<?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-5422186</id><updated>2011-04-22T09:16:22.509+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Project '03</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;img src="http://tubes.ominix.com/art/a/tiles/tile-pastel-pinks-blues-paint-swashes.jpg" width=220&gt;
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This BLOG should have just lasted from March-May 2003.. but I think I got a *bit* carried away... and now, suddenly, I like pastels.  *SUMMERPASTELS*</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-107207928635190039</id><published>2003-12-22T15:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T15:49:02.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>this has been my home for a couple of months... but I'm going to have to move to a better place now.. *sniff sniff* it's at http://www.livejournal.com/users/tteamanna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-107207928635190039?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/107207928635190039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/107207928635190039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107207928635190039' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106842773838887300</id><published>2003-11-10T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T09:28:55.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My subjects this sem:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWF&lt;br /&gt;Sci10 - science and society&lt;br /&gt;SA21 - sociology and anthropology&lt;br /&gt;Hi18 - western history&lt;br /&gt;PE130 - ball room dancing (MW)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TTh&lt;br /&gt;Ec111 - microeconomics&lt;br /&gt;Ec115 - math eco&lt;br /&gt;Acc 15 - fundamentals of accounting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts on Wednesday. My fingers are crossed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106842773838887300?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106842773838887300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106842773838887300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106842773838887300' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106816747252614336</id><published>2003-11-07T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:11:10.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Glenny's back!! :) And he bought a couple of CDs and an MP3 player he bought in Singapore.. I'm listening to Dido's CD now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106816747252614336?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106816747252614336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106816747252614336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106816747252614336' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106816739959587144</id><published>2003-11-06T09:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:36:38.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.systemfehler.de/img/neo.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aw my gawd... I got to watch the matrix revolutions last night and being that it was a world premiere, there were I guess a little over a thousand people in line last night. Galleria was able to fill up 4 theaters (they were only expecting to fill up 2). It became a social gathering of sorts in the lobby. Everyone knew someone. This 3rd part of the trilogy further strengthens the theory that the matrix is an allegory of the story of Jesus Christ and Christianity. What's ironic then is that.. if Neo were indeed Jesus Christ packaged differently, why don't people flock to churches in thousands eager to hear about the actual Jesus instead? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106816739959587144?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106816739959587144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106816739959587144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106816739959587144' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106801268313269144</id><published>2003-11-05T14:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T14:11:21.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Done registering for myself and Glenn.. :) at last. And I'm pretty happy with my grades. Got three A's, a B+ and (sadly) a B in math. But I guess I did okay.. My QPI is 3.58. So I'll just try and do better next sem. :) Watch out accounting, micro eco and math eco.. here I come! :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106801268313269144?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106801268313269144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106801268313269144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106801268313269144' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106801246796407933</id><published>2003-11-05T14:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T09:39:10.060+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/H/heartillynn/1044766836_owntoearth.gif" border="0" alt="The down-to-earth girl"&gt;&lt;br&gt;The down-to-earth girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/heartillynn/quizzes/Which%20girl%20stereotype%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which girl stereotype are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uh huh...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106801246796407933?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106801246796407933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106801246796407933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106801246796407933' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106769704653920379</id><published>2003-11-01T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T22:30:45.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>back from the province! Glenn left for Malaysia two days ago and I miss him already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106769704653920379?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106769704653920379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106769704653920379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106769704653920379' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106739266357076106</id><published>2003-10-29T09:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T09:57:42.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>watched kill bill and punch drunk love yesterday.. and yeah both are pirated copies.. (come and get me Bong Revilla..) Yuck! hehehe.. But I think I've learned my lesson. My copy of Kill Bill went loco on the last few minutes.. So during the intense final battle scene between Uma Thurman and Lucy Liu.. all I saw were pixelated images. Then, when the images were finally decipharable, there on the screen.. shouting out loud was "Written and Directed by: Quentin Tarantino." Oh well.. And my copy of Punch Drunk Love.. forget about it.. The background music was blaring while the dialogue just went "ble welblewlebelw" All Hail to the VRB Chairman!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106739266357076106?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106739266357076106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106739266357076106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106739266357076106' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106730741508482017</id><published>2003-10-28T10:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:16:54.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went out with my barkada yesterday! :) It was so fun coz we weren't really planning to go malling like HS students again (as in in one BIG group). In fact we thought there was only going to be 3 or 4 of us. Anyway, it ended up that there were 6 of us! heheh.. Margie and Karla came along. It was just very spontaneous. I don't think they even told their parents they were going out.. hehehe.. oh well. Anyway, instead of watching "Underworld" (our original choice.. c/o Kate), we watched "My Boss's Daughter" instead. :) And then we sorta ate... and then we walked and walked... had our pictures taken, rode in that wet roller coaster ride in Dreamscape.. and did more walking. Karla and I were the only ones who weren't picked up by 7 pm so we just went in the department store and enjoyed playing at the toy section. :) heehee.. then, we were able to get a free "make-over" from Maybelline. The sales lady told us to try the diamond diamond lipstick thing.. the one in the commercial. So, we eventually found ourselves strolling in the mall with sparkly lips and all.. Got home at 9 and hung my new portrait (thanks to Ari) :) &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106730741508482017?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106730741508482017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106730741508482017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730741508482017' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106730840942798780</id><published>2003-10-27T10:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:34:18.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yah! I had my 6150 fixed too. I don't really know why, but it's probably more of a way for me to satisfy my uneasiness knowing that my old beloved phone kinda looks like crap. Anyway, I got nostalgic so when we were able to get it fixed, I used my first ever sim in it. After 3 years, my second phone and first sim card met. :) And to complete the nostalgia, I used my 6150 and old sim to call my 1st ever and favorite txtmate before I went to sleep. AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106730840942798780?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106730840942798780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106730840942798780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730840942798780' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106730910509640741</id><published>2003-10-26T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:46:07.426+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/P/pbnj456/1049239505_resbeaobla.JPG" border="0" alt="You are optimistic! Always smiling! yeah!!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ob-la-di Ob-la-da&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/pbnj456/quizzes/!!!!!!!!!!!!!which%20BEATLES%20song%20are%20you%3F!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!which BEATLES song are you?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106730910509640741?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106730910509640741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106730910509640741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106730910509640741' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106704964661673472</id><published>2003-10-25T10:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T10:42:58.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SOUNDTRACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;opening credits: moon river (instrumental) - henry mancini&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waking-up scene: good day sunshine - the beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;average-day scene: a bright june afternoon - roxette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a best-friend scene: with a little help from my friends - the beatles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first-date scene: you are the sunshine of my life - stevie wonder (particularly the part where it goes "I feel like this is the beginning.... ")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;falling-in-love scene: misty - matt monro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love scene: a toss up between never ever gonna give you up - barry white or i'd be good for you - OST Evita.. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight-with-friend scene: sound of silence - simon and garfunkel (accompanied with slow motion fighting and throwing things)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;break up scene: take a bow - madonna &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;get-back-together scene: on bended knee - boyz II men.. just because :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'life's okay' scene: life - desiree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heartbreak scene: A Whiter Shade of Pale - procol harum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mental-breakdown scene: lucy in the sky with diamonds and i am the walrus (remixed!) - the beatles or better yet!! revolution9 - the beatles.. *number 9 number 9 number 9....*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;driving scene: don't know why - norah jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson-learning scene: dedicated to the one I love - mamas and the papas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy dance scene: fun fun fun - the beach boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;regret scene: you were meant for me - jewel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long-night-alone scene: rhapsody on a theme of paganini  - rachmaninoff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death scene: tonight tonight - smashing pumpkins (I'm thinking cinematic here.. where I'm lying in bed.. dying but calm while the camera's getting some wild rotating aereal shots of me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;closing credits: tara's theme - OST Gone with the Wind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106704964661673472?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106704964661673472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106704964661673472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106704964661673472' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106687875624140871</id><published>2003-10-23T11:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T11:12:36.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a hectic day yesterday. I danced along with my old "the Grind" videos until I got really tired. Then, we went to Sta Mesa at around late morning. All my grandmother's siblings were there. So we went there and played with Czan. :) hehehe.. Oh yeah.. and my blouse ripped when I carried him around. So for the entire afternoon and evening I was cautious not to lift my arms or to move around too much. :b Then, glenn called up to tell us he had a mtg to attend at 7 in greenhills east. So after eating dinner at House of Minis, we dropped him off and waited for him. We watched Robert de Niro's "the Suspect" in Galle. The acting was really good (duh! de Niro..) and even the supporting cast was good. Then, Mom, Dad and I went to Starbucks near the Northeasteast gate.. the one near Chilis. I drank Tazo with Raspberry. And then, we picked Glenn up at around 11:30. Then we went home all tired because of our spontaneous day! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106687875624140871?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106687875624140871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106687875624140871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106687875624140871' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106678779164952003</id><published>2003-10-22T09:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T10:29:26.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for almost 3 months and it's not really because I'm utterly busy. It's just that.. well.. I didn't really think I was interested in recording my thoughts anymore. I don't intend to make this a public blog and to be a certified blogger anyway. But okay.. now I'm back. It's probably because I got too tired just checking my e-mail.. (or my friendster account for that matter) whenever I go online. At least now I can be "productive" with my unproductive internet hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, update update.. 1st sem's over and I'm getting pretty anxious and excited at the same time for the coming sem. I get to take socio anthro this sem (a back subject) but I get to slash off my foreign lang since I got to take it 2 sems earlier. As of now though, my main concern would be the reg days. First of all, I'm frightened to look at my grades. I know I really didn't do that bad this sem. In fact, I think that among my 3 sems, this was my best sem. But I know that I could've done better (particularly in my math finals). It's not really that I didn't study too well for the exam, but that I was resolved to shutting off my academic brain a bit too early. I wasn't really that sharp when I was taking the final math exam. And now I'm paying for it.. worrying about my grade once in a while everyday. Though I'm sure I'd either get a B or a B+, my chances of getting a B+ are slim now. And though in truth a B would be good, I just feel bad that I've worked so hard during the long tests ( see I even got a 102 and a 98) but I just threw my chances with that final exam!! grrrr.... (believe it or not, I'm really trying hard not to rant about it). Secondly, I'd be in school from Nov 3-5 to reg!! Although I've always found reg to be "fun," 3 days might just seem too tiring.. I don't know.. oh well.. I'll just wait till it comes. My third concern is that I would like to have a load rev again. I don't really like what I'm hearing about my history teacher. whew! I don't know.. I'll really think about it. I don't want to go through the hell that is the ADAA line for load rev again just to make the wrong decision (I was lucky with Theo last sem, thank God). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yah.. on a lighter note (lighter note?!), I watched Freaky Friday alone yesterday. It was amusing for an overused plot. It really wasn't about the switch but resolving the mother-daughter conflict. And at least the characters weren't stupid enough to take 10 minutes before they realized what had happened. I assume they assumed the characters knew of this cliche plot themselves. :) Well, whatever the producers thought of when they did the movie, I knew I was laughing my head off.. alone. :b&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-106678779164952003?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106678779164952003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106678779164952003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106678779164952003' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-106514559774402476</id><published>2003-10-10T18:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T09:57:40.436+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Glass Pyramid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pyramid made of translucent glass rises hundreds of meters from the ground. I would then find myself looking at its peak from the bottom, obviously contemplating about climbing. And then, like a mad woman, I would attempt to climb up grabbing on one of its edges. Without fear, without hesitations, I continue to climb. Gravity somehow doesn’t matter. But miracle of all miracles, after a going up a couple of meters, a rope would suddenly fall from the sky and I’d grab it. However, contrary to my brashness when I didn’t have a rope, as soon as I grab the rope, I would panic and scream. The rope doesn’t go down to the ground. I can’t go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I first saw this scene when I was around 5 years old. I woke up terrified because the dream felt so real. The following night I was afraid to go through another night dreaming about that glass pyramid. I remember trying not to sleep that night. The dream recurred every so often since then until I was in grade 1. However, as the years passed, my fear of the dream was replaced with an intense desire to “finish” the story. No longer did I want to lose my battle with the pyramid. I wanted to see what was on top of it to prove that I am better than it. Soon, I found myself lucidly dreaming. I was deliberately trying to dream about the pyramid conjuring up tactics to conquer its peak. I don’t remember if I was able to reach the peak, but regardless of the results, I know that I was never really satisfied. At age 10, after encountering a physical ordeal (which I will discuss and relate to my dream interpretation later), I once again dreamt about the pyramid  but this time, I wasn’t afraid at all and as if satirical of my previous experience of this dream, I was even whistling merrily as I climbed. In fact, I eventually let go of the rope and continue climbing even tough the inclination of the pyramid was 75 degrees or so! In truth though, I don’t remember this version of the glass pyramid dream from that time I first dreamt about it. But I really remember its details because from that point on until this very day, I would always dream about climbing the pyramid effortlessly. What I find weird though is that no matter how ridiculously far I go, I have never seen the peak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have several interpretations of the glass pyramid dream. While doing this paper, I suddenly had a recollection of an incident that happened when I was 4 or 5 years old. My “yaya” told me that she would allow a person inside the house and that I shouldn’t tell my parents about it. Apparently, it was her boyfriend that she brought in the house. They locked up themselves inside my parents’ bedroom probably doing God-knows-what. When my parents went home, I told them about my yaya. As a result my parents told my yaya to go. Somehow I felt bad about telling on my yaya. At age 4, I was well aware that I had to be a big sister to my then 2-year old brother and I knew well that when my parents are not  home, I should “take over” the house.  That is probably the reason why in my dream, I would climb the pyramid (responsibility) and then later on realize that the task is just too big for me. But why a glass pyramid? It’s probably because I have always admired the glass art in front of the Louvre in France in pictures and I somehow associated it to something that  I admire but is unlikely for me to reach, to touch or to own. However, this thing about responsibility would probably even go further. I’ve already began talking about being the “ate” and I do feel that it is of a great significance to interpreting this dream. My brother and I were born 19 months apart.  Thus, at 10 months old, my mom was already pregnant with my brother. My mom oftentimes would admit to me that she wasn’t able to carry me around as much as she’d want to specially during her last trimester of pregnancy. When my brother was born (as I have observed in our home videos), I would care for my brother as if I were his mother too. At two years old, I would insist on feeding my brother his milk. I probably felt that I because my mom had prepared for the coming of my brother, I had to treat him specially too. Up to this very day, I enjoy taking on responsibilities be it in group works, orgs, etc. And just like in my dream, even if I suddenly find that the task is too big for me, I continue climbing up the rope because I want to show people that I'm responsible just as I wanted to show that I  was responsible and wise enough at age 4 or 5 to recognize the wrongness of my yayas act by letting my parents know about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second phase of this dream (the phase where I seem to jest my dream) began occuring right after I recovered from an illness that paralyzed me from the waist down at age 10. Climbing up merrily in my dream was the opposite of what was happening in my life then. After fully recuperating, I was afraid to try on new things because I always have a fear of being embarrased. Sometimes, even at present, I would refuse to do things like climbing up a ledge to sit with my friends for fear that I might not be able to climb up the ledge and they would think I'm pathetic. Also, during that time when I was ill, I missed school for a month. It was devastating for me because I always enjoyed school. Once I got back to school, I made a vow that I would push my self  to do my best in school because I want to finish studying. Like the pyramid that I  wanted to conquer, I wanted to conquer school too. Sometimes I'd push myself too hard, particularly in high school. I'm always driven to study. That's probably the reason why when I graduated with the highest honor in high school, I was inexplicably elated.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing then that I can't resolve about my dream is the fact that I have never seen its peak. Common logic would explain that perhaps it's because I haven't fully realized my dreams yet. But somehow I feel that it's more than just that. I probably am also looking for ways to understand myself fully -  to understand the mechanisms of my mind. I want to fully understand why I always feel the urge to be at the top of game, why I always want to be a leader and why I sometimes win but other times bite of more than I can chew. &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/5422186-106514559774402476?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106514559774402476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/106514559774402476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106514559774402476' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105943945071921975</id><published>2003-07-29T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T08:44:10.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here are the possible topics for the Theology oral exam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Catholic Theology is the solution for secularization.&lt;br /&gt;2. Faith and reason are both essential in doing Theology.&lt;br /&gt;3. Sacred Scriptures and Sacred Traditions are a single deposit of God entrusted to the Church. Together with human experience, these three are our sources of Theology.&lt;br /&gt;4. God insipired the authors of the sacred scripture through the power of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;5. The sacred Scriptures are the soul of sacred Theology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Jalandoni will randomly pick one of these five topics for me to discuss. I wanna get 4 or 2. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105943945071921975?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105943945071921975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105943945071921975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105943945071921975' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105943909091095173</id><published>2003-07-29T08:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T08:38:10.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for an hour for the library to open&lt;br /&gt;only stayed there for 40 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Now, I'll be waiting for 2 more hours &lt;br /&gt;for a 10-minute oral exam for Theology&lt;br /&gt;.. hahaha.. &lt;br /&gt;the art of waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105943909091095173?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105943909091095173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105943909091095173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105943909091095173' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105943885697782320</id><published>2003-07-29T08:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T08:45:12.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/T/ThyBlackestRose/1059437200_sSquidward.GIF" border="0" alt="HASH(0x87385f0)"&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Squidward! (duh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/ThyBlackestRose/quizzes/Which%20Character%20Of%20Spongebob%20Are%20You%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Character Of Spongebob Are You?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;BR&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105943885697782320?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105943885697782320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105943885697782320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105943885697782320' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105938474843209887</id><published>2003-07-28T17:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T17:32:28.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yah.. for the record, I GOT TO WATCH DUNCAN SHIEK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.mix985.com/lounge/duncanshiek_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I recovered my voice last Wednesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Classes were suspended today due to an attempted coup last night. There aren't any imminent threats to security today but ADMU decided to cancel classes anyway. That would mean that I'd only have classes for 3 days this week coz Thursday's the feast of St. Ignatius. :) wee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105938474843209887?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105938474843209887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105938474843209887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105938474843209887' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105938435722176597</id><published>2003-07-28T17:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T17:27:21.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Does your name begin with an A?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U are not particularly romantic, but you are interested in action.You mean business. With you, what you see is what you get.You have no patience for flirting and can't be bothered with someone who is trying to be coy, cute, demure, and subtly enticing. You are an up-front person. You often don't get hints &amp; you ever pass any. &lt;strong&gt;Brains turn you on&lt;/strong&gt;. You must feel that your partner is! intellectually stimulating, otherwise you will find it difficult to sustain the relationship. You require loving, cuddling, wining, and dining to know that you're being appreciated. Your mate's physical attractiveness is important for you. You tend to be very Practical, &amp; not very emotional Your choices are very good &amp; can only lead to trouble. You are very self satisfied &amp; egoistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://skins.hotbar.com/skins/mailskins/img/Garfield/face_prv.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105938435722176597?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105938435722176597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105938435722176597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105938435722176597' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105859457239302883</id><published>2003-07-19T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T17:35:21.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I lost my voice completely.. I won't be able to watch Duncan Sheik's concert.. and worse.. I won't get to be with my barkada for too long. I have to rest early everyday for the next 5 days to rest my voice... whew!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm figuring out how to play Ragnarok.. I'm not going anywhere yet.. But I'm sure I'll be okay.. :) hehehehe... &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105859457239302883?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105859457239302883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105859457239302883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105859457239302883' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105832641148887095</id><published>2003-07-16T11:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T11:33:31.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm waiting for my Psy101 class. Our theo teacher dismissed us early. She just gave us our outline and said "This one's excellent!" It made my heart skip a beat especially when I didn't hear her say the same thing to the other groups. :) weee...!! I've been looking for good news since yesterday evening. And here it indeed is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday evening, I took my ma20 long exam. I don't think that I did well though not poorly either. But I know I could've done better if I thought about the problems harder. Oh well.. And then I checked the promo board of the Guidon to go see if my name and Mike's is included in the list of accepted applicants for the Features section.. and guess what... yup! We didn't get it.. hahaha.. such a wonderful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for that.. I'm playing lemonade tycoon now and am kinda frustrated that I'm not making too much profit. What's wrong with the recipe of 3 lemonades, 2 cubes of sugar and a cube of ice? I need help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105832641148887095?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105832641148887095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105832641148887095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105832641148887095' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105814727809354897</id><published>2003-07-14T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T09:47:58.123+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've been busy reading articles, solving math problems and inquiring about minoring the entire week. I just knew I had to have a fun Saturday away from work (though not away from school). So I decided to attend a concert held in Ateneo 2 days ago. I went with Jack and Belay. Haha.. We danced and screamed like crazy! :) Jack had a "date" though, that's why Belay and I were together most of the time. But we really think that our Saturday night would've been more fun if our other friends came along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday, July 19, my barkada and I are going to watch Duncan Sheik in concert then head to Ari's house to sleep over. :) I can't wait! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105814727809354897?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105814727809354897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105814727809354897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105814727809354897' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105753795358907672</id><published>2003-07-07T08:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T09:42:17.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>1. I am: bubbly!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. I think: I worry too much.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;3. I know: why a shortage of crop production results in an increase in the income of farmers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;4. I want: Kimi Raikonnen to win another GP soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I have: a lot of people loving me.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;6. I wish: I were a little bit taller.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. I hate: posers.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;8. I miss: my barkada&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;9. I fear: dogs&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. I hear: voices in my head. hehehe..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;11. I crave: A's and 4.0s&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;12. I search: for my tiny cellphone inside my big bag (all the time) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;13. I &lt;em&gt;(am)&lt;/em&gt; wonder: WOMAN!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;14. I regret: overeating as a kid&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;15. I love: my family more than anything&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;16. I ache: after a rigorous hour of doing tae-bo&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;17. I long: for saturday when I can finally be with my barkada to watch Duncan Sheik&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;18. I care: about my academics too much &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;19. I always: drink a glass of water when I'm bored at home&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;20. I am not: as conservative as you think I am&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;21. I sing: somewhere over the rainbow when I can't think of any song to sing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;22. I cry: when I watch Wish Ko Lang&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;23. I do not always: pray before I sleep (but I try to really really make up for it in the morning)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;24. I fight: fight blue and white go go ateneo sisboombah&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;25. I write: ugly essays when I'm elated and beautiful ones when I'm not too happy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;26. I win: my battles most of the time&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;27. I lose: in card games MOST of the tie&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;28. I've never: watched an entire episode of Meteor Garden (and am damn proud of it) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;29. I confuse: cious &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;30. I listen: to Beck's Midnight Vultures when I study for a math finals&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;31. I can usually be found: in the library when I'm alone and in some stairway when I'm with friends&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;32. I am scared of: dying young&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;33. I need: to lose 17 pounds&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;34. I am happy: about my grades so far&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;35. I expect: to be married by 30&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;36. I should: stay away from desserts&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;37. 3 things that scare me: dying young, dogs, failure&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;38. 3 people who make me laugh: Daddy, Glenn, Ayiy&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;39. 3 things I love: God, my family and friends, myself&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;40. 3 things I hate: pretentions (i.e. "fake angst"), chinovelas, Ping Lacson &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;41. 3 things I don't understand: why I'm short, what Meteor Garden means, why I want to work in ANC&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;42. 3 things on my desk: a pen, a book, a paper.. duh &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;43. 3 things I'm doing right now: thinking, typing, breathing&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;44. 3 things I want to do before I die: live to be 80 years old, be a mother and grandmother, be rich&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;45. 3 things I can't do: push ups, sketching/drawing, magic &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;46. 3 CDs you peeps should listen to: this is glenn's kind of thing.. :) I think you should listen to REVOLVER, PARK LIFE and MIDNIGHT VULTURES... (because these CDs inspire me to study) :b arghhh. I'm such a nerd!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;47. 3 of my absolute fave foods: blueberry cheesecake, tuna pasta, anything with cheese. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105753795358907672?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105753795358907672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105753795358907672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105753795358907672' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105702315309142233</id><published>2003-07-01T09:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T10:11:58.793+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h3&gt;Happy 56th Birthday Daddy!&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105702315309142233?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105702315309142233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105702315309142233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105702315309142233' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105702293830489930</id><published>2003-07-01T09:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T09:29:39.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Something I read from an e-mail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dark side of a Leo (Jul 23 - Aug 22)&lt;br /&gt;On the &lt;strong&gt;rare occasion &lt;/strong&gt;you lose your temper, you can turn into a savage beast. You seem to &lt;strong&gt;need an audience &lt;/strong&gt;as well, to help boost your confidence and ego, sometimes. Other times, you get caught up in the outward dramas of your life that you &lt;strong&gt;neglect &lt;/strong&gt;what you're feeling inside. This results in a delayed reaction when emotions sneak up on you and you get hit with a whammy. You also tend to be proud and aggressive, &lt;strong&gt;cloaking&lt;/strong&gt; these with your &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;charm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. When things don't go your way, you get impatient and may even throw a tantrum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehhee.... those in bold letters were right on target. ouch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105702293830489930?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105702293830489930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105702293830489930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105702293830489930' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105667154801495534</id><published>2003-06-27T07:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T07:52:28.033+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm going to have my 1st PE101 class in 10 minutes or so. I hope the teacher would be as good as my other teachers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I brought a lot of stuff today. I have a separate bag for my clothes and toiletries because I'm gonna be attending a birthday party later at 7pm. Luckily, I was able to rent a locker for this sem to put my stuff in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh... to be continued! Have to walk to the cov courts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105667154801495534?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105667154801495534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105667154801495534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105667154801495534' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105633482955490086</id><published>2003-06-23T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-27T07:49:07.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three posts in one day?!?! heheheh.. well, I just couldn't stop coming up with ideas. Besides, I still have 15 more minutes before my Theo class starts. Anyway, this post will be about school. Here's what I think of my subjects so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Th121 - Basic theo. My teacher reminds me so much of Ms. Abaya (from AA). She's young. In fact when she came in, I thought she was just a classmate. So did the other people. There was even a very audible gasp in the classroom when she introduced herself as our teacher. :) My impression of her is that she's gonna be generous with grades. She gives us PLUS points for recitation. That's a good sign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psy101 - Gen Psych. Can't really tell, but my teacher's kinda young too. He seems nice and fair. He promised us he'd give us multiple choice quizzes and exams. Whether that's an advantage or a disadvantage to me, I agree with his decision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ec102 - Basic Eco, Agrarian and Tax reform. Dr. Habito... (or Ciel) is a great teacher. He has a very detailed syllabus and a very effective teaching style. I hope I get an A. *wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fil14 - An in depth and historical look at Panitikan. All I can say is that I've never been impressed with a Fil teacher before as much as I am impressed with Sir Yapan. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ma20 - Calculus for Eco majors. Dr. Marcelo teaches very systematically and is an all around kind-hearted person. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;weee...!!! I like my teachers this sem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105633482955490086?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105633482955490086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105633482955490086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105633482955490086' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105633394311852219</id><published>2003-06-23T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-23T10:05:43.153+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah! I watched Donita's wedding last night and talked to Adrian on the phone afterwards (after God knows when). :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105633394311852219?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105633394311852219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105633394311852219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105633394311852219' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105633377213037621</id><published>2003-06-23T10:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-07-01T09:31:39.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Down with the kitschy-ness of the Daredevil movie!&lt;br /&gt;Down with the sappiness of Spiderman!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After enjoying "Hulk" more than I expected to and after seeing countless restless children in the theater complaining endlessly about the movie's pace and theme, I must say I am one with Roger Ebert in saying: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Whether "Hulk" will appeal to its primary audience--teenage science fiction fans &lt;/em&gt;(and children alike)&lt;em&gt;--is hard to say. No doubt it will set the usual box office records over the weekend, but will it reach audiences who will respond to its dramatic ambition? Ang Lee has boldly taken the broad outlines of a comic book story and transformed them to his own purposes; this is a comic book movie for people who wouldn't be caught dead at a comic book movie."&lt;/em&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/5422186-105633377213037621?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105633377213037621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105633377213037621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#105633377213037621' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105600924588908073</id><published>2003-06-19T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T15:54:05.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm having another "nothing else to do" break. My math homework's done, the thing I have to read for Filipino is still being photocopied, hmm... and I don't know what to do for the other subjects yet. My class won't start till 4:30 pm. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that 4:30 class, well, THAT 4:30 class is the reason why I have decided to put aside any of my (altruistic) political career this sem. I have to attend a regular meeting on Thursdays at 4:30 in order to be a responsible member of the council. Of course I couldn't commit to that because I do not want to sacrifice my responsibility as a student (who has a 4:30-6:00 pm class on T-Th). Besides, I feel that running as the block envoy of my new block and expecting my new block to approve of me may seem to be a bit too much of a welcome for a new blockmate. Oh well, I guess I could try next semester. Nonetheless, I will still continue to be active in the student council as a civilian volunteer (being that it is the most I could do for now). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*yawn* what a boring entry... :b I'll make sure to bring better news next time. Ciao! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105600924588908073?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105600924588908073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105600924588908073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105600924588908073' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105575541142366418</id><published>2003-06-16T17:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T17:23:31.443+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It was first day of school today. I had to go to school early in order to  add a subject to my load this sem. I went to school at 7:30 together with Glenn who had his first official college class at that very early hour. I haven't heard from him yet, but I do hope he had fun. :)  As for me... well, I got to attend my theo class (the class I added to my load) but the finishing touches of the process isn't over yet. The theo dept is still holding all requests for change of load and section. I have to go to school tomorrow at around 8  to finish it up before my economics class at 12 noon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things I need this sem. Every subject requires a book. I might just borrow or buy second hand books for my non major subjects like psychology and math. But for my eco subject, I 'll buy a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaah.... first day and I feel stressed already (even the weather didn't seem to give us a "warm" welcome... pun intended). I hope  the succeeding days will be less harsh on me...    &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105575541142366418?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105575541142366418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105575541142366418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#105575541142366418' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105555871446146729</id><published>2003-06-14T10:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-16T17:15:36.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Haha! I haven't updated my blog for eons. I've been busy with TnT training for ORSEM from June 7-9 7:00 am to 5:00 pm!!!! Then we had the real thing from June 11-13. All 6 days were absolutely fun! Everybody in the Tnt training we're hyped up playing 8-10 games everyday! Some people had too much fun that they lost their voice even before Tnt-ing. hehe! Anyway, I'll be posting some pictures from that day some time this week. I have to go fix some things for the coming sem.  Ta!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105555871446146729?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105555871446146729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105555871446146729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#105555871446146729' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105471826652993729</id><published>2003-06-04T17:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T17:17:46.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got this from Margie.. I don't have anything better to do.. hehehe.. Well, just a quick note, we went to Pampanga last Sunday to celebrate my 2nd cousin's 7th b-day. We went swimming that's why I'm kinda tan. (yuck tan lines!) The events that followed last Sunday's event will probably reflect on my answers to this &lt;em&gt;"survey thingie"&lt;/em&gt; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Start ]&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 4:51 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the date?: June 4, 2003 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you filling this out?: I'm in an internet cafe (and I don't have anything better to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Me ]&lt;br /&gt;Name: Anna Mae Terible Tuazon&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it: Yes because it is a combination of two of the most famous women in the bible St. Anne and Mother Mary. Anna.. Mae.. &lt;br /&gt;If you could change your first name, what would it be?: I don't want to change it... &lt;br /&gt;Age: 18 .. 19 in 2 months. aaahhhh...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DOB: Aug 17, 1984&lt;br /&gt;Height: barely 5 feet tall and proud of it (gulp) hehehe.. not really...&lt;br /&gt;Hair color: Dark brown with streaks thanks to the sun (but then again, streaks aren't the in-thing anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Eye color: Dark&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?: Taytay, Rizal&lt;br /&gt;Do you like it there?: Yeah.. because it's like Britney's song.. it's not a town not yet a city. (not a girl not yet a woman) WHAT?!?&lt;br /&gt;Why/Why not: Because that song was a hit. :b (aaaaahhh.. what's gotten into me.. )&lt;br /&gt;Where were you born?: QC.. De Los Santos&lt;br /&gt;Astrological sign: LEO&lt;br /&gt;Shoe Size: 6 ... 5 1/2 sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School: Ateneo de Manila University&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Family ]&lt;br /&gt;Parents' names: Mommy and Daddy... Nitz and Rollie :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any siblings?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;If so, what are their names and ages?: Glenn - 17&lt;br /&gt;Are your parents divorced/remarried/single?: Married&lt;br /&gt;Pets: none!&lt;br /&gt;Do you like your family: Definitely! We're practically a barkada (but with heirarchy) &lt;br /&gt;Favorite relative: My cousin Czan and tita Noy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Favorites ]&lt;br /&gt;Number: 17 1/2&lt;br /&gt;Color: Purple and Yellow... and just lately, I've started to like pink&lt;br /&gt;Car: Kimi Raikonnen's :)&lt;br /&gt;Season: Summer&lt;br /&gt;Holiday: My Birthday&lt;br /&gt;Month: August&lt;br /&gt;Day of the week: Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Grade so far: College sophomore&lt;br /&gt;Sport: ("I play a little of every sports."-Margie) gosh.. I hope I can say the same thing. :) heheheh.. But I like table tennis.. and umm.. does scrabble and mah jong count?? :)&lt;br /&gt;Class: Spanish :) and... Sana Eco.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Teacher so far: Ms. Roux, Ms. Abaya :) Sir Labella &lt;em&gt;(awww... James!! hehehhe... I'd have to admit magaling sya.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink: Tropical Ice, Iced White Mocha with Hazelnut or Irish Cream with Whip&lt;br /&gt;Candy: fox?&lt;br /&gt;Food: Anything that's not spicy&lt;br /&gt;Fruit: Banana! Apple (I always had an apple for recess, diba?) Kiwi!  &lt;br /&gt;Veggie: ummm.. artichoke&lt;br /&gt;Dessert: Aww my God... almost anything. Ice cream's on top of the list&lt;br /&gt;TV show: The Amazing Race, Who's Line Is It Anyway?, Shabby Chic, Oprah, Look for Less, FRIENDS!&lt;br /&gt;CD: &lt;em&gt;When I need comfort??? :)&lt;/em&gt; Beck's Midnight Vultures. :) and siyempre Revolver, Sgt Pepper's, Abbey Road.. the BEATLES! &lt;br /&gt;Movie: Gone with the Wind... (if I add another movie, this will turn out to be a very very long list) &lt;br /&gt;Song: On Bended Knee pa rin&lt;br /&gt;Word: Beautiful :)&lt;br /&gt;Phrase: "Oh my God"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(JUNE 5, 2003... continued..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Animal: stuffed... toys&lt;br /&gt;Flower: rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clothing store: hahaha.. secret&lt;br /&gt;Ice cream: pistachio, mint choco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ this or that ]&lt;br /&gt;Me/You: Me&lt;br /&gt;CD/Cassette: CD&lt;br /&gt;DVD/VCR: DVD&lt;br /&gt;Radio/CD: CD&lt;br /&gt;Jeans/Khakis: Jeans&lt;br /&gt;Car/Truck: Car&lt;br /&gt;Corvette/Camero: Corvette&lt;br /&gt;Strong/Weak: Strong!!&lt;br /&gt;Upset/Pissed: pissed.. definitely&lt;br /&gt;Tall/Short: short :b&lt;br /&gt;Lunch/Dinner: Lunch&lt;br /&gt;Abercrombie/Hollister: Abercrombie&lt;br /&gt;Gap/Old Navy: Gap&lt;br /&gt;Nsync/BSB: Justin Timberlake (he has re-invented himself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Britney/Christina: N/A&lt;br /&gt;Love/Lust: Love (w/ a little lust. :b)&lt;br /&gt;Gone In 60 Seconds/The Fast and the Furious: Gone in 60 seconds (just because it was the movie my barkada and I watched on my 16th b-day)&lt;br /&gt;Inside/Outside: Outside.. (the house) Inside (the mall)&lt;br /&gt;Silver/Gold: Gold.. always believe in your soul.. you've got the power to.. eerrr.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Piercings/Tattoos: na&lt;br /&gt;Football/Basketball: basketball :) (I don't even understand football completely.. Unlike basketball.. I can pinpoint something like a "physical taunting foul" hehehe)&lt;br /&gt;Thunder/Lightning: Thunder&lt;br /&gt;This/That: This (side... Nickelcreek! :b)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Friends ]&lt;br /&gt;Who is your best girl friend?: Ari, Kate, (BARKADA!!!!!), Cousin Princess :), Jack, Belay&lt;br /&gt;Guy friend?: Brother Glenn, Adrian, Mike, James, Borgy and MJ&lt;br /&gt;Do you get along with people easily?: Yeah, I suppose.&lt;br /&gt;Why/Why not: I can make them smile. :)&lt;br /&gt;Who have you known the longest?: Lyndel my first ever bestfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you dislike the most?: None at the moment.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Was your crush/bf/gf a close friend before you liked them?: If ever I did have one.. yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Craziest: that would have to be.. me and ari! :)&lt;br /&gt;Loudest: err... my friends are refined. :) hahahha.. :) but we can get a bit loud&lt;br /&gt;Funniest: Ari, Glenn, .. Mike (just because we have the same wavelength most of the time) :) hehehe&lt;br /&gt;Quietest: Kate (not anymore) MJ (not anymore)&lt;br /&gt;Sweetest: Tintin, Burn, Margie :)&lt;br /&gt;Most caring: I am. Adrian too..&lt;br /&gt;Most understanding: All of my friends :)&lt;br /&gt;Best dressed: Ari Olympia (hands down)&lt;br /&gt;Biggest flirt: Glenn!! :b hahaha.. jk!&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to have a 2 year relationship: I hope Hearty and Mark Ong :) &lt;br /&gt;Cutest couple: Tintin and Jako :).. oh yah.. Naj and Jhun :b&lt;br /&gt;Most loyal: all&lt;br /&gt;Most athletic: Margie (the soccer player, skater.. who also plays basketball, tennis, etc), Hearty (a wow soccer player) and Ari (the amphibian) :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to date &gt;ONE&lt; guy friend, who would you date and why?: (coughs)&lt;br /&gt;If you were the opposite sex, which member of the same sex (as you are now) would you date and why?: madonna :b&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to be on America's Most Wanted: Borgy.. :b&lt;br /&gt;Most likely to be a stripper: hahaha.. I won't tell&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: Ari, Kate, Hearty&lt;br /&gt;Teacher: Myself&lt;br /&gt;Stay at home Mom: Burn :) &lt;br /&gt;Smartest: Mike, Glenn&lt;br /&gt;Who would do anything for a thousand dollars?: almost everybody&lt;br /&gt;Who has the nicest parents?: Kate and me :)&lt;br /&gt;Who is like your adopted sister/brother?: Ari, Kate, Mike and baby James :b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Love + Relationships ]&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a bf/gf?: na&lt;br /&gt;If not, do you have a crush?: None at the moment &lt;br /&gt;If your single, why do you think you are?: because I choose to be.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Past ]&lt;br /&gt;If you could take back one thing you did, what would it be and why?: eating A LOT as a kid&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any regrets?: eating way toooooo much&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you said: "hahaha... yah.. dumb and dumberer"&lt;br /&gt;Last song you heard: spaghetting pababa.. (hehehehhe.. Mom's watching Eat Bulaga)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: porkchop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to: Glenn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Present ]&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing right now?: Typing and chatting with margie and joy&lt;br /&gt;What CD is in your CD player?: Revolver&lt;br /&gt;Are you cold?: (I think I've heard Adrian say this to me before..)&lt;br /&gt;How are you sitting?: upright &lt;br /&gt;Is there music on?: "Laban o Bawi"&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 2:05 pm&lt;br /&gt;Where are your parents?: Mom's at home.. Dad's in the airport&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Future ]&lt;br /&gt;How old will you be when you graduate high school?: I graduated 14 months ago, when I was 17.&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to get married?: Yes of course&lt;br /&gt;Although you cant tell who you'll marry, is there anyone you'd wish it would be? hmmm.. sometimes :)&lt;br /&gt;Are you going to have children?: Yes, I hope so.&lt;br /&gt;If yes, how many?: 2... 3 at the most :)&lt;br /&gt;What will you name them?: Tiffany (from the store) and Friedrich (from the sound of music) :)&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to go to college?: I am in college.. (God,... I knew this was made for High School Kids)&lt;br /&gt;Which college: University.. ADMU &lt;br /&gt;What kind of job will you have: You know what.. I think I want to be a news anchor for business news&lt;br /&gt;What's your expectations for when your 25?: Lovin' my job and my life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Have you ever ]&lt;br /&gt;Drank: Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Smoked: No... never&lt;br /&gt;Skinny Dipped: When I was younger &lt;br /&gt;Prank called the police: no&lt;br /&gt;Been followed, etc. by the police: nooo &lt;br /&gt;Been high: with love?? yes :b&lt;br /&gt;Done drugs: legal drugs :)&lt;br /&gt;If so, what?: the one they found in Jun Limpot's urine sample.. from Rhinopront :)&lt;br /&gt;Met someone off the net: Oh yes.. hehehe .. and they have been close friends &lt;br /&gt;Been in a fist fight: nah&lt;br /&gt;Punched your sibling/parent: no.. :)&lt;br /&gt;Wished you'd die: no&lt;br /&gt;Tried to commit suicide: No.&lt;br /&gt;Broken a bone: no.. I'm a good girl&lt;br /&gt;Driven illegally: no&lt;br /&gt;Thrown things at your parents: no&lt;br /&gt;Ran away: No&lt;br /&gt;Filled out a survey this long: Nope. This by far, is the longest ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Others ]&lt;br /&gt;Do you write in cursive or print?: I am cursive girl&lt;br /&gt;Are you a lefty, righty, or ambidextrous: Righty.&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in God?: YES&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of rainbows?: I think of prisms&lt;br /&gt;Do you have any piercings/tattoos?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;If so, where?: One on each ear.&lt;br /&gt;If not, do you want any, where?: &lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Eminem?: I'd rather have a poster of him, than him in the flesh :)&lt;br /&gt;Is Tupac Shakur really dead?: Yes.. because he said he'd be back from the dead in 7 years.. Where's he now?&lt;br /&gt;What do you think of Britney and Justin?: They've broken up..&lt;br /&gt;If you could live anywhere else, where would you live?: Quezon City.. heheh&lt;br /&gt;Do you drive?: No.&lt;br /&gt;Do you have braces or glasses?: Glasses, yes... unfortunately &lt;br /&gt;Like milk and cookies? Yes.&lt;br /&gt;Ever worn black nail polish?: no.. but I've worn pink, blue and orange&lt;br /&gt;Do you do things even when your parents say no?: no... because it never gets to a point when I'd do something my parents disapprove of. :)&lt;br /&gt;Ever taken anything from a hotel?: Yes.. soaps and stationeries&lt;br /&gt;Did you talk to your crush/bf/gf today?: err&lt;br /&gt;If so, for how long?: err&lt;br /&gt;If not, why not?: err&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this is stupidly long?: No.. it's amusingly long&lt;br /&gt;Did you like it?: Yes&lt;br /&gt;Why/Why not: I feel peachy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ Finish ]&lt;br /&gt;What time is it?: 2:19pm &lt;br /&gt;What is the date?: June 5, 2003&lt;br /&gt;Why did you just do this?: Yesterday, I was bored.. Today, I just want to finish what I've started :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105471826652993729?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105471826652993729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105471826652993729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105471826652993729' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105426570888632029</id><published>2003-05-30T11:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-30T11:35:09.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got to watch Tanging Ina and Bruce Almighty yesterday. :) Tanging Ina was funny and was relatively good for a Filipino movie. The characterization of each of Ai Ai's children were mostly sufficient. And despite the number of the supporting cast, the movie still centered on Ai Ai. Bruce Almighty was funny too. :) Look for Ebert's review in &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com"&gt;suntimes&lt;/a&gt;. He practically puts the right words in my mouth about this movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhhh......... SAN ANTONIO SPURS DON'T WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105426570888632029?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105426570888632029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105426570888632029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105426570888632029' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105410942584954172</id><published>2003-05-28T16:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T16:10:25.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh wait, I just have to tell you a story about yesterday. Yesterday was Mah Jong day! heheheh.. Well, technically, there's no "Mah Jong" day at home but we played mah jong from 5:00pm to midnight yesterday and since our day starts at noon, we practically did nothing but play mah jong yesterday. :) We ended having a 10:4:4:2 record.. Glenn was the one who won 10 games (his 10th win ultimately decided when we would stop playing), Mom and I had 4 wins each and Dad... well.. he told us he let us all win. :) &lt;br /&gt;It's a good thing then we didn't use real money, just colored chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must admit, last night was the most fun I had playing mah jong. I don't play often and I don't win often either. I think I did pretty well yesterday. :) But then, there's Glenn with his 10 wins... Oh well.. heheh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105410942584954172?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105410942584954172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105410942584954172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105410942584954172' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105410828306996670</id><published>2003-05-28T15:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:51:23.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's Wednesday! There are a couple of new movies opening today but we won't be able to watch any of them because it's still raining outside.. dang! Anyway, we might get to watch them some other time. As for now, I'll just stay at home and day dream. ahhhh.. I'm not in the mood to write.. or type. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;movies I want to watch:&lt;br /&gt;Frida&lt;br /&gt;Bruce Almighty&lt;br /&gt;Finding Nemo&lt;br /&gt;(maybe) Tanging Ina&lt;br /&gt;and there's another one.. hmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;Bangkok Haunted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105410828306996670?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105410828306996670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105410828306996670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105410828306996670' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105400751664740259</id><published>2003-05-27T11:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T11:59:24.230+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've always been receiving an e-mail entitled "birthday meanings" but never really looked at it. Just today somebody sent the same e-mail again. I checked it out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked for the heading that said &lt;strong&gt;"If you were born on the 17th...."&lt;/strong&gt; and read along. The description wasn't me AT ALL.. I was ready to delete the e-mail. But it was just such a popular e-mail that I knew it had to be good somehow. So I read &lt;strong&gt;"If you were born on the 16th"&lt;/strong&gt; thinking that since this thing started in the US or some part of the world where I was born on Aug 16 and not 17, the description for the 16th might match my personality.. and true enough, it does.. &lt;em&gt;almost&lt;/em&gt; perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always follow the good and the right instead of listening to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Another word, you are a perfectionist. You care for every word people say&lt;br /&gt;about you. You often seen isolated while you are, by nature, curious and a&lt;br /&gt;dreamer who is ready to get over the edge to make&lt;br /&gt;your dream comes true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Not that I'm seen isolated, but there's a big part of me that values spending time alone -- reflecting. For one, I prefer studying alone than doing group study. But other than that I am always with a group of peers. But I'm pretty choosy with friends though, so sometimes technically, I am alone with them. And yeah! The first part is sooooo true. I'd follow the good and right over what I really want. It works for me. I am kept away from any mishap most of the time. Thus it follows too that I want perfection and excellence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You often fall in love with a person who is much different from you, in age&lt;br /&gt;and other aspects. Your relationship grows on friendship. Love at fist sight&lt;br /&gt;is not your style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes I am not a "looks" person. What I look for in a person first is wit, then intelligence, then responsibility. heheh.. and I guess I wouldn't know that a person has all those things until I really get to know him. As for "Falling in love with a person much different" from me??? ummm.. Falling in love could be too strong a phrase but yes, I do tend to be inclined to being very good friends with older people or foreigners. &lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheh.. NOW because of that accurate assessment of my personality I can say that this is one of my favorite e-mails ever... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah.. If you know my brother, you'll enjoy reading the meaning of his birthday too: :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are outgoing and love to be at the center of attention. From the&lt;br /&gt;outside, you may seem flashy, flirty, and tricky but your true self is&lt;br /&gt;strong, full of hope to be the leader. When you&lt;br /&gt;fail to convince someone, you will get frustrated, and perhaps let your&lt;br /&gt;temper shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are emotional. Many can win your heart at once, but not for long. This&lt;br /&gt;is why you hardly win a decent relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hahaha.. this is soooooooo like him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105400751664740259?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105400751664740259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105400751664740259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105400751664740259' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105392472896424266</id><published>2003-05-26T12:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-28T15:53:29.320+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's a rainy Monday morning. I got up early. I was supposed to go to school to fix my load for next sem. But then the rain started pouring down really hard and our basement got flooded so I decided not to go out anymore. Then, my angels for today, Jack and James, texted me to tell me that I don't have to go to school to fix my sched now because the person in the Acad. Affairs dept just told them to fix everything up for reg. Jack and James saved me an hour long trip that wouldn't have been productive anyway. So thanks to them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when I will continue the &lt;strong&gt;Soundtrack of my Life&lt;/strong&gt; list yet. I'm not yet in the mood. :) Maybe later today, or tomorrow, or next week , or next year.. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not yet ready to launch this page to the public.. I still have to fix the format. Today, I'll add the slogan of the page near my pic. It's something I thought up last night after seeing the page of that young girl who committed suicide a couple of days ago. Her page was really kinda dark and sordid. It was a depressing page filled with sad thoughts and so much pain. It was practically her suicide note. Creepy... But I really feel she was just putting a front. She was just confused. She just wanted to seem like a b*tch.. but really she's just a lost soul. Well, anyway, this is the "antipage" to hers even if I don't personally know her. She has just inspired me to keep this page nice and sunny yet truthful. :) (The truth doesn't always have to be sad, right?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105392472896424266?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105392472896424266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105392472896424266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105392472896424266' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105384178382347040</id><published>2003-05-25T13:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-25T13:49:44.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The unfiltered, uncensored &lt;strong&gt;soundtrack of my life&lt;/strong&gt;. Unlike other people who try to edit out the corny songs and force in "cool" songs that never really became a part of their lives, this list is an honest-to-goodness list. (&lt;em&gt;I promise you'll have a good laugh. :)&lt;/em&gt;):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Baget's Soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt; - My mom attributes my having dimples to watching Aga Mulach in Bagets and being utterly delighted of his dimples while she was in her first trimester.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Ghost Busters&lt;/strong&gt; -  This song hit #1 in the US Billboard chart the day I was born. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Rico Mambo and the Conga &lt;/strong&gt;- Ahhh.. probably the first song I danced to in front of a crowd. I used to put a pair of shorts on &lt;br /&gt;each of my arms and pretend that I was Latina (despite the chinky eyes and fair skin).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;Shake Body Body Dancer &lt;/strong&gt;- err.. Thanks Maricel Soriano. This dance craze proved to be a great crowd pleaser during Glenn's 1st birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. &lt;strong&gt;Papa Don't Preach &lt;/strong&gt;- I ran around the house in my undies, paired with "aircool" sando and a gigantic red ribbon in my 2 inch long hair singing this. :) (with invented lyrics of course). I remember my Dad telling me never to really mean this song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. &lt;strong&gt;Nothing's Gonna Change My Love for You &lt;/strong&gt;- not really a mid 80's song, but my dad used to put me to sleep with this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. &lt;strong&gt;Like a Virgin &lt;/strong&gt;- I used to roll around the bed with blankets and all singing as if I understood the lyrics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. &lt;strong&gt;Minsan Pa Yakapin Mo Ako&lt;/strong&gt;- a song by Joey Albert that my tita Noy loooooved.. I'd sing this to her in my soprano 1 voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;strong&gt;Electric Youth &lt;/strong&gt;- Debbie Gibson! heheheh.. I memorized the MTV of this song -- from the outfits to the dance steps -- from start to finish.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;strong&gt;Footloose&lt;/strong&gt; - Who remembers the show "Kid Songs"???? My God! This song was #1 for like 5 weeks. My Mom, Dad, bro and I would dance this in Luneta and have lots of fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. a couple of &lt;strong&gt;Milli Vanilli&lt;/strong&gt; songs - Glenn and I loved Milli Vanilli ....... At one point he called me Milli and he was Vanilli.. Imagine a 4 year old and a 3 year old imitating Milli Vanilli... (shudders) At least we didn't lip synch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. theme from &lt;strong&gt;the Twilight zone &lt;/strong&gt;- when I was in kinder I wanted to be a director so whenever I was with my friends in the bus, I would make up scary stories and let my busmates act. My 1st ever best friend, Lyndel, would always be the lead star. And I would hum the theme from the Twilight zone all throughout the execution of my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. &lt;strong&gt;Hazel Bishop, Jollibee, Palmolive commercial jingles &lt;/strong&gt;- hahahahha... :) as kids growing up in the 80's, who didn't enjoy commercial jingles on TV?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. &lt;strong&gt;Babaero, Yakapyakap &lt;/strong&gt;- Randy Santiago.. my brother used to like him (but don't blame him, he was only 3 YO then).. When Paikot-ikot was released, it was the end of my brother's fanaticism and ultimately of Randy's career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. &lt;strong&gt;Sadami, Mga Kababayan Ko &lt;/strong&gt;- early 90's Filipino Rap... ahhh.. those were the days when you can talk about issues and do the "running man" at the same time without being laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. &lt;strong&gt;Ice, Ice Baby &lt;/strong&gt;- Vanilla Ice versus MC Hammer.... hmm.. hehehe :) I remember dancing Ice Ice Baby doing the reverse of the running man calle the "Roger Rabbit" in a beach in Olongapo.. that was fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. &lt;strong&gt;Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles &lt;/strong&gt;- teenage mutant ninja turtles.. heroes in a half-shell, TURTLE POWER! Their the world's most fiersome fighting team... When the evil Shredder attacks, this turtle (boys/force???), they'll come they'll strike!! :) ahhhhh... when these boys came out, my Barbies started dumping Ken and going out with the turtles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. &lt;strong&gt;I'm too Sexy &lt;/strong&gt;-  even before I came to know what a catwalk was, I knew this song by heart.. I remember rehearsing my sexy voice for this song. (sexy wasn't such a bad adult word after all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.&lt;strong&gt; Ledge Dancing &lt;/strong&gt;- hahahah... I really don't know when this craze started but I remember how fun this was to dance.. I loved sliding from side to side.. running around.. jumping. But as soon as I saw Maribeth Bichara dancing .. well.. I kinda forced myself to not like ledge dancing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. &lt;strong&gt;the BEATLES!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;/strong&gt;- ahhhh... too many songs to mention... they kept us company during the brownout days with Cory Aquino. And unexpectedly.. this past time turn out to be one of the most fruitful years of our relationship with music. (and.. I had a huge crush on Paul .. then on John.. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. &lt;strong&gt;Oh Carol, Oh Carolina, How Gee, Aloha, the Hawaiian wedding song, Boom Shack a Lack&lt;/strong&gt; - I was a member of our school's dance club in grade 3 that's why everytime I get the chance to show off during my Dad's company's parties, I would.. these are the songs I danced to. :) (BTW, believe it or not, I choreographed my dance steps...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. &lt;strong&gt;The Sign &lt;/strong&gt;- and other Ace of Base songs.. again, I liked them because I could dance to them.. but Glenn liked them because he thought the blonde girl was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. &lt;strong&gt;Come Holy Spirit &lt;/strong&gt;- I don't really remember which teacher taught us this song, but after not being able to walk for a month after an unexplainable illness, this song became my mantra during troubling times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. &lt;strong&gt;Macarena&lt;/strong&gt; - ahhhhh!!! :) hehehehe... Didn't you just love doing the "haah!!!" at the end of the song?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. &lt;strong&gt;Country House, to the End, End of a Century, Parklife&lt;/strong&gt; - Blur and Damon Albarn.. (suddenly.. I began to had taste. And I don't mean just musical taste.. oooohhhh.... Damon.... :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. &lt;strong&gt;Every Now and then &lt;/strong&gt;- Casper soundtrack?? So sue me... I was in grade 5 then I think, and this song reminds me of the days when I first had a barkada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. &lt;strong&gt;On Bended Knee, I Swear, I'll Make Love to You, I Can Love you Like That&lt;/strong&gt; - *sigh* :) On Bended Knee is still my favorite song to this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. &lt;strong&gt;Fantasy, Always be my Baby&lt;/strong&gt; - back in the days when Mariah was still cool and Fantasy was called a breakthrough song of sorts... these songs remind me of being in grade 6 and meeting the person who I call best friend .. (Ari! ) :) I remember the PE presentation we did using dumbells and exercising to the tune of Fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. &lt;strong&gt;Hanson and other boy bands&lt;/strong&gt; - Never liked boy bands.. but I was vicariously hooked because all my friends liked Taylor Hanson, Nick Carter... etc... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahhhh.... to be continued some day. :) The last song in this list ends the soundtrack of my toddler to grade school phase. The next list will begin with the songs that define my 1st year in High School.. Watch out for it. It will be such an odd list.  :) heheh.. ta! &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/5422186-105384178382347040?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105384178382347040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105384178382347040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#105384178382347040' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105376885729553234</id><published>2003-05-24T17:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T17:55:32.946+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hello again. Ok.. So I just found out that if I don't edit my diaryland account, it will be deleted. In order to solve that problem, I have decided to post some of my favorite entries from diaryland.&lt;br /&gt;2003-05-14 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table BORDER COLS=1 WIDTH="50%" BGCOLOR="#FFCCFF" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td ALIGN=LEFT&gt;&lt;font color="black"&gt;&lt;font face="times new roman" size=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;P&gt;I was going over my old page and saw this slum book type of questionnaire I filled out when I was 15. Let's see how things have changed shall we? :)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;(my comments are italicized)&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Who are your best friends? Ari, Kring, Weeshtix!!, my bro &lt;i&gt;Yes! They still are indeed.. Except that we don't call our barkada weeshtix anymore..:b&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;If you’re a girl, what kind of makeup do you use? brand? I hate make-up! it's sticky!! but sometimes my aunt puts lipstick on me..it's kinda cute but I still don't like make-up! &lt;i&gt;I don't mind putting on lipstick, lipgloss, and eye shadow now.. :) hehehe.. No wonder my lips made me look anemic before &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What kind of shampoo and conditioner do you use? both clairol herbal essence &lt;i&gt; ah-ah.. I experienced hair loss because of clairol.. so no more clairol for me!! I'm using Lux Super rich with ceramides plus (hehehe.. buo!) and creamsilk light with baby oil&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Is your hair short or long? it's more or less long &lt;i&gt; I think it's shorter now than when I filled this out &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Do you like to shop? are you kidding!?!? &lt;i&gt; yea! are you kidding??!? &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What sports do you play? swimming, softball, I wanna play basketball with my bro one of these days &lt;i&gt; softball?!? Where did that come from? hehehe. All the rest still hold true though &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What is your favorite animal? those that don't bite (i.e. stuffed toys..hehe)&lt;i&gt; I am more horrified than ever of dogs and other creatures that bite &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What are you most scared of? scary looking dogs &lt;i&gt; hear hear! some things never change &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What do you do for fun? stare blankly on a wall..just kidding..I SHOP! &lt;i&gt; wee!!! strike 2 &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Who are/were your crushes? celebrities..never had a BIG crush on any real life person.. &lt;i&gt; up to now :) &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Do you look like anyone famous? kris aquino (ex-presidential daughter) or Lyn Ching (??) &lt;i&gt; who doesn't know kris? hehehe :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Do you think you're attractive? I don't attract, I charm! :) heheh.. J/K! &lt;i&gt; nah.. I wasnt' kidding &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Do you sleep on your stomach, side, or back? usually I sleep on my stomach (bad bad!)&lt;i&gt; yah.. I still do.. bad bad &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Do you sleep with stuffed animals? yeah!! 15 of them!!! :) I kiss them all gud night! &lt;i&gt; just 7 of them now.. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What is your favorite soda? sprite &lt;i&gt; yah! &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What things do you say a lot? shyucks! omi God, yuck, ganun?, (tama ba naman) yon, ngeek!, ayun &lt;i&gt; oh my God, really?, wooow, and yeah I still say shucks instead of sh*t :) &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Are you serious, loud, happy, or shy type? can be serious if I want to, can be loud occasionally, always happy, me shy?!? &lt;i&gt; hahaha.. I definitely am still the same &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;What kind of car do you have? ngeek! &lt;i&gt; shucks!:) heheh.. might have one soon &lt;/i&gt; &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Who is the coolest person in the world? wholesome and nice rap singers like Will Smith :) &lt;i&gt; huh??? what the?? :) hehehe... I don't even like Will Smith now. Jesus was really cool as a man. :) and as a God too of course &lt;/i&gt;  &lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;Who is the ugliest person you know? bad people are ugly &lt;i&gt; hahah! yes...beautifully put by an innocent 15 year old.. true. my new motto: perception is the root of all ugliness &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;&lt;/P&gt;&lt;P&gt;hahaha.. I can't go on.. marami pa but I have to go do something. Ta!&lt;/P&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105376885729553234?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105376885729553234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105376885729553234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105376885729553234' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5422186.post-105376547897369619</id><published>2003-05-24T16:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-05-24T17:21:07.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have finally decided to break free from the clutches of diaryland and have created a diary.. err .. a BLOG in blogspot.com.. I don't really have much to write about at the moment because I am still in the tedious process of figuring out how to manipulate this baby. As of the moment, I am relying on a template provided by blog and I'm just changing the variables in order to suit my needs. I'm pretty much getting the hang of this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5422186-105376547897369619?l=summerpastels.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105376547897369619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5422186/posts/default/105376547897369619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://summerpastels.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#105376547897369619' title=''/><author><name>Anna Mae</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01630962750594632104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
