<?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-5560872</id><updated>2011-11-08T00:31:27.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>258</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110917571783828797</id><published>2005-02-23T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:20:53.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i did't go to school for 2 days. i really decided not to. i would only attend during quizzes like today. [so much for being a good student throughout the years] still, i spent those days working on some unfinished works. we all have different opinions on things. i know the downfall of boycotting classes but i just did what i want. that's a huge sacrifice for me. i went to this school for its name and the quality of education. no greedy businessman can take the name of the school i learned to love for 3 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hate the school's situation. the worst has come. i'll be going to school around 8am tomorrow to join the rally. the school administration remained firm and tough with their decision. i have no idea what to expect especially when you're dealing with the emotional outburts of the students. i need your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;activist vs. activist&lt;br /&gt;i found out that the president of mapua was a former activist from UPD during his college years. now i know. i was rather disappointed with the student council officers in our school for being laidback. the group currently leading the students [not the student council] wasn't recognized by the school. they're facing the most damaging threat any student could get - being expelled/losing scholarships/probably no other school would accpet them [most of them are graduating] all this to fight for the name of the school. i was in awe over their courage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110917571783828797?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110917571783828797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-didt-go-to-school-for-2-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110917571783828797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110917571783828797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-didt-go-to-school-for-2-days.html' title=''/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110890994811996016</id><published>2005-02-20T22:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:20:53.784+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the best news i've heard so far?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ticketworld.com.ph/showdetails.php?show=AVRIL"&gt;AVRIL LAVIGNE AND SIMPLE PLAN AT THE FORT ON MARCH 31!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry for sounding like a sick fan but i was too excited i couldn't even explain it. i texted my mom to call me in instant from abu dhabi right after i saw it on tv. i woke her up &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pala&lt;/span&gt; haha! then the begging started for the financial support. i BADLY want to take the front seat. i told her it's a once in a lifetime opportunity and all the drama so she would lend me Php3,000+ as soon as possible. i even asked for it as an advanced birthday present. but she wouldn't give me that much money so i have to earn half the price from my allowance. gah! that means refraining from shopping random things. i remember telling myself before that once avril comes to the country, i wouldn't pass it for anything. i will watch no matter what it takes! and look now, simple plan's on the tour too! it's like a double excitement! wheee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110890994811996016?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110890994811996016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/best-news-ive-heard-so-far-avril.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110890994811996016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110890994811996016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/best-news-ive-heard-so-far-avril.html' title=''/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110884516637351893</id><published>2005-02-19T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:20:53.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i've been searching for the band - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;best interest&lt;/span&gt;. pics, album covers, band history... zilch! i only found them in lyrics pages and the last album [or was it the one and only album] was released 3 years ago. i accidentally downloaded one of their songs - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prom girl&lt;/span&gt;. then i got hooked on it and started getting all. this is crazy! i need info! gawd. their music kicks ass! [in my opinion] they sound better than some punk rock group flashing on tv today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110884516637351893?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110884516637351893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-been-searching-for-band-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110884516637351893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110884516637351893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/ive-been-searching-for-band-best.html' title=''/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110872253249396221</id><published>2005-02-18T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:20:53.785+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same old... same old</title><content type='html'>i'm taking this chance to update. i have to kill time for four hours before my next class at 7:30pm. it's not like i'm that busy but school is keeping me preoccupied [?] i've been staying at school longer than i could ever imagine. although regular classes started last wednesday, students were at the quadrangle everyday holding a prayer vigil. this whole week was just amazing. i was shocked how most of the students responded to the protest. most were willing to sacrifice their time and grades. the school spirit was beyond deeper than what i experienced during the UAAP finals. hehe. but seriously, kudos to the mapuans. instead of pushing through to the massive strike, everything has to be planned from the smallest detail. as far as i know, there wasn't any decision made yet from the board of trustees [those who voted to change the name of mapua]. only the permit to rally is needed to finally pick up our placards, do noise barrage, and walk outside the school to catch attention from people and the media. it has to be done legally. but rumors told that the permit wouldn't be issued as soon as possible since we're dealing with the rich and powerful here. so we're waiting for further announcements. wait until when?? this is taking too long!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm about to flood your screen again. photos were taken yesterday. i was with my blockmates fooling around and snapping every corner of the school before they put up any "malayan" emblem. [hehe kidding!] i love these people! we decided to stay at school until 6pm. been going back and forth to the canteen, staying at empty classrooms and fire exits, and chatting non-stop. ansbert and oscar dropped by my place for about two hours. it was an absolutely fab day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/threee.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, ansbert and oscar hanging out near the fire exit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/tyty.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't ask me what i was doing. i have no idea. i did than in an instant haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/ohohohoh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me with ansbert, diane and oscar while waiting for the prayer vigil outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/hidenseek.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and oscar in the chemistry department exhibit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/walkingg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving on to the next spot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/freedomwall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm...the freedom wall [?]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/mitmitschool.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/chairss.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the north wing of mapua and an empty classroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110872253249396221?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110872253249396221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/same-old-same-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110872253249396221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110872253249396221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/same-old-same-old.html' title='same old... same old'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110813665676682835</id><published>2005-02-11T23:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T22:16:25.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>juggled thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;take me back to prom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was walking to school late afternoon then i passed by high school students on their gowns and suits. the boys were rushing ahead fixing up their polo while the girls were all grouped together in one corner as if giving compliments to one another. i couldn't help but smile. i miss the proms in high school... as in terribly! from the school i've been, juniors and seniors weren't the only ones to attend the prom. the freshies and sophies were involved too since there weren't enough students from 3rd and 4th year. so i had about 4 proms during high school. i missed one though. i wasn't able to make it cause i went to pinas for summer vacation. i think it was around sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;high school isn't high school without prom. i remember weeks before prom, i would buy magazines with prom editions on it and bring it to school to show the other girls. we'd talk about the designs we wanted, the colors that go with it, hairstyles and all that. plus, the cotillion dance and performance of each class were the greatest. we'd have numerous free times from begging our teachers to allow us to practice. during prom night, we'd beg some more to extend the time for dancing and partying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the most memorable was during my senior year. the last prom i'd been so it's kinda special. i wore an all orange two-piece gown with semi-exposure of my tummy. haha! ooohh happy times! it's always a blast. too bad i don't have the prom pictures with me here. they're all in abu dhabi compiled in an album by my mom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;electronics class&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/tronicslab.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;taken during TRONICS lab with a camera phone. i was trying to amuse myself during that 4 hour lab class. so i started taking pictures around. i even went out to eat for a couple of minutes without the prof knowing. hehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110813665676682835?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110813665676682835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/juggled-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110813665676682835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110813665676682835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/juggled-thoughts.html' title='juggled thoughts'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110771401156628994</id><published>2005-02-07T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T02:20:11.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fake happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/booksstudy.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i felt like studying for the finals that i had to drink up coffee to keep myself awake. it's taking effect and it won't let me sleep. quarterm is killing me. it's 3x pressure being in junior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new layout i made during my break from studying. another of my lame fix-ups. unless i decided to change it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110771401156628994?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110771401156628994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/fake-happiness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110771401156628994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110771401156628994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/fake-happiness.html' title='fake happiness'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110762644104640619</id><published>2005-02-05T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-06T02:13:32.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>short and senseless</title><content type='html'>- voila! clean purple layout [sort of]&lt;br /&gt;- watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meet the fockers&lt;/span&gt;... finally!&lt;br /&gt;- bought blue comfy flats for school&lt;br /&gt;- sunday is still a school day&lt;br /&gt;- 4 long quizzes lined up&lt;br /&gt;- 4 lab reports to work on&lt;br /&gt;- midterms next week&lt;br /&gt;- drank 2 bottles of fresh milk for a complete doze off later&lt;br /&gt;- too stressed out to do a decent entry&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110762644104640619?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110762644104640619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/short-and-senseless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110762644104640619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110762644104640619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/short-and-senseless.html' title='short and senseless'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110725747774725308</id><published>2005-02-01T19:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:34:33.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my bag</title><content type='html'>i think i've done this before but i'm gonna do it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see what's inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/ghghyu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;1&lt;/span&gt; pilot g-tec 0.3 [my engineering lettering looks good only when i use this pen], mechanical pencil, pen eraser [i'm a neat freak with the writings on my notebook], stapler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;   mixed photocopied lessons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;   wallet [can't leave/live without it]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;   cellphone inside that purple case&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;   eyeglasses [i'm nearsighted]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt; the green notebook [i got this from abu dhabi and fell in love with the color. i also got a purple version that i use for my MWF classes]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;  scientific calculator [never forget this. EVER!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt; vanity stuff - lip moisturizer, lip balm, lip gloss [i'm addicted to these especially with candy flavoured lip balm], compact powder, oil control sheets, perfume [i love body shop's scents to death], eyeliner, comb [i like it cause it's not as bulky as my old brush. you can open it to make it longer and it's lavender!], tissue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt; vanity pouch [i bought it in abu dhabi from this japanese store. the store sells all items for 5Dhs. it's heaven cause i go crazy over anything oriental-looking]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;10&lt;/span&gt;  hanky [my shield from pollution]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;  medicine [for headache, colds, and fever. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bawal magkasit!&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i collect bags but that one was overused. i bought it from bershka last year. it's my fave since there ain't any bershka in here. hmph!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110725747774725308?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110725747774725308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110725747774725308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110725747774725308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-bag.html' title='my bag'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110667245663862784</id><published>2005-01-25T22:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T02:13:42.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>life is a contradiction</title><content type='html'>this morning wasn't a bit shiny. i lack sleep trying to pump up my brain cells with mind-boggling equations for the quiz. the alarm clock was busted, which i initially set earlier than the usual waking hour to study for another subject. if it wasn't for the neighbor's blasting radio i would have been sleeping like a baby for long. i was on a massive panic. going to class unprepared and late weren't i had in mind. so i tried to trust on luck hoping it wouldn't run out on me since i needed loads of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;event one:&lt;/span&gt; i got to class just in time for the quiz. BUT later that i found out the professor allowed an index card with all the written formulas to be used during the quiz. damn it! i spent the entire night racking my brains with formulas! i wasn't even aware of that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;event two:&lt;/span&gt; seatmate let me use his index card. it was a big help. i was on the edge of having a mental blackout due to the hassle i've been through this morning. BUT i wasn't able to fill up all the questions. i was in a hurry for the next subject and i badly needed a review on more formulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;event three:&lt;/span&gt; the quiz was moved next week! should i be happy? definitely! BUT if i knew it all along, i should have stayed and focused on the previous quiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people, that was my series of UNFORTUNATE and FORTUNATE events. haha! the past days i felt like i was out of my mind without a slightest idea what's going on around. probably consumed with stress. i missed out some assignments too. blame it on stupidity and slightly skewed awareness. sometimes i find the need to slap myself in order to wake me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110667245663862784?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110667245663862784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-is-contradiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110667245663862784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110667245663862784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/life-is-contradiction.html' title='life is a contradiction'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110640949974446040</id><published>2005-01-22T23:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T01:41:20.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>feeble attempt to amuse myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;put your media player on random and pick your favorite lines from the first 20 songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;sometimes it feels like i don't really know what's going on. time and time again it seems like everything is wrong in here - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;last train home [lost prophets]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;      &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt; we want more than this world's got to offer. and everything inside screams for second life - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meant to live [switchfoot]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;    &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;so what should i do. just lay next to you. as though i'm unaffected - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unaffected [hoobastank]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;back home i always thought i wanted so much more, now i'm not too sure. cause sometimes i miss knowing someone's there for me and feeling free - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;back home [yellowcard]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;sometimes i give myself the creeps. sometimes my mind plays tricks on me. it all keeps adding up. i think i'm cracking up. am i just paranoid? i'm just stoned - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;basket case [greenday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;just as i feel like i wanted to leave. this really nice girl walks right up to me. her stunning red dress and her black converse on. she said don't worry and takes me by the arm. prom isn't so bad afterall. starting that night i met my punk rock prom girl - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;prom girl [best interest]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;my shadow's the only one that walks beside me. my shallow heart's the only thing that's beating. sometimes i wish someone out there will find me. til then i walk alone - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boulevard of broken dreams [greenday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;why must i be the one who has to know? i'm not the one who messed up big time. so spare me the details if you don't mind - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;spare me the details [the offspring]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;honestly, with the things i see. it seems as though we fly. stories go but stories leave an imprint on my mind - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;white lights [rufio]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;another turning point, a fork stuck in the road. time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go. so make the best of this test and don't ask why. it's not a question but a lesson learned in time - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good riddance(time of your life) [greenday]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;can't you see i want you by the way i push you away - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tangled up in me [skye sweetnam]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i love to see the ocean's beauty and the moon that shines above. alone in the sand looking at the stars. wishing someday i would find true love - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wherever you are [southborder]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i wana make you smile whenever you're sad. carry you around when your athritis is bad. all i wana do is grow old with you - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grow old with you [adam sandler]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;here i go so dishonestly leave a note. for you my only one. and i know you can see right through me. so let me go and you will find someone -&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; only one [yellowcard]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i'm just a kid and life is a nightmare. i'm just a kid. i know that it's not fair. nobody cares cause i'm alone and the world is having more fun than me - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i'm just a kid [simple plan]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;wag na wag mong sabihin na di mo nadama itong pag-ibig kong handang ibigay kahit pa kalayaan mo - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;huwag na huwag mong sabihin [kitchie nadal]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;give a little poot poot. it's okay. (fart sound) ooops my CD just skipped and everyone just heard you let one rip - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;just lose it [eminem]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;what goes around, comes around. what goes up, must come down - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;karma [alicia keys]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i need a soldier that ain't scared to stand up for me. known to carry big things if you know what i mean - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;soldier [destiny's child]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;i'm not being too dramatic that's the way i gotta have it - &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;goodies [ciara]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alright. i'm on a pathetic threshold. i just need to kill time and i'm bummed out. i forgot to set the alarm this morning. when i woke up, it's past noon and my class starts at 1:30. there goes the clean record for attendance. i've been whisked away in dreamland. i must have been in a really DEEP SLEEP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110640949974446040?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110640949974446040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/feeble-attempt-to-amuse-myself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110640949974446040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110640949974446040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/feeble-attempt-to-amuse-myself.html' title='feeble attempt to amuse myself'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110632232794148399</id><published>2005-01-21T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:45:27.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dealing with stress</title><content type='html'>i don't know where to begin. the past few days were such a blur. i've been staying up past midnight working on lab reports and assignments. that made me feel like dozing off in class. i'm too drained! it's weird that with all those works waiting for me, i still found time to be pampered. i got myself a massage, hot oil treatment and a new haircut. it took most of my free time but it was awesome. i got to sit back, relax and listen to soft music playing in the background. stress was out of my dictionary during those moment. what more if i had a spa or a full body massage?! i badly need those! hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's weekend... i'd be spending it reviewing for long exams next week. argh! 3 long exams in the same day! pure torture! my professors have no mercy to atleast move one exam the next day. i can't think straight. i know i've been complaining a lot but for real, this is too much burden to handle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110632232794148399?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110632232794148399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/dealing-with-stress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110632232794148399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110632232794148399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/dealing-with-stress.html' title='dealing with stress'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110606855836012523</id><published>2005-01-18T23:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T01:15:58.360+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the madman in me</title><content type='html'>i was one step in the counter to getting the bamboo concert tickets for thursday with a friend but decided to cancel at that moment. it's that time of the month and my mind just went swoosh. go figure. mood swings were flaring and i ended up walking around with a wrinkled forehead. bah! PMS-ing!  i turned into a madman. if i were to enjoy the concert at night and would be suffering a day without sleeping due to lab reports, i better not go. lazy-bum has struck again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110606855836012523?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110606855836012523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/madman-in-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110606855836012523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110606855836012523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/madman-in-me.html' title='the madman in me'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110589087058701379</id><published>2005-01-16T23:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T03:37:33.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>raiza's debut-party</title><content type='html'>i spent saturday night hanging out with my high school friends at raiza's place who just turned 18 last wednesday. i haven't seen the girls for more than a year! the guys i see all the time because we go to the same school. anna and leigh were the only girls who made it that day. when we saw each other, we can't help but scream. after having dinner, we headed off to eastwood for more fun. i tried to keep myself awake for not having enough sleep the night before. i only had light beer and vodka ice. i'm not much of a drinker. besides, i get light-headed easily. we then danced and talked the entire night. the place was packed around 3am and i was getting suffocated from it. we decided to move to seattle's best and chat some more over white mocha. it was past 4am when we got back to raiza's house. we all looked dead tired. when we were all in the living room, that started the chatters about the good ol' abu dhabi days. we talked about the frolics in the classroom, jokes about the teachers, and how silly we used to be. my tummy ached, face turned into a tomato, almost fell off the chair and got teary-eyed from all the laughs. we stayed up until the crack of dawn. it was a bummer to leave 'cause who knows when will times like this happen again. too bad our batch wasn't complete. gail, jern and paulo couldn't make it. jie and roseline have no contact whatsoever. daivy and mac are in the other part of the continent. if only i could turn back time and experience once more being in high school even for a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/kjljhljh.jpg" border="1" /&gt;             &lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/gfhgfhfghertretree.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/100_0030.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/100_0029.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/vbnhgdgfdt1.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;1&lt;/span&gt;   me with raiza, the debutante at seattle's best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;2&lt;/span&gt; the married couple, raiza and mark. it's a "family" thing in our batch. they didn't tie the knot in real life. but they look cute together hehe. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;3&lt;/span&gt;   raiza's alone time with the guys    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;4&lt;/span&gt;   the guys still perk up after eastwood    &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;5&lt;/span&gt;   anna, leigh, raiza, me and kristia... future models haha! =P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110589087058701379?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110589087058701379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/raizas-debut-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110589087058701379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110589087058701379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/raizas-debut-party.html' title='raiza&apos;s debut-party'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110545870682867027</id><published>2005-01-11T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T00:03:24.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless night</title><content type='html'>damn this colds! i caught it when i was cleaning my room last sunday. bah! dusts! i've been sneezing and sniffing like mad. plus, the headache is unbearable. i wasn't able to sleep at all. when i finally doze off, the neighbor downstairs played rock music too loud. it was freaking 6am. i only had 3 hours of sleep by then. i wanted to shout to turn the thing off but i had no energy to do so. i was planning to put a post-it on their door about the noises every morning. i stood up, went straight to the ref and ate chocolates. i have no idea why i did that. maybe chocolates calm me down. what the heck. i can't sleep with people moving around the room or hearing different kind of noises. i was in a bad mood. i waited until 8am then went back to sleep. i woke up at 10 to prepare for school. i was still in a grumpy mode. at class, i swear i couldn't keep my eyes open anymore with the colds and lack of sleep. my mind was screaming to go home. you could imagine how overjoyed i was when my classes ended. i can get the sleep i need. gawd. this was an awful day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sked tomorrow is tight. i'll be at school for 9 hours straight. another day. another hassle. not like it's new to me. ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/14016972/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/ghhgfhgfhfghgh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/14016873/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/gfhgfh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/14017202/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/hjhgjgjhyuyu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/14017397/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/fgfgtytytyhghgh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/14017069/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/qebbmkkk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click images for larger view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;all pics were taken in abu dhabi. i finally updated &lt;a href="http://0verdrive.deviantart.com"&gt;my deviantart&lt;/a&gt; after a long time. i have a few more. i just don't have time to upload. maybe some other day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110545870682867027?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110545870682867027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleepless-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110545870682867027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110545870682867027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/sleepless-night.html' title='sleepless night'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110538071575611599</id><published>2005-01-10T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T02:30:16.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a ride to yesterday</title><content type='html'>it's amazing to be acquainted with long lost friends through FRIENDSTER. haha! i received a message from an old classmate. i think i was with him since grade one until three. he put my whole name asking if i was that person. only it was a shame of me not to remember him from eons of years ago. after some time, all those vivid images of early 1990s popped out. he used to be the bully of the class. he was the one who loved to lift the girls' skirts. we'd end up in an argument about asking him to stop the stupid jokes. he couldn't make me cry because if he did, my two cousins would beat him up. both of them were also my classmates. i have bodyguards! hehe. i won't mention the guy's name for his own sake. but since we're all grown up now, i guess he changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if there's one person i wanted to find... it's my bestfriend, sunshine. we used to exchange letters when i moved to abu dhabi. i lost track of her when she told me about coming with her mom abroad. i miss her. i wonder where she is now. i hope she still remembers me. i love her to pieces when we were young. there was one time she caught measles because of me. i got it ahead of her. i was absent for a week. when i came back to school, there were some small scars left on my arms and legs. they say it's more contagious in that stage. most of my classmates were scared to go near me but she never felt that way. she still played with me. after a few days, she got the measles too. that wasn't the only good moments we had. it's so long ago i couldn't keep track anymore. i still have her picture with me though. the note at the back says "keep this picture of me. it was my best shot so don't lose this!" well, i never did! hehe. it's a small world. there might be a chance of seeing her again. i would love for that day to happen soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know there are some people who want to let go of the past. i was lucky to have such a bright childhood. but why think of the bad memories when you have the good ones to cherish? right? hmmm... this entry is making me a bit teary-eyed. i better stop and head for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110538071575611599?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110538071575611599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/ride-to-yesterday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110538071575611599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110538071575611599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/ride-to-yesterday.html' title='a ride to yesterday'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110520260440385016</id><published>2005-01-08T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T01:15:31.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school escapades</title><content type='html'>i arrived thursday afternoon and since then, the clock seemed to be faster than the usual. i had too much to do especially at school. i was absent for three days that means... a lot of catching up to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took pictures from the plane's window. finally i was seated beside the window! it was the only place i won't get tipsy from the whole ride. i'm weak when it comes to flying. probably the reason why i have to give up the dream of becoming an astronaut. haha! the view from up there was pretty especially the sunrise part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/flyt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;i went to school on friday to enroll. then i had to attend the evening classes from 6 to 9pm that day. my nerves went overdrive. the thought of which professors will i end up with for this term freaked me out. the classmates were okay but the professors... a big NO. there was one professor who asked me to sing and dance infront of the class ALONE 'cause i missed two meetings already. crap. i never sing in a crowd nor dance by myself. i tried to get away before exposing myself to shame. no, i did not make a run for it [even if i wanted to]. so i asked for a song request from my classmates. that started the noises when they kept shouting songs they wanted to hear. someone even requested the "ye ye vonel" [spelling?] by april boy regino including the dance moves. yuck. i hated the song [sorry for whoever adores it]! i knew most of my classmates so it wasn't such a big deal but still, i do not want to be known as the girl who performed in class for the rest of my college life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i was in luck... the prof finally excused me from the cringe-making scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the terror side of him came out after a few minutes when one student gave an opinion about some things on the lesson. the prof thought the student was stating he made a mistake during discussions and found it insulting. so for the rest of the time, he kept yakking on how "dangerous" he can be. gee. where's the freedom of speech now?! the prof claimed that he is the chairman in the room and we are just his followers. i think the prof was out of line with that. we may be depending on him to teach us but as students, we still have the right to speak up. at that moment, i had a feeling it was the start of a deadly battle this term. one wrongful deed by a student in the eyes of the prof... the whole class goes down. tsk tsk.&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/5560872-110520260440385016?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110520260440385016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-escapades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110520260440385016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110520260440385016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/school-escapades.html' title='school escapades'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110493238522735357</id><published>2005-01-05T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T21:39:45.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>leaving on a jet plane</title><content type='html'>7 more hours before my flight. i wish i could freeze the time. it will take a while to condition myself back to what i was before christmas break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i uploaded more pics. &lt;a href="http://www.picturetrail.com/gallery/view?p=999&amp;gid=6049795&amp;amp;uid=2142112"&gt;go and see.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110493238522735357?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110493238522735357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/leaving-on-jet-plane.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110493238522735357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110493238522735357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='leaving on a jet plane'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110486231766914917</id><published>2005-01-04T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T02:11:57.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got hooked with SIMS</title><content type='html'>joy [sister] was to blame. she plays the game non-stop. i thought it was such a drag to build a house from scratch. up until joy helped me out where and how to start the game. i got carried away that i didn't noticed i've been playing it for hours. i'd go and beg for her to lend me the installation CD. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;geez. my mind seemed to be working backwards now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110486231766914917?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110477139130064402</id><published>2005-01-03T20:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T00:56:31.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the blues</title><content type='html'>it's depressing to think of christmas break by the time it finally ends. you crave more of it. i'm off to the old nook this wednesday night. back to juggling school works again. it gets worse each term.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this i will miss...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/100_0085.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;the place is superb. some people mistakenly thought of abu dhabi as a part of saudi arabia. &lt;strong&gt;IT'S NOT.&lt;/strong&gt; abu dhabi is the capital of united arab emirates [uae]. it's more than an hour drive to dubai, which is also a part of uae. at least dubai's getting much publicity. but now some believed abu dhabi is actually dubai hehe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110477139130064402?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110477139130064402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/blues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110477139130064402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110477139130064402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/blues.html' title='the blues'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110460284395583800</id><published>2005-01-01T22:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T02:09:06.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>initial thought in 2005</title><content type='html'>it seemed like a usual day by the time i got out of the bed. i haven't really thought much about this day or the days ahead. this entry was supposed to be about my resolutions. they weren't any different with the ones i had last year anyway. i don't know. maybe i don't feel like pushing myself into something that i planned to be. life isn't completely constant. i guess i find the need to be flexible. perhaps be more brave in facing changes. i like to look at each day as something new and exciting that i don't know what i would end up doing. better yet, i decided to take mistakes as pillars to second chances. i want a whole new me without tossing the good stuff away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110460284395583800?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110460284395583800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2005/01/initial-thought-in-2005.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110460284395583800'/><link rel='self' 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watch the whole celebration back in pinas through TFC. it looked so much fun! as for this place... i guess we'll try to celebrate new year's eve our own ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/smileyy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;we used to think we were the powerpuff girls. haha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;for those who stumbled upon this blog... &lt;strong&gt;HAPPY NEW YEAR! &lt;/strong&gt;i guess i would still be jumping around trying to believe i might grow an inch taller. never lose hope. haha! but in my case... it's bad enough to even try. my younger sister outgrew me. well... have fun this coming year! i wish all of you the best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110452244259906266?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110452244259906266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110452244259906266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110452244259906266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-new-year.html' title='happy new year!'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110443248719292575</id><published>2004-12-30T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T03:05:56.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>snowfall in UAE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gulf-news.com/Articles/NationNF.asp?ArticleID=145764"&gt;i was stunned by this news.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes... it's true. too bad the snow didn't hit abu dhabi. hehe! i'm not sure if i'm going to enjoy the surprising weather change. it's quite scary. my mom even told me about this prediction of nostradamus. i've heard most of his prophecies came true including the birth of hitler and the kennedy assassinations but there were false predictions as well like the supposedly "end of the world" in 1999. it's up to you to think if he really was a fraud or not. &lt;strong&gt;he predicted that the mideast would be the center of agriculture. &lt;/strong&gt;damn... in a dry land?? &lt;strong&gt;when that happens, it's nearly the end of the world. &lt;/strong&gt;gawd. that sounds frightening. when you think of it, it's starting to rain in the mideast or even snow for that matter. BUT as i've mentioned, it's really up to you to believe it or not. some thought of him as being possessed by a demon or even a prophet. i don't know much of nostradamus. i like to know more about the guy. i'm actually getting curious with the rest of his predictions. i guess it won't hurt to dig facts just not to end up being paranoid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110443248719292575?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110443248719292575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/snowfall-in-uae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110443248719292575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110443248719292575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/snowfall-in-uae.html' title='snowfall in UAE?'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110425661489071326</id><published>2004-12-28T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T01:56:54.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/101_0184.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;it just won't stop raining!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110425661489071326?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110425661489071326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/more-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110425661489071326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110425661489071326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/more-rain.html' title='more rain'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110416056053407501</id><published>2004-12-27T18:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T23:16:00.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the news</title><content type='html'>all of my fave shops in abu dhabi are on sale. that kept me high. haha! it's winter so most of the clothes weren't ideal to wear in pinas. still, i can't help but shop =) btw, it's been ages i haven't seen a drop of rain in this place. it rained two times during my stay. when i used to live here before, i was like ecstatic about it. rain is a rare case in the mideast. it changed when i moved to pinas. i swore never to like rainy days again. you know how much hassle it is for me especially during school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gawd. time flies by that fast huh? the next thing you know it's 2005. it's sad that this year has left too much agony for asian countries. maybe you have heard of the tsunamis that hit the southern part of asia. i was surfing channels on TV and saw the breaking news in CNN. at first i thought it was some kind of a terrorist attack. i wasn't reading the subtitles. the next day, it became the headline on the newspaper. CNN caught the huge tsunami on tape with the people running around. i was able to watch it. hundreds of people lost their lives. this happened right after christmas. you can never tell when will an earthquake occur. that's the scariest part. what's with earthquakes now? it's terrifying to think what's happening to the world. let's just be thankful the tsunami didn't hit philippines. also to offer prayers for those who have been damaged by this calamity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110416056053407501?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110416056053407501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/news.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110416056053407501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110416056053407501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/news.html' title='the news'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110389609702683820</id><published>2004-12-24T17:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-25T01:25:12.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy holidays</title><content type='html'>been going out for the past few days. meeting former teachers and friends. taking lots of pictures around. getting bloated from too much junk foods. note to myself: never take upsized meals here. i forgot how huge it is unlike in the philippines hehe. been here for almost a week now. really excited for christmas and new year. mom's preparing the meals. don't want to miss the fun. i have one more week left in abu dhabi. i decided to skip the first day of school [jan.3] just to extend my vacation. i haven't even enrolled yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/yeeha2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/yeeha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1&lt;/strong&gt; me, winston and paulo with sir alex [former senior adviser/math teacher]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2&lt;/strong&gt; the famous al majar! new and improved. that's me [white top] with paulo, joan and cheng. man... i miss that place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;check &lt;a href="http://picturetrail.com/ajanem"&gt;my photo gallery&lt;/a&gt; for more snapshots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MERRY CHRISTMAS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110389609702683820?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110389609702683820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidays.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110389609702683820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110389609702683820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/happy-holidays.html' title='happy holidays'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110371107348284810</id><published>2004-12-22T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-22T18:34:41.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back at home</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ABU DHABI&lt;/strong&gt;. i miss this place. it's been fun being here again only even for two lame weeks. my family moved to another building so i kinda miss the old house. every corner of this city brought back the memories i had with my family and friends. call me a dork but i get teary-eyed at times hehe. i'm off to my old school in a few hours to watch their christmas program. it's no doubt i'll be thinking of the times when my batchmates and i used to prepare for the christmas program *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures. more to follow...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/auh2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;few hours after i got off the plane&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/auh3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;gosh, i forgot the street hehe it's the road to&lt;br /&gt;madinat zayed shopping center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/auh5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sisters: joy and janyn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/auh.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the tres marias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/auh6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;me with joy at home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110371107348284810?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110371107348284810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-at-home.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110371107348284810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110371107348284810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/back-at-home.html' title='back at home'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110344636923345102</id><published>2004-12-19T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T16:59:06.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>%*!&amp;#</title><content type='html'>wahahahaha!!! i passed all of my subjects this term!!! thank you LORD!!! all those hardworks paid off!!! it was worth it!!! i love you all!!! mwaaaah!!! i love my professors!!! (ngayon lang kasi ipinasa ako!!!) haha!!! lapit na ko maging engineer!!! putik. kailan pa kaya yun?! 2 years nalang!! kakayanin ko ito!!! go go go!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i'm in abu dhabi right now!!! fun!!! i hope i make sense. i'm super happy kasi!!! woohooo!!! i'll be back with a decent entry!!! yipeeeeee!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110344636923345102?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110344636923345102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110344636923345102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110344636923345102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/blog-post.html' title='%*!&amp;#'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110312432624943952</id><published>2004-12-15T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-15T23:25:26.250+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm on a high</title><content type='html'>woohoo!! school officially ended!! no more exams!! yipee!! *dances around* i don't want to think or even hear anything about school starting today. grabe. ang saya ko!! haha!! this is an outburst of delight!! wheee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to celebrate my own jubilation, i'll treat myself with something special - SHOPPING!! nothing beats shopping in a girl's heart. i'm off to abu dhabi on saturday. i'm so excited i might start packing now wehehe!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110312432624943952?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110312432624943952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-on-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110312432624943952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110312432624943952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-on-high.html' title='i&apos;m on a high'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110303955737168444</id><published>2004-12-14T23:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-14T23:52:37.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fernando poe jr.</title><content type='html'>he died this day at 12:01am. i admired his indulgence on helping the less fortunate. i was an anti-fpj during the election. he may have the heart but lacked some attributes of being the president. i watched the fans lining up on his memorial hoping for a last short peek to the man they call "da king." both of my lolos idolize him. for them, he was the living legend. i was shocked by his death. what more to those who look up to him? you measure how much a person was loved by his death. with fpj's death, he must be a true philanthropist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110303955737168444?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110303955737168444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/fernando-poe-jr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110303955737168444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110303955737168444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/fernando-poe-jr.html' title='fernando poe jr.'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110295263879691499</id><published>2004-12-13T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:47:39.113+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shit happens</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one long entry. you've been warned!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i never had a decent sleep since sunday... not one sweet slumber. i may sound exaggerated but we worked from 5pm(sunday) until 3pm(monday)... STRAIGHT! i decided to help out the group since in this project lies whether we will pass or not. it's a group activity with 10 members. what's worst was that only 5 of us were working too hard for the grade. in the end, we all get the same set of points. doesn't matter if you help or not. sucks huh? after lunch and shopping at glorietta with sherwin, darwin, and winston, off i went bringing the pc to my groupmate's house in caloocan. we were slaving with this presentation for almost a day. i swear we all looked like shit. we used two computers already to speed up the job. we had individual tasks: typist(my job), presentation planner, image maker, substitute typist and financier/joker. i wasn't able to fight the shuteye and exhaustion. we tried everything to keep ourselves awake. it was one crazy overnight but super fun. imagine putting people who haven't even slept yet in one room. non compos mentis! using my camera, we came up with a deranged idea of an interview and included it for the presentation. it was all bloopers and jokes... "project in the making." after hours and hours of going mental over the project, we finally did it. that wasn't the end of our misery. we finished at 3pm(monday)... the same day of our final exam, which was at 5pm. i never got the chance to study for the final exam because of that freaking project that was announced so late! the prof wanted us to cram. the prof enjoyed our deep agony. he even had that sarcastic smile asking if anyone finishes the project on time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and i thought everything would be better after the exam. one irresponsible member doesn't have the complete printed copy of the presentation. doesn't he know we stayed up too late without even reviewing for the finals for that project?! he came up with an excuse of being too busy and said the prof won't notice the lacking parts anyway. i could strangle him with my bare hands at that moment. all we asked him to do was to prepare a hardcopy by printing what we worked on. so now our project was incomplete because of him. the prof might not even consider it. shit happens! this was one of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* all i want to do now is to have as much sleep as i can. enjoy the pictures. feugene caught me taking a nap. haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://uploads.bestupload.com/redir/20618.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;on the happier side:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mom's birthday today! i miss her waking me up every morning for school. eating her "experimented" meals especially the palabok. the scoldings whenever i stay up really late 'cause it can cause pimples. her asking me to clean my room every day. the stories about her childhood memories. her telling me the latest news around the globe. the jokes between her and dad. preparing milk before my sisters and i go to bed. the shopping times. the fashion and cosmetics talks. her reminding me to eat more veggies. the misunderstandings that don't last that long. need i say more? if i do, i'll miss her more. she's one superwoman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110295263879691499?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110295263879691499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/shit-happens.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110295263879691499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110295263879691499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/shit-happens.html' title='shit happens'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110279044232948357</id><published>2004-12-11T22:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-12T03:25:01.333+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality bites</title><content type='html'>i was out with chiz and his two groupmates going around quiapo, recto and binondo. yes, not the classy place you could ever imagine. i had a glimpse of the "other" side of the country. i'm not being egotistical about this but i realized how fortunate i am. i went with them while they search for this electrical shop to fix the power supply, a project for TRONICS lab. i thought it wouldn't hurt to join since i was left with nothing to do. today was the last day of school and next week will be the finals week so all of my classes were dismissed. it was a long walk, unsafe streets, smothering foul smell, and being lost. this may sound odd but i like having no sense of direction. i think of it as paving into an extreme adventure of finding the right way. we passed several narrow streets with creepy tambays staring at us. then there was this alarming smell. sorry but this may gross you out... it's a mixture of sweat, trash, putok(of underarms), rotten food scattered in streets, stinky canals and air pollution. i thought i would pass out at that moment. all places we've been were too crowded. we couldn't even walk in large steps. we were moving like that of the japanese women because it's only a matter of inches bumping into someone. you have to be alert all the time when it comes to snatchers and reckless drivers. it was the longest day of my life. although i was glad i got the chance to experience that. i haven't been to those kind of places ever. the site might not be as pretty as makati, alabang or any other high-class cities you know but it leaves a strong impression on you about the differences peoples' lives have. i don't want to be known as a person who lives in luxury. i may want expensive things but i know my limits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after being in the opposite world, off to civilization - the mall. chiz and i decided to rest while watching &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bridget jones: the edge of reason&lt;/span&gt;. it was a good movie. it made me laugh. the story is simple but cute. chiz and i got to talk about guys during trailers. i like hanging out with him despite of his being a homosexual. we argued in a funny way for having the same crushes. i guess those who detest homosexuals shouldn't judge them in a harsh way. whenever guys make fun of chiz with his sexuality, i'm the one who gets hurt. chiz seemed to be more straight than those morons. people need to be more open-minded. let them be what they want to be as long as they don't harm anyone. excuse the wrath. i'm just disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;good news:&lt;/span&gt; the project was extended until monday. the group will meet tomorrow morning and probably work at someone's house. i volunteered to do all the typings cause i might not be able to come with them. i NEED to shop for pasalubongs. sunday's the only free day. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bad news:&lt;/span&gt; argh. more work, work, work! and to think i have to get up early for that group meeting. crap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110279044232948357?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110279044232948357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/reality-bites.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110279044232948357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110279044232948357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/reality-bites.html' title='reality bites'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110259258665769374</id><published>2004-12-09T19:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T19:43:06.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>still standing</title><content type='html'>last night i heard children singing christmas carols down the building. after a few hours, there were fireworks visible from my window's view. oh it was some kind of an advanced christmas and new year celebrations for me since i won't be able to spend both here. mwahaha! and don't you just love the weather?! it's a struggle to wake up every morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, yesterday was such a blur. i was pissed off. all that i lack was a cardboard on my neck that says... "don't talk to me!" i was under pressure and a lot of stress. it all started with the prof not showing up at class. then there was this project, which was announced 2 days before submission. it's a long work that should be done in a powerpoint presentation. i even forgot to pay the driver on my way home 'cause i was under muzzy thoughts on how to finish the work. i felt awful for the driver. really. i took a short nap but forgot to set the alarm. then it was night and i haven't even started anything. i also need to review for a long exam the next day. i was in a rush. i hate cramming. makes me insane! gah. but it's over now. finally. a take home quiz and problem set to work on for saturday. the last things on my what-to-do list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with the madness. i am now an official user of sun 24/7. haha! influenced by friends at school. i wasn't even planning it but chiz was too excited he got me the sim pack. only thing is... i'd have to switch sim cards in one phone. i gave the old phone away. pfft. woohoo! text and call marathon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch with diane and chiz. i had sandwich and iced tea... if you call that lunch. the sandwich was ultra-thin with this gooey mayo. blech. i should have eaten a doughnut or something. three of us looked wasted with huge packed eyebags. we shared the same problems with school works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 more days and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110259258665769374?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110259258665769374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/still-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110259258665769374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110259258665769374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/still-standing.html' title='still standing'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110241539179288165</id><published>2004-12-07T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T18:45:51.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>curls and exams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/hair.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lurve curly, full-bodied tresses! excuse my being vain for taking pics. something hit me this morning. i'm not tamad to do my hair and i wanted to make it look like *poof*. haha! i hate my straight flimsy hair. i'm torn between keeping it long or cutting it short. hairstyles that i like aren't fit for my hair type. i'm always late for class and i do not want anything that takes too long to pamper. this is boring. change topic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yipee! 2 more final exams to go! erm... 2 long quizzes and a problem set to add. but what the heck! i smell vacation baby! hurrah! *confetti* i only need to go to school until wednesday of next week! fun! fun! fun! woohoo! *more confetti* sorry for the limited choice of words. it felt good knowing that another term will end soon. patay nga lang sa judgement day (release of grades). it's christmas. time to share the goodness. that's the abrupt shout-outs of students to professors at our school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i took one final exam this morning and nothing new... one hell of a test. there were 10 questions. 8 essay type, 1 problem solving, and 1 formula derivation. the time limit: 1.5 hours. i like essays especially during high school. now, i'm used with all computations and i'm kinda getting rotten with essays. everything is about theories and you have to make it short and precise. i miss answering questions like... "what is your unforgettable moment", "describe your childhood"... slambook stuff like that. back in the good ol' high school days, i have no interest in math. when we took calculus in 4th year, i was toxicated by it. it's like a poison that slowly kills your brain cells. probably the time wasn't that convenient. calculus was only an additional subject for us. it was held after school hours...4pm, i think. the school dismissal is at 2:30pm. you could imagine our faces bored too death during that class. all we could think of was to head for the exit. but now... (i never dared to say these words)... calculus is my most favorite subject. yeah, so shoot me and put a big L on my forehead. it was shocking for me too. oh well, i guess i did good on my modern physics exam. no need to be a worry rat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110241539179288165?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110241539179288165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/curls-and-exams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110241539179288165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110241539179288165'/><link rel='alternate' 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around for hours but ended up going in circles. by the time i found the place, the campers were leaving telling me that it was over. i lost my balance and fell because i was too exhausted. then i woke up with my feet numb and heartbeat racing fast like it does when you feel tired.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; freaky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this may sound absurd but i've been obsessing with dream decoding. i have this thing for paranormal instances. i blame the x-files. haha! it's the weirdness in me. oh man, i really am a dork. so i checked for the cyptic message behind my dream. walking and getting lost meant being unprepared or anxious for what's about to happen. the closest thing i could think is the final exam tomorrow. i must have been feeling pretty confident about that exam when subconsciously i am uneasy. pffft. i need to study some more tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess don't brush off your dreams like they're nothing but a bunch of crap. dreams are merely symbols for what goes on in your waking world. parts of our mind are asleep when we are awake. and when we go to sleep, those parts begin to be active. it's within that state you may find the answers to your problems in the waking world. i even read that the more calm and relaxed you are in life, the more you will recall your dreams. but when you don't dream, it means you are in a deep sleep.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110232275583982635?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110232275583982635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-sleep-i-dream_06.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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out that it's closed. rarely that i get disappointed when there won't be any classes. i was quite proud of waking at 5am. i've never done that in ages. the reason i have to be early was to beat the deadline for our take-home quiz. i haven't started anything yet and i thought it will be good if i work in the library. i met francis on my way home. i photocopied some of his notes and went straight at home before the rain starts dripping like mad. text messages started streaming on my phone asking about classes. i felt like i was this person from the information center. pffft. i needed more ZZzz's so i dozed off for 4 more hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love the weather but seeing how many people died from the flash floods... a guilty pleasure. there's this another storm coming scheduled this night and it seemed to be stronger than the previous one that just left. the sky now turned to be grayish and it's so chilly. i've been taking full advantage of the weather for the past 4 days. i was seating here waiting for that storm like it was some kind of a scene from the movie &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Day After Tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. it must be my imagination fluttering again. but really, it looked so scary outside. there was supposedly a night gimik to go to at QC tonight. goodness, in a weather like this?! they couldn't pick a better time. i had to say the big NO-NO to that even though i wanted to go to de-stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110197253832375297?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110197253832375297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/big-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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book &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;/span&gt; so why not make something out of it. the excerpt on the right was marked on my book. i read it whenever i feel unsettled and downcasted. the time when i failed a subject, my self-esteem went straight down the drain. i began doubting myself whether i am or i am not capable for this course. you may think i am weird sobbing for one subject but i take school and grades seriously. i lost my scholarship but i am not pressuring myself to recover it. as long as i finish the course, it would be one of the most gratifying things for me. my parents never stop boosting my confidence. they said you don't have to feel bad at every failures when you're convinced that you've done your best. sometimes i think people expect too much from me because maybe i was this bright girl during high school or this bionic person who can do anything. when i look at it that way, the more i will be pushing myself down. i don't want to feed on someone's opinion and expectation all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what's it got to do with the book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was breaking down over my failed subject before, i stood up and got the book from my drawers. i flipped the pages and ended up to where that excerpt was written. i began reading the entire book again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who haven't read it yet, &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;/span&gt; is a story about this japanese woman &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sayuri&lt;/span&gt;, who once lived a miserable life since childhood. at a young age of nine, she was sold by her father to slavery. by then she experienced all forms of hardship just to attain success and contentment that she had been wanting for so long. sayuri became a well-known geisha and used it to where she ended up at the last part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know and believe that despite all the troubles we've gone through, happiness awaits. my problems can't even be compared with what &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sayuri&lt;/span&gt; has. the thing is... there is someone out there who is suffering worse enigma than we do. you may want to even consider yourself lucky for that. my modern physics professor once said, "everything is probable. there is no 0% probability. it may be .00000000001% but still, it's probable." solving for the most unusual thing is still possible. worrying and feeling sorry will do no good. in the last part of the book, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;sayuri&lt;/span&gt; stated that we cannot speak frankly about pain until we are no longer enduring it. that explains it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;books can change people's perspectives. reading isn't just a hobby. it's life. what makes me even happier is when some of my book-hater friends get engrossed over books through me. i was watching tv this afternoon and found out that &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;memoirs of a geisha&lt;/span&gt; will be in the big screen along with &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;the da vinci code&lt;/span&gt; wherein &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;tom hanks&lt;/span&gt; was the main choice for the role of &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;robert langdon&lt;/span&gt;. i do hope the movies are worth it. i don't want to be disappointed. those are great books not to be wasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is quite a long entry. it will be a while to put up another one. i assume i won't have time to update this week because of school. bah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110183402945252663?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110183402945252663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/geisha-and-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110183402945252663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110183402945252663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/12/geisha-and-i.html' title='the geisha and i...'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110167731306559582</id><published>2004-11-29T05:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T05:43:17.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>deviation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/12704362/"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/eternal%20paradise.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; my recent deviation. i'm a person who appreciates nature. it makes me feel so light and passive just staring at it like the way i enjoyed looking at the sea (or any water forms) and hear the waves crashing and even the stars at night. there's something magical in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;familiar place? it's in greenbelt. haha! there's like a tropical forest beside the mall. i love the whole setting. i just had to avoid the buildings at the back to make it look like i was nature tripping *winks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110167731306559582?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110167731306559582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/deviation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110167731306559582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110167731306559582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/deviation.html' title='deviation'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110156986991402285</id><published>2004-11-27T23:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T23:59:33.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a week of PAIN and PLEASURE</title><content type='html'>phew... what a week! one final exam down. 3 more to go in a few weeks. 200 items for that final exam. i was left insane for 3 hours. 1 hour spent trying to figure out the bonus question for point incentives - name all the 7 dwarves in snow white. so why waste that 15 points?! i asked my seatmates if they knew until each of us were asking one another with the prof virtually engrossed with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;street fighter&lt;/span&gt; in the computer. we came up with horrendous names at first after missing out the remaining two (dopey and doc) - saddy, stupid, grouch, lovely, wise... i was cracking up like crazy during finals. in the end, we got them all. i was caught up with two long quizzes too. yeah, my brain cells were pretty much active and busy trying to squeeze in every lesson in one night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last thursday, there was a public transpo strike. i know our school won't even consider closing in one day. it's impossible to get a ride but it pays off to be patient. after 20 friggin' minutes of waiting along dozens of passengers, a taxi pulled infront of me. i couldn't skip classes 'cause i had a quiz scheduled that day. must be my lucky day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alexander&lt;/span&gt; with the guys from high school. the gayest movie ever. haha. i don't know if i'm going to like it or not. umm... there were great moments in the movie. we got sucker seats in the cinema. we had our heads tilted way up on the big screen. i found some scenes hilarious. no idea why. maybe i can be shallow and laugh at the simplest things. but hey, angelina jolie looked like a goddess in that movie. as always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this week may be a total hassle but i got 4 days off from school next week! if i can do cartwheels, i'll be doing it every minute. it all started with that supposedly holiday on monday. the school ordered that monday classes be moved on tuesday. mondays always get the holidays so it's time for tuesday to get the break. i am choking with happiness. i can sleep and re-energize for another strenuous week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for school break. my blockmates and i are planning what to do after the finals. 3 more weeks... i'm trying not to think it's actually that long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110156986991402285?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110113612695412446</id><published>2004-11-22T22:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-22T23:32:51.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on hiatus</title><content type='html'>i will be leaving the blog world. (i-announce daw ba? haha) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BUT&lt;/span&gt; indefinitely. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i will be back&lt;/span&gt;. i won't be able to update that much. school is being a total pain. i need to prepare for my finals. i'll still be checking my friends' journals. so kayo mag-update hehe. so there. see you all soon. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110113612695412446?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110113612695412446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-hiatus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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week. i just finished the last two lab reports and it took me the whole night for each. i hate doing lab reports. i do. you have to be very precise and detailed. you have to get the right computations, graphs and more sort of things. on wednesday we'll be having our finals for my lab class. the prof agreed of not having the practicals anymore but the written exam instead. after that, no more 4 hours of lab class! big relief! that darn one unit subject is taking most of my time on weekends. more quizzes lined up this week. i think one or two more quizzes to go for each subject and we're done. i'm too excited for term break that i've been thinking ahead. hehe. thanks to monday, i have no class but more assignments to work on. yeah, yeah. you've heard enough of my whining. this isn't the end of it. you'll be reading more for the following weeks or so. i so want a vacation &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, i've been itching to get a PDA. i'm not that super busy though to get my schedules on the right track. it's easier to take notes using it. it's like carrying a PC with you. duh. it's a wishful thinking to get one. hay. i even go mental over that new single from southborder - "wherever you are" hearing it makes me want to bawl for some weird reasons. i am so quixotic these days. i think i need more sleep. yes, sleep it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110105818270378146?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110105818270378146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-work-and-no-play.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110105818270378146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110105818270378146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/all-work-and-no-play.html' title='all work and no play'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110076409231282619</id><published>2004-11-18T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T15:51:31.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>JOY</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/gjhgjhgj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/gjhgjhgj.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she turns 12 today. at a very young age, she already has suitors from school. gawd. kids these days. tsk tsk. people mistook her of being japanese. we call her "bujoy/abujoy/tabachoy/bujing-jing" at home. she's one smart girl and typically quiet but fun. she got collections of stuff toys in her room and each one has a name. she's my partner when it comes to teasing janyn. she adores spongebob squarepants and patrick, the starfish like i do. we used to lock ourselves in the room and do silly dance moves. when we get bored, i put make-up on her. she's a playstation addict. she beats me and janyn when it comes to the amount of savings from allowances. she's the baby of the family and will always be. that is joy, my little sister. if only she's within my reach i'll give her one of my teddy bear hugs and carry her on my back or even push her around the house while she sits on a rolling chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss the whole family and the usual things i do back then. i feel stuck in the past. there were times i was thinking of what i've been doing at a particular time if i was still there. thank God for old and new friends and *cough*school*cough* for eating most of my time. change is inevitable and we all have to grow. it may have been suppressing to realize the fact but atleast the memory will always be there. i guess this is one of my flaring mood swings again hehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy birthday bujoy! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110076409231282619?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110076409231282619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/joy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110076409231282619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110076409231282619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/joy.html' title='JOY'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110060159994317314</id><published>2004-11-16T18:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:42:52.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>creepy old fart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;a middle-aged guy followed me while i was walking out of the mall. i thought he was going the same way as i do but he was smiling at me. what i did was walk to a different route with the crowd instead and pretend not to notice. he approached me and wanted to ask for money because according to him, he paid his last cash from the previous bus ride. i got really annoyed and told him to ask somebody else. you can't trust strangers these days, you know. at first i was thinking what if he suddenly grabs me or worse finds out where i live. i turned around and he was gone so i quickly went to catch a ride home. i don't want to look panicky at that instant. i have to be strong and wish i knew martial arts. that reminds me, i have this old pin button that says...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/karate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/karate.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;that might work wonders! i wanted the text printed on a shirt as well. haha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110060159994317314?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110060159994317314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>croaking like a frog</title><content type='html'>my throat is swollen. it hurts so bad that i can't swallow a thing. i have to stop by the drugstore after school and get some medicine before this thing gets worse. i know it will lead to non stop coughing. i don't want to end up barking and sniffing for the next couple of days. i hate the constant change of weather. besides, i have too much work lined up this week... quizzes, projects, homeworks, etc. i must not get sick again. when i feel nauseous, all i do is stay in bed and sleep the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110053218128193872?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110053218128193872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110037058948885054</id><published>2004-11-14T02:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-14T02:43:41.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>flower power</title><content type='html'>i found this neat template. this is a tribute to &lt;em&gt;sarah jessica parker&lt;/em&gt; aka &lt;em&gt;carrie bradshaw&lt;/em&gt; of &lt;strong&gt;sex and the city&lt;/strong&gt; haha (i'm kidding). those gigantic flowers she hangs around her neck, hair, wrist or completely anywhere... i find it cute. i don't know. i kinda like her style. i developed the love for assorted flowers. if you know, i live in the core spot of flower shops. i see and smell flowers everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched &lt;strong&gt;taxi&lt;/strong&gt; a while ago with some of the guys from high school and joan. some scenes were hilarious. we planned on seeing &lt;strong&gt;the incredibles&lt;/strong&gt; but missed the start. after the movie, we grabbed something to eat and then they dropped me off my place. it felt good to unwind. i have the place by myself for this weekend. it's so quiet without my cousin and aunt around. i have to switch the tv on full blast for more noise. soundtripping is good. i can sing on top of my lungs without anyone thinking i've gone mad. i was about to look for guitar chords but i forgot i just did my nails last night haha fingernails vanity! i must find a way to survive boredom! i still can't sleep at this time =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110037058948885054?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110037058948885054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/flower-power.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110037058948885054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110037058948885054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/flower-power.html' title='flower power'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-110019550626938801</id><published>2004-11-11T23:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T01:51:46.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>busy as a bee</title><content type='html'>school is keeping me busy as it always did during this time of the month. finals week is a month away. you could imagine the pressure and stress chasing after me. i still got a lot of unfinished works. i must not procrastinate but there's no doubt i'll end up that way. ofcourse there would be a lot of whining involved so if that time comes, forgive any psychotic entry i may put up. you've been warned ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i caught a splitting headache this morning from that freaking exam in modphy. i don't remember memorizing a lot of formulas back in high school. ack. my brain has been fed with more numbers. i had a total block out once. it was the previous quiz in modphy. i forgot everything i studied. it's like a memory loss. i had 3 long exams that day and i was late for that quiz. so i come speeding down the halls and running out of breath. i was in a hurry not to miss the round call. that prof was &lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt; late. when i got to the class, the exam started and i haven't even taken a peek at my notes. then the formulas i reviewed have been wiped out. it was a nightmare. i still got a score though hehe. it was my first block out experience. that i would never forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-110019550626938801?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/110019550626938801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-as-bee.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110019550626938801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/110019550626938801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/busy-as-bee.html' title='busy as a bee'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109993404295903171</id><published>2004-11-09T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T01:14:02.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the night creature</title><content type='html'>classes starts at 9am later and i am wide awake, which means 5 hours left to doze off. i can live with that. there are times i only get 2 hours of sleep especially before and during finals week. i survived that though i may look too haggard. if i'm with my mom right now, i won't be able to sleep this late &lt;em&gt;hehe&lt;/em&gt;. i remember the house rule of sleeping at 9pm. i wasn't following it though by the time i reached high school. it was then extended during college, which was my own rule. i am now sleeping at 1am from the usual 9pm on school days. it's a long jump. i do not advice anyone to develop this sleeping habit but there are times you can't avoid it until you get used to it... like i did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;darn. why do weekends seem so fast?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109993404295903171?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109993404295903171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/night-creature.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109993404295903171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109993404295903171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/night-creature.html' title='the night creature'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109974407879791908</id><published>2004-11-06T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T20:42:52.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the joy of fake dvds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/100_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 3px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 3px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 3px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/100_0050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurrah for weekends! the time where i get to sleep 10 hours straight. in short, be good-for-nothing. i borrowed 12 dvds from sherwin (highschool friend) to keep me occupied. the only problem was i lack the most important resource - dvd player. the dvds won't run on my computer since they were all pirated &lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt;. the good news, i was able to get a dvd player from winston (highschool friend). THANK YOU for these generous people. i got the copy of josh hartnett's &lt;strong&gt;wicker park&lt;/strong&gt;! it's no secret i'm so in love with the guy. although they warned me about that movie. hmmmm. i'll start my dvd marathon tomorrow and break a record for the number of movies watched in a day. nothing beats movies in a lazy weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109974407879791908?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109974407879791908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/joy-of-fake-dvds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109974407879791908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109974407879791908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/joy-of-fake-dvds.html' title='the joy of fake dvds'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109948330931617266</id><published>2004-11-03T19:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T20:01:49.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is sad</title><content type='html'>early morning i got a message from dad. sheikh zayed bin sultan al-nahyan, the ruler of u.a.e died. the whole country is mourning. i got shocked and grief-stricken by this news. probably the reason was i stayed in abu dhabi long enough to know his background and all the great things he did for the country. i'll be grieving and praying alongside the people of u.a.e even though i'm not there anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109948330931617266?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109948330931617266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-sad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109948330931617266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109948330931617266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-sad.html' title='this is sad'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109938698309701788</id><published>2004-11-02T17:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T17:25:52.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>who is louder, woman or man?</title><content type='html'>obviously, a person sticks to which form he/she originally was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the school where i'm attending, guys always dominated the class. in proportionality constant, 15 is to 1. we are only three girls in class. the professor calls us "&lt;em&gt;the tres marias&lt;/em&gt;." this sucks in my part. you get to listen to the guy's pathetic green jokes usually started by the professor himself. if guys used to say they can't understand the female language... well, neither do we comprehend the men's language. the only advantage we girls get is that the professor turned to us for comments. girls are the speechmakers, which gave others the impression that we are loquacious. i think not. try being in our class. our professor was absent today and we're supposed to have an exam. 30 minutes have passed and still, no professor. the guys started screaming "yahooo! alis na tayo!" but remained fixed on their seats, some kept running around the room, and others jumping at each other. all to express glee of an exam-free day. i felt like i was touring a zoo watching wild animals doing their thing. &lt;em&gt;the tres marias&lt;/em&gt; (us girls at the back) shook our heads and laughed at their reaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the other hand, if the whole situation got reversed... a guy would probably think girls are silly. put a guy in the middle of girl's conversations and you'll know why. he'll be fed up otherwise. this happened before when one of our guy friend was outnumbered by us girls. he started bursting into laughter and called us a bunch of weirdos. you see this is the wrong part. girls don't actually talk about &lt;strong&gt;cute guys&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;gossips&lt;/strong&gt; 24/7. guys used to think that 'cause it happens that everytime they overheard girls talking, those are always the topic. we also discuss other things - clothes, school, music, movies and a lot more. i'm sure guys do the same. they not only talk about &lt;strong&gt;cars&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;SEX&lt;/strong&gt;y women but more different things ( i guess hehe ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;women are blaring in their own ways and so do the male. there's no doubt both forms are loud-mouthed. but place them altogether, they ended up asking advices on relationships. that's what happened today after the wild-like scenario in class. love became the main subject. and the topic? should you get intimately involved with your bestfriend? &lt;em&gt;this entry would turn into a novel if i elaborate on that one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pffft. don't ask me, i've been single for years. *&lt;em&gt;huwaat?! gasp!&lt;/em&gt;* i get that response a lot. it's not like i'm gonna die by that. i am currently relishing time with friends whom by the way are getting involved in relationships as well. hey, where did the &lt;strong&gt;let's all be single until we graduate&lt;/strong&gt; notion went off to? hmmm... &lt;strong&gt;soulmate, where art thou?&lt;/strong&gt; haha. i'm such a sucker for that new soap regine velasquez was starring. i'm not much of a drama series fan but i can't miss that one. only when gun shootings and killings are involved, i'll get over it. it's not being realistic anymore. the story is about finding your soulmate. *hides to the mountains* i'm so corny!! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109938698309701788?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109938698309701788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/who-is-louder-woman-or-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109938698309701788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109938698309701788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/who-is-louder-woman-or-man.html' title='who is louder, woman or man?'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109924019619495371</id><published>2004-11-01T01:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T00:32:56.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy halloween</title><content type='html'>for a desperate attempt to finish school works in one day, i did them all randomly. i had a take-home quiz in modern physics infront of me, advanced math on my left, and circuits on my right. so whenever i get pissed from one subject or simply getting septic with it, i can shift to the other. i guess it worked 'cause i'm done. only not the room. it's like a tornado has passed here. books everywhere and papers around. &lt;strong&gt;crazy atmosphere&lt;/strong&gt;. that's what happens when i do school stuff. i'm stuck being a disorganized freak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;---&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy halloween to everyone&lt;/strong&gt;. i would never forget what happened to me when i was very young during halloween. the day i thought i would die or even lose my hands. it's a long story and i don't want to go into details. i'm just glad i'm still here. i felt like i was given a second life or something. cheesy huh? but it's true. after the incident, i felt like a total different person. i became more silent, serious and scared. that explains why i'd rather exclude myself from people. i have undergone extreme metamorphosis especially when i moved to abu dhabi, uae. i learnt to associate with the crowd and discover the things i &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;want&lt;/strong&gt; to do. i met awesome friends along whom i can say changed me in some ways too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still standing. my hands are perfectly fine. nobody seemed to noticed my right mid finger was quite deformed from the accident &lt;em&gt;hehehe&lt;/em&gt; now you know. over all, &lt;strong&gt;i am so blessed for a second chance&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109924019619495371?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109924019619495371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109924019619495371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109924019619495371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/11/happy-halloween.html' title='happy halloween'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109914433300343731</id><published>2004-10-30T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T02:00:43.726+08:00</updated><title type='text'>movie + foodtrip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/640/beh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/beh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slight changes with the plan. still, this day was kicking. friends and i went malling. we got to watch &lt;strong&gt;white chicks&lt;/strong&gt;. first film i've seen after that long movie self-restraint. the last one was &lt;strong&gt;saved&lt;/strong&gt; that of mandy moore which pretty much sucked. &lt;strong&gt;white chicks&lt;/strong&gt; was hilarious and i even messed up my shirt from the butter polvoron-like i was eating from laughing so hard. after the movie, we bought two boxes of pizza from pizza hut. they're on sale for 99Php for a box of 6 slices! whoah. pizzas go on sale too! we all crashed my place then headed off to baywalk for another of our sky gazing and food tripping. we missed the sunset though 'cause the traffic was packed at my place. i've never seen so many flowers in my entire life. anyways, we kept singing &lt;em&gt;a thousand miles&lt;/em&gt; imitating the movie during the car ride hehehe. although i had peanut butter smudges on my white shirt, this was a fun-filled saturday. the next hangout would probably take a while with school and all. we were only four but numbers don't actually matter as long as we're having fun. hopefully the whole section could make it the next time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109914433300343731?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109914433300343731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/movie-foodtrip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109914433300343731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109914433300343731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/movie-foodtrip.html' title='movie + foodtrip'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109907063505124163</id><published>2004-10-29T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-30T01:27:18.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the real deal</title><content type='html'>watch out for alicia keys' &lt;strong&gt;karma&lt;/strong&gt;. the song is way more than cool. the video is hot. i've seen it online. hmm... cool and hot altogether. what can you say more about her? she's a prodigy. i love her. put that song on your playlist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109907063505124163?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109907063505124163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/real-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109907063505124163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109907063505124163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/real-deal.html' title='the real deal'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109905238699543906</id><published>2004-10-29T20:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:25:12.260+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hmmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/640/101_0131.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-TOP: #ffffff 2px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #ffffff 2px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #ffffff 2px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/101_0131.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm done with the assignments *bow* my nails match the ink pen haha. even my professors noticed them. it's too distracting for others, i guess. i don't know but i love applying colors on my nails. colors depend on my mood, that is. i'm feeling the metallic colors as of now. they're all so striking! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109905238699543906?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109905238699543906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109905238699543906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109905238699543906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/hmmm.html' title='hmmm'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109898188387107331</id><published>2004-10-28T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T01:12:04.086+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tagalog ito...feel ko lang</title><content type='html'>whoopiee!! walang pasok sa friday, saturday, sunday at monday!! ang saya ko talaga!! pero punta pa rin ako school sa saturday. pahamak yung take-home quiz sa modphy. kelangan pa tingnan sa bulletin board yung mga tanong. birthday pa ni friendship allen... lakwatsa to death ulit. minsan lang ito mangyari kaya sagaran na!! magisa lang ako sa bahay. kaloka. takot ako. halloween kasi hehehe nawalan pa ng kuryente kanina. 5 minutes lang naman kasi lakas ng ulan dito. syempre paranoid, di talaga ako gumalaw at kumurap. kainis pa mga palabas sa tv. puro tungkol sa mga multo. naku, sa sunday at monday puro takdang-aralin (whooo...lalim!) gagawin ko. basta pahinga muna ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bagong layout. wala lang. soft colors naman para maiba at syempre may shades ng green. love ko color green ngayon. hmm, bakit kaya? hehehe advance birthday gift sa blog ko. one year old na siya sa november!! tagal na rin pala itong blog ko. ang hirap bitiwan. sana tumagal pa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy ko muna na walang ginagawa!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109898188387107331?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109898188387107331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/tagalog-itofeel-ko-lang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109898188387107331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109898188387107331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/tagalog-itofeel-ko-lang.html' title='tagalog ito...feel ko lang'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109896648132336872</id><published>2004-10-28T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T20:30:23.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>morning photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/daylight.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="BORDER-RIGHT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-TOP: #000000 1px solid; MARGIN: 2px; BORDER-LEFT: #000000 1px solid; BORDER-BOTTOM: #000000 1px solid" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/35/900/320/daylight.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's a thursday morning. i'm not much of a morning person but i'm loving it so far. i like feeling the warmth of sunrays on my face, forming of different hues across the sky, cool breeze of the air, and neighbors rushing off to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109896648132336872?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109896648132336872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/morning-photo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109896648132336872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109896648132336872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/morning-photo.html' title='morning photo'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109887894162719066</id><published>2004-10-27T20:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T20:11:46.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>more angst</title><content type='html'>angsty college student blogs again. i lack the motivation to write. school kept me busy all around or was it just me? this night i can totally relax. fingers are crossed for any chance that school would be cancelled on saturday. i got two major quizzes that day as always. if not, i'll be having 4 days off from school! fingers and toes are crossed altogether for a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was the first i got hooked on modern physics subject. it's monotonous to be stuck in there for one and a half hours. but we had antimatter discussion. after reading &lt;strong&gt;angels and demons&lt;/strong&gt; (by dan brown) months ago, i was fascinated by it. &lt;em&gt;antimatter is the most powerful energy source known to man... a droplet could power New York for a full day&lt;/em&gt; - this according to the book. i didn't even know there exists such a thing. oh well, you learn something new every day. i used to say a subject bores me but it turned out i can gain more from it. hmmm, i guess it'll be back to apathy tomorrow. next topic - wave particles. ugh. i demand more of antimatter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109887894162719066?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109887894162719066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-angst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109887894162719066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109887894162719066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/more-angst.html' title='more angst'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109863649624381044</id><published>2004-10-25T01:37:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T01:32:36.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;i took these pictures in makati city known as the commercial and center of business and trading in the country. click 'em for larger view.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/deviation/11690466"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/thepassage.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/deviation/11690952"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/makatiII.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/deviation/11690789"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/makatiI.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://deviantart.com/deviation/11690657"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/timestandsstill.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109863649624381044?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109863649624381044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/photo-entry_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109863649624381044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109863649624381044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/photo-entry_25.html' title='photo entry'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109818341875897709</id><published>2004-10-19T18:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-19T18:56:58.760+08:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy and unwell</title><content type='html'>i am currently indisposed. i've been sick since weekend so usually i'm stuck on the bed sleeping like there's no tomorrow. it sucks. i can't skip classes 'cause i'll be missing a lot. i felt like a total retarded today setting off to school. i was just staring blankly infront waiting for the dismissal. it was the longest time ever. i tried to put myself up but i can't think straight. i can hardly hear what the professor was saying. it's like watching a tv in mute mode. this is one whirlwind episode of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but i better head back to work. i still got a lab report to do, which was the main reason i went online. gawd. i've been doing lab reports for hours. it's draining out the remaining energy i have. on the lighter note, i am one happy person apart from being ill. i received boxes of granola bars and chocolates from my parents. my sister janyn even got me the rainbow wrist band i wanted for ages. it's as if someone just handed me candies. i feel like a little girl! family is the best and i miss them terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll be kicking ass and pretend not to be queasy the next day. toodles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109818341875897709?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109818341875897709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/crazy-and-unwell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109818341875897709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109818341875897709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/crazy-and-unwell.html' title='crazy and unwell'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109794285701547374</id><published>2004-10-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-17T00:07:37.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>not my day</title><content type='html'>i am still not over the harassment from the last quiz. damn it. some professors can be so inconsiderate. (pardon this entry, i am really pissed off!) the questions were not taught to us. seatmates snoozed over the test. i couldn't ask anyone so i had to follow my guts and gather up more luck. all were linked to the other meaning the answers will be used as the next question. one itsy-bitsy mistake could lead to a zero.  ugh! annoying. all the studying has been flushed. &lt;strong&gt;ZILCH!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am beat. my voice is croaking like that of a frog. i need to catch some ZZzz's. maybe tomorrow i'll be in a bright mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109794285701547374?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109794285701547374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-my-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109794285701547374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109794285701547374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/not-my-day.html' title='not my day'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109783797759498325</id><published>2004-10-15T18:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T18:59:37.593+08:00</updated><title type='text'>d-u-h</title><content type='html'>my brain has been fed with formulas. i spent this day bonding with a scientific calculator. i lost the friggin' manual so i had to go online to search for one. ack. no need to divulge how pathetic this day was. to celebrate my miserably inadequate state, i'm going to have pancakes for dinner. when my appetite says pancakes...then pancakes it is. my mind is on the rebound. i'll head back sustaining my brain cells more after pancakes. freaking long quizzes the next day. gah, school. what more can you expect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109783797759498325?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109783797759498325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/d-u-h.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109783797759498325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109783797759498325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/d-u-h.html' title='d-u-h'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109774320386192323</id><published>2004-10-14T16:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T00:32:33.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>family and birthdays</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(based on seventeen, october issue)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read this article by &lt;em&gt;lea wynetta dizon&lt;/em&gt; quite amusing. it tells of how ordinal positions in the family affects a person's disposition. i made a summary of it since i have nothing to do. also, it's my sister's bday today and made a short entry about her to find out if this list fits. read on and know more of you too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the first born&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in this case, that would be me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;parents expect too much from you and it can be pressuring &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"you're older - you should know better!" &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you have to be responsible for your siblings and be a good example &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;parents have higher standards and harsher restrictions with you &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;the perks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;power and privilege &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;learn and get everything first &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;trained to be a leader early on &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a great feeling of being needed by your siblings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the score&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;adoration makes you confident and self-assured &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a natural leader: reliable, organized, and goal-oriented &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;a perfectionist &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;conservative and conventional &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you like playing it safe to avoid risks and fear of making mistakes &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;the youngest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;my sister Joy who is 11 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;no one takes you seriously &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're the one with the least experience &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;always too young to do anything &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;everyone seems to be bossing you around&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;the perks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;who wouldn't want to be the baby!? &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;put on that puppy dog face and you get things in an instant &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;usually gets away with anything &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;loads of attention &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;benefit from ate's experiences&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;the score&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;tend to question authority &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;possess incredible ambition &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;has a keen sense of humor &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you're a risk-taker and outgoing &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;drawn to visual or literary arts &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;uncomplicated, charming, affectionate and possess extraordinary skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;the middle child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Janyn who turns 14 today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the pits&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;people may forget you exist; you're neither here or there &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you feel squeezed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;feels like the family's fifth wheel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;the perks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;best part of a jelly-filled doughnut is in the middle &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;look at the middle as being just right &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;you don't get picked on &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;tend to develop sense of creativity&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;em&gt;the score&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;rebellious and marching to a different beat &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;very independent, secretive and competitive &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;people-pleaser &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;caution is your good motto&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;...other exceptions&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;the only child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;manifest qualities of oldest, youngest and middle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;confident, tenacious, organized, creative and scholarly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;exude older and more mature aura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;easy to adjust to different types of people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;it might turn you into a spoiled brat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the only boy or girl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;treated with extra-special attention&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;a privileged position but you feel too overprotected and sheltered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;slowly gain independence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the twin&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;always a blessing to share unique and special bond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;danger of losing your own identity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;being compared to one another all the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109774242055385379</id><published>2004-10-14T16:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T16:42:16.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>janyn, happy birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY, JANYN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/bday2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was cleaning up my files and found the "then" photo hehehe. she loves to be in pictures. she would do different poses and sports her biggest smile. from what it looks like on the first photo, she would become more "kikay" than me but she turned out to be the rocker type. makeups and daring clothes are a big NO-NO for her. dark colored shirt, baggy pants and a pair of chucks were her whole package. who knows, she might change her tastes as she matures. you see, we don't share similar qualities at all. i think the only thing we got in common is our taste for music. we both worshipped avril lavigne (we're huge fans!) and are lovers of alternative rock. i tell her new songs i hear and vice-versa. even if our interests don't match, we get along just fine. although there were times we get into small petty fights. i teased her more but she never seemed to care. the girl is tough, laid-back and loud. she's the clown of the family too. not to mention, *cough*taller than me*cough* which she used to aggravate me back. she has the hands of an artist. mostly she drew girls in various outfits. she wasn't very proud of her drawings so usually her drawing pad was hidden under the bed or inside the drawers. mom would always find them in the end or my younger sister Joy would pry around. they're all good pieces of art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she turns 14 today by the way. it won't be long until she gets into college and might come and live with me here if ever. we had this crazy idea of whoever learns to skateboard...well, gets to be the first one to do it. she learned the guitar first so i have to be able to skate before she does. i don't count on it though. i don't have the time and it's not high school anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just realized something...i'm getting older. i'd rather say maturing. i'll be 20 next year! that's a big number for me. gawd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109774242055385379?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109774242055385379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/janyn-happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109774242055385379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109774242055385379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/janyn-happy-birthday.html' title='janyn, happy birthday!'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109758296280465822</id><published>2004-10-12T19:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T20:11:18.723+08:00</updated><title type='text'>same old...same old</title><content type='html'>i have no idea what to say. i guess i'll do the random thing again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's sad that we just started classes and some schools on semestral will be having their sembreak. not that it's new to me. we actually don't have a sembreak. it's a term break, i think. but what's the use of a one week term break. it's not even enough to recover from insanity. my professor mentioned this a while ago. he was an alumni of the school and said rules were way much different when they were still in semestral. he started cracking up jokes like the president of the school would cancel classes when he started sneezing. i don't know. i just want a long time break. that is why i really can't wait for christmas break. it will be two weeks baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's happening again! i'm back to ranting about school! ...i got two long quizzes on saturday. each subject i have to memorize different formulas and equations. on my advanced math, there were about 50 formulas (sounds exaggerated but true). i got goosebumps when i saw the paper with the lists of formulas. man...i'm so high. i'll do advance studying on this. maybe that's why they call it "advanced math" cause you always have to study in advance. ha-ha-ha so i'm corny. shoot me. then for modern physics (w/c i thought i won't be having anymore subject that has something to do with physics...sucks), we went back to einstein and galileo's age. pffft. why am i even concern of measuring the speed of light?! and the speed of particles this and that?! but i have to give credits to those guys. they were total geniuses. i don't like my professor (i just noticed i keep on saying that). he's so serious and i might doze off in class. so what i do is whenever he say something, i nod to let him know i'm interested with the lessons. for attentive points, i should be getting 100 but there ain't any. how pathetic of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cool. like i said, i have no idea what to say. i smell food. dinner, here i come!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109758296280465822?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109758296280465822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/same-oldsame-old.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109758296280465822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109758296280465822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/same-oldsame-old.html' title='same old...same old'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109748284706679603</id><published>2004-10-11T16:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T16:32:48.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>goodbye, my favorite superman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2004/SHOWBIZ/Movies/10/11/obit.reeve.ap/index.html"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Christopher Reeve died.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sadden about this. It was not so long ago I saw him appear in Smallville. I think that was one of the best episodes I've seen so far. He once played a character who is strong, fast and has the ability to fly. He was invincible. And the unexpected happened. He became a prisoner of his own life. He has limited actions due to his paralysis when he fell from a horse. I still remember the time Oprah interviewed Christopher and his wife. From then, I realized how much trouble his wife has to undertake to provide care for her husband. She said she loves him so much and never actually felt the burden. But Christopher Reeve proved that there is so much things you can do even though his freedom has been robbed off. I even read that he cries by the time he wakes up to release the pain. After that, he reminded himself to move forward and go on. The real superman still remained.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/sup_fly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109748284706679603?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109748284706679603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/goodbye-my-favorite-superman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109748284706679603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109748284706679603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/goodbye-my-favorite-superman.html' title='goodbye, my favorite superman'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109741958666087876</id><published>2004-10-10T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T23:35:40.536+08:00</updated><title type='text'>one cheesy moment</title><content type='html'>i was watching rated k ( of korina sanchez) a few hours ago. they showed scenes of children suffering from various disabilities and how the show managed to earn millions of pesos for the recovery of these children. my heart dropped and i couldn't help but get teary-eyed. i don't share this to anyone before but i get really emotional everytime i see unfortunate people around. everyday i passed by beggars in streets. i give them extra money in my pocket especially the street children. it's sad that these children never had the chance to enjoy of what it feels like to be a child. there was even a woman lying along the sidewalk with her stomach blurted out. the only protection she got was a piece of plastic to cover up her insides. i don't get to see her now. i don't even know if she made it but ofcourse i don't want anything bad to happen. she was in a critical condition of having worse infections she could possibly get. the first time i saw her, i wanted to take and treat her. yah, i wanted to be a doctor. i know most people in their childhood years dream of being one. it's not really about the amount of salary i could get but for the sake of helping and trying to save lives. i thought of putting up a clinic where i could entertain those who can't afford to go to the hospital. it would really be a big help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't know if i wasn't meant to do that. there was a point in my life that i tried searching for what i really wanted...what i was supposed to do. i met this guy who was my partner for a project last term. i asked his batch year and was suprised of what he told me. he was supposed to graduate this year, changed course and came back to zero. out of curiosity i asked why he would do that and even gave an opinion of how much time he wasted. i mean after 4 long years! then he spoke a simple answer..."&lt;strong&gt;this is what i always wanted to do&lt;/strong&gt;." i began to think of myself whether this is also what i yearn for. it is so weird doubting yourself. if given time and chance, my heart is always set on being a doctor. (although it is not connected with the course i'm taking now)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a time and ask yourself. &lt;strong&gt;what do you really want to do with your life?&lt;/strong&gt; some may think that this is one selfish thing to do 'cause you just consider yourself and not of others' stake. i say no. there is nothing wrong of doing what makes you happy only if you're not to hurt others physically. well, going back to myself. i guess i'm still finding the light but i'll do my best in all things more of those i am currently in to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109741958666087876?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109741958666087876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-cheesy-moment.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109741958666087876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109741958666087876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/one-cheesy-moment.html' title='one cheesy moment'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109734484314642144</id><published>2004-10-09T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T02:40:18.156+08:00</updated><title type='text'>haaa-chooo!!</title><content type='html'>i woke up with a sudden explosion of sneeze. i knew by then that it's going to be a long hard day. call me crazy but i was wearing a sweater the entire time at school. the temperature must be burning high and i felt the opposite. it must be the earthquake last night that somehow shook my brain from the inside. in addition to that, i've been sneezing non-stop. my eyes were droopy and watery. i had a rudolph nose all day. i can't even think straight during classes. i hate colds. i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went with diane to the mall after class. i was supposed to come with her for her job interview but due to my constant sneezing and runny nose, i headed home. it must be nice earning your own money. sometimes i want to try working for a part-time job but i think now isn't such a good time. i mean i did earned a lot of cash for the first time from the malaysian dance troupe thing. nothing beats of doing what you enjoy, meet different people, travel around places and get paid for it. i just realized how much i miss that. the tuna sandwich during rehearsals that i had to grab first hand or else i would end up eating egg sandwich, stuck on my head forever. ah, memories started coming in. that experience taught me what it's like to earn money. it felt great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i got home, i treated myself with some cold pineapple juice (got to keep the vitamin c pouring!) and medicine. i still felt groggy. i was about to doze off then i got a text from allen..."yung asawa natin nasa tv!" darn, i sure won't miss his tv appearances. there will be reruns tomorrow of the finals' games! hmm...so this is how it feels like to be a fanatic. i blame you, basketball. damn you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am craving for &lt;strong&gt;LAYS&lt;/strong&gt; potato chips!! &lt;em&gt;si manong kasi walang lays sa tindahan!!&lt;/em&gt; i have to buy it in a mall's grocery store &lt;em&gt;pa&lt;/em&gt;!! i noticed i have no food left here. people i'm with are on a diet and i erm...eat excessively. i feel like i'm always the one concern of not having supply of snacks at home. i guess i have to run and buy myself snacks to munch while watching reruns on tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, crappy layout coming through. i was the girl on the side...me and my overly facade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and still, i'm sneezing...i really need to sleep this over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109734484314642144?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109734484314642144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/haaa-chooo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109734484314642144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109734484314642144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/haaa-chooo.html' title='haaa-chooo!!'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109683418124603616</id><published>2004-10-08T16:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T16:22:28.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset series 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;another set of photos... those people were genuine enough to not get mad at me for involving them in the picture. if you have time, take a stroll along baywalk. you'll love it as much as i did.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click for larger view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/bldg.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/bldg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/roxas.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/ro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/sun_down.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/sundown.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/sunset.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/sky.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/sky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11223596/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/lovebirds2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/watching_the_sun.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/watchingthesun.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/tree.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/tree.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/sunset2.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/sunset2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109683418124603616?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109683418124603616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunset-series-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109683418124603616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109683418124603616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunset-series-2.html' title='sunset series 2'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109716490886358879</id><published>2004-10-07T22:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-08T00:11:10.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another random thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;prof:&lt;/strong&gt; miss denim(w/c was printed on my shirt), what's your favorite color?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; uh, me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prof:&lt;/strong&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;prof:&lt;/strong&gt; okay class, use blue as a font color for the lab reports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;seatmate:&lt;/strong&gt; buti nalang hindi pink sinabi mo (it's a good thing you didn't say pink).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should have said lavender! i live for lavender! i turned to blue for a safe answer but i like that color as well. this idiosyncrasy has got to go. why do i always end up with those kind of prof?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i always get killer headaches by the end of the day. as much as it scares me, i do feel exhausted even if i didn't do anything strenuous. i ended up sleeping from afternoon until night. i was said to be anemic before. i was taking iron pills and vitamins but i stopped. i guess it's coming back again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm on to this song that i was writing for weeks. i can't even finish it. it's called "invisible", which is about liking someone who doesn't even know you that made you feel so invisible around him. i can't get the right words out. maybe i need to see the person once again. or i think it's because my friend told me he was already in a stable relationship. it's sad but i'm ought to end what i started.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;first week of school is about to end. i was a bit intoxicated by then. i got all majoring subjects. it's a killer. i think i got one terrorist(term used for terror prof at school) according to my friends. hmm, not that it's new to me. i always end up with terrorists.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i'm sound tripping now. not much to do at home. one song that can make me emotional is "only you" by yellowcard. it's a good rock ballad. "my boo" by usher and alicia keys is the best. i heart both artists! if there's one song that can make me get off my feet is "lean back" by terror squad and fat joe. i swear i do the lean back thing whenever i listen to it. try the remix version with mase, lil' jon and eminem on it. it's awesome! and kanye west!! my next best thing to eminem!! gawd...i love his music so much!! those are the songs worthy of a download!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;sorry, i got carried away. so much for being a music critic...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109716490886358879?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109716490886358879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-random-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109716490886358879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109716490886358879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/another-random-thing.html' title='another random thing'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109697370528090395</id><published>2004-10-05T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T18:55:05.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hear christmas bells</title><content type='html'>As early as 5AM, this blaring electric guitar from 3rd floor woke me up from a deep sleep. I was annoyed and I couldn't sleep by then. It would be cool if the person plays well but it seemed like a sound of a screeching tire. First day of school wasn't bad. Not that great but yeah, it will do. The professors kept yakking about their own policies and grading system. Gah, I was too bored to listen anyway. Diane and I got the same time schedule so I was with her during vacant. We couldn't think of anything to do so both of us went to all the girl's bathroom at school and compared which is the nicest to pass time. We're weird that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got off around 1PM and decided to visit the mall to window shop. I was welcomed by random Christmas carols as soon as I entered the place. I can't believe Christmas is coming! I get all excited about this 'cause I'll be going back to Abu Dhabi again. I can't wait. I bought another bag from Egg. I can't help it if the bag is too cute to just ignore.  So yeah, I shopped again even if I tried not to. From now on, I will &lt;em&gt;try&lt;/em&gt; to save my allowance. When Christmas is nearing, items go on sale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109697370528090395?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109697370528090395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hear-christmas-bells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109697370528090395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109697370528090395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-hear-christmas-bells.html' title='i hear christmas bells'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109682099413344060</id><published>2004-10-04T01:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T00:43:26.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i smell school again...it stinks</title><content type='html'>Booo!! School officially starts today but good thing I don't have any class. It will be my last of staying up late for nothing. I sure am going to miss that. So right about now, I'm spending the rest of the night surfing the internet. My class schedule was lose. I like it. Only I won't get to see my friends too often. We can't eat lunch together, go out after classes or even hangout around school. Our schedules don't match and we're all in different courses. That sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the disappointing term, I am not looking forward to school. I don't know. Maybe I spoke too soon. Hopefully, everything will run smoothly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109682099413344060?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109682099413344060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-smell-school-againit-stinks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109682099413344060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109682099413344060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-smell-school-againit-stinks.html' title='i smell school again...it stinks'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109672027216825524</id><published>2004-10-02T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-03T00:20:13.810+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sunset series</title><content type='html'>Another of my photo trip and this time...sunsets and the sea. The colors turned out strong and vibrant, which I loved to pieces! I finally found the chance to do this. It's amazing how productive this week had brought me. Photos can paint a huge smile on my face =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;click for larger view&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11076929/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11077216/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/q.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11080033/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/r.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11079873/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/d.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11079677/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11081035/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/g.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11080178/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/jo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11080745/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/j.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109672027216825524?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109672027216825524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunset-series.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109672027216825524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109672027216825524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/10/sunset-series.html' title='sunset series'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109656312206813184</id><published>2004-09-30T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T01:41:32.736+08:00</updated><title type='text'>D-L-S-U...Animo La Salle!</title><content type='html'>DLSU bagged the championship. It's no doubt that FEU played defense real tight. I was able to watch the final game with Allen. I don't care whether I slept only for 2 hours, never laid hands on limited patron seats, went to the venue 7 hours earlier, waited in line for 3 hours for the release of tickets and ignored my hunger during that time. I was one happy person...for the love of the game. Or was it for Joseph Yeo? Both I think but more on the latter hahaha! I'm weird but he's my ultimate crush y'know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The place was packed! Allen and I managed to get better seats than the last time. I was cheering, screaming, dancing, jumping and waving the balloon thingy with the rest of La Salle. The whole game was intense. I think I never sat down during the entire period. It was awesome and a lot of school spirit going on. It was a very close match between the two teams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took 200 photos during the game...mainly focused on my crush *sigh*...please somebody slap me. I hid the camera on my make-up pouch 'cause it was prohibited hehehe! See, what's the use of security if these guards won't look more closely? And I'm one hard-headed person who doesn't follow rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/animo1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/animo2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/animo3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/animo4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(1) Waiting inside the dome&lt;br /&gt;(2) me, Allen...we share the same addiction and erm..crush :)&lt;br /&gt;(3) La Salle team before the game starts&lt;br /&gt;(4) DLSU and FEU in full force&lt;br /&gt;(5) Wheee!!...need I say more?&lt;br /&gt;(6) Close match...DLSU gained 2 more points from the last free throw&lt;br /&gt;(7) MVP - Mac Cardona&lt;br /&gt;(8) my MVP - Joseph Yeo hahaha! ...he's so close yet so far...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109656312206813184?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109656312206813184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/d-l-s-uanimo-la-salle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109656312206813184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109656312206813184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/d-l-s-uanimo-la-salle.html' title='D-L-S-U...Animo La Salle!'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109636448401261888</id><published>2004-09-28T17:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-28T17:50:21.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>alive and kicking</title><content type='html'>It's like I wasted half of my tears. I found out that I really didn't fail Eng'ng Mechanics. Francis(classmate) sent me the good news early morning saying the prof made a mistake. Well, I don't have to worry of getting 40% chance having my first probationary warning. That's the thing that bothers me a lot. phew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fixing my class schedule online and I still couldn't find any suitable time. I was beginning to like evening classes but I'm having second thoughts. I only have 10 lame units. There aren't any available sections for other subjects. This sucks. I took 100 units in two years and I need to finish 100 more...not that I'm counting. Please let there be open sections!! I won't stop refreshing the page until a single section pops out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Change topic. Thank you school, for a one week vacation...sarcasm aside. I am still on cloud 9. I was able to watch the game between La Salle and FEU live last Sunday. I was with Allen (best gay friend) the whole day. I don't care for the fact that we waited more than two hours for the ticket and found out there weren't any available seats on the nearer view. The best part was seeing Joseph Yeo in person. Allen and I were screaming at him at the top of our lungs. The people were so alive. The atmosphere was crazy I tell you. It was super fun. But La Salle lost. Honestly, I was hoping for them to lose 'cause that means I can watch the finals on Thursday again. I can be selfish hehehe! So we're going to buy tickets days ahead hoping we could get the front seats even though it's quite costly(just to get much closer to Joseph Yeo). FEU played a great game. They're a tough team to beat. I'm still on La Salle's side though. I only found out that La Salle is our sister school. I am so behind everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/school.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With school friends during and after the finals&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;click for larger view&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/the_musician.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/themusician_smol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;      &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10952538/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v170/ajanem/breakfree_smol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old photos of Janyn(my sister). She plays guitar way much better than me. Of all the pics I took of her, the second one is the best for me. It's striking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109636448401261888?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109636448401261888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/alive-and-kicking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109636448401261888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109636448401261888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/alive-and-kicking.html' title='alive and kicking'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109535145584316367</id><published>2004-09-16T23:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:33:21.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello world</title><content type='html'>Defense was finally over! But this doesn't mean the end of school anxiety. I have 2 prefinals tomorrow and I haven't even opened my notes yet. I had the longest 3 hours of my life. The defense turned out to be an adventure rather than agitation and tension. I love my prof to pieces. Thank you ma'am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to drag myself out of the house at 4pm for the defense at school. My groupmate was late for an hour. You should have seen me over the edge screaming in my thoughts how late my groupmate was. My heart dropped when I saw him carrying his CPU with the keyboard and mouse all sweaty and tired. He came back from Quezon City just to get those in case our program won't run again in the computer lab. So we were the last ones to be fried in the defense but the monitor to where we connected the CPU wasn't working. Our prof told us to follow her where she began looking for a monitor that is compatible with the CPU. We went around the school and then we stayed in one corner and started showing the prof our program. But guess what? The keyboard won't work. And when it did work, the mouse was cracking up. Then when everything seemed okay, we can't even open the windows. Thank you for a big hearted professor. She was patient enough to go through all the hassles and be with us for 3 hours. She was my prof in all of my computer programming classes so I knew her all along. I have seen her funny side today. She started making jokes of failing us and all. But still, she was there with us until 7pm. God is good. Our program run. I have never been in this scenario ever. This is what I have to go through to pass a subject. Hopefully she'll give us a good mark. We worked our ass off on this one including the misfortunes we had just to show her the program. Man, she's so nice. If we had another professor, for sure there won't be any chances for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast a huge part of burden was taken off of me. I've been worrying like crazy about this defense for months. The other things I need to consider are prefinals and finals. I guess I'll be sleeping instead 'cause my twisted brain won't function well without a rest. God, help me tomorrow. Give me strength to review and the right mind to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys from my high school were supposed to drop by my place to get this laptop but their car stopped in the middle of the road. I hope they won't cause any traffic jam hehehe. When I have my free time back, I'll be fixing my PC modem again. I can't bear to live without an internet and to think vacation is a week away. This is what it takes to be an internet junkie. It's like an addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need lotsa luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109535145584316367?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/' title='hello world'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109535145584316367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109535145584316367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109535145584316367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/hello-world.html' title='hello world'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109518572795944183</id><published>2004-09-14T01:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-17T00:34:07.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>counting events</title><content type='html'>I've had my share of bad luck. I could think of this week as the most pressuring and stressful during my entire college year so far. I know I'll be whining again so I'll try to hinder the urge. Meditating helped me a lot. Seriously, I read an article about meditation. I meditate early morning and at night. I think of calming thoughts or even put soft music in the background and just relax for 10 minutes or so. It's good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, just as you know how unlucky my day turned out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. It was defense day so I had to wear something formal. I didn't even realized that I had only one slacks that can fit me (boy, I'm getting fatter!) I think I forced the slacks strong enough to fit me that the zipper just snapped. I had to rely on a pin to not expose my undies. Good thing the pin didn't give in the whole day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. PMS. First day is always the worst for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Our program didn't run during defense! Nightmare! The prof gave us a chance to work on it. We started doing the whole thing over again but something's really wrong. We use visuals rather than DOS. The program was working before we tried and today, nothing. I slept at freaking 3am studying the codes on that program. It was complicated that I actually cried over it thinking about the defense. Only two us in a group instead of having 3. The guy I'm with was quite good and so the program he made is a version of MS Paint. Shit. I'm stupified. It was the most difficult thing I have ever seen but the most brilliant one. On the lighter note, the prof told us to go back on Thursday for another defense. Hopefully there won't be any minus points for us. Please not. We worked hard on this. And...what will I wear?! I certainly don't want a skirt! Sayang outfit ko kanina. tsk tsk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He is a she. I am crushing a guy who is gay! Hypothesis proven to be true! That's the saddest thing ever. How can I be so blind? He's tall, dresses impressively, fair complexion, well-fixed hair, looks clean and all that. We are together in 3 classes. We talked sometimes (kilig factor) making fun of professors or asking things about assignments. Then suddenly, he came over to his friend who happens to be on my side. I pretended not to listen on their conversation but one thing caught my eardrums...their talking about guys. I even heard him say that the guy was so cute...blah...blah. TOIING!! So why am I sharing this? Don't be fooled by someone's appearance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's one more guy I'm stalking. I wasn't kidding. I really meant stalking. At 12, he goes to the canteen to buy ice tea and heads outside the bench to meet his friends. His classes start around 4 during MWF. He loves the color blue and white (he wears blue all the the time). I heard good remarks about him and not something about being gay (phew!) It's a crush but I don't want to go overboard. In fact, I don't want to see him. I might change my mind. My friends used to kid me about coming out of shyness. They said the world today is different. When you want something, you try to get it. And you will be lucky if you catch it. But hey, I am not aggressive enough for that kind of behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I haven't finished the take home quiz. I'll be waking up extra early to copy from the class. I can't think straight with a killer headache.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I still got the laptop so I blogged. Next day, it's probably goodbye internet again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My eyes felt heavy. Both are saying that it's time for sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109518572795944183?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109518572795944183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/counting-events.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109518572795944183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109518572795944183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/counting-events.html' title='counting events'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109492919423521750</id><published>2004-09-12T02:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T03:19:33.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>now, the pictures</title><content type='html'>Here we go...the pictures I should have posted ages ago (it felt like it when I don't have internet at home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/netanaclass.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;my Circuits class. the prof is the one with the book. this is one class i will miss. it's such a crazy atmosphere. there are less than 10 girls of 40 students. Imagine a class dominated by guys. This was taken when the prof dismissed the class early because the airconditioning broke down. The photo says it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I decided to photo trip. What place would I choose but the one I see everyday...Manila City Hall (except the last w/c was taken outside my place)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/manila_city_hall_i.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/dclock_smol.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/10504321"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/manilacityhall_smol.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/10506580/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/manilacityhall2_smol.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/10503610/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/anewday_smol.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;My first attempt of night shots&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/view/10507184/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/smolmoon2.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/quiaporoadlights.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/roadlightssmol.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   &lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/city_hall_big.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/cityhallsmol.jpg" border="1" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109492919423521750?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109492919423521750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109492919423521750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109492919423521750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/now-pictures.html' title='now, the pictures'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109492743161156131</id><published>2004-09-12T01:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T02:30:31.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ack, more work</title><content type='html'>I'm done with the website. I'll hit the books later for the last quiz in Circuits on Monday. I'm quite in a danger zone for that subject so time to get really serious. I'm in a boiling point as of now. My groupmate for the machine problem isn't returning my calls or text. We'll be having the defense on Tuesday and I still don't have the source codes for the program. He insisted on making it since he wanted to be the leader. If I can't get the codes until Monday, I'm doomed in our defense! I'm scared to death. Unlike students with other courses, the panelists will fry COE (Computer Eng'ng students). They expect too much from us when it comes to programming. I wouldn't blame them 'cause it's our major subject. Still, I haven't really thought programming can be so complex. Consider it similar to HTML with all the different codes you shouldn't forget. But HTML is easier than C++. It's all in the logic and numbers. I can't wait for my higher programming subjects. Pamatay daw, sobra. I would rather be engaged in Internet development, database and hardware instead. That I really enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109492743161156131?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109492743161156131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/ack-more-work.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109492743161156131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109492743161156131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/ack-more-work.html' title='ack, more work'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109488857193980951</id><published>2004-09-11T16:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T15:42:51.940+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my colds is killing me</title><content type='html'>Everything has been a blur and a frantic panic. For the next two weeks my life would probably be a total stress. Wait, not probably..."surely!"Don't you just wish life has its own remote control? I guess it's like saying you are the one in control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got tons of school work piled up. Major quizzes, pre finals, machine problem defense, forum report and research paper all in next week. I even caught severe colds this morning. How's that for a prefect weekend? With all these works, I've missed a lot. I haven't been in a movie house for about a month. I said the big "N-O" to the UAAP cheerleading competition after Chiz invited me. Actually I've been looking forward to it for months. Then this 1st NCAA cheerleading last Sept. 8. that I didn't see. A big shoutout to MIT Cheerping Cardinals for winning the championship. Wohoo!! I couldn't say the same thing for the basketball team though for dropping off the final four. It's enough to boost my school spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It will be work, work, work and more work for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109488857193980951?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109488857193980951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-colds-is-killing-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109488857193980951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109488857193980951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/my-colds-is-killing-me.html' title='my colds is killing me'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109485161445280920</id><published>2004-09-11T05:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T05:26:54.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>la de da</title><content type='html'>New month therefore a change of layout. Nothing fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh, I still don't have an internet connection and it was the modem cracking up, that I know for sure. I got the laptop from Sherwin (H.S. buddy) just yesterday 'cause he asked help for building websites and I badly need an internet connection to upload. It took me a while to go online with all the virus on his laptop hehehe. I had to kick all of 'em out of the system because they're affecting the browser. So I'm done and gosh, it's morning. I better head back to bed. There's light coming through the windows! Must not see the light....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109485161445280920?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/' title='la de da'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109485161445280920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/la-de-da.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109485161445280920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109485161445280920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/la-de-da.html' title='la de da'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109436806514184474</id><published>2004-09-05T14:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T15:07:45.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>no internet!!</title><content type='html'>I am pissed off!! 4 days without internet is insane. People, my computer has once again gone mad. Well, the whole system is actually working only the internet connection seemed to be messed up. I tried fixing it myself but I think I need expert technicians on this. I'm too busy to look for help right now. Finals are coming in nearly two weeks. Or is it one week left?! I need to keep track of my schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in a computer shop now on a Sunday afternoon. I rely too much on the internet. I think nothing comes out of mouth but continuous whining. But I got my social life back. I survived without internet for four days. I don't know how I can cope up with this for long. I've been going out a lot like today thinking I wouldn't want to stay home for nothing. I would be plain bored and I don't like it if I have nothing to do. So I went to the mall for an internet dose (not the crappy internet shops with fellas shouting over computer games and nosy passers-by). It's just me and the mall...oh yeah, me and the mall. The shopaholic in me has struck again. I felt so independent hahaha I think I've said enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too bad I can't post pictures now. I forgot my diskette. I've been phototripping this week. I brought my camera around with me. I had pictures of my professors too and they gladly pose for me hahaha That's one hilarious picture. If I got my internet connection back, maybe I'll post all at once. I've been experimenting with the camera with the settings and all. I tried my first attempt of night shots and I didn't realize how pretty the city lights will turn out in photos. I think I've said enough again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I better get going. The meter is running...I have to pay a 100 bucks for this now. The pain of not having internet at home..pfft. I got 30 pages of research paper to translate in Tagalog waiting for me at home. But I think I'll go around and shop for a while ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;BE BACK SOON, promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109436806514184474?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109436806514184474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-internet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109436806514184474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109436806514184474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/09/no-internet.html' title='no internet!!'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109387997581581860</id><published>2004-08-30T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T23:32:55.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shallow entries ahead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;star, where art thou?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go nuts whenever I lose something especially how valuable it is. My necklace with the blue star pendant... *sniff* ...it's gone! That baby cost me my entire allowance. I've been collecting stuff with stars and that necklace was the most precious of all. I may sound shallow crying for a small thing but I couldn't help it. It's like losing a friend who became attached with you for a period of time. I swear I'm gonna start rummaging my room during my free day. Or maybe I dropped it outside? Noooo!! I blame myself for being such a disorganized freak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you just hate it when you lose something? It ruined my mood for the entire day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were like chickens, man!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Electricity kept on going on and off at school. What's that about?! Electric shortage?! I had lunch in our canteen without any lights on and humidity was killing me. This "niche" for all faculty members (room separated from students plus the airconditioning,) was outrageuos. They looked like having a candlelit dinner. During discussion, only emergency lights were on. It was a yellow spotlight. One guy shouted, "Para tayong mga manok sa kulungan, yung may bumbilya!" It lasted for about 30 minutes though. It better be the last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I had pizza pocket from Dominoes Pizza for lunch. I was like "Yum, this tastes like pizza!" And Ansbert told me it was, that's why there's the word "pizza" in pizza pocket. Gah, I'm such a dork. It was too big too so I had to share it with Allen. Shit. I'm craving for it now. I ate it with a choco butternut donut. Not exactly a perfect match but when my stomach is concerned, I eat all the junk I could eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fallen angel..or is that the Mulawin guy?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha! not that I watch the show. That's my friend Allen. I asked him to pose and to snuggle in that corner. &lt;em&gt;Dami na daw ako nauuto.&lt;/em&gt; It would have been better if he removed his shoes but we were in a hurry not to get caught by the professor doing some photo stunts. I searched for stock art wings, colarized the photo and ta-da! came up with this. Meet Allen, dropped from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/FallenAngel2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://public.fotki.com/ajanem/random_images/fallenangel.html"&gt;&lt;em&gt;click for larger view&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;look up&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got off from school, my friend pointed the moon and told me how perfect it was. Gah, I was mesmerized by it. The moon was beside the tall clock of the Manila City Hall and shadows of clouds were surrounding the area. It would have been a perfect photograph if you ask me. It looked magical. I  never tried night shots 'cause it was quite difficult to measure the lights around and the focusing. Thus, I was scared to go up the Intramuros wall and take a shot of it. &lt;em&gt;Mga tambay kasi, katakot!&lt;/em&gt; Provinces are perfect spots to do moon shots. The stars are all over and the moon is just glowing up there. Heavenly. I could stare at them for hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109387997581581860?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109387997581581860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/shallow-entries-ahead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109387997581581860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109387997581581860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/shallow-entries-ahead.html' title='shallow entries ahead'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109377401883515642</id><published>2004-08-29T18:03:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T18:31:31.476+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rock on!</title><content type='html'>Have you noticed how much poetry there is in rock songs? Well, excluding all the bad-mouthed expressions and those real heavy rock which gives me headache. Their use of words aren't really that ordinary and elementary. The concept of an entire song was being described in a fragment of poetry. Even the titles are quite stirring. I know lyrics of any song are poetic but there's something in rock/alternative/punk songs that made them stand out. Some people, mostly the aged ones, never like to listen on this kind of music. It's either they call it demonic, deafening or both. Yes, rocks songs are loud that's why they call them "rock" which was supposed to wobble your whole system. Front vocalists of rock bands scream thewords out. But behind the song, there is a meaning. And behind that meaning, there is style and creativity. As I always say, you just don't have to like the song because of the melody. You got to hear the words behind it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound bleak but I actually think novelty songs which are making huge hits in this countryare obnoxious, foul and sickening. Again I'm being a critic but I'm just letting my thoughts out. People making this kind of music claimed that novelty songs are catchy, easy to remember andamusing. Then dance moves will be all over it. I don't get it! Everytime I hear those kind ofmusic in radio stations, blood rises to my head. They all sound alike too. I wouldn't be caught dead singing "Jumbo Hotdog" or anything similar to it. But I wouldn't argue of those being amusing. What's wrong with the world? We find happiness in absurdity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to rock...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird for a silent person (daw?nyahaha) like me to love loud music. It's like yin-yang. You may have thought of me liking senti, mellow love songs. Alright, I have been one of those girls who were die hard boy bands fan, I admit. I have gone through it. I dispatched all those large-sized posters of N Sync and the Backstreetboys hehehe. They went separate ways anyway. Change is inevitable. I'm undergoing metamorphosis to which I can clearly identify my own personality wherein I can stand by it. For me, music is a part of that change. I may like slow jams if they're really worth my taste. I noticed I have more rock songs usually alternatives on my MP3 player. When I go to bed, rock songs are my lullaby. I turn to rock songs for inspiration whenever I feel like writing a poem. Music is my life. And I will forever be a frustrated musician, a guitarist and a drummerto be exact. (darn, I'll never get over that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, ever heard Story of the Year's "Anthem of Our Dying Day?" It's been playing all over in MTV now. I find the song poetic with its lyrics. The music is fresh, punk and the band is good. The video, whoa. If there's one band not blaring as some, I swear I am loving Jet! Their music is so mellow and calming. But we all have different tastes, don't we? We're all open to choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109377401883515642?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109377401883515642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/rock-on_109377401883515642.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109377401883515642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109377401883515642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/rock-on_109377401883515642.html' title='rock on!'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109368778462512187</id><published>2004-08-28T17:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T18:09:44.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day in photos</title><content type='html'>Endless chats, camwhoring, absent professors, long vacant hours, food trip and malling. More or less, it was a fun filled Friday. I'm not going into details about this. Pictures will tell you more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/wack5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strike that pose!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ansbert, Chiz, me, Ocai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/wack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enough with the serious posing. wacky shots are always the best. &lt;em&gt;para kaming nasapian dito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/qw3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intramuros at night. Mapuans here and there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/wack3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i'm running late for my night class, picture muna with Winston and Mark(at the back) in the car. i've taken several shots of us. Winston kept on complaining with the strong flash that made him close his eyes on photos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/wack2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on our way home after I dragged them all to the mall for dinner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sherwin, Darwin, Mark and Winston&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109368778462512187?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109368778462512187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-in-photos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109368778462512187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109368778462512187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-in-photos.html' title='day in photos'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109351391836638546</id><published>2004-08-26T16:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T17:51:58.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dancing in the rain</title><content type='html'>The rain just won't stop. Trees swaying here and there like they were about to snap. Nearby houses and buildings looked fuzzy because of the thick droplets of rain. Those deep dark clouds...Thunder you see lining on the sky with the roaring sound. The cold brisky wind coming through the open windows that made me chilled. Not to mention the floods whenever the rain kept on pouring for more than an hour. *sigh* &lt;strong&gt;Rain&lt;/strong&gt; *sigh* Don't know if I hate it or love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my first year stay in this country I actually loved the rain. I liked it when I struggled on my umbrella to keep it from not flipping upside down. I enjoyed being wet a bit from the rain. Then I remember I called walking on floods a "total fun." Those were the days I wished rain won't stop. I thought of it as an adventure. During the times I was staying in a dorm, I used to go out with my H.S. friends Darwin and Winston every night to eat dinner. Both of them wore high protective boots while I had plain slippers on. Then we paved our way through the floods trying to enjoy the cold water splashing on our thighs. Whenever a vehicle passes by, it looked like there was this huge tidal wave coming unto us. With those garbages on floods, I only found myself shouting "yuck..kadiri" but laughed it all away. Gross huh?! Well, that was before. It was my first time to ever walk on waters hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't find it that much fun. I was lucky I didn't get any disease. I moved away from the dorm and got my own place. I really love rain but the floods made me want to hate it. Flood is a serious problem in this country. I wish the government would do something about it. People can die. Yesterday there wasn't any storm but look how high the floods were. I heard another storm is coming this week. I guess I'll be walking on waters again trying to go to school. Hmph. School! I was surprised when our school was closed. Really, they never dismissed a single class before. That was why I learned struggling in the rain just to attend my classes. Finals are coming in a few weeks. Lessons are so left behind. I smell make-up classes or rather professors speeding up the lessons not even concern if students understand everything. Then I would be whining again in a couple of weeks. You'll see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum it all up, rain can be a bestfriend that I never had and even my worst enemy when we don't get along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109351391836638546?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109351391836638546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/dancing-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109351391836638546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109351391836638546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/dancing-in-rain.html' title='dancing in the rain'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109342232626054518</id><published>2004-08-25T16:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-25T16:38:04.036+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's a rainy wednesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn't go to school today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy about it 'cause I was actually looking forward to school. gah...now I love school?! The thought of pressures, stupid-proud-lazy professors and sleepless nights make me want to puke but to hang out with friends is more like it. I woke up at 6am. Total darkness. I even thought it was still 3am. The rain was hard and the wind was effusive. Shit. I was like, "How am I going to leave in this weather?!" I tried texting my friends to ask about school. But they didn't know as well and even asked me to go 'cause I was nearer. tooiing!! nevermind. I don't want to be stranded somewhere in Manila getting a ride. And the flood...my goodness. I wouldn't dare walk on floods...ever. It's like knee-deep in here. I might drown nyahaha!! no. seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Race, free days, loss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 10am or rather looking like dawn, I caught the live telecast of Amazing Race =) whoo!! They went to Dubai. I got to see the place again on TV. pretty Burj Al Arab and those golden sand dunes...and the camels!! How can I forget those stinky camels!! I can't wait to see them racing here in the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I got 2 days off. I guess this is a way of God telling me to do my lab reports granted free days. Do not procrastinate. I have 5 lab reports to finish. Must work at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay...shame on you MIT basketball team. Shame on you. To think we're even paying your allowances and athletics thingy...6 wins, 6 losses. Tsk tsk. They were leading at the start of the season and now...tsk tsk. I guess I'll be watching DLSU instead. We were even planning to watch the finals if ever MIT team got it. But...tsk tsk. what a shame!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I took these pictures today. I was so bored.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/baha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;see? it's like staring at a river.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/storm3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;i played with the contrast. turned out to be an Armageddon (Judgement Day) impression. i like this. i love silhouettes in photos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/window.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;nice to see some light coming through the windows after a heavy rain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109342232626054518?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109342232626054518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-rainy-wednesday_25.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109342232626054518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109342232626054518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-rainy-wednesday_25.html' title='it&apos;s a rainy wednesday'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109336276684956360</id><published>2004-08-24T23:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-24T23:52:46.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>photo entry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/10052457/"&gt;FRAMED.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then there was light...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/framed.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109336276684956360?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109336276684956360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/photo-entry_109336276684956360.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109336276684956360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109336276684956360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/photo-entry_109336276684956360.html' title='photo entry'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109327602673912015</id><published>2004-08-23T23:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T23:47:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>off to a good start</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;ang saya ko na malungkot. ang gulo noh. pero mas masaya ako =)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prelim in Circuits was finally over. I can breathe now. It was alright not actually as muddled as I have expected. Maybe because Allen, Ansbert and I had this consultation with the prof for an hour before the exam started. I was surprised when one problem was included in the test which he used as an example during the consultation. I'm keeping my fingers crossed for the rest of my answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At school, I bought this portable phone charger {the one on the first pic} for 100Php. I think there's some kind of fare going on that I dumbly know. I was with my friends and we passed by this guy who seemed really persuasive. The next thing I know, I was staring at the charger on my hand. But hey, it was  a good buy. Cheap and working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/joseph2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but get some still photos from the video hahaha. I swear I'm going to stop including him on my entries...not entirely but a little. Joseph Henry Lim Yeo. {erk. I think I'm acting like an obsessed fan} I'm not! Adoration? Nah. Crush lang. I'm going to bang my head on the computer screen now or head for the mountains. But yes. A girl can dream... *gawd. i wonder who might read this...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;corny &lt;em&gt;noh&lt;/em&gt;, when you like someone you're not even sure of meeting or talking. Everyone thinks you're out of your mind but it's normal. I think? Or is it just me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ayan tuloy, tinamad nako gumawa ng program para bukas. sa school ko nalang gagawin.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;medyo loose pa sked ko. pero next month na finals...patay. cramming. projects. last major quizzes na sabay-sabay. bibilisin na naman ng mga prof pagtuturo. amp. may machine problem na naman ako. pero di nako team leader. ayoko na. bahala nalang si leader dun. pero dalawa lang kami. patay na naman. bwisit kasi, ang laki ng expectations sa amin. ayaw ng simpleng machine program. gusto complicated o kaya mga games. wtf. kinakabahan nako tuloy. may defense pa. ayoko nito!! magiipon nako ng tulog ngayon bwehehehe &lt;/em&gt;adios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109327602673912015?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109327602673912015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/off-to-good-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109327602673912015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109327602673912015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/off-to-good-start.html' title='off to a good start'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109317469706131976</id><published>2004-08-22T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T19:38:17.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;I was being a dork&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoved all my notes away with all that reviewing for the prelims and tuned in the UAAP game instead. DLSU and ADMU. Well, what do you know. People flooded the Araneta. These people have an amazing school spirit. Whee!! I recorded clips of the game using my camera just in time of Joseph Yeo's free throw wehehehe He sucked at free throws but this time, he shoots. Wala lang, masaya nako dun. But they won over Ateneo. If only they could have been consistent from the beginning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Yikes! Exam!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a big exam in Circuits tomorrow. Although I reviewed this weekend, I still felt uneasy about it. The prof gives damn hard problems. The test would be multiple choice which is not what I want. He could use choices with point decimal differences and that would make everything more confusing. 30 points for the solution. Shivers. If I made a single mistake from the start, I would end up getting a zero point. oh gah. I wish myself luck. Lots and lots of luck. My friends and I might approach the prof for a consultation before the class so I hope he could give us some tips for the exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Flower Photo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been wanting to go down the apartment to take pictures of the pretty flowers outside. There are a lot of flower shops around here and I'm falling in love with each of them everytime I pass by. I want shots of the sunflower and tulips. I even saw purple flowers but haven't got a clue what they're called. My place is bombarded with flowers. &lt;em&gt;"Ang bango bango..ang bango bango ng bulaklak..pag inaamoy..pag inaamoy anong sarap.." &lt;/em&gt;hahaha that's all I know about that silly song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109317469706131976?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109317469706131976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109317469706131976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109317469706131976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/weekend.html' title='the weekend'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109308215357569065</id><published>2004-08-21T17:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T17:55:53.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*cough* plug *cough*</title><content type='html'>I started a deviantart account. I'm not claiming to be an expert at this but there's always a room for improvement. Few photos were posted and surely more to come. &lt;em&gt;Man...I'm liking this plugging.&lt;/em&gt; Be nice and go check it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/playfulert.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Recent photo submitted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://0verdrive.deviantart.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;http://0verdrive.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109308215357569065?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109308215357569065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/cough-plug-cough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109308215357569065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109308215357569065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/cough-plug-cough.html' title='*cough* plug *cough*'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109301797502422373</id><published>2004-08-20T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-21T02:21:44.413+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so kiss me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Change of mood. Change of Layout.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;alright just bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurrah for black and grey. I got this from &lt;a href="http://blogskins.com"&gt;blogskins&lt;/a&gt;. I never had time to make my own designs. Or else I'll be making one after another. It's like a disease. "Pieces of me" Probably you heard the song of Ashlee Simpson. I'm saying this again...love the song. So sue me. I was like singing it on my head over and over. &lt;em&gt;"Ooohh, it's as if you know me better than I ever knew myself. I love how you can tell..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;of School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Never doubt a woman's intuition.&lt;/em&gt; I skipped first class and didn't miss a single lesson. Why? The prof only distributed the test papers and according to my friend I passed. One great news. It's worth sleeping an hour more. Last class, I went but shouldn't have. I told Diane earlier I don't feel like going back to school for some reasons. And the prof sent a text saying he couldn't come. I traveled longer than I stayed inside the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;PDA: Public Display of Affection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;affection or attention?? &lt;/em&gt;whatever, you know what it is. I was stuck in a traffic jam inside the jeepney. Seated beside a girl and a guy. Girlfriend and Boyfriend, I suppose. They were smooching. Erk. Disgusting. People glanced at them. Still, nothing happened. It was so uncomfortable for me than it was for them. They couldn't even wait until no one is around. But gah?! In a public transportation? They must be nuts and oh, raging with hormones. Is that a way to show the world how much they dearly loved each other? Flaunting kisses. I heard of having sex in public but thank God my virgin eyes haven't seen any. Sorry but in my opinion, it's unpleasant for people to witness. I was once asked by little sister Joy why were there a lot of couples holding hands in the Philippines. I couldn't argue more because she was raised in another country where PDA can rarely be seen. I laughed instead and told her to count all the couples we passed by and I would give her a treat. Then after a few minutes, she gave up and said she couldn't count anymore. Philippines, modern and independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may be old-fashioned. And yes, you may think I am single. It's been a year and look at me. Single and happy. I'll start to panic if I didn't meet anyone during marrying age hehehe ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109301797502422373?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109301797502422373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-kiss-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109301797502422373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109301797502422373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/so-kiss-me.html' title='so kiss me'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109285126682332960</id><published>2004-08-19T01:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T02:00:28.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>damn these eyebags</title><content type='html'>oh yeah. i forgot i was to change my sleeping habits starting this night. not only my friends noticed how my eyebags are getting deeper by day, i've developed uneasiness of attending my morning classes. my mind was like drifted to a far away place. at lunch break, i was snapped out of my daydreaming by the silliness of my friends and i could almost throw up the food i was eating from laughing my ass out. the perks of college students during vacant. laughing is good. a dose of laughter can make my problems vanish. you don't want to know the reason of our joy. plain shallow things that we see around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on the lighter note, my left hand got burned and blisters appeared. i've had it with burns. i wanted a curled locks and i was not being extra careful with the curling iron. the danger of being vain. beware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i was saying, off to bed early. if you call this time early. i got no class later. sounds like another rest day and quality time with myself. toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;wait. did blogger shrink their banner ads? hahaha wala lang. lumabas na naman sa layout. pero nice naman yung ad menu. kaya lang visible di ma-cover ng codes. whatever. if it's obvious i can't seem to share something exciting and not utterly boring like eyebags and curls hahaha it's just me. i talk about the smallest things in my life. really, i'm going now to catch some zzz's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109285126682332960?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109285126682332960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/damn-these-eyebags.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109285126682332960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109285126682332960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/damn-these-eyebags.html' title='damn these eyebags'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109273887395988617</id><published>2004-08-17T17:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T18:34:33.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's cold and i'm bored</title><content type='html'>i hate the weather. it's gloomy and cold which made me lethargic. i only want this when i'm at home doing nothing. rain, rain go away come again on thursday, saturday and sunday =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my morning starts at 1pm. i got used to it during vacations. i would sleep 6am then wake up around 1pm. bad habit to break. so i was a bit groggy this morning. damn. i really hate the rain. i couldn't wear any baggy pants or else they would end up wet on the bottom from those muddy surfaces. yeah. my pants are broom-like. i wanted to wear flip-flops but they're not allowed at school. no spaghetti straps, no mini skirts, no shorts. phooey. although i can pass through security dress code a couple of times *evil grin* enter with the crowd and never look at the guard. better find someone to chat with while entering. walk straight as fast as you can. hmm...that works for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had only one class and it was boring to death. yes. it's that time again where i sit infront of the computer for 4 long hours. i don't even know how to start the drill because this lab is more advance than the lecture. the room was so cold that i almost bury my face on the table and doze off. i copied the program codes from peppers instead. thanks to diskettes. some were playing solitaire, doodling on ms paint and texting to fight the apathy. peppers and i were trying to have fun by adding graphics on the programs. still not fun enough. the prof doesn't want to let us go that early. it was too boring. when i'm bored, i crave for food. so i was bored and hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but i am home now. i can smell dinner. yum. oh my gah. long quiz in programming lecture tomorrow. sucks. but the lesson isn't that hard so yipee. i wish i was at hoobastank's concert tonight. jumping, singing, slamming, drooling over the lead vocalist and all that. rivermaya would be the opening act too. but i'm stuck here with less social life. whatever. hurrah for me. hehehe i'm overreacting. it's a mere effect of famine. better get something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109273887395988617?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109257343601607786</id><published>2004-08-15T20:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T20:37:16.016+08:00</updated><title type='text'>duh.</title><content type='html'>I've been religiously watching the Amazing Race 5. Only I got to watch it on replays. I love Egypt. I was struck by the pyramids. Someday, I would go there and admire the pyramids. They're lovely and I can't imagine how much work ancient people put on that. I was working on a research about the pyramids for my Filipino subject which I haven't even started yet. lazy ass. It's a group work anyway and I hope I could rely with the rest of the guys on the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loving the jingle of Greenwich ahahaha It's cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh man. Midterm tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109257343601607786?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109257343601607786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/duh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109257343601607786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109257343601607786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/duh.html' title='duh.'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109251099354219889</id><published>2004-08-15T03:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T03:40:02.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my anthem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;For a second I wonder&lt;br /&gt;If my life has been a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Would I ever want to wake up?&lt;br /&gt;Or be in this slumber forever?&lt;br /&gt;Do I enjoy what I do?&lt;br /&gt;Or yearn for something different?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for myself that I couldn't even answer my own questions. As long as I'm on the right track, I wouldn't let anyone dictate what I will or will not do. Or else it will leave me hanging on a cliff bewildered whether to jump or stay put. I couldn't find more happiness than doing something that I truly enjoy. My own ghost is haunting me. I want something more but destiny has brought me here. How can you fight something that you haven't got a clue on what to come next? Could you actually believe you build your own future? Haven't you noticed that every time you want something there's a slight chance of failure though how much best you exerted? And time is not a problem here. I don't want to think, "Time is short." There is always time for everything. If you think the opposite, regret follows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I got to think it all over again. Think. Think. Think. Best of all, think with the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh me and my mood swings. But I meant everything I put in here. I'm not quite sure if I should even post this {Blogger was acting crazy when I was trying to post this few hours ago} but I did anyway. It's not likely that I put up anything decent. That's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109251099354219889?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109251099354219889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-anthem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109251099354219889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109251099354219889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/my-anthem.html' title='my anthem'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109241716320344027</id><published>2004-08-13T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-14T01:12:43.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>long day ahead..prepare to be bored</title><content type='html'>Morning started quite distressing. I was late. 15 minutes late for my first class. Traffic was awful on Fridays. Must leave earlier next time. But that wasn't it. The prof came miraculously on time. She used to come 30 minutes late. I was walking really slow so as not to tire myself thinking she wouldn't be there. As I was approaching the room, two classmates went out and told me the prof just left...with the attendance. Sh*t. One absent. Oh well, 5 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stayed in the room to review for a quiz in Network Analysis1 but ended up chatting with my classmates. This guy saw the Da Vinci Code book I brought to lend it to Allen and was intrigued by it. He asked the plot and told him to grab a copy 'cause it's better to know for himself. He seemed persistent so I did a little storytelling. Then another classmate listened. I was quite amazed with that two guys who showed much interests in books. Amazed - nothing more. The other guy{forgot the name, sorry} said he loves to read especially during that long travel from school but a bit ashamed. I asked why and he brought out a copy of this Witch comics from his backpack. He snatched it from his little sister and got engrossed by it somehow. ehehehe funny guy. atleast he reads. The other one who shared the same surname as I do told me how he loved reading novels of Nicholas Sparks. gah. My morning turned out to be a book review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had lunch with Ansbert, Allen and Oscar at Mcdo. Away from the smell of "ulam" in the canteen this time. We talked and laughed. They're bunch of perky peeps. I enjoyed hanging out with them 'cause I can be really goofy and crazy. I received a gift from Diane with no reason. She got me this pink bracelet that matches with my other bracelets that I usually wear when I'm feeling..erm, punk. She said she saw it in a mall and thought of me. It was really cute with the note about friendship which I'm going to make as a bookmark. All the laughter and hysteria turned into nausea when we had the quiz. damn. Currents, voltage, resistances, supernode...I was intoxicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my vacant at 3, I went out to the mall to wait for Winston and Sherwin. Bookstore. Where else? I get to spend time scanning books to kill time. I bought a couple of things for school and another good book to read during weekend. My weekend is a bit loose with only a midterm in Filipino and a lab report to worry. And so, malling during vacant hours. Sherwin has to leave early for a class so Winston and I decided to grab something to eat. Time runs and I went on to attend my last class at 6 as Winston and Darwin waited for my dismissal. They gave me a ride home after which was really cool of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Erk. I've blogged everything in details without even noticing. That sums up my Friday. Saturday and Sunday - rest days. long sleep. happy days. joseph yeo tomorrow at noon {bwehehe}. oh lookie, i put up links with photos. wala lang. something new for my blog. go visit them all ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109241716320344027?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109241716320344027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-day-aheadprepare-to-be-bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109241716320344027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109241716320344027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/long-day-aheadprepare-to-be-bored.html' title='long day ahead..prepare to be bored'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109223896733618778</id><published>2004-08-11T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:42:47.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>day in shortcut</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;dreams can make my day shine despite of the gloomy weather this morning&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;flunk my quiz in filipino with the rest of the class. duh. of all the subjects.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;lunch with Ansbert, Allen, &amp; Oscar&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;laugh trip&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;earned the title "utot" {erm..not literally!} because of the way i deliver my jokes according to the three. smooth but deadly. {i never had any decent titles or nicknames. gah.}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;50/50 chance of earning money as a photographer. ansbert's mom works in a magazine publication and wants me to be on their product shoot if her boss agrees. {wtf. kickback! *cross fingers*}&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;went home at 3..vacant hours&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;off to school again at 6&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;waited for the prof for one freaking hour but he never showed up. silly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ended up eating Hershey chocolates with my seatmates. my sweet tooth was satisfied.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;bought the newspaper on my way home for a job hunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;dinner. little TV&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;still chatting with my sisters back in Abu Dhabi&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;received another good news&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;sound tripping. man. switchfoot rocks! i want their album badly&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;no class tomorrow but major quiz on friday. &lt;grumble&gt;study&lt;/grumble&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109223896733618778?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109223896733618778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-in-shortcut.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109223896733618778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109223896733618778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/day-in-shortcut.html' title='day in shortcut'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109213382250026629</id><published>2004-08-10T17:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T18:30:22.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>doodle</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/mesmall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drew this and got the idea from a still photo. i felt like the person in the middle of the tunnel walking unto the light. light, i speak of triumph and life not of death. i'm just another dot on the spherical form. wandering. thinking what's in it for me. pushing myself to the limits. wanting to do everything. not to feel the pressure but to think of it as a challenge. proving that i'm not just this dot. a helpless dot. no. i'm more than a dot. there is so much more to expectations. go deeper into that tunnel. it may take a while. but once you got what you were looking for, it's worth the time. hold on to it. happiness multiplies. as it is, the dot finally becomes a line. another path to unending trials. be patient. you'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666600;"&gt;ooh interpreting your own drawing is fun. there is no restriction of expression. one happy thing =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109213382250026629?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109206598166325548</id><published>2004-08-09T23:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:46:48.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whoa.</title><content type='html'>oh gah. the power of search engines. some dude on my tagboard somehow found my place of sanctuary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...definitely an ME (Mechanical Eng'ng) student. you've liven up with the reputation of ME's. &lt;em&gt;no offence &lt;/em&gt;:P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109206598166325548?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109206598166325548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/whoa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109206598166325548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109206598166325548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/whoa.html' title='whoa.'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109171060624996710</id><published>2004-08-05T20:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T21:19:59.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trip back to history</title><content type='html'>I never made it to my last class yesterday. I think I was having indigestion, stomach cramps or whatever it's called. I don't know. Suddenly I felt like vomiting. My stomach felt really heavy like it was about to burst. The food that I ate was like up above my throat ready to come out. Eww. No, really I felt bad. I stayed home instead. By that time, it rained real hard. Glad I stayed home. I know getting a ride at night would be impossible. I went to bed without dinner. I couldn't eat more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm doing great today. I put ointment or something to ease out the pain last night. I went to school to meet my friends at noon so we could all go to San Agustin Museum/Church together. It's a requirement of DLSS subjects but only additional points for my Filipino class. The rest couldn't tag along 'cause of school. And so there were Allen, Ansbert and me left. We took the pedicab(?) going there ehehehe. It was a steamy weather and Pong couldn't drop us with his car 'cause another auto was blocking his. It was my first time on a pedicab. I couldn't help but laugh. It was cool but quite expensive. Hrmm...kawawa kasi yung driver, ok na rin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The museum was great. The architectural designs were so Spanish-like! We went around reading all the descriptions posted on the Legazpi exhibit, taking time looking at every piece of history. Man. It was like living back in the Spanish era. It took us a few hours to finish up everything. Then there was Miguel Lopez de Legazpi, I remember the guy when I had my Philippine History. He was buried in San Agustin Church and saw his monumental tomb. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, we went around Intramuros and headed back to school. Ansbert still has to attend her 4:30 class. My feet got really sore. But merienda at McDo took the pain away. I walked home with Allen and almost had a fight. You see, there was a couple ahead of us. Then Allen made fun of the guy's outfit. He said it looked like a Christmas tree. I laughed and said it does. Then he pointed at the guy and his girlfriend stared back at us. Uh-oh. She saw and heard everything Allen said and even caught me laughing. So we were like walking slowly not to catch up with them. The girl's reaction looked so scary. Kasi naman, the guy was wearing a violet polo-shirt with a green tee underneath. Then he has dark purplish pants, pair of red slippers and gray socks. I laugh easily eh. I couldn't help it. I'm mean. I'll try to control my reactions next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random shots of Allen, Ansbert and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v259/charmbag/wholeblack.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted more pics on my other journal. &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ajanem/1400.html#cutid1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;click me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109171060624996710?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109171060624996710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/trip-back-to-history_05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109171060624996710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109171060624996710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/trip-back-to-history_05.html' title='trip back to history'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5560872.post-109152824882796724</id><published>2004-08-03T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T18:17:28.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random is my middle name</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want more granola bars&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I eat the last granola bar. I haven't noticed that there was a single granola bar left. Horrible. Such a sad case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;don't yawn at class, atleast not beside your professor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. My professor caught me yawning. I didn't even know he was beside me. We were doing this seatwork and i was just plain bored. You see he never teaches that well. He was just reading the solution from the projector pointing the lesson with his red pen light. He was like, "There, you see this? Now it becomes like this. You get it here. Then it's like this now. That's why the answer is this one. Very easy class. Very easy" wtf. He's teaching himself. He may have a double degree but the whole class never learn anything from him. Uh. I've been warned about this professor. I should have transferred to another section. &lt;em&gt;nasa huli pagsisisi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so i couldn't help but yawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but he was beside me looking at my work. "oh! inaantok kana? nakakaantok ba klase ko? he-he-he" and turned away. the whole class practically heard what he told me. he was using a head mic and a mini speaker kasi. i was so close of saying "yes, nakakaantok talaga sir." I hesitated, ofcourse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smallville spoiler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smallville's episodes here were a little left behind. I still managed to watch it on Studio 23 because of *sigh* Tom Welling. "Mamamatay si Chloe!" Oscar blurted out. I was like, "Huwag mong sabihin!!" Too late. He opens his mouth faster than I could put my two hands to cover my ears. Gee, thanks for the tip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;conversation with Allen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allen:&lt;/strong&gt; Jane!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Allen!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allen:&lt;/strong&gt; Animo LaSalle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; Animo LaSalle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allen:&lt;/strong&gt; Sino nanalo?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me:&lt;/strong&gt; LaSalle! Sino player of the day?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allen:&lt;/strong&gt; Joseph Yeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Allen &amp; me:&lt;/strong&gt; Aaaah!!! Gwapo!!! *jumps around*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oscar:&lt;/strong&gt; Mga baklang ito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*we've been asked why  him 'cause he's not actually that good-looking. beats me!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5560872-109152824882796724?l=ajanem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/feeds/109152824882796724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/random-is-my-middle-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109152824882796724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5560872/posts/default/109152824882796724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ajanem.blogspot.com/2004/08/random-is-my-middle-name.html' title='random is my middle name'/><author><name>A.Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09504477712456414878</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='29' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_W9PRVdC_zOc/Siz1FBTBmVI/AAAAAAAAACg/M1hiVsJd3i0/S220/5+copy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
