<?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:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779</id><updated>2010-10-14T08:27:30.127+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haus of Anne Marie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-959461944823052258</id><published>2010-05-05T10:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T10:01:43.773+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tumblr'/><title type='text'>tumblr</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_93346446"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://amemarie.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'M NOW ON tumblr!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yes! I created another blog on a different platform. It's much easier to post something senseless&amp;nbsp; (or something sensible but extremely short) on tumblr than on blogger. Yey! :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-959461944823052258?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/959461944823052258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/05/tumblr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/959461944823052258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/959461944823052258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/05/tumblr.html' title='tumblr'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-3318171520700559915</id><published>2010-05-01T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T16:40:52.393+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Elections'/><title type='text'>Of this Year's Philippine Elections</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are graduating at a time when the country is about to select the men and women who will lead it in the next six years. I urge you all to take an active hand in the process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The above paragraph was the last statement from the graduation message by the President of the University of the Philippines. &lt;a href="http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-new-world.html"&gt;Like I said&lt;/a&gt;, I just graduated last Wednesday. Now that I'm officially free from school, the other thing that is constantly in my mind aside from unemployment (actually I think I'm going to be employed real soon) is the elections.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I registered last year so that I can finally vote for the first time this year. Mind you, I may not bother so much about politics but growing up with a father like mine is like exposing myself to a blabbering newspaper. I meant that literally, my father does read the newspaper out loud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;With that, I thought I would not have to hassle myself in deciding which of the candidates I should vote for. I figured I should let my father decide for me. While my father is a lot more informed than I am regarding these candidates, I still believe he is a very biased man and keeps a closed mind on most times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;One day as I was watching Umagang Kay Ganda, Spongecola was in the show. Though these may not be the exact words of the lead vocalist (Yael Yuzon), I think his message for the young voters was like this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ngayon na malapit na ang elections, kailangan naka research na ang mga kabataan sa mga kandidato na kanilang iboboto.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For those who have done their homework and thoroughly researched all the candidates, I salute you all. And for the others, it is not too late. While survey results give us an idea of the general preferences of a certain sample size, this should not be the only basis for us to decide who of the candidates we should vote. Let us all do our part, and let us do it well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As a former Iskolar ng Bayan, I wish for our country's welfare and I urge everyone to vote wisely. As long as there are forces who do not succumb to the evil entities from the government, I know there is still hope for our country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-3318171520700559915?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3318171520700559915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-this-years-philippine-elections.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/3318171520700559915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/3318171520700559915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/05/of-this-years-philippine-elections.html' title='Of this Year&apos;s Philippine Elections'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-5419894197782407113</id><published>2010-04-29T21:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T21:15:47.083+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unemployment'/><title type='text'>A Whole New World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So it has been a while since I updated my blog. Hahaha shame on me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, so I finally graduated. Yey! I never did have any plans staying more than 4 years being a Computer Science student. The dilemma I have right now though is unemployment and too much free time to take care of. I was so used to just have my eyes on school and now that I'm finally rid of it, I don't know how to deal with all of my free time. Yes, yes. My hobbies should take care of my problem. But for the meantime, most of my hobbies involve my netbook, which is not with me right now. I seriously should find a new hobby. Exercise perhaps? Cooking? Finally make friends here in our place? Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A whole new world! I'm 20, unemployed, bored and unemployed. Am I worried I'm unemployed? Of course not. I get to sleep anytime I want and just lay around doing nothing as long as I desire. But the longer I do these, the more I feel my brain cells dying. I once came to a point wherein I miss doing my thesis. I miss the nights wherein I research for some useful information and end up finding nothing. I long for the moments when I fear for myself, when the pressure of exams and thesis were too overwhelming that I end up skipping some meals. Lol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, good luck to me. I did decline &lt;i&gt;some&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;job offers. I don't know if that's really bad, I'm just trying to find something that suites me well (in every aspect). Still waiting for a schedule of a final interview and an examination.. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-5419894197782407113?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5419894197782407113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-new-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/5419894197782407113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/5419894197782407113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/04/whole-new-world.html' title='A Whole New World'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-2707042116701953398</id><published>2010-02-07T19:16:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T19:18:21.973+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FormSpring Questions'/><title type='text'>FormSpring Submissions: February 1 - 7, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;What would you do on a lazy &lt;span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1265541226_1" style="background: none repeat scroll 0% 0% transparent; border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;"&gt;Saturday night&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aside from finding me on Facebook, well, I do some academic stuff. Not exactly a lazy Saturday night, noh? But seriously, if you would ask me about how I usually spend my Saturday nights, I'm just at home if I don't have friends invite me over to hang out with them. Then I am online, download some stuff, watch television and talk with my siblings or parents.. Sometimes, I avoid the world and just sit on one corner, staring blankly into space. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love you Ame. Do you love me too? :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Right.. Who are you? Hehehe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/anneformspring"&gt;Keep those "interesting" questions coming!&lt;/a&gt; lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-2707042116701953398?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2707042116701953398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspring-submissions-february-1-7.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/2707042116701953398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/2707042116701953398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspring-submissions-february-1-7.html' title='FormSpring Submissions: February 1 - 7, 2010'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-1781664212563452522</id><published>2010-02-01T08:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T08:45:42.988+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FormSpring Questions'/><title type='text'>FormSpring Submissions: January 31 - February 1, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Am I yummy?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Why? Are you food? But if you're not and you're that guy from Gokusen, then you probably are.. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Do you think James is gay? Or is he just pretending to get a chance to  be with the girls?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I strongly believe James is gay. And one of the many perks of being gay is that you get to be with girls. So I'm sorry, if you're a girl who's falling for James I suggest that you start moving on. But if you're a boy and never had any luck with girls, then I suggest you start acting gay! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Humana ka sa imong sp?&lt;/i&gt; Are you done with your sp? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I wish I could say yes but.. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Something is bothering me. I'll only say it if you &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/anneformspring"&gt;ask me about it&lt;/a&gt;.. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-1781664212563452522?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1781664212563452522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspring-submissions-january-31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/1781664212563452522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/1781664212563452522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/02/formspring-submissions-january-31.html' title='FormSpring Submissions: January 31 - February 1, 2010'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-5835508422828557354</id><published>2010-01-30T19:29:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T20:03:30.366+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FormSpring Questions'/><title type='text'>FormSpring Submissions: January 25, 2010</title><content type='html'>Lol. It took me a few days to answer this question. Read on to understand why.. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Want to rekindle a feeling for an ex?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After how many revisions, this is my final answer: It's not that I don't want it to happen, it's just that I don't think about it so much. I can deal with my life with or without a boyfriend, so I don't know. All I know is that I just want to graduate on time! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Wrote this post for the very first time using my new netbook! Happiness.. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/S2QZGnaKUgI/AAAAAAAAACE/SQG8RSI2yTM/s1600-h/IMG_2715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/S2QZGnaKUgI/AAAAAAAAACE/SQG8RSI2yTM/s320/IMG_2715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bit.ly/anneformspring"&gt;Ask me more questions now&lt;/a&gt;! Hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-5835508422828557354?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/5835508422828557354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspring-submissions-january-25-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/5835508422828557354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/5835508422828557354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspring-submissions-january-25-2010.html' title='FormSpring Submissions: January 25, 2010'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/S2QZGnaKUgI/AAAAAAAAACE/SQG8RSI2yTM/s72-c/IMG_2715.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-8408162704917060013</id><published>2010-01-25T06:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:29:22.159+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FormSpring Questions'/><title type='text'>FormSpring Submissions: January 24, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is going to be a real quickie. Haha. Thank you for the questions! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Don't you find me attractive? ~miki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kim? Ikaw ba yan? Haha. Miki, why did you have to put your name? Don't I find you attractive? I find you not as an eye sore.. Safe enough? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who's your ultimate crush?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What does ultimate crush mean anyway? As of now, I have none. And I'm not even making that up.. Haha. Well, I do like a couple of guys which is totally normal for me. But I don't have my eyes set on a new guy yet. So yeah.. lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unsa na ang pornographic question? &lt;/i&gt;What is a pornographic question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;An excellent question! If you find the question you are about to ask me offensive, or you think might offend me, then that my friend is a pornographic question. Lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Who you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I am who you perceive me to be. However, your perception could be faulty. But I really don't care.. :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Keep your questions coming! &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/anneformspring"&gt;Submit them now&lt;/a&gt;! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-8408162704917060013?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8408162704917060013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspring-submissions-january-24-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/8408162704917060013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/8408162704917060013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspring-submissions-january-24-2010.html' title='FormSpring Submissions: January 24, 2010'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-3729680203724153841</id><published>2010-01-22T04:43:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T04:50:54.687+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FormSpring Questions'/><title type='text'>FormSpring Submissions: January 21, 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wow. I haven't updated this blog ever since 2010 came so.. Yeah.. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uhm, so here's the thing. I made &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/anneformspring"&gt;another form using FormSpring&lt;/a&gt; because I was bored. And people can basically use it to ask me random questions and I shall never know who they are. Isn't it exciting? Lol. But anyway, so far, there are only 2 submissions. I'm not expecting the number of questions to skyrocket, but it would be fun to have some "strangers" ask me some questions, no?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Are you open-minded?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Am I not? Haha. Uhm, yes.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Ever found a love that you thought you couldn't get over?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Truth be told, I always tell myself that I can always get over any love affair. I mean, you cry over it for how many days (or weeks or months or years), eventually get tired of doing it and boom! You're finally okay. Or, they all say it's all in the mind and we shall all blame it on the routine. So you try to "reconstruct" your brain, find some things to distract you from the usual stuff (routine) and sooner or later, you would forget you ever had that love affair. Haha how harsh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;But amidst those so called techniques, the answer to the question is yes. You can spot me crushing on some new guy or ranting about how I don't want to have a new boyfriend but you'll never know. It is hard to figure out the real emotions of a phlegmatic. Lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wow. I'd love to answer more questions. So please (yes I'm begging), if you just find yourself bored or bothered about something or you simply want to extract the truth out from this being named Anne Marie, &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/anneformspring"&gt;submit your questions now&lt;/a&gt;! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-3729680203724153841?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3729680203724153841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspring-submissions-january-21-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/3729680203724153841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/3729680203724153841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2010/01/formspring-submissions-january-21-2010.html' title='FormSpring Submissions: January 21, 2010'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-1022133182172477248</id><published>2009-12-19T22:56:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-19T23:01:02.234+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>BSCS - 4 Christmas Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I can still remember the day I turned 18. Have you ever felt that you were too young for your age? Or that your age is too old for you? (Are you confused yet? HAHA) Well, that feeling worsened when I turned 20. But why am I talking about my age?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs019.snc3/12649_106660636011143_100000016217034_176916_3767373_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc3/hs019.snc3/12649_106660636011143_100000016217034_176916_3767373_n.jpg" width="196" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Coz it was all kid stuff when we had our Christmas Party in Family Park last December 18, 2009. :]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Computer science seniors forgot about their academic problems and played under the sun for this year's Christmas party. I wasn't exactly excited when I found out we were going to spend our afternoon running under the slightly scourging heat of the sun. But hey! The "pamaol" I feel right now may not be pleasant but I know it was all worth it when I finally saw our pictures. 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, all we ever did was eat, take pictures, play Japanese Game and Police2x, had fun on the seesaws, visited the park's zoo, charades and the hot seat. My least favorite part was going home earlier than the rest. And the most interesting part? The hot seat. It's basically about having someone sit on the "hot seat" and all the others throw questions at the person, of which the person has to answer truthfully. Most questions were about controversies, the person's love life and whatnot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;It was not all fun and games for me 'coz it only took the hot seat to remind me of &lt;a href="http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-on-moving-forward.html"&gt;my recent breakup&lt;/a&gt;. So yes, I got emotional but have not divulged anything about it. Haha. Of course, me and my ex-boyfriend didn't exactly share how it all went so my classmates had some burning questions, none of which I allowed to escape from their mouths except for this, "Do you miss him?". Then I broke down. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Amidst that though, I still had lots of fun. But hopefully, this Christmas party would be our last, as students that is. All of us wish to graduate next year. May the good Lord hear our prayers. Merry Christmas! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-1022133182172477248?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1022133182172477248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/bscs-4-christmas-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/1022133182172477248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/1022133182172477248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/bscs-4-christmas-party.html' title='BSCS - 4 Christmas Party'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-2153816292871432644</id><published>2009-12-16T14:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T14:52:40.716+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Moving On. Moving Forward.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never had problems being single before. This time, it is different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This may sound weird. I'm going to divulge something extremely personal. But what the hell. This is my blog anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately for you, I'm not going to share what exactly happened. It is to simply respect the person involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After a relationship ends and the break up itself, I become my own worst enemy. And it is really normal. Totally normal. Yes, I am trying to convince myself here. The first week has been bumpy, even up to now. It is never easy. Most especially when you see your ex lover almost everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Let's just be friends.." "We can still be friends.." And a whole lot of crap. Okay, it is not crap. But as far as I'm concerned, I'm still not friends with my fourth ex boyfriend. Okay, maybe it all depends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, the first week, you try to suck it up. You all go, "I'll wait for him/her.." and whatever. Or maybe, "He/She will regret this!" For my case, it was neither of the two. I just focused on what I felt, regardless of my ex and how I'm going to deal with him. The day after the break up, it was all right. We talked and I still held him from time to time. But deep inside, I know it wasn't the right thing to do so I had to stop and avoid him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Days passed. Week two was about avoiding him. I wasn't trying to let go of him yet. I just tried to see how I really felt. "Maybe it was all about the routine.." So I gave it a try and changed how I did things. I went home early, hanged out with my high school friends and more. I suddenly became talkative. I didn't know what it was about at that time. I realized that it was to avoid being idle and remember the sad situation that I was in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;End of week two. I'm not sure if it was too early to assess my feelings again, but I knew that it was real. I really had feelings for him. From time to time, people would tell me their comments about him. I didn't feel the need to defend him. "You don't have to defend him," a friend of mine told me. I'm not sure if the comments were intended to disappoint me or whatever, but at that time, it did little damage on me. My feelings didn't change. It was strong, yes it was. But it was pointless to hang on to it. So I decided to try and not to make it grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Maybe it was inevitable, but I missed him. Not only him, but the things I used to do when he was around. I had to avoid some common friends of ours and I missed them too. So week three was dedicated to following what my heart desired. Well, sort of. I was still aware of my feelings for him, but I was determined not to let it grow. I didn't avoid him anymore, but I avoided every single uncomfortable moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It took me a whole lot of courage to meet his eyes again. To laugh at his jokes. Give him a comment or two. I thought I was already okay but it turned out that I missed him even more than I thought. It was weird, but I liked the pain. It reminded me of controlling my emotions. I welcomed the pain, just like how I welcomed the fact that I was bound to get hurt a few months ago..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've never had problems being single before. This time, it is different. Why is it different? I'm not exactly sure. I've always liked being single and all the free time I get from it. Maybe it's a struggle to go back to my hobbies. It's not like I lost all of them in the first place. The weird part is just they don't make me happy anymore. All this time, I've been trying to change my routine and find something new that I'd be interested in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;At this point in time, it's not about him. It's all about me. Finally, my logic has come back. I now recognize the flaws of our relationship. I now welcome the comments from people. And while it did help me a bit in coping up with everything, it did little to change my feelings for him. Okay, so I still like him. But I now know better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So what if I still like him? So what if he doesn't feel the same way anymore? I don't care anymore. I'm just moving forward..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-2153816292871432644?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2153816292871432644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-on-moving-forward.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/2153816292871432644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/2153816292871432644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/12/moving-on-moving-forward.html' title='Moving On. Moving Forward.'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-8816158010580656789</id><published>2009-10-21T14:04:00.016+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T06:41:36.961+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>First Semester AY 2009 - 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last Tuesday's launching of the DCS website and Course Evaluation for UPV ITTC was the official semester ender for the computer science seniors of UPVCC. I'd like to call it official because I hate to admit that the first semester ended way over last week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, being a senior is a scary role by itself. But most super seniors can attest that it is only during the first semester wherein one can experience the essence of being a true computer science senior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In my case, it was indeed one hell of a ride. A lot of firsts happened during this semester which were truly unexpected (in no particular order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;starred in a music video&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="color: #645f5e; font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7179937&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=7179937&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;played for our division's soccer team&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/St63SOlQskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1lC4bMfl2gI/s1600-h/8423_153041678055_636458055_3574084_3644330_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394950927416341058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/St63SOlQskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1lC4bMfl2gI/s400/8423_153041678055_636458055_3574084_3644330_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 225px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;rightmost gal is me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;had a part on building (actually, just enhancing) a real website (e.g. the website is live!)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs206.snc1/7329_1147880738972_1286186075_30374977_5568894_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 375px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;L-R: project leader, coder and analyst/coder | background: website&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs226.snc1/7329_1147881018979_1286186075_30374984_1571576_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 375px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;L-R: Charisse Pelayo (Project Leader, Quality Advisor and Configuration Controller), Pauline Wade (Adviser), Anne Marie Gocotano (Analyst, Tester and Coder) and Jan Richie Yu (Designer and Coder)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_104598249550715_100000016217034_126945_39270_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs278.snc1/10518_104598249550715_100000016217034_126945_39270_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;During the Sipser Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;i&gt;had proper food and a "permanent" place to rest during Cook Out&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7428_147977422600_668202600_3038584_3245125_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7428_147977422600_668202600_3038584_3245125_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Food! That's me beside Mr. Jefferson Delos Santos. The other girls are Irene, Angel and Anya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs207.snc1/7428_147977747600_668202600_3038639_5622137_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tent! Abe, Jerson and Irish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7428_147977752600_668202600_3038640_7350720_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Cook Out stage and the crowd. Nice spot we got, eh? :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7428_147977762600_668202600_3038642_8064028_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs227.snc1/7428_147977762600_668202600_3038642_8064028_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 500px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The twins. Jefferson Delos Santos and Jerson Cantoneros. They're not even related!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Those were just some highlights of my first semester. Seems fun and all, but we did all those things (and more) in a short span of time. I couldn't dare take a picture of myself just to prove how stressful this semester has been. Hint: weeks of sleepless nights + skipping meals (just to meet deadlines). I had to skip some classes just to catch some sleep. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And as if I would forget this one important and happy detail of my first semester, here it is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs259.snc1/10620_1131702374472_1284658174_30332824_5274364_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos-g.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs259.snc1/10620_1131702374472_1284658174_30332824_5274364_n.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 604px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 453px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;it would really be sad if you don't get what I mean.. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This semester, I shall never forget. Whatever the outcome (i.e. grades) may be, I know I did my best and gave my all. So if I fail any subject, my teachers are at fault. Hahaha. Kidding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Lastly, a nice video that probably best captures the feel of our first semester for AY 2009-2010. Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qK5pB7D06QQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qK5pB7D06QQ&amp;amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-8816158010580656789?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/8816158010580656789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-semester-ay-2009-2010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/8816158010580656789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/8816158010580656789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/first-semester-ay-2009-2010.html' title='First Semester AY 2009 - 2010'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/St63SOlQskI/AAAAAAAAAB0/1lC4bMfl2gI/s72-c/8423_153041678055_636458055_3574084_3644330_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-1816765833398992497</id><published>2009-10-10T20:14:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:17:00.079+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>The Real Pressure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a target="_blank" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.optimuscrime.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/pressure.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 402px; height: 337px;" src="http://www.optimuscrime.com/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/pressure.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have become too busy with school. It's unexplainable. On most times, I wanted to die just to escape from all the hype. School is killing me. And it's not even finals week yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I still have loads of things to do, but I'm doing this post because I'm tired. Really tired. Like I said, I'm desperate for an escape. I never thought things would wind up this way! What I have gotten myself into? I have no idea. But I'm sure that this is one hell of a ride. A ride that is so hard to control and would really hurt if I decide to stop and rest even for a while.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I'm really concerned about is this: I know I've done everything that my body is capable of doing just to meet deadlines and study my butt off for examinations, but it seems that I still have not done enough. Enough that would keep me from failing another subject. I'm skipping classes just to code, when I'm not even the assigned coder for our group. It has taken so much of my time and energy that for the past few weeks, I've been blowing some classes off.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm pressured. Very pressured. My parents are hoping that I would be able to graduate on time and I can't wait to finally be able to support my family and be rid of hell that is school. Okay I don't mean that. But I am really tired. And stressed. And tired. And stressed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But amidst of it all, I am touched with the unending support of my family. Of the way my parents allow me to stay overnight in my classmate's house. My mom not complaining about me not fixing my bed anymore. My dad always scolding me if I'm almost late for class, but he stills takes me to school anyway. My older brother for not buying ice cream for his birthday, just to use the money to buy me medicine (i.e. Vitamin C, Bactidol, Advil and Pharmaton). My younger brothers for allowing me to use the laptop whenever I WANT to (or maybe because we have a pc). And of course, my pregnant sister, who never misses to text me words of encouragement, and praying for my success (which I rarely do so myself).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And non family members' love and support are not gone unnoticed. My close friends understand the times when I'm not with them as often as I used to be. So no matter how I "hate" our dance practices for our &lt;a href="http://babydesertwolf.blogspot.com/2009/09/sipser-show_13.html" target="_blank"&gt;Sipser Show&lt;/a&gt; (because it's almost always on days when I wasn't able to sleep the previous night), I still would want to attend. For my group mates who acknowledge every single development I have built and for understanding my tantrums. And for this special someone, who refuses to go home when I'm still in school (not an instance when I ordered him to wait for me). For "always" checking up on me. And basically just for being there for me (but not to the point of slowing me down with my school activities) and for relieving my stress almost always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Basically, the pressure is not about me graduating on time. The real pressure is these people who have directly and indirectly affected me positively, and inspired me to do better and made me brave enough to take a load of sleepless weeks. They have no idea of how their little actions affect me greatly. So it would really kill me inside if I end up failing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;God (whether He exists or not, I do believe that He does) knows of my struggles and my worries. The God I believe in won't allow me to fail, but only when I've done my part. He knows of my capabilities and He also gives me everything I need. And the above people that I have mentioned may just be everything I need to help me surpass this great obstacle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As of this moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not yet done with my compiler&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;ITTC and Course Evaluation still not deployed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't studied for any exams yet (number of exams: four)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Haven't fully memorized the dance steps&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I want to puke.. So help me God! And Lord Jesus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Photo Credit: &lt;a href="http://www.optimuscrime.com/" target="_blank"&gt;OPTIMUSCRIME&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-1816765833398992497?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/1816765833398992497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-pressure.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/1816765833398992497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/1816765833398992497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/10/real-pressure.html' title='The Real Pressure'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-3791914632823170645</id><published>2009-07-29T10:30:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:32:44.029+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ayala Center Cebu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Movies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Japanese Film'/><title type='text'>Eiga Sai 2009: Japanese Film Festival</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Yesterday was the start of Eiga Sai 2009: Japanese Film Festival. Organized by the Consular Office of Japan in Cebu in cooperation with the Japanese Association in Cebu, Inc., Japanese Chamber of Commerce &amp;amp; Industry in Cebu, Inc. and Ayala Center Cebu, the event showcases unique films from Japan which will be shown in Ayala Center Cebu Cinema 4. And yesterday's film was the movie titled, Always.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.avistaz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/tenten.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 487px; height: 646px;" src="http://www.avistaz.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/05/tenten.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Always - Sunset on Thrid Street (Always San-chome no yuhi, 2005) is directed by Yamazaki Takash. The story takes place in post-war Tokyo (1958) and involves a teenage girl named Mutsuko who arrives in Tokyo to work in Suzuki Auto. She thought that the company is a major automotive company but to her dismay, Suzuki Auto is actually a small auto repair shop owned by Mr. Suzuki. The story then focuses on Mr. Suzuki's neighbors and their relationship with them as well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The movie allowed the viewers to see how Japan used to be, and their perseverance to move beyond the shadow of war. The determination, hardwork and teamwork of the characters in the film clearly explains Japan's great success today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What I liked about the film is the amount of drama and laughter it brings to the audience. I did laugh a lot on some parts, and kept quiet as I tried to fight back some tears on the dramatic parts. But all-in-all, it was an excellent movie. A film that is very entertaining and has great content as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What adds up to the impact of the movie was seeing how vulnerable and simple Japan used to be, and the way how the characters dealt with their post-war life. Just like in our country, war leaves a scar to the ones who have experienced it, and affects on how they live their life. Also, the effects of war is almost the same in all parts of the world and the only difference is on how we move on and pick up the pieces to try and stand on our own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I would really like to view the rest of the films, but I think I have to miss out on today's (Wednesday) film because the circumstances I am in right now won't allow me. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The other films are:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July 29 – Wednesday - (7 pm) THE MILKWOMAN&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July 30 – Thursday - (7 pm) TURN OVER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;July 31 – Friday - (7 pm) TONY TAKITANI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aug   1 – Saturday - (4 pm) MIND GAME; (7 pm)MEMORIES OF TOMORROW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aug 2   Sunday (4 pm) KAMOME Diner;  (7 pm)MEMORIES OF MATSUKO&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Special thanks to Justine (for her influence on all things Japanese), Catherine and Jenny (for the food), Jean (for being "late" hehe), Jefferson and company (just for being present). :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To those who plan to watch the other films, kitakits! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Credits: &lt;a href="http://www.philstar.com/Article.aspx?articleId=487841&amp;amp;publicationSubCategoryId=109" target="_blank"&gt;Philstar&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.laagcebu.com/2009/07/egasai-09-japanese-film-festival/" target="_blank"&gt;laag cebu&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-3791914632823170645?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/3791914632823170645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/eiga-sai-2009-japanese-film-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/3791914632823170645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/3791914632823170645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/eiga-sai-2009-japanese-film-festival.html' title='Eiga Sai 2009: Japanese Film Festival'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-179921883273579225</id><published>2009-07-23T23:05:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T00:00:46.987+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Qtube'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crush'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrity'/><title type='text'>My Latest Celebrity Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Qtube on QTV just ended and before I stop myself, I'd like to make an announcement...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have a crush on Andy Smith!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's no denying that I immediately "fall in love" with good looking men (according to my standards). While some friends actually criticize my choice of boys (haha that rhymed), they have every right to be as I often get confused whenever I see this RARE specimen. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OKt-D6nmk/SfbPFjp8IFI/AAAAAAAAABA/-N2O0B5pxjU/S220/Andy+Smith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 220px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OKt-D6nmk/SfbPFjp8IFI/AAAAAAAAABA/-N2O0B5pxjU/S220/Andy+Smith.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's Andy with a Y (the other host is also And&lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt;) and he hosts one of the coolest programs on Qtv, Qtube. He is a model (thanks to GMA), a former professional tennis player and currently shows off &lt;i&gt;his dynamic persona and his drop-dead gorgeous looks&lt;/i&gt; on the boobtube every Thursday evening on Qtv.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre-wrap; font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OKt-D6nmk/SiQiiO1tP4I/AAAAAAAAADg/JzHR2zGjIuM/s400/Happy+birthday+Andy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l1OKt-D6nmk/SiQiiO1tP4I/AAAAAAAAADg/JzHR2zGjIuM/s400/Happy+birthday+Andy.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:-webkit-monospace;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Happy birthday Andy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Unfortunately, there's hardly any photos of him. Search results bring me the wrong Andy Smith (haha :P). But I'm following &lt;a href="http://andiandandy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Andi and Andy Blog&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/pages/Qtube/65093206878" target="_blank"&gt;became a fan of Qtube on Facebook&lt;/a&gt; and added &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=508815103" target="_blank"&gt;Andy Smith's Facebook account&lt;/a&gt; (I'm crossing my fingers). I guess those are enough to allow me to "spy" on him. Haha :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyway, for all of those who haven't seen any video of Qtube yet, you can either go to their blog (link above), visit &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=qtube&amp;amp;search_type=&amp;amp;aq=f" target="_blank"&gt;youtube&lt;/a&gt; for some clips or better yet catch the show on Qtv!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;a href="http://andiandandy.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;The Andi and Andy Blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-179921883273579225?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/179921883273579225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-latest-celebrity-crush.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/179921883273579225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/179921883273579225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-latest-celebrity-crush.html' title='My Latest Celebrity Crush'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-7689925079799025276</id><published>2009-07-15T11:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T12:29:32.826+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lady GaGa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concert'/><title type='text'>Lady GaGa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;If you don't know Lady GaGa, then you must be living under a rock.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a while since I have idolized a singer for his/her talent. I was once "obsessed" with Vanessa Hudgens, but we all know she can barely sing. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;After having been called a look-a-like of Lady GaGa a lot of times in school (I don't look like her, by the way), one day I decided to view her songs on YouTube. Sure, "Just Dance" was really catchy. But I have to admit the song didn't have any sense or was something I can never relate to (I used to value lyrics over the music itself). But surprise, surprise! It only took this video to finally convince me that she's one great artist:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nwdXnlvUe3I&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As if she needs to prove herself even more, she once again created an acoustic version of her song Paparazzi:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Original version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwOr4Ktu1QY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwOr4Ktu1QY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acoustic version&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP8SrlbpJ5A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oP8SrlbpJ5A&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sure she may seem weird and all, but one cannot deny her great talent. What's also impressing about her is she used to write songs for famous artists namely Britney Spears (Blur and Quicksand) and the Pussycat Dolls. She claims that she never lip-synchs on her live performances (yehey for her!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Pointless most of her songs may be, but sometimes what just matters is the music itself. She may be craving for $3x at one point (Love Game), enjoying an &lt;i&gt;expensive &lt;/i&gt;life (Money Honey) and finally gets turned off by a &lt;i&gt;dirty ice cream &lt;/i&gt;(Dirty Ice Cream). But all in all, she creates wonderful music (mostly a mix of modern and the 80's).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And this coming August, she'll be live in Manila! Good for those who live there. The only thing that's holding me back is school. So no seeing Lady GaGa perform live for me. :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.whynotcoconut.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/lady-gaga-in-manila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 404px; height: 631px;" src="http://www.whynotcoconut.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/lady-gaga-in-manila.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lady GaGa live in Manila. August 11, 2009 8:00PM @ Araneta Coliseum. Tickets available via Ticketnet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.whynotcoconut.com" target="_blank"&gt;Why Not Coconut!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-7689925079799025276?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/7689925079799025276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gaga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/7689925079799025276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/7689925079799025276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/lady-gaga.html' title='Lady GaGa'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-768171529723733141</id><published>2009-07-14T23:33:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T06:53:42.711+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Say NO!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Talking to my friend Justine is always something I look forward to, especially on times when it's only the two of us conversing. I can practically almost tell her everything that bugs me or my concerns at that moment. She actually shows great interest on whatever comes out from my mouth, and in most cases, she gives me a sensible comment or two.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But the recent comment she gave to me that almost took me by surprise was this tendency of mine to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/Slyn_aFyYtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9NvBluZ3wFo/s1600-h/say_no.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 65px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/Slyn_aFyYtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9NvBluZ3wFo/s320/say_no.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358342364441240274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Ang akong nabantayan nimo Anne ba, dili ka kabaw muingon ug dili.."&lt;/i&gt; Or something to that effect. And until now, whenever I suddenly remember that comment, it still gives me an uneasy feeling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, Justine didn't mean to offend me. In fact, I'm not offended at all. It's just that all this time I thought I've declined enough in order to put things on my best interest first. Either my preferences fit the majority (which I highly doubt) OR I have a stupid fear of eventually becoming an outcast when I reject almost everything that comes my way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;BUT believe me, I'd rather be an outcast than to fit in and BE JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE! That's really boring. Wherever that "fear" came from, I think it's just a product of reading too many fictional stories that revolve around college and high school (yes I do read a lot).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;It's some kind of joke. I'm obsessively opposed to the typical!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;-The Fame by Lady GaGa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So as a means of reminding and convincing myself that I actually can say no, I guess it would be best to make a list of things that I &lt;u&gt;probably&lt;/u&gt; would strongly disagree to:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Drugs.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Eating cooked meat of dogs. You people are sick!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Con-Ass. :)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pay me for $3x. And yes I really did type that.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Vote-buying. I considered it at first but I knew better. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make me join something that doesn't tickle the slightest bit of my fancy. What's in it for me anyway? :P&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Producing too many children. I actually believe that just by not producing an offspring can make a difference. Overuse of earth's resources + overpopulation = ???. Go figure.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Having a boyfriend just for the sake of having one. Yes I've finally learned how to be independent! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Overworking. I mean no matter the volume of tasks ahead of me, there's no such thing as overworking! It's not an actual choice that I do actually, although I know I could probably control myself on this aspect. I just have this tendency to relax when stress levels are starting to increase. I have this ability to loose the strings off when they become too tight, irregardless of what the consequences may be. :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sell myself off to a foreigner. Never even in my wildest dreams.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I say a big NO to following the trend. I'm not a big fan of fashion or what we regard as &lt;i&gt;uso&lt;/i&gt;. It's only this year I decided to buy myself skinny jeans. And it's because it was the cheapest thing I found.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And lastly, I say no to not slacking off. HAHAHAHA! :D&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Photo credit: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://realenergy.shell.ca/images/pressads/say_no.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;Shell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-768171529723733141?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/768171529723733141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-no.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/768171529723733141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/768171529723733141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/say-no.html' title='Say NO!'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yQqBp2L1mSs/Slyn_aFyYtI/AAAAAAAAAAk/9NvBluZ3wFo/s72-c/say_no.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4785970193709781779.post-2386490374134417366</id><published>2009-07-08T01:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T01:41:19.747+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Personal'/><title type='text'>Planned And Unplanned</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Holy mother of cows I have another blog! This is so unexpected. And I'm not quite sure how I feel about this. The whole thing is unplanned and I ended up neglecting my to do list for yesterday [time check: 1AM].&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Planned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our group will be the first to report in our Software Engineering class so the original plan involved a research on analysis tools for software engineering. Aside from that, I wanted to finish reading the Jose Rizal articles we photocopied lately. Since I can't relax and waste my time later this day, I really wanted to be productive as much as possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Unplanned&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When I went online, I was then bombarded with private messages by James and Bryan (ayee) asking me to join an event this Saturday, the &lt;a href="http://digitalfilipinoclub.blogspot.com/2009/06/cebu-digitalfilipino-club-bloggers.html" target="_blank"&gt;Digital Filipino Club &amp;amp; Bloggers Networking Event&lt;/a&gt;. My initial thought was to decline because (1) I'm not an active blogger anymore, (2) the event ends at 10PM and my dad wouldn't be available to fetch me and (3) I have no active blog or I refuse to use my &lt;a href="http://blannehom.com/" target="_blank"&gt;old blog&lt;/a&gt; for the registration. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But James and Bryan were a hard pair to decline to as they had some things in mind and they "needed" me in order for their plan to work. James really wanted to be with someone to be able to go to the event to finally see this someone he has been idolizing (am I right James? haha). And Bryan? I'm not sure. But he seemed to disregard all the "no" and "di ko" messages I've been repeating all night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Instead of feeling alone and defeated, Bryan took a great leap just to make me happy, or not. I'm not going to elaborate it here though. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I ended up creating this new blog, atleast modify it to my preferences and "forced" James to create me a header. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Real Future Plan&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I guess I should see this chaos as a blessing in disguise. In fact, I've been wanting to create a new blog lately, but I promised myself I'd do things my way this time. The problem was I was always distracted with &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/amgocotano" target="_blank"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; that I keep blowing that plan off. This blog may still be a bit far from what I have envisioned it to be but atleast I finally created a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Writing this post made me realize that my writing skills are getting rusty and that I should do this more often, since I would be the one documenting our future Software Engineering group project.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To James, I hope you finally meet your idol. To Bryan, I strongly believe that the answer is no. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4785970193709781779-2386490374134417366?l=hausofannemarie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/feeds/2386490374134417366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/planned-and-unplanned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/2386490374134417366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4785970193709781779/posts/default/2386490374134417366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hausofannemarie.blogspot.com/2009/07/planned-and-unplanned.html' title='Planned And Unplanned'/><author><name>Anne Marie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05793130594165354711</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05123204203244471057'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>