I rode MRT. I still prefer LRT2 though! Fave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our barkada had so many plans for yesterday but nothing really came about except the impromptu "Hey SM North &lt;em&gt;tayo&lt;/em&gt;!" thing. I don't know, but I was so eager of going out and staying outside for the meantime that i'm willing to go anywhere. I feel so bored inside this house, I mean there are a lot of things to do but still, there's this longing for having some fun outside. Damn. I really really want to go to Cebu even if going there and back would make me 5 pounds heavier! All I do there is eat, sleep, go out, and shop! That's Cebu fun! Going to Bicol is also an option, I mean, it's been a while since I've been there. I miss some of my cousins (little Hannah), and the Mayon-fresh air. Ha ha ha! Mama said there could be a chance that we could go to HK this June. I really really hope we could go. Another reason why I hate staying inside the house is that it gives me all the time and reason to think about so many things; even things I seriously don't want to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had this feeling of wanting to control how you feel towards someone? I feel like I'm having that dilemma. When you like somebody, you like them because you have reasons to, but what if one reason is getting over another? That ain't right right?! I don't know why I'm starting to like another person; I don't know if I really like him or I just wanted someone to fill a hole left in me. Someone to ease the pain(naks). Someone to redirect my attention, or we could say, have my attention. A proccupation. I seriously don't know, but I hope not. It's unfair. It really sucks feeling this way because I can't even figure myself out. &lt;em&gt;Haaayy&lt;/em&gt;-Life's dilemmas- Why do you feel what you don't want to feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to fall in love, but I feel like I am, I hate myself for it.&lt;br /&gt;"What is this that I feel? And what is this that I fear?- The Willing Well II- Fear Through the Eyes of Madness; Co&amp;amp;Ca&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114486317730734610?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114486317730734610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114486317730734610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114486317730734610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114486317730734610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/04/ewan.html' title='Troubled'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114425470087448456</id><published>2006-04-05T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:38:05.557-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tae-bo'/><title type='text'>hooo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/P3260057.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 6,2006&lt;br /&gt;I feel like crap this Summer.I really hate that feeling of being useless, on the other hand it's also nice being lazy, just to fill up the schoolyear's hardwork, right? To be honest, I still think my body hasn't yet recovered from the pains and aches of making plates *teardrop*, I mean it really hurts you know? My classmates would understand, I bet my ass they feel the same ay. Ha ha ha! Kidding. Anyways, two days ago I was talking about Tae-Bo, hehe, well, we tried this Cardio Kung Fu, man, it beat the hell out of me. But it feels good afterwards (If you don't have that muscle shock things...), 'coz you'll feel lighter and more capable of doing more strenuous stuff. Agh, this losing weight is all I think about. One reason why I miss school, because at school I don't need to exercise to lose weight. Stress is good enough to burn all you ate. Ha ha ha! It felt so nice that I finally opened up to my cousins about ,my so-called love life. Well, I really think it's a sign of moving on, I can finally talk about it without getting bitter. ( Thanks for your dream Agi) Agi had a dream that I came up to her to tell her I'm over xxx. Isn't that nice? I think it is. Finally, the pains were gone, well not totally but it's manageable. :) Besides, there's a whole world out there for me, I think something, or if not, someone's out there for me. It may not be romantic, it could be just plain friendship. I think I prefer that more at the moment. I need to meet more friends! I missed that out when I had my "own world". Heck, that was over, I'm thankful. I think I'll miss those sharing moments when Ate Jing leaves for New York. Even though at times she bugs us, she's still an ate, she's still our ate. Thanks sa Starbucks. Ha ha ha. Anyway, she's open about everything so it's not hard opening up either. We'll &lt;em&gt;mishu&lt;/em&gt; girl. &lt;em&gt;Ingat sa mga N&lt;/em&gt;. Ha ha ha!&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------- Fellowbloggers and friends, I wish to be open about this, Coheed and Cambria totally blows me away...damn...This band makes me want to be an irritating groupie. Hahaha!!! Sh*t! They're so good (at least on my point of view), I think everyone should try listening to them sometime. The major setback though is that one can't really understand the songs unless he knows the story of the comics behind it which is also written by Claudio Sanchez, the vocalist. Okay this time I won't be selfish. During my freshman year, I don't really want people to know this band because i don't want them to look mainstream, or anything close to that. Right now, I prefer bands that are good but aren't on the "mainstream". I know Coheed and Cambria is getting more popular now but I hope that won't destroy them ( Limp Bizkit?! See?), I mean, most mainstream bands are now &lt;em&gt;"jologs"&lt;/em&gt; so to speak, unless they're really really that cool to overcome &lt;em&gt;"jologness".&lt;/em&gt; Crap. What am I talking about.&lt;br /&gt;For people who wants to know more about this praiseworthy band, visit their fanclub site at: &lt;a href="http://www.cobaltandcalcium.com/"&gt;http://www.cobaltandcalcium.com/&lt;/a&gt;I love the chorus of this song so much I wanna share it. It's actually on the point of view of an assassin who falls in love with the protagonist's girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;(Velorium Camper II: Backend of Forever; Co&amp;amp;Ca)&lt;br /&gt;So you had your turn and you made it work&lt;br /&gt;now I'm the laughing stock of your joke&lt;br /&gt;as crazy as it may seem I cried for you when you&lt;br /&gt;told me to date all of the things&lt;br /&gt;that made you end up in my life&lt;br /&gt;and I'll believe anything I have no luck with girls&lt;br /&gt;I overheard that you were unhappy too&lt;br /&gt;misleading trust into a relationship that makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;over and out Connecticut&lt;br /&gt;but you had your back turned there as you faded away&lt;br /&gt;at the end of my day I found out&lt;br /&gt;you weren't worth what I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;what I thought of you&lt;br /&gt;write this down in your diary you abuse,&lt;br /&gt;can we make plans can I just get through to you&lt;br /&gt;is this weird...do I scare her?I'll wish on this, I'll wish with this&lt;br /&gt;I, I'll wish... that you could share the love you'd shared with others, with me&lt;br /&gt;This isn't love so forever let it go...forever let it burn&lt;br /&gt;This isn't love there on the backend of forever I wish I would never hurt again...&lt;br /&gt;--- Last night was quite exhausting, me and my cousin had some kickology!!! Hahaha!!! Man, that Tae-Bo can really beat your sweat out of you. I never thought it could be that exhausting, but it feels quite good doing it (with a few cracking bones and twisted muscle on the side). I really hate excess eating during the Summer. Hu hu hu. I mean, its so hard to lose weight then you'll just gain it back in just a few days. Isn't that depressing? hahaha! Do I sound pathetic? Yeah I guess so.&lt;br /&gt;--- As much as I would like this summer to be as fruitful as possible, hmm I don't think that's gonna happen. The dance lessons doesn't look clear anymore, me and Kaypee are the only ones interested. Damn I have to relocate that frustration to that blasted Kickology. Anyways, George wished me luck on reproducing. Fruitful daw eh. Nyokkk.Nyok. Nyok. Okay, find me a willing co-reproducer. Hahaha! Waa speaking of my friends, I miss them soo much already! :( Can't wait for clearance day.&lt;br /&gt;Tummy ache!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114425470087448456?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114425470087448456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114425470087448456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114425470087448456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114425470087448456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/04/hooo.html' title='hooo'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114370849137697093</id><published>2006-03-30T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T00:48:11.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/P3260053.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/200/P3260053.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/P3270083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/200/P3270083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my still sober friends....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114370849137697093?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114370849137697093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114370849137697093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114370849137697093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114370849137697093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/03/with-my-still-sober-friends.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114364935221451004</id><published>2006-03-29T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T08:28:03.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/P3260045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/320/P3260045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 28,2006I just came from our Corregidor trip. OMG, it was a heck of a memorable-moments-filled trip.8:00am we started boarding at Sun Cruises located at CCP Complex in Roxas Blvd. The tour started at once, it ended at about 3 pm and so we were given a 2 hour break for siesta or whatever. The AD 2-2 girls, including yours truly spent that spare time swimming on the frog-infested pool of the inn, and the rocky beach of the isle. At about 5:30, we were fetched to have a tour on Malinta Tunnel's 1,000 bed hospital lateral. It actually gave me the creeps because the Japanese soldiers committed suicide there at that very area. We even saw shattered bones due to the explosion of the dynamited they attached to themselves. I was like, "What were they thinking?". But heck, people don't think alike; I am reminded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After dinner, the whole AD 2-2 group decided to have a drink. Okay, another inuman session, nope i'm not hooked. I just had 2 bottles of Whappak Red Kabayo, not because i'm drunk, i wasn't even dizzy, it was because i really felt bloated. I thought my pants are going to pop anytime that night. I'm really wondering why that Colt 45 gave me a little weng weng, while its stronger type, the Red Kabayo, didn't change my sober state. Maybe part of being so was because i'm watching over my 3 roommates who, unfortunately, all got drunk. Damn they were hard to lift, dress, brush (teeth), and put to sleep. The boys and some of the girls were worried about my three pals, most of them stayed until about 11pm to help me, when the 3 were much more relaxed. I'm telling you, that experience was hard, putting three drunk girls to sleep is such a tough job! They all want to stand up and do their thing, but they can't stand straight to do so! I'd bet they weren't even thinking straight! haha! They were, really. They didn't recall! Oh, those moments. The ghost stories about Corregidor? It's nothing! Just get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114364935221451004?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114364935221451004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114364935221451004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114364935221451004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114364935221451004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-282006i-just-came-from-our.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114321037997684030</id><published>2006-03-24T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T02:45:44.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brownman Revival'/><title type='text'>Brownman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/Yun%20yun%20eh!(034).jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/Yun%20yun%20eh!(034).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="124" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/320/Yun%20yun%20eh%21%28034%29.jpg" width="109" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 24, 2006Last night was a blast. Damn i felt the last-day of-school-spirit as i bid Sophomore year farewell. It was really weird because i thought we're gonna have our male classmates with us in our "drinking-the-sophomore-year-goodbye-session" but i was told they don't drink. Wow. I was really shocked. We do have a lot of good boys in our class, no vices whatsoever, which is totally okay. Hanga nga ako eh.So we ended up drinking with our male irregs. We crossed the then flooded España, and went staight to Mayrics. Sandwich and Imago were going to play that night.Sayang. Almost all the girls were there, except a few who already had earlier engagements. I just had two bottles of beer; the first one was Colt45 (Red Horse alternative daw...) and on the second, i just had SanMig light. It's actually the first time i took that much beer, i'm not really a beer type of girl, i prefer hard drinks. I don't know why but maybe because i got used to it already. Besides, &lt;em&gt;mas mabilis yung tama&lt;/em&gt;. *weng-weng-weng* Hahaha!!! Pat really got drunk, and even with her skinny figure, she was damn heavy leaning on me! I think she drank two Colt 45, and for a girl who gets drunk easily, i don't think it was a good choice of beverage. Hahaha! &lt;em&gt;Pat, balik ka nlng muna ssa Shirley Temple.Ha&lt;/em&gt;? Kidding.We went back to UST at about 6pm. Yeah, and aga namin mag-inuman no? Anyways, i was really determined to play DOTA after that session but even a short mode game couldn't fit into an hour. I was devastated. I'm supposed to be fetched at 7pm, and so i was, and i wasn't able to play DOTA for the last time before Summer steps in. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;--&lt;br /&gt;Good news!15 puppies came into this world to lighten up my already brilliant life. Yeah, things couldn't get any better, so i'm enjoying every bit of it.Anyone interested in purchasing these cute cute cuteee puppies just tag me okay? All 15 are purely-bred Labrador Retrievers, 1 month old, 3 ofwhich are yellow, the rest black. They are all cute i swear!!! Maybe i can post pics here.*my butt is aching*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At last! One more week before this school year comes to a rest. Finally. Most of the professors already gave us an idea of the grades we got for the entire sem. So far, my grades are okay. I'm just quite bothered about how people, especially my classmates, see me. I really appreciate the fact that they are proud of me and that they recognize what i can do but for me it doesn't end there. I feel a certain barrier separating me from them. When they say "&lt;em&gt;Uy karir&lt;/em&gt;!" i feel bad because that's not true. They work just as hard as i do and i know they can do better than me. I really detest the word "&lt;em&gt;karir&lt;/em&gt;" as a part of my vocabulary. I don't know how to explain it exactly but i just hope they don't differentiate me too much from them.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, doing plates should be having fun and loving what you do, maybe that's what makes me different. Sometimes i do have that passion to do my best but i know even if making plates are hard, it could still be enjoyable. One word that couldn't modify me is "serious" so for some who thinks i take my plates seriously, you're wrong. If i was, i couldn't have lasted a year. I love having fun! If i get good grades, well that's great, if i don't, well at least my hopes weren't so high. I had fun naman. &lt;em&gt;Diba?&lt;/em&gt; I just want to clear that out.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Me, George (who's now left teenhood). Mommy Andrea Papaya(dressed to kill), Shobe (Dino-diehard), and Joyce (hindi namin yan ka-group! haha! ) officially became BMR (Brownman Revival) groupies. Yes, you read that right, groupies.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Galle at about 3 pm to do our "ADPRAC" project *yeah right!* but we really went there for the BMR Album Tour. Hahaha! Anyway, it started at about 5:30. Our butts grew sores for more than an hour there.I really liked Jan, the percussionist with the dreadful dreads. Yeah that one. And of course Jao, the adorable bassist. OMG i even had a pic with him! I'd rather not show it, obviously, i couldn't keep my "&lt;em&gt;kiligness&lt;/em&gt;". I was smiling like there's no tomorrow. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;In fairness they liked me and George's half-naked painting of ate Glenda. Whew! Men. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I had my Disney princesses fan signed. Me and that fan had so many memeorable times na ha! hahaha!Man that fan is too precious for a McDonalds giveaway.Few weeks ago my crush from Archi borrowed it. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;Did i say we used to tease groups of girls there as groupies?! Now look who's talking. Tsk.And did i say nag-abang kami sa elevator afterwards? Sooo groupie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114321037997684030?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114321037997684030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114321037997684030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114321037997684030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114321037997684030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/03/march-24-2006last-night-was-blast.html' title='Brownman'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114300582769728212</id><published>2006-03-21T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:37:07.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/Image(371).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/320/Image%28371%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news!15 puppies came into this world to lighten up my already brilliant life. Yeah, things couldn't get any better, so i'm enjoying every bit of it.Anyone interested in purchasing these cute cute cuteee puppies just tag me okay? All 15 are purely-bred Labrador Retrievers, 1 month old, 3 ofwhich are yellow, the rest black. They are all cute i swear!!! Maybe i can post pics here.*my butt is aching*&lt;br /&gt;At last! One more week before this school year comes to a rest. Finally. Most of the professors already gave us an idea of the grades we got for the entire sem. So far, my grades are okay. I'm just quite bothered about how people, especially my classmates, see me. I really appreciate the fact that they are proud of me and that they recognize what i can do but for me it doesn't end there. I feel a certain barrier separating me from them. When they say "Uy karir!" i feel bad because that's not true. They work just as hard as i do and i know they can do better than me. I really detest the word "karir" as a part of my vocabulary. I don't know how to explain it exactly but i just hope they don't differentiate me too much from them.&lt;br /&gt;Besides, doing plates should be having fun and loving what you do, maybe that's what makes me different. Sometimes i do have that passion to do my best but i know even if making plates are hard, it could still be enjoyable. One word that couldn't modify me is "serious" so for some who thinks i take my plates seriously, you're wrong. If i was, i couldn't have lasted a year. I love having fun! If i get good grades, well that's great, if i don't, well at least my hopes weren't so high. I had fun naman. Diba? I just want to clear that out.&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;Last Friday, Me, George (who's now left teenhood). Mommy Andrea Papaya(dressed to kill), Shobe (Dino-diehard), and Joyce (hindi namin yan ka-group! haha! ) officially became BMR (Brownman Revival) groupies. Yes, you read that right, groupies.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived at Galle at about 3 pm to do our "ADPRAC" project *yeah right!* but we really went there for the BMR Album Tour. Hahaha! Anyway, it started at about 5:30. Our butts grew sores for more than an hour there.I really liked Jan, the percussionist with the dreadful dreads. Yeah that one. And of course Jao, the adorable bassist. OMG i even had a pic with him! I'd rather not show it, obviously, i couldn't keep my "kiligness". I was smiling like there's no tomorrow. Goodness.&lt;br /&gt;In fairness they liked me and George's half-naked painting of ate Glenda. Whew! Men. Tsk.&lt;br /&gt;I had my Disney princesses fan signed. Me and that fan had so many memeorable times na ha! hahaha!Man that fan is too precious for a McDonalds giveaway.Few weeks ago my crush from Archi borrowed it. Whew.&lt;br /&gt;Did i say we used to tease groups of girls there as groupies?! Now look who's talking. Tsk.And did i say nag-abang kami sa elevator afterwards? Sooo groupie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114300582769728212?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114300582769728212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114300582769728212&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114300582769728212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114300582769728212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-news15-puppies-came-into-this.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114195930782460004</id><published>2006-03-09T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T18:55:07.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dota</title><content type='html'>nanalo kami sa DOTA!!! yipeeee!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114195930782460004?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114195930782460004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114195930782460004&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114195930782460004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114195930782460004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/03/dota.html' title='dota'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114146002361012930</id><published>2006-03-04T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T00:13:43.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ngarag</title><content type='html'>I'm inside UST library at the moment, just having a break before i spend 2 straight days of finishing our group's Ad Campaign. I'm finished with my solo campaign, i hope Ma'am Hilario likes it. I realized being in an agency could be a tough job. Ok, i know it is. We're just taking a small bite of it now but goodness, it's so tough! Oh the sleepless nights. And i realized something, damn it's hard to love the product you're endorsing if it sucks! Yeah its really hard to love it if it sucks in the first place. But the thing is, you have no choice but love it, like it, or just stand it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regained my normal appetitte by the way. I don't eat like i wasn't fed for a whole year anymore. Whew. Glad that was over. I seriously wanna keep my weight, not only because being skinny looks better, not that, but i guess it's healthier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, my head hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114146002361012930?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114146002361012930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114146002361012930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114146002361012930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114146002361012930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/03/ngarag.html' title='ngarag'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114044147553109592</id><published>2006-02-20T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T00:38:03.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's the 19th of February and i'm really really starting to piss myself off. I'm beginning to hate myself again, especially my forgetfulness. Last night i was just holding myself together to keep my cool but if i wasn't i would have thrown things near me.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday i went to UST to get my things (that i also forgot to bring home) for doing my promotional ad. That night, when i was about to start doing it i realized some things are still missing. Dammit! My paints are still in the locker! I don't have the key for it so i can't just go there and get it. Bullshit. Now i have to buy 'em. Fuck it.&lt;br /&gt;-----My need for expression is soaring at this very moment. I feel like i want to tell everyone about how i feel! *wink*&lt;br /&gt;It's valentine day last Tuesday and unlike last year, i hardly felt the bitterness of being an N.B.S.B. In fact, now, i think i appreciate being free from love and all the strings attached along it. You're free to swoon on every boy of your liking, or to stalk him as far as the restroom. It doesn't matter! But that's not the reason why i feel okay being so-called "loveless", i mean there's so much to do and so many things to worry about! If ever i'm entering a relationship of some sort, i guess i have to be sure we can i can take care of it. At this point, there's just so many things that occupy me.&lt;br /&gt;I admit, i also wonder the "ifs" about that topic. What if i'm with....or what if i....or what if he.... It could go on but still, it doesn't matter. No one's here and no one will come. I'm not waiting. I'm over that fact. It's not being hopeless, it's being realistic. I like it that way.&lt;br /&gt;The Peanut Bitters just celebrated its first anniversary as a barkada. Yeah we "named" ourselves after being bitter about Valentines day. Anyway, we decided to celebrate, to eat at "the place to be". At McDo, we started there, and we should therefore celebrate that day back there. We had a date! On Valentine's day! Wahahaha talo ko kayo i had 12 dates! Behlahht!!!! Kidding.&lt;br /&gt;It's just sad that everyone thinks everything is okay between each of us but in fact we are divided. Any barkada would have suffered the same dilemma but i'm quite thankful there were a few in our group who really tried to patch things up. Right now, things are still unclear but hopefully we'll be able to fix it. We celebrated...i guess that was a wrong term. We ate maybe, but we celebrated? Heck no. It's pathetic to think so. Girls ayusin natin to ah. Love you all.&lt;br /&gt;----&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114044147553109592?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114044147553109592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114044147553109592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114044147553109592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114044147553109592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-19th-of-february-and-im-really.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114044129458510072</id><published>2006-02-20T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T00:22:13.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel weird that it's so often that i write here about my life yet anyone who would have read it wouldn't understand a thing. I hate that fact. I wanted to write primarily as a way of releasing my innermost thoughts and current feelings but i think i failed to think about how the people who'd come upon it could understand the shit i wrote. Anyways, now i would be more descriptive perhaps, or be more hmmm...entertaining in presenting my life. Oh shucks, as if anyone reads my entries. Nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;Lately, i'm torn between being happy or sad. Happy, because it's been 2 months since me and (let's call him xxx) xxx pretty much erased each others existence. I'm free from the pains and heaviness along with it. I'm looking at the bright side, at least now, i spend lesser on loads, i get to mingle with more people, i have more time for myself, my family, and my beloved bitters. On the other hand, i still can't erase that feeling of sadness in me. Come on, the person has been in my life since i was 15! We've been friends for more than 2 years. I can't say that's nothing. It was something, and for it to end in let's just say "not-so-good" way, is really depressing. It's been two months, and the "bestfriend" space in my valves are now open for vacancy. Naks! I realized it's about time i move on. The person wasn't for me and i guess it just meant not to force myself to be with him simply beacuse he doesn't want to be with me. Saklap. *bitch slap myself*&lt;br /&gt;&gt;&gt;If you're reading this, thank you. You taught me many things. I never knew i could be this strong. In fact, i even considered thinking that i'll never get over you, but you know what? I'm never better. I can't even find the exact feeling i have right now, i feel elated but doubtful at the same time. I don't know when this high is going to last. I'm quite unsure whether the pain i had is actually gone or i'm just too preoccupied right now.&lt;br /&gt;I'm really glad because as i said, i get to mingle with more people. I got out of the cage where the whole world just revolved around us both. It's gone now. I realized that some people may hate or laugh at me but many people also appreciate me the way you did. The type of appreciation that i thought only you could make me feel.&lt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago Kaypee and George was enraged at Grandmama's. We ate there after cramming over our 19th century report in HAR so just imagine my "wasted" look. I admit i looked like crap that day. Moving on, i didn't know that the "Silvertoes" were laughing at me because of how i ate. I looked like a sick person who's having a hard time lifting a limb, that's how wasted i looked like. I was so wasted that i wasn't even aware i was the one they were laughing about, if i knew, i don't know what i would have done. Smash the glasses at their sorry faces maybe. But no, as i said, i was wasted.Heh! So Kaypee and George took the effort to at least show the Silvertoes they can't just do that. Honestly, i was hurt upon learning about it. Im not used to be a laughing subject. But i realized...I.AM.LIKE.THEM. Yeah they're bitches but i also laugh at people. Why preach if i'm also like that?&lt;br /&gt;So i learned my lesson, if you don;t want to be laughed at, don't laugh. Or if you can't help it, laugh alone. Hahaha!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114044129458510072?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114044129458510072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114044129458510072&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114044129458510072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114044129458510072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-feel-weird-that-its-so-often-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-114008102145036189</id><published>2006-02-16T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T01:10:21.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sing all you like</title><content type='html'>im in deep shit.bow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-114008102145036189?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/114008102145036189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=114008102145036189&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114008102145036189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/114008102145036189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2006/02/sing-all-you-like.html' title='sing all you like'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-113518213708125710</id><published>2005-12-21T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T08:22:17.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>paskuhan</title><content type='html'>Hah! Break at last! 2 weeks of rest,food, gifts, food, food and more food! Hahaha, it doesn't matter if i gain weight, i think i look sick anyways. I have to alternate wearing 3 pants, (skirts and school pants excluded) 'cause its the only ones left that I could wear without falling of my waist!!! *Now i'm wondering why i so wanted to lose weight a year ago* Yeah yeah...i need a few more pairs to live with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's really weird how i never thought i was quite huge back then. I don't know if it's because i just lost the weight now or i had eye defects back then.LOL! Well that would be a minus, considering i'm an artist. Well, at least that's what i ought to be in a few years. Oh shoots, which reminds me of the ads i should be doing for approval in January. Sheesh..Ma'am give us a f*cking break! Okay okay i take that back...I forgot you gave me two 1.00s hehehe.I do respect you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They paskuhan last night was okay. First, i saw all my crushes.Dorky(i even had pics of him...shshh, Petter got it for me), Ex, and Spykid! A complete day for me! The fireworks i was waiting for was a blast! It's a pity we didn't have that last year, but it was okay, the reason was acceptable enough.Noble even. A huge sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the bands that performed were uhmm...let's just say "so-so". I wasn't that much of impressed by the performances. Kikomachine brought it up somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sa bigote palanggg...." oh sheesh...LSS here you are again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the fireworks, we were ecstatic upon hearing its booming from McDo. okay, i admit i was one of the few people lazy enough not to fall in line for the free food.And so...we ran, and ran, and almost popped my appendix out just to see it.hehehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DotA time. So long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-113518213708125710?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/113518213708125710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=113518213708125710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113518213708125710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113518213708125710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/12/paskuhan.html' title='paskuhan'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-113362605046480280</id><published>2005-12-03T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T08:07:30.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it's my birthday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm really glad because i recieved a lot of messeges, some greeters were as way back as grade school... thank you guys! your greetings really made me happy! I don't care about celebrations and stuff. you guys were enough to make me feel special this day! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was especially touched by Tin's message, she managed to greet me before going on her retreat, Thanks Tin, you know i also miss you so much! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-113362605046480280?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/113362605046480280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=113362605046480280&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113362605046480280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113362605046480280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-my-birthday-im-really-glad-because.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-113222341642099412</id><published>2005-11-17T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T02:32:31.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>okay...so i haven't watched harry pothead...sheesh, i was so excited last wednesday! I thought i'd have all the time to dash to the mall and watch( even if i'm alone...that desperate)...but then ad design camein...how my fantasies melted...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were asked to invent like a new productof some sort.i chose cereals for kids. the colours will hurt your eyes. ehehehe. come on, kids love colourful things! so anyways, we haveto make a mock-up. yeah, almostlikethe real thing. dammit! so i have tomakes boxes with all the design and stuff. ( i had to get a koko krunch box for this one. :) poof!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don'tknow why but everytime i'm making an entry, it's like i always have aches and stuff. My eyes hurt again. (DotA) &lt;---yeah that's the culprit. spent 3 hours playing that game, it's a good thing i tasted victory (at last!). so we met guys that helpedusplay it, ummm yeah, call me a late bloomer but i'm a starter really...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well then, my sentinel comrades are waiting.... poof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-113222341642099412?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/113222341642099412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=113222341642099412&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113222341642099412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113222341642099412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/11/okay.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-113161713451921469</id><published>2005-11-10T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T02:05:34.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>hmm...my eyes hurt,everthing connected to my body hurts so damn bad! anways, DOTA (the pc game, in case you didn't know) sucks! I died like 6 times! haha! I guess i'm not really got at games like that, i just tried it for fun, well, unfortunately I didn't have fun...at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been scanning through different people's blogs and i ralized how boring mine is..It's like i don;t have anthing new or something fantastic to write about. And i know even if i do have one, no one would dare or waste time reading it. I'm still writing anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think i can say that this sem sucks.Teachers suck.Subjects suck...and most of all...the Sched suck. I have to wake up 5 in the morning tue-fri! well at least i have 3 days of rest.Yeah right.ASA pa ko. I know it'll be just for now. Two to three weeks from now, those 3 day break would even seem short just on plate-making alone. (Plates- it's a term we fine arts people call our work...just a quick 411 for those who're clueless what it is.) Speaking of plates, we were asked to invent our own product, i chose making a brand of cereals for kids. Nice huh? yeah, basta food, it's nice without a doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you...yes you...if ur reading this, can you suggest any name that suits a ceral brand for kids? (Hell, how desperate can i be?) Actually, i already have a few names but i still feel like there's something much better out there. So, be an angel and kindly post it in the tag board. (As if...asa talaga..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the lighter side, next week will be our CFAD week. It's our college's affair where we,the kids, could have some fun for a week. The theme will be 60's...i wonder what we'll wear. No, no more hippies for me.There will be kite-flying, design your shoe contest,amazing race, parades, talks, grafitti walls, exhibits (hoy gorg, ipapakita tapestry natin jan!), and of course, a party won't be a party if there's no sounds from different bands.A concert in short. Too bad we have to come on Monday and wear that yellow shirt. I mean, no offense to the one who designd it, its okay but compared to the other designs, its...ummm..not that good.i think i prefer the black shirt with the plain "artist" word in it. Simple but loud. I like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-113161713451921469?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/113161713451921469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=113161713451921469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113161713451921469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113161713451921469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/11/hmm.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-113143986072735361</id><published>2005-11-08T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T00:51:00.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>first day of school...whew...2 subjects finished, one to go...&lt;br /&gt;heck...tuesday's like "terror" day for the class.&lt;br /&gt;i haven't slept last night...not sure if it's anticipation or anxiety...all i know is that i'm sooo sleepy...&lt;br /&gt;feeeeling really weak...getting skinny by the day...bones.bones.bones.NO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-113143986072735361?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/113143986072735361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=113143986072735361&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113143986072735361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113143986072735361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/11/first-day-of-school.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-113014125806379371</id><published>2005-10-24T00:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-24T01:07:38.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ewww</title><content type='html'>today is clearance day....i passed NSTP!!! The subject i've been cursing for 3 months is halfway done...well... I'll have to more weeks to worry about the other half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day's not full of good news though...i was told that we'll have our former terror teacher this sem. Oh she's no problem (except she just flunked about a quarter of our class!)...thinking about it just makes me want to wish that i'm an irregular student. I mean i could pick any sched that would suit me and i could get rid of teachers i don't want to ever encounter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 1st sem, we still have 4 days of classes...well...we just need rest these days. The past week had been fun, no classes, no work, and allll boardgames and movies and food!!! The week before that made me realize there is indeed hell on earth. See we had this marketing case in which we competed with 3 other sections, 1 also from ust and the other 2 came ftom AC,3rd years. Okay so here's the deal: We were given 10 million as budget or promo and advertising for a rice meal worth 15 pesos each;  the shelf life is just 8 hours though...that's the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway they needed reporters to defend it before a panel and stuff...i was just informed that same morning...voila! saya diba?* fast forward* i got scolded by the panelist for reporting with my hands on my hips. They said it's like i'm in a fight daw...hehehe i apologized naman...it became a joke nalang tuloy. The result was okay, we didn't make a fool of ourselves naman  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it wasn't that hellish after all...kasi....inuman ang sunod!!!!!!!woohoo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-113014125806379371?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/113014125806379371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=113014125806379371&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113014125806379371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/113014125806379371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/10/ewww.html' title='ewww'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112916864221423099</id><published>2005-10-12T18:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T18:57:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ahehehe</title><content type='html'>damn it's been a while.It's finals week and everybody's too busy doing their own thing. we're pretty much busy on our marketing project.mannnn grabe nkakapagod, we haven't finished much...:(&lt;br /&gt;pucha...we planned sana to get ur product inside ministop but hell, they require 75% !!! edi wla na kaming kita, prehas lng pla kung tutuusin if we rent stalls nalang. sheeshh it's just now that i realized how tough marketing could be, imagine it's just our subject but to some it their course....tsk....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112916864221423099?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112916864221423099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112916864221423099&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112916864221423099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112916864221423099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/10/ahehehe.html' title='ahehehe'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112754826288112890</id><published>2005-09-24T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:51:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tsk</title><content type='html'>it's been a week or so since the UAAP cheering competition and i can't believe that some UP students could act like real losers. (I just said some, i'm not saying all, i know there are still those who are smart enough to understand and accept defeat.) Being a Thomasian that i am, of course, i don't like ugly things said about my school especially about the said cheating "daw" of our dance troupe. I find it unfair that they accuse such things just because they lost. I mean even if the score gap was just .22 or something, it doesn't change the fact that they lost and we won. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;acceptance, man, is really hard to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112754826288112890?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112754826288112890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112754826288112890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112754826288112890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112754826288112890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/09/tsk.html' title='tsk'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112718940430490024</id><published>2005-09-19T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T21:10:04.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>arghhhh</title><content type='html'>NSTP really makes me miserable...&lt;br /&gt;we're supposed to group ourselves and interview i don't care who...i think i'm supposed to point out I don;t even know my groupmates...I haven't even seen them! It's like everybody expects to get a task done. Sheeshh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, the books ive been reading became my release from it all. I have read about 5 Julia Quinn books and about 2 Jill Barnett...Book sale is my home in the mall.Heaven on earth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;misery......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112718940430490024?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112718940430490024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112718940430490024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112718940430490024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112718940430490024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/09/arghhhh.html' title='arghhhh'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112625493431761502</id><published>2005-09-09T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T01:35:34.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My body feels so tire today! (dis i sound happy with that?!) anyway, there's always something to be happy about especially with our P.E. I know i hated it at first, i felt like my "womanhood" isn't built for that game at all...not by any chance. But i was wrong, hahaha!!! I managed to make a lot of points...okay i'll shut up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our nude drawing today. We had a model, damn that was such an awkward situation (It's not like its my first time.). The model was a female so it was okay.Rather pleasing to  the eye...at least. I wouldn't dream of drawing a live naked male in front of me! But i have to...next friday i have to....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112625493431761502?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112625493431761502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112625493431761502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112625493431761502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112625493431761502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/09/my-body-feels-so-tire-today-dis-i.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112555933010050242</id><published>2005-09-01T00:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:26:18.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Swearing!</title><content type='html'>Nstp is Crap!!!! Talagang nakakabadtrip mga pinapagawa nila, it's as if its the major concern of eveyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, it's quite a while since i updated so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-got my ears piered...again! i have 3 on the left now.The right was left alone, as usual.&lt;br /&gt;-Simon just had his field trip at UST. (Simon-our dog) He pooped there by the way, sorry manong janitor, you have to deal with that along with the pussy shits. Hehe. Harsh harsh harsh.&lt;br /&gt;-naka-uno ako sa graphics!!! hahaha...never thought i would.&lt;br /&gt;-I was informed dapt daw mga tulad ko inaabort.Thanks Aggie..Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;-I'm starting to love Julia Quinn. :) Pat said I'm a book eater, i think i agree. Hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Istill think nstp is bull**&amp;amp;*..arghhh!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112555933010050242?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112555933010050242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112555933010050242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112555933010050242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112555933010050242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/09/bullshit.html' title='No Swearing!'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112487985840068182</id><published>2005-08-24T03:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T03:37:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tangek</title><content type='html'>Wednesday!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No classes.No plates to do.No money to spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Nstp misery moment. Geesh... check this out, got it from frriendster.Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 7 DEADLY SINS SURVEY&gt; ANGER&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Who did you last get angry with?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * someone&gt; 2. Weapon of choice?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * cursing&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3. Would you hit a member of the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4. How about of the same sex?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * yeap, im violen&lt;br /&gt;t&gt; 5. Who was the last person who got really angry at&gt; you?&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* that someone?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 6. Pet peeve?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * feelers&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 7. Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go&gt; easily?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * hehehe.no comment&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; SLOTH&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1. One thing you're supposed to do daily that you&gt; haven't done in a long time?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * text all day&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2. The latest you've ever woken up?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * 1pm&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3. Who have you be meaning to contact, but&gt; haven't?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * no one?!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the&gt; way (the long ones)?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * heck no&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 5. How many times did you hit the snooze button&gt; on your alarm clock today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * ginigising ako eh&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; GLUTTONY&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 1. What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of&gt; choice?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * nothing in particular&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2. Meat eaters:&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * hehe yeap&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3. The greatest amount of alcohol you've had in&gt; one&gt; sitting/outing/event?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * 5 shots of vodka gin&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4. Do you have an issue with your weight?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * before i guess...&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 5. Do you prefer sweets, salty foods, or spicy&gt; foods?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * saltyyyyy&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; LUST&gt; 1. How many people have you seen completely&gt; naked (not counting movies/family)&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *binibilang ba un?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2. How many people have seen YOU completely&gt; naked (not counting physicians/family)?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * wla p nmn&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the&gt; chest/crotch of a member of your gender of choice&gt; during a normal conversation?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * hehehe, not that i know of&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4. What is your favorite body part on a person of&gt; your gender of choice?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * eyes!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 5. Ever been made a proposition by a prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * nope&gt; 6. Ever had to get tested for an STD or pregnancy?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * nope&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 7. Is love at first sight really lust?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * i guess so&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; GREED&gt; 1. How many credit cards do you own?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * one&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2. Your guilty pleasure store?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * booksale din&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3. If you had $1 million, what would you do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt; *but a house and a dodge viper&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4. Would you rather be rich, or famous?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * rich!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 5. Would you accept a boring job if it meant you&gt; would make megabucks?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * hehehe, i guess so, then when i get enough i'll leave it for a much exciting one, user!!!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 6. Have you ever stolen anything?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * yes, but i dont remember what it is. Money from parents i guess.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 7. How many MP3s are on your hard drive?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * mrami eh&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; PRIDE&gt; 1. What is one thing that you done that you're&gt; most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * school achievements i guess, and nabuksan ko ung gate namin galing sa labas mag-isa!&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2. What is one thing have you done that your&gt; parents are most proud of?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * school achievements&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3. What thing would you like to accomplish in your&gt; life?&gt; * ang dami sobra&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 4. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * nope&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 5. Have you ever entered a contest of skill,&gt; knowing&gt; you were of much higher skill than all the other&gt; competitors?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * hmm..nope, humble to&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 6. Have you ever cheated on something to get a&gt; higher score?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * yes&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 7. What did you do today?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * sleep&lt;br /&gt;&gt; &gt; ENVY&gt; 1. What item (or person) of your friends would you&gt; most want to have for your own?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * hmmm...car din cguro&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 2. If you could be anyone else in the world, who&gt; would you be?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * kristin kreuk, damn howd i feel if i were that pretty.&lt;br /&gt;&gt; 3. Have you ever wished you had a physical&gt; feature&gt; different from your own?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * yes&gt; 6. Finally, what is your favorite deadly sin?&lt;br /&gt;&gt; * greed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112487985840068182?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112487985840068182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112487985840068182&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112487985840068182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112487985840068182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/tangek.html' title='tangek'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112459121806474369</id><published>2005-08-20T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T19:26:58.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blogg</title><content type='html'>Saturday...&lt;br /&gt;*listening to Hale*&lt;br /&gt;Damn...if I were to listen to this every single day, I think life would get sucked out of me. I need something louder. But in all fairness, I think they're good. Nice lyrics as well. Uhm...music madness. The best band for me right now is Coheed and Cambria. You're damn blind if didn't see how many times I have typed their name in here. It's funny because when you hear them play, you'd think the vocalist is a girl or something. The guy can switch voices from bopek to growls with such greatness. I just love 'em! :)&lt;br /&gt;"There's a blue sky waiting tomorrow...waiting tomorrow...shining shimmering"&lt;br /&gt;That Champ guy is cute. The timid-mysterious type really worked for him. George will kill me if she reads this. Oo na, what's yours is yours, what's mine is also yours and what's OURS is still YOURS! hahaha!!! Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;Shoot. I still need to take my NSTP quiz. Oh man,,,If i knew it would be like this, I never would have thought twice about enrolling in ROTC.&lt;br /&gt;Got this new skin! Lion!!! I really wasn't comfortable with the pink one but I have my loyalty for the designer so I picked this one. Besides, I find it really cute! Did I just say cute?Ha ha ha! It's not that I despise pink or something (George and Eds will kill the hell out of me!), I just prefer other UNgirly ones. I know I'm not a girl. He he he.&lt;br /&gt;I was really really exhausted yesterday. We had our P.E (Basketball), damn I had to play 3 quarters. First quarter includes 3 girls 2 boys. Third quarter includes all 5 girls. Fourth quarter is SUPPOSED to be 5 boys VS 5 boys but we only have 3 in our team. You got it! I, along with Agnes, played. All boys inside the court. Damn, that portion really exhausted me. Besides the fact that most of our energy were already lost, we had to run against boys! He he he. But I have my weapon. :) Who says girls can't block boys reaaally hardcore?!? Nailiang nga daw yung binabantayan ko e! I just laughed about it. I was really determined to prove that girls can do more than just run inside the court! I  managed to make 8 points. The boys just let me shoot it thinking it's not going in anyway. Wrong! After making 3 shots, the already blocked me, haha, so I wasn't able to shoot anymore. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;Cheerio!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112459121806474369?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112459121806474369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112459121806474369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112459121806474369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112459121806474369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/blogg.html' title='blogg'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112442573918584673</id><published>2005-08-18T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:28:59.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/Image(062).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/320/Image%28062%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lunch at Mayrics, came out and smelled like smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day for NSTP misery. Damn how do they really expect us to learn from all those crap. I mean I think they should really be teaching us in our context. Its not that we can't comprehend it, its just that, we're too flooded with things to do and here it comes butting in as if we'll die if we can't do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haay...i miss the lockers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112442573918584673?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112442573918584673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112442573918584673&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112442573918584673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112442573918584673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/lunch-at-mayrics-came-out-and-smelled.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112442280378150185</id><published>2005-08-18T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T20:40:03.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dats eee</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/1600/DSC00775.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1443/1269/320/DSC00775.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's so funny how we set qualifications for the right person to love, while at the back of our minds we know that the person we truly love will always be an exception.&lt;br /&gt;There would come a time when we have to stop loving someone not because that person started hating us but because we found out that they'd be happier if we let them go... "&lt;br /&gt;WHoww..just two rotting quotes in our pc. I guess I had that in two years ago.Crap. Anyway, we had our marketing subject yesterday, i wonder how i did in the prelim exam. The whole SWOT thing just drives me nuts but it's okay though, our prof explains it well after all. He's outwitting us. He gave a super easy-open-book quiz because he knows that only few will attend the after prelim mania days. He sure was right, some didn't come.Too bad for them it was hell of an easy quiz. Bad thing was, there was recitation and most of us didn't read. Everybody was like, damn he got us! You that irritating look of his satisfaction when we can't answer?! Kidding. Some teachers are like taht though, I don't know why they seem so happy during recitations.Thank goodness i was never called but i also hate it when i really know the answer but i can't recite. I'm not even sure if im in his list! Ha haha!! I mean he never called me in class! Ever!&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I just want to answer all the easy questions first so that all that's left for the others to answer are the tough ones. Ha ha ha! But i wasn't able to do that; bummer.&lt;br /&gt;***I'm not quite comfortable with this pink blog layout.It's cute that's why it\s definitely not me!Ha ha ha!!! I like a green one. (Yeah yeah yeah...hihirit na naman sila george na pinaninindigan ko pagkalumot ng utak ko!) I'm the founder of the Asosasyon ng mga Lumot by the way. (Like someone would care.) I never really wanted it but they found my capabilities worthy of the position.Ha ha ha!!! *Thank you for believing...sniff sniff* Hoy george give a report sa mga bagong recruits!hehehe! :)&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;Taking photos are really addicting! Can't wait for photography...as long as Professor toot isn't our prof. I don't want to belong to the unfrotunate bunch. Editing them is addicting just the same. *Eyes glued to Photoshop* I'm experimenting on the lighting effects, i just love the way it turns out. No i don't edit pimples, blackheads,whiteheads, face distortion or psychotic probs.Ha ha ha! Well i do sometimes but just when its needed. Especially if the pimple is in my face! Oh...here i go again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112442280378150185?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112442280378150185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112442280378150185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112442280378150185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112442280378150185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/dats-eee.html' title='dats eee'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112416776819040577</id><published>2005-08-15T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:49:28.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tuesday</title><content type='html'>"Sleep all day, sleep all day..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did nothing today except wait for our damn mirror for graphics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still need to study for our nat. science subject.I just think it sucks. Haven't learn a single thing. I think 7-9pm classes are just boring moments for us to doze off at the back seats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I just feel really thankful today. I realized how lucky i am to be blessed with true friends.I really do. I have a barkada having a tough sitch about it. I say it really sucks, she messed with the wrong kind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't really imagined how a friend could just turn her back on you and blame you if a problem she's also responsible for arise. I say that's what you call walang kwentang kaibigan. And she even have the guts to get angry and threaten my friend? When i say threaten, i mean it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112416776819040577?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112416776819040577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112416776819040577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112416776819040577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112416776819040577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/tuesday.html' title='tuesday'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112399742447456476</id><published>2005-08-13T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T22:30:24.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sunday</title><content type='html'>Another sunday... Last night was okay.I was joyce's party at krockodile grill (did i spell that right?). Anyways, it's fun but i left early.I was told to. It's not like i have a choice. I still have to make wishes for the celebrant but not until the 3rd set of songs played by the band. So, to make it short, i just left early. I know i am so we immediately ordered drinks. We were just allowed one round by joyce's parents so it was okay. The waiter even asked for our IDs, we don't have 'em good thing the adults allowed us. Three of us are still minors, including me. Not until december! I was a bit disappointed, wala man lang tama yung Tequila sunrise. Syang pera ko. Barat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero it was okay, at least i felt the alcohol. I just miss the summer days. We used to drink harder drinks. Arghhh lip-burning ones, but the heat gives that satisfaction. Hahaha! I'm a drunkard but i think it's also good to experience things like drinking.Supervized. I don't want things to get out of control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still have to study for prelims tomorrow.I hope it'll go by fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112399742447456476?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112399742447456476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112399742447456476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112399742447456476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112399742447456476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/sunday.html' title='sunday'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112355206540008918</id><published>2005-08-08T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:47:45.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>graphics</title><content type='html'>"Dear my friends in the times we've spent, forever after beyond this when will our nightmare ever end?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its tuesday!!! another hectic day, 7-9pm classes just burns me out! imagine 14 hours in school, its like we just come home to sleep!!!&lt;br /&gt;Now we're looking for studies to etch on glass, thank goodness we don't have to deal with carving tools anymore.Wahahar! No more cuts and callouses.&lt;br /&gt;I was so excited to go on online because of this blog.I'm fascinated that i fainally got how the html goes.hehe *sheesh*...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112355206540008918?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112355206540008918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112355206540008918&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112355206540008918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112355206540008918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/graphics.html' title='graphics'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112355077551498783</id><published>2005-08-08T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T18:26:15.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Monday, August 8th&lt;br /&gt;It's raining outside and so i can't seem to enjoy a no classes day.It's st.dominic's feastday, he's the founder of the group of priests that founded UST.See, i know my Theology.harhar!&lt;br /&gt;dip..drop..back to the rain.I just love the way it falls on me! It's like some magnetic field pulls me outside, hmm...I'm tempted! Last thursday was an experience! We came from sm san lazaro that after noon and on our way back to our building. It's kind of a long walk and we have to pass the field.It's so cool! The rain started pouring! We we're like crazy frogs enjoying every single drop of rain that we catch. If i only knew how to do the cartwheel, I could have made a stunt right there! So i just ran like Powder, you know, the white guy who ran butt naked blah blah. Hahaha!!! Umbrellas were a no-no that moment and so we came in class semi-dripping wet. I wish we were really really wet. I wonder how it feels being in that condition and entering a classfreezer. I won't call it a room at all. We have to bring jackets every now and then, at least it helps a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Prelims is the last thing on my mind today. I just feel so lazy with this rain. It's such a nice weather to sleep and stuff. We need that badly before new sleepless nights of plates, plates and more plates.I'm statring to get bored about making ads, i think i need something to get back my enthusiasm about it. Tomorrow is another Graphics class. I wasn't satisfied at all about my grades in that subject. I got 3 1.75s and a 1.5! Well, i wished it was higher after all the pain me and my hand went through. We have to carve this bond paper sized rubber into a huge stamp. It wasn't easy at all. First, we have to deal with carving tools, of course they're sharp and and they'll skin your hand if you're not careful. Next, we have to print/stamp it to a paper. It's as hard as the carving process. Damn! I never thought pressing the ink in papaer would be so tiring. We really have to press it hard because putting more ink would just make blots, it'll be a mess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112355077551498783?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112355077551498783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112355077551498783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112355077551498783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112355077551498783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/monday-august-8th-its-raining-outside.html' title=''/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112339827810564087</id><published>2005-08-06T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T00:25:54.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 7th melancholy</title><content type='html'>It's sunday...another day to reflect for the whole week.Nothing happened much this week, except for some unnecessary mood swings and some mind-boggling self-conflicts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My number one problem about myself is that i think too much.I just think to damn much.Heck.This damn computer isn't working.Well, now it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck!!! my draft was erased!!!! anyways,this angst won't get me nowhere.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112339827810564087?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112339827810564087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112339827810564087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112339827810564087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112339827810564087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/august-7th-melancholy.html' title='August 7th melancholy'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112331291868741250</id><published>2005-08-06T00:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T00:21:58.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and me</title><content type='html'>"You and me, we used to be together, every day together...always.I really feel like i'm losing my bestfriend, i don't think this could be the end"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually have lost my bestfriend ahaha!!! It's his birthday today but i won't bother to greet him.I know he wouldn't acknowledge it.I know he wouldn't.He's just too proud! I dunno...i'm beginning to feel stoic. I just want to forget the things said and done, but that mere thing is so hard to do.I just hope it's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't blame him for anything.I know i'm also at fault.I said my sorry and that's about all i can do.I don't think there's something wrong about keeping a little pride for yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, school's not getting complicated (not yet).Our pereliminaries are coming and i know there's no sleep for us again. I would love to experience not sleeping once in a while but not because i'm thinking of someone but rather in doing a plate. I just need to get him out of my mind for now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112331291868741250?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112331291868741250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112331291868741250&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112331291868741250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112331291868741250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/you-and-me.html' title='You and me'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112323030421173092</id><published>2005-08-05T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T01:25:04.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3 evils embodied in love and shadow</title><content type='html'>"You'll listen to reason while you're face down in the dirt, You'll stomach the hurt, and break for him here just how much he's worth"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wrote a letter to my "'former" bestfriend 3 weeks ago.Did it reach him? I don't know.How am i supposed to know if he keeps saying he didn't? 3 weeks? Come on, is snail mail reaaaally that slow?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was pissed of because i wasn't believing him.Why should i? After all he said he expects me to believe him? I won't be stupid any more.NO more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can live my life without a certain so called "bestfriend".Its just a word after all. I never really had him as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm at rage whenever i remember the things he said(I can't say it here or i might break out), it was just too painful. I believe i have a valid reason why im so angry. All my friends believe i did what was right. It's now more thatn a week and still we're not yet talking...I'm okay this way.I don't need him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112323030421173092?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112323030421173092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112323030421173092&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112323030421173092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112323030421173092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/08/3-evils-embodied-in-love-and-shadow.html' title='3 evils embodied in love and shadow'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112028531518260954</id><published>2005-07-01T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T23:21:55.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wla lang</title><content type='html'>Im taking the Nstp quiz...Geeshh...it's all i'm talking about isn't it?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's Tin's birthday today, she texted to say thanks.I miss her a lot, especially now that there's so much to catch up on.I'm so happy for her! I agree with her when she said it feels so good to be in love; but i also believe anyone can be happy even if that person isn't in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had this poetry appreciation thing in literature.There was a poem entitled An Introduction by Kamala Das. She's an Indian poet belonging to a family of poets. She was knd of miserable because she felt she was so puched on doing things she didn't want to do. Indian people are so culture-based that everyone seems to be poured in a mold. She didn'e want to be one and i definitely agree with her. It reminds me of teenagers these days; they seem to belong in these so-called molds. Its like everywhere i lokk, they look the same, talk the same or act the same. I cant understand why they should be IN, its not like it would change anything about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get out of the mold, be yourself. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112028531518260954?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112028531518260954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112028531518260954&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112028531518260954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112028531518260954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/07/wla-lang.html' title='wla lang'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112028228570668643</id><published>2005-07-01T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:37:35.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NSTP misery</title><content type='html'>This is my first entry this year; obviously. Well, from the title alone, its apparent that i'm in protest.Ha ha ha. Its not that i hate doing extra works in NSTP but then, having courses on line is something new to me. I was supposed to take a quiz last sunday but the system was down. Its also tough to find time especially with my sched. i have a 7a.m-9p.m class straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its overkill!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough whining though, i'd better get used to it. Nothing comes easy right? That's what i always say when i'm miserable. I guess that's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One good thing about this course is you getto meet new people. We have to be groupmates with people we don't even know, exciting huh? I guess it is,really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of groups, our barkada's name is Peanutbitters.Why Peanut bitters? Apparently we all have our own bitterness becauseof our N.B.S.Bness (No Boyfriend since Birth) *Am i really supposed to reveal this?* I guess its fine. There's nothing wrong with that. Hoy pretty kami noh! Kidding. Ha ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing about us is that we're loud; in a name calling kind of way. We have: JABA the hot, DARK MOLE, gulat, chewpeta, garter snake, scary guy in green, lion, ehengg; the list goes on. We're fun! No dull moment! I'll love being with these people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M BLESSED.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112028228570668643?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112028228570668643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112028228570668643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112028228570668643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112028228570668643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/07/nstp-misery.html' title='NSTP misery'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14127275.post-112028225544420276</id><published>2005-07-01T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T22:38:02.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 1 NSTP misery</title><content type='html'>Im doing my NSTP homeworks.Its like im back in highschool again, the homeroom period; sounds familiar?&lt;br /&gt;It's so fuc*ing boring. This mouse pisses me off; the next thing i know, these words are now up there.&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah, there's a question about what do i want to change about this country.There were 3 lines provided like are-you-kidding-me-look, hello?!?! 3 lines aren't enough at all!!!! Everything should change around here. I used to be pro Gloria mainly because i hate the opposition and i so despise Erap coz of his artista style. i can't believe those dumbers who believe in him still. as i was saying, people are confused on where to side now. we don't know who to believe now, it's like we don't know what the hell is happening in our forsaken nation.&lt;br /&gt;i just feel sad that we never never learn. Marcos came, erap came...who's next susan roces?!?! hahaha stupid people.&lt;br /&gt;Im out.&lt;br /&gt;1/70 million forsaken filipino.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14127275-112028225544420276?l=annamabanana.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/feeds/112028225544420276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14127275&amp;postID=112028225544420276&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112028225544420276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14127275/posts/default/112028225544420276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annamabanana.blogspot.com/2005/07/july-1-nstp-misery.html' title='July 1 NSTP misery'/><author><name>annama</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13754570843368496593</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v200/annaminty/Grafa039fun.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
