<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626</id><updated>2011-04-22T08:29:17.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a thing called life (not that I have one)</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog of an eighteen year old girl probing deeper into her inner thoughts, in the process of forming an identity and getting slapped cold in the face by reality.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-110148569169608581</id><published>2004-11-27T01:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-27T00:14:51.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ugly duckling song</title><summary type='text'>You may have noticed a large gap since my last entry.After this post, I shall cease to update this blog.Alicia Keys had it wrong. Diaries are scary (HINT). I will move on to greener pastures.You mail leave a comment here, or mail me at crazygirl[at]YOUKNOWBETTERTHANTOLEAVETHISHEREgmail.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/110148569169608581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=110148569169608581' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/110148569169608581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/110148569169608581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/11/ugly-duckling-song.html' title='ugly duckling song'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-110052861616246418</id><published>2004-11-15T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T22:23:36.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To anyone who loves photography and writing everyone</title><summary type='text'>Hi guys! *bats eyelashes*Is anyone interested in joining a photography and/or an essay writing contest? THe proceeds will go to charity. It's for a good cause (both for me and for the beneficiaries ;p). So...PLEASE JOIN! I beg of you. Please! You'll be helping me a lot. *bats eyelashes again*For those interested, please send me a message immediately at 0915-4309170.Here's the site for more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/110052861616246418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=110052861616246418' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/110052861616246418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/110052861616246418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/11/to-anyone-who-loves-photography-and.html' title='To &lt;strike&gt;anyone who loves photography and writing&lt;/strike&gt; everyone'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-110019289437923917</id><published>2004-11-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T00:31:25.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paste these thoughts together and see what you make of it</title><summary type='text'>OHMYCRAPPINGGODDESS.Why is this happening to me?????? These THINGS NEVER happen to ME(!!!) of all people.Do you know the feeling of being curious about wanting to try something out?Then it semi-quasi-pseudo happens?And you want ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with it anymore?StIcKy, this situation is, but I'll wait it out....Wait two years. Until after graduation.Or I could leave the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/110019289437923917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=110019289437923917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/110019289437923917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/110019289437923917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/11/paste-these-thoughts-together-and-see.html' title='Paste these thoughts together and see what you make of it'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109939952211780417</id><published>2004-11-02T20:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T20:45:22.116+08:00</updated><title type='text'>foreign media+cheesy books+internet+bad perception skills</title><summary type='text'>= idealistic me.***I was challenged to tidy up my room today. What a jungle. As I was rummaging through my closet, I came across my miniGrade Seven graduation photo. Enter at your own risk. 0.o***School begins tomorrow. Now that my brain's been reduced to mush. It'll take some time before they reform to anything remotely resembling a brain. Is that an excuse to slack off during the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109939952211780417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109939952211780417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109939952211780417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109939952211780417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/11/foreign-mediacheesy-booksinternetbad.html' title='foreign media+cheesy books+internet+bad perception skills'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109846985864981811</id><published>2004-10-23T02:28:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T03:40:53.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want everyone to participate!</title><summary type='text'>OK here's how it works. Answer these and post them in my comment box. Yes, it includes you lurkers out there. I don't care if we've ever met before. And I also don't care if it's your first time here. Just do, ok?1. Who are you? 2. Have we ever met? 3. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it. 4. Describe me in one word. 5. What/Who reminds you of me? 6. If you could give me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109846985864981811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109846985864981811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109846985864981811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109846985864981811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-want-everyone-to-participate_23.html' title='I want everyone to participate!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109845308157393098</id><published>2004-10-22T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T21:51:21.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crap</title><summary type='text'>People can be such assholes and they have no idea. ***So three Survivors are in Manila. One of them is visiting my university tomorrow. And yet I won't be able to see any of them. Crap.One more week to go in the sembreak. Everything's been a blur.It's fun anyway.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109845308157393098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109845308157393098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109845308157393098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109845308157393098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/10/crap.html' title='Crap'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109793713664155783</id><published>2004-10-16T22:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-16T22:37:17.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RANT</title><summary type='text'>I don't have internet my ass.Your smiley face's lit on our yahoogroups, prick. If you know any better, at least make yourself invisible.*inhale exhale****Dear Ms. -Me-Greetings.Congratulations. You have been appointed as the Editorial Assistant for November (EAN)...As the EAN, you will be given additional responsibilities, the specifics of which will be discussed in the latter part of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109793713664155783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109793713664155783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109793713664155783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109793713664155783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/10/rant.html' title='RANT'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109724977301245377</id><published>2004-10-08T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-10T16:29:27.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A very geeky entry</title><summary type='text'>"Don't you dare splurge," my dad said as he handed me a folded piece of paper. His eyes were bulging.I unfolded the paper and found a gold card with my name on it."A credit card? Why?" I asked. I know I know, you'd expect me to react with a little dance or a scream. But I was puzzled. I never ask for money aside from my weekly allowance. And even for that, I don't ask. What would I need a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109724977301245377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109724977301245377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109724977301245377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109724977301245377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/10/very-geeky-entry.html' title='A very geeky entry'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109707791085968334</id><published>2004-10-06T23:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T23:51:50.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Better half of the week</title><summary type='text'>Most of the hellish deadlines have now passed. Halfway done with my article. Evaluation interview moved to friday due to the raging weather this afternoon. Our crappy presentation today was justified by the lack of time.Another A. Whhheeeeeeee. Almost perfected it, if only I wrote True instead of False. Feck. But I'm over it now.Eco102 finals on saturday. Dammit. Pervy prof had to schedule </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109707791085968334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109707791085968334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109707791085968334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109707791085968334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/10/better-half-of-week.html' title='Better half of the week'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109698722188504005</id><published>2004-10-05T22:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T23:00:36.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only a week to go. I'm free</title><summary type='text'>I've been beaten black and blue. And the irony is that the perpetrator is the institution supposed to educate us young'uns (At least my eyes are covered in black bags anyway).Four long exams so far this week (including calculus and accounting), and it's only a tuesday. I skipped my PE101 finals today. I was given the option to, as long as I'm content with a C+. Normally, I'm not, but given the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109698722188504005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109698722188504005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109698722188504005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109698722188504005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/10/only-week-to-go-im-free.html' title='Only a week to go. I&apos;m free'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109639420306302860</id><published>2004-09-29T01:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-29T01:56:43.063+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CocoNUTS</title><summary type='text'>My relationship with coconuts is over.I don't want to smell, eat, taste, lick, and touch coconuts ever again.I certainly do not want to write papers about how coconuts are the Philippines' only hope ever ever ever again, only to submit it to an exhibitionist professor.And yet, I disgustingly know too much about them, I could puke.Even the word is too disgusting for me. Believe me, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109639420306302860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109639420306302860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109639420306302860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109639420306302860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/09/coconuts.html' title='CocoNUTS'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109587340229551940</id><published>2004-09-23T01:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T01:56:40.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A minute to gloat</title><summary type='text'>You are reading the blog of a very lucky beeyatch.It's amazing, a lucky streak has never lasted this long for me. Guess who topped yesterday's Calc long exam. Again. Mwahahahahahaha.This got myself thinking. This is probably some weird displacement reaction. I am failing Accounting, therefore I'm channeling all my effort to Calc. And to think I was receiving F's during the start of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109587340229551940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109587340229551940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109587340229551940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109587340229551940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/09/minute-to-gloat.html' title='A minute to gloat'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109500251876169333</id><published>2004-09-12T23:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:56:32.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The bliss connections may bring</title><summary type='text'>Happy birthday, Bianchi. I may have arrived later than a pregnant woman's period, but I wouldn't have missed it for the world. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have met certain people. *wink wink****Happy birthday, Neri. Because of you, wall climbing is on its way to becoming a part of my Friendster hobby list. Plus now I could say, "I went all the way to Tagaytay just to have Starbucks." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109500251876169333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109500251876169333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109500251876169333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109500251876169333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/09/bliss-connections-may-bring.html' title='The bliss connections may bring'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109466279178800134</id><published>2004-09-09T01:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T12:43:40.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's a rainbow always after the rain</title><summary type='text'>Don't mind me. Cheesy songs make me squirm. But I just had to say it. There's a rainbow after the rain.This may be a rather long post, but bare my yakking. I have some cool stuff to share. Let me start off with Accounting. Do I have to say it? I still shudder when I think of it. I failed the last long test. Yes, failed. Not that I didn't expect it. Others did not jump for joy either. It just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109466279178800134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109466279178800134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109466279178800134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109466279178800134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/09/theres-rainbow-always-after-rain.html' title='There&apos;s a rainbow always after the rain'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109405749967965624</id><published>2004-09-01T23:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-02T00:53:28.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to normal programming</title><summary type='text'>I got this very interesting list from Chi's blog. Some may not apply to me, but I'll post it anyway. I think all the ladies in the house should read this.Things A Woman Should NOT Apologize For1. Never apologize for pursuing what makes you happy. Even if you need to quit your job, transfer schools, or move across country, always do what you really want.2. Never apologize for using proper </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109405749967965624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109405749967965624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109405749967965624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109405749967965624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/09/back-to-normal-programming.html' title='Back to normal programming'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109368473968014972</id><published>2004-08-28T16:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T17:18:59.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today, I was violated.</title><summary type='text'>It's funny to think that just last night, I was reading through the LJ of a woman whose friend has just been raped.To begin my story...Everyone was out. My parents were off to a wedding. My brother had CAT. The seminar today was cancelled, so it was just me and my 6 year-old sister. We went out for lunch and also to see the Princess Diaries 2. At SM. I never like watching movies there, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109368473968014972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109368473968014972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109368473968014972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109368473968014972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/08/today-i-was-violated.html' title='Today, I was violated.'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109362114426724218</id><published>2004-08-27T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-28T01:30:42.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DebitCreditAccountsReceivable InventoryCostOfGoodsSold Shite</title><summary type='text'>You probably already know what I am about to rant about. I whine about it just about almost everytime I come home from The long exams. So I'll keep it short.[Enter offending expletives no one knew existed]I'm out.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109362114426724218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109362114426724218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109362114426724218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109362114426724218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/08/debitcreditaccountsreceivable.html' title='DebitCreditAccountsReceivable InventoryCostOfGoodsSold Shite'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109342427239706175</id><published>2004-08-25T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T00:18:06.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When things count</title><summary type='text'>Everyone wants to turn their lives around. Last night was an attempt to begin my journey towards a new me. I couldn't get it off my mind the whole night. I prepared. I prepared damn well too.So I placed my books right in front of me. My determination to begin reading school material was at its peaks. I looked to the right and saw the computer. I couldn't handle it. I pushed my books aside and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109342427239706175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109342427239706175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109342427239706175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109342427239706175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/08/when-things-count.html' title='When things count'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109324512769730885</id><published>2004-08-23T15:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T15:12:07.696+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quick spotting before a dreaded Calc lecture</title><summary type='text'>Two seats away from me is a person I've been trying to spot for my more-than-a-year stay in the Ateneo. I would rather not write her name here in case she googles herself up every once in a while. She is a writer. She looks so normal. Weird. Not so different from the pictures I've seen on the paper. More skinny, I must say. Bleh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109324512769730885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109324512769730885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109324512769730885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109324512769730885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/08/quick-spotting-before-dreaded-calc.html' title='Quick spotting before a dreaded Calc lecture'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109318844615025542</id><published>2004-08-22T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T23:27:26.150+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weighing worth</title><summary type='text'>See, this is unnerving. I get Fs on my first two Calc long exams. Then on the next exam, I get the third highest marks. Then on the midterm, I get the second highest marks. What's unnerving is that on those last two exams, I had the month off from extracurricular duties.Coincidence?I'd like to think so.But who am I kidding?Now I have a big decision to make.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109318844615025542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109318844615025542' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109318844615025542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109318844615025542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/08/weighing-worth.html' title='Weighing worth'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109161816673924034</id><published>2004-08-04T18:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T19:16:06.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pain</title><summary type='text'>To those having a bit of sandwich, to those having stolen bites of Snickers bars right before dinner, I apologize.Whoever had the idea of assigning Dysmenorrhea to women has to die immediately. But instead of bringing out all on God (which I am not. Really. REALLY.), wouldn't it be great to transfer this stupid curse to the men even for just one day? Just to see them squirm. To watch them sit </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109161816673924034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109161816673924034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109161816673924034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109161816673924034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/08/pain.html' title='The pain'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109059466203983709</id><published>2004-07-23T22:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T22:57:42.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saving the human race</title><summary type='text'>So Oscar was right. "Take advantage of your first long test because there won't be anything like it EVER."But did I listen?I apologize. I really do, for returning to a subject already previously brought up. But I would like to believe it deserves a second mention. A third even. And a fourth. For as long as I am taking up an Accounting course, there will be rants, you sorry ears.It doesn't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109059466203983709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109059466203983709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109059466203983709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109059466203983709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/saving-human-race.html' title='Saving the human race'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109041300194421285</id><published>2004-07-21T20:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T20:30:01.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powers</title><summary type='text'>Aoccdrnig to a rscheearch at an Elingsh uinervtisy, it deosn't mttaer in waht oredr the ltteers in a wrod are, the olny iprmoetnt tihng is taht frist and lsat ltteer is at the rghit pclae. The rset can be a toatl mses and you can sitll raed it wouthit porbelm. Tihs is bcuseae we do not raed ervey lteter by it slef but the wrod as a wlohe.Cool. ***I had a pretty productive day today. I met a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109041300194421285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109041300194421285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109041300194421285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109041300194421285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/powers.html' title='Powers'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-109006174946647442</id><published>2004-07-17T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T19:07:07.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicely put</title><summary type='text'>The reason behind the imposition of the 10 PM cut-off time for Overnight Parking is that the University cannot deploy enough security personnel to safeguard all of the parking lots of the Loyola Schools, especially the dimly-lit areas. It is also an attempt to discourage students from using the isolated portions of the parking lots to commit acts of physical intimacy. It doesn't take broad </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/109006174946647442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=109006174946647442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109006174946647442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/109006174946647442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/nicely-put.html' title='Nicely put'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108980895383989997</id><published>2004-07-14T20:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T20:42:33.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Encounters with the evil Calculus instructor</title><summary type='text'>During Calculus today:"Do you want me to give you the easy example, or the difficult example?"*class mumbles*"Ok, I'll  give you the easy one now and give you the difficult ones as homework."I say, "Noooooooo" and bang my forehead on my desk. I hear the instructor say, "You really put your emotions into this subject huh? I can see you're trying really *hard* to pass this course."I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108980895383989997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108980895383989997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108980895383989997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108980895383989997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/encounters-with-evil-calculus.html' title='Encounters with the evil Calculus instructor'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108960338552627459</id><published>2004-07-12T10:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T11:49:14.740+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><summary type='text'>I came across the website of my moronic high school. It has come to my conclusion that the fat arses handling the website cannot count. Or know numbers for that matter. There's a section there called "300 reasons". The number of reasons never got past ten. And 300 reasons of what, Goddamnit? To this day, I can never imagine how I tolerated that 'educational institution' for 13 years. Limited </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108960338552627459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108960338552627459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108960338552627459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108960338552627459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108956635377618782</id><published>2004-07-12T01:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T01:37:25.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the bad stuff</title><summary type='text'>They're on to me, what with my illegal ventures to the fridge at midnight.Why do those idiot Pepsi people cap their bottles tightly? I just want my Pepsi Goddamnit. This red streak across my palm doesn't look so good.At least I have my Pepsi.*happy happy BIG CHUG*Go Ateneo!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108956635377618782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108956635377618782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108956635377618782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108956635377618782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/bad-stuff.html' title='the bad stuff'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108955731547697193</id><published>2004-07-11T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-11T22:49:20.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>[title here]</title><summary type='text'>Just when I finally turn 18, they all start having birthdays again, leaving me behind . Happy 19th birthday Abs! I had fun last night.I am at the peak of my identity crisis (and I haven't even hit 20 yet). Thank you, Spiderman.I'll explain when I don't have inches of reading to go through.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108955731547697193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108955731547697193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108955731547697193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108955731547697193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/title-here.html' title='[title here]'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108877726294203720</id><published>2004-07-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:07:42.943+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><summary type='text'>And I join the whole world as they express their gasps over the news that Britney Spears is engaged to her dancer beau Kevin Federline.Who knew Brintey had the capability of actually being engaged before getting hitched? =)And on other news, have you heard about that stunt ABS CBN is pulling regarding one of their soaps? They let the viewers text in who they want to end up together, then they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108877726294203720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108877726294203720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108877726294203720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108877726294203720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108870306273078087</id><published>2004-07-02T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T01:31:02.730+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moi?</title><summary type='text'>OK so I've joined the bandwagon. Peer pressure is very evil. However, giving in at one time or another is part of life's screwed up formulas anyway, so here, I'm living life. These are the results of a personality test from this site. Pretty interesting, I might say.Your Existing SituationAvoids excessive effort and needs roots, security, and peaceful companionship. May be physically unwell, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108870306273078087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108870306273078087' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108870306273078087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108870306273078087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/moi.html' title='Moi?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108870117680048815</id><published>2004-07-02T00:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T00:59:36.800+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak..y</title><summary type='text'>You know what's freaky? When there are occurances that leave you baffled that from whichever angle you come from, pretending to know better, you just don't. Whatever comeback I could think of just didn't come out like a comeback. A week ago, I had nothing better to do so I sat through a Psychology 101 class (I miss Psych!). They were discussing supposedly crazy phenomena such as clairvoyance. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108870117680048815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108870117680048815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108870117680048815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108870117680048815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/07/freaky.html' title='Freak..y'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108774238499331602</id><published>2004-06-20T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T23:05:08.973+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Engulfed with passion</title><summary type='text'>Oh Accounting, how I loathe you with tremendous passion.(includes instructor in the form of a cold and unearthly extra-terrestrial)***Sometimes I think it's OK if she ever did cheat</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108774238499331602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108774238499331602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108774238499331602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108774238499331602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/06/engulfed-with-passion.html' title='Engulfed with passion'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108722689493289856</id><published>2004-06-14T21:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T23:28:14.933+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sophie already?</title><summary type='text'>The inevitable has taken place. I have once again stepped within the walls of an institution frequented by asylum-deprived eccentrics and egocentrics. But I love it.No longer a freshie...This cannot be happening. No more excuses to be ignorant. No more innocent eyes. No more fun classes...*sniff*But enough of that. The new freshies are here. Gotta show them who's boss. They're easy to spot. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108722689493289856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108722689493289856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108722689493289856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108722689493289856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/06/sophie-already.html' title='Sophie already?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108722106164161099</id><published>2004-06-07T21:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T21:51:01.643+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alfonso Cuaron</title><summary type='text'>is a god.From the opening scene until the frozen Harry state at the end, the film peppers the audience with little reminders and not so subtle hints that declares to the whole theater, "Alfonso Cuaron is no Chris Columbus."Cuaron approaches The Prisoner of Azkaban with no bull. The film is swift, leaves children breathless, and adults, in awe. No blank spaces in between. Each scene is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108722106164161099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108722106164161099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108722106164161099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108722106164161099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/06/alfonso-cuaron.html' title='Alfonso Cuaron'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108636957566113785</id><published>2004-06-05T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T01:19:35.660+08:00</updated><title type='text'>magic</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, I picked up a package at the post office addressed to me from an aunt in the United States. It was a birthday present. She'd already hinted that it'd be a book so I was eager to get my filthy hands on the darned thing already.So I picked it up, but the lady at the counter just tore it open and dully said, "Miss, tama ba yung laman?" I gave her the evil eye, showing my disgust as how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108636957566113785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108636957566113785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108636957566113785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108636957566113785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/06/magic.html' title='magic'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108618459712560326</id><published>2004-06-02T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-02T21:57:40.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>School yet again</title><summary type='text'>I call my blockmates 'blockies'.I call the freshmen 'freshies'So what do I call my orgmates?***School. Wahoo. It has been a long long long long time since I last stepped within Ateneo grounds.You do realize I'm sarcastic, right?Bad. This is bad. I do not like my schedule at all. Why? I can't blame them. It's my fault. How was I supposed to know that QMT11 had a Ma19 prerequisite??? So I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108618459712560326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108618459712560326' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108618459712560326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108618459712560326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/06/school-yet-again.html' title='School yet again'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108590130960172555</id><published>2004-05-30T14:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T15:15:09.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>O-V-E-R</title><summary type='text'>Done. Over. O-V-E-R.Summer classes, I mean. The frenzy has finally ended. I am free as Tweety when Silvester was roasted to death. Free free free. For two weeks, anyway.But I don't care. All the deadlines are dead for now. All that's left are org-matters (*grumble mumble*). I don't know about you, but summer school was hell, was worse than the regular semesters. All lectures usually learned</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108590130960172555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108590130960172555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108590130960172555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108590130960172555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/05/o-v-e-r.html' title='O-V-E-R'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108512458898609304</id><published>2004-05-21T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T15:36:20.306+08:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><summary type='text'>Some things that come with the clock striking twelve and me saying, "Whoopteedee. I'm 18. Wa. Hoo." :- I now have full-fledged rights to be hauled to prison.- Prison probably is better than spending my day in school computer labs trying to finish a paper due at 9 in the evening.- At least I have two classes off. The third class will be spent trying to get through a super long exam (as coined </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108512458898609304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108512458898609304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108512458898609304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108512458898609304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/05/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108394432487266650</id><published>2004-05-07T23:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T23:41:58.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*hiatus*</title><summary type='text'>On hiatus until the frenzy stops.No, not the condom.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108394432487266650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108394432487266650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108394432487266650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108394432487266650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/05/hiatus.html' title='*hiatus*'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108296603250153135</id><published>2004-04-26T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T16:12:03.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ateneans, read below!</title><summary type='text'>Stuff I learned from Psychology 101 so far:- Young kids tend to fall in love with their parents. However, they repress these emotions but bring it out later in life by looking for a mate with the exact same characteristics as their parents.- People who tend to be obsessive-compulsive regarding the cleanliness of their bathrooms is a sign that they had trouble when they were toilet training.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108296603250153135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108296603250153135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108296603250153135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108296603250153135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/04/ateneans-read-below.html' title='Ateneans, read below!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108259630051418145</id><published>2004-04-22T09:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T09:14:39.093+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intriguing...</title><summary type='text'>Poets Die Young - U.S. StudyThis article intrigued me somehow.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108259630051418145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108259630051418145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108259630051418145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108259630051418145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/04/intriguing.html' title='Intriguing...'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108254267994778925</id><published>2004-04-21T18:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T14:25:43.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's over</title><summary type='text'>I think I'm ready to say goodbye to TheGUIDON.*sigh*False alarm, folks. I'm still in. =)***I feel so depressed. Have you guys seen 'Save the Last Dance'? If you haven't, it's about this white girl who moved to the ghetto to live with her dad/uncle (not too sure). The point is, she moved because her mother died in a car crash. This car crash, apparently, was caused by her rush to get to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108254267994778925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108254267994778925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108254267994778925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108254267994778925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-over.html' title='It&apos;s over'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108233729004146297</id><published>2004-04-19T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T09:17:45.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer...</title><summary type='text'>I'm typing during class right now. I deliberately seated at the back so the teacher wouldn't catch me in any of my antics. Thank you God for the 'show desktop' button. Shit:"We will have a quiz today."Bye.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108233729004146297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108233729004146297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108233729004146297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108233729004146297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/04/computer.html' title='Computer...'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108201972719146108</id><published>2004-04-15T17:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T17:06:17.950+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I was born in May</title><summary type='text'>Babies born in May are happiest, research suggestsThat is the MOST absurd article I've read.***So school began today. As expected, classes were let out early. I chose a schedule with no breaks. Because I frequently get headaches, I'm not too sure if I did the right thing. No headaches today, though. The teachers were cool. Though, I really should've gotten O ris for Fil. It's ironic that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108201972719146108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108201972719146108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108201972719146108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108201972719146108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-was-born-in-may.html' title='I was born in May'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108187925275083723</id><published>2004-04-14T02:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T03:06:40.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A half-full day</title><summary type='text'>It has been days. I swear I am just as busy now just like how it was when there'd been school. Summer classes begins in two days by the way. Chores here errands there. Not that I'm complaining. I've had an epiphany recently, but that's another story. Anyway, I feel better. There are moments when the glass just seems half-full, and I believe this is one - but I'm a bit cloudy on the actual </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108187925275083723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108187925275083723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108187925275083723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108187925275083723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/04/half-full-day.html' title='A half-full day'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108101023213885381</id><published>2004-04-04T00:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-04T00:39:51.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a Management Major</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone noticed the emergence of space-consuming "testimonials" on Friendster? (well the link doesn't show you those testimonials, but *wenk wenk*)Ah, they've finally found a solution to make their testimonial pages seem longer. Pfft.***I am not a morning person. All this time I thought school was the perpetrator zonking me out and making me feel uber exhausted. But what I found out was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108101023213885381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108101023213885381' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108101023213885381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108101023213885381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-management-major.html' title='I am a Management Major'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-108074665256691192</id><published>2004-03-31T23:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:26:49.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Lessons</title><summary type='text'>Things I learned two nights ago- You learn that a person likes a certain person when his or her name pops up more than five times during a conversation.- Denial is an artform. It takes hardship and patient years to master the sacred techniques of denial. I have witnessed the most skillful denial master at work. And I praise her.Things I learned a few hours ago- I suck at denial. Yes, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/108074665256691192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=108074665256691192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108074665256691192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/108074665256691192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/03/some-lessons.html' title='Some Lessons'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107987130651771575</id><published>2004-03-21T20:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-21T20:17:33.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful young people are accidents of nature.I somehow like this quote too much.***Finals begin tomorrow. I should be cramming for Chem, but I'm here surfing the digital world. *sigh* When will I ever take that subject seriously? And ditto for Filipino. I'm on the verge of failing that subject.God, please help me.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107987130651771575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107987130651771575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107987130651771575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107987130651771575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/03/quote.html' title='Quote'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107961917033582991</id><published>2004-03-18T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T22:23:26.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Issues issues</title><summary type='text'>I just found out yesterday that our teachers had more issues than students.Issues involving...students!Bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!Now if only I had the guts to blackmail...***I have not been updating much. I'm pretending to be uber busy with school work.OK. I had mon l'examen orale de francaise two days ago. This exam is supposed to last for ten minutes.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107961917033582991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107961917033582991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107961917033582991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107961917033582991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/03/issues-issues.html' title='Issues issues'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107855404741691132</id><published>2004-03-06T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T14:22:59.013+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><summary type='text'>"Pucha pare! Ang init!""Dude, like, it's scorching hot!" "Eeew! Look at my skin! It's so lagkit naman! Gosh naman, it's so init kasi eh!"*lick finger, let it touch skin...hissssssss.*And I say:"Damn it summer's here."These past few days showed the sun's evil side. It gave no mercy to us folks who have to get from building to building just to reach our classes (in non-airconditioned </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107855404741691132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107855404741691132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107855404741691132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107855404741691132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/03/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107806007683004248</id><published>2004-02-29T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T21:15:03.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons from Dr. Zitpopper</title><summary type='text'>It is no secret that my face contains about a gallon of hardened (and fresh) pus waiting to be prodded by a needle. Well yesterday my face's little inflammations got their wish. Now a visit to the dermatologist is not a way to spend my first Saturday morning without NSTP, but thanks to my mother, I had to visit that horrible office yet again.What I usually like about the dermatologist's place </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107806007683004248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107806007683004248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107806007683004248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107806007683004248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/02/lessons-from-dr-zitpopper.html' title='Lessons from Dr. Zitpopper'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107728518252953067</id><published>2004-02-20T21:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T21:54:59.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers and that sort</title><summary type='text'>Imagine Mr. Lit Teacher aka Mr. Side-A-lookalike lifting the projector/OHP shade and revealing a drawing behind it. On the chalk board.  A very huge drawing. Of a certain flesh of the male anatomy. A certain meat not often displayed in front of the public eyes. With realistic protruding fuzz strategically placed around the image. It was freaky. The reaction on his face may have been blank but the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107728518252953067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107728518252953067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107728518252953067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107728518252953067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/02/teachers-and-that-sort.html' title='Teachers and that sort'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107669128827497041</id><published>2004-02-13T23:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:56:37.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloggers!</title><summary type='text'>Now I don't really see myself as influential but...this blogging craze has spun out of hand. My my block has easily picked up the habit. I'm quite happy really, that things have turned out this way.Now the only problem...how to get them to read this blog.Hiya guys!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107669128827497041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107669128827497041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107669128827497041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107669128827497041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/02/bloggers.html' title='Bloggers!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107665493101067536</id><published>2004-02-13T14:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T14:50:40.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallmark Day</title><summary type='text'>What a day. What-a-day.First I get a message that the english draft deadline is moved to friday instead of monday. Yay! Then I get a message that we were given a free cut for Lit. Double Yay! Maangas pala magtext ang aking guro. I replied to his text asking who it was. He said, "Uhh da titser." But he was nice to reply after my reply with a smilie face (confused?)So now, I've got nothing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107665493101067536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107665493101067536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107665493101067536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107665493101067536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/02/hallmark-day.html' title='Hallmark Day'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107642542821925531</id><published>2004-02-10T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T00:57:28.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Placebos someone will hopefully slip me without my knowledge</title><summary type='text'>Advisory marks with no Fs.A functional mind.An intelligent, walking, talking, reading, not-one-linering FPJ. (I would add a lot more but this page isn't long enough)'A' papers galore.The fulfilling feeling I will get once I rid myself of my research paper and dump the burden on to my teacher's back.A Palanca Award.A content Philippines.World peace.Then will I become a better person.***</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107642542821925531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107642542821925531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107642542821925531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107642542821925531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/02/placebos-someone-will-hopefully-slip.html' title='Placebos someone will hopefully slip me without my knowledge'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107547470439518967</id><published>2004-01-30T22:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:05:11.686+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit</title><summary type='text'>On the side of the road I sit waiting patientlyLingering, waiting for a traveler's fleeting glance For a pair of curious eyes, a quick lookNot of disgust, not of repulsionAcknowledgement.A shadow from a distanceCome closerBe not afraidAllow your outer solesTo feel my essence.NoYou find your way aroundA clever step of evasionYour eyes look down A glare, a scowl.On the side of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107547470439518967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107547470439518967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107547470439518967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107547470439518967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/01/shit.html' title='Shit'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107366045663539691</id><published>2004-01-09T23:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T21:07:07.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Curdler evening (nakxx! new term from chem!)</title><summary type='text'>howmaygad it's been a while. I'll try to add the stuff I've written on paper soon. But now, a bit of an update.I finally went to school yesterday when I arrived just 12 hours before. My mom didn't allow me to bring the car. Bangag pa kasiAh nothing beats a 9 am class with a quiz right after the bell rings. It was for French. Thank God I only had 1 mistake. *ahem* Thank you-thank you-thank you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107366045663539691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107366045663539691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107366045663539691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107366045663539691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2004/01/blood-curdler-evening-nakxx-new-term.html' title='Blood Curdler evening (nakxx! new term from chem!)'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107231790672580952</id><published>2003-12-25T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-25T10:06:06.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seasons Greetings!</title><summary type='text'>I think this will be my last post in a while, but who knows? I might find a deserted wired computer when I walk up and down unknown streets...I'm flying back to Los Angeles tomorrow (Christmas day! would you believe it?) then having a road trip to Vegas the day after. Wahoo! I hope I can do some nasty stuff there...bwahahahaha...I spent all day doing my English proposal thing today. I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107231790672580952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107231790672580952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107231790672580952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107231790672580952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/seasons-greetings.html' title='Seasons Greetings!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107213850583684942</id><published>2003-12-23T08:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T08:16:03.546+08:00</updated><title type='text'>*sniff* *koff*</title><summary type='text'>I feel horrible. Last night I had the chills, then a few hours after, I felt very very hot.I'm hoping against all hope it's not the flu.Well I frolicked in this snow-capped mountain of sorts called Sandia Crest. And now I'm suffering the consequences. Twas fun though. Snow Snow Snow Snow!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Oooooohhhhh I also had some Krispy Kremes two days ago. Yum yum yum. *slurp*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107213850583684942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107213850583684942' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107213850583684942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107213850583684942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/sniff-koff.html' title='*sniff* *koff*'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107186351667609831</id><published>2003-12-20T03:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T03:53:10.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bwahahaha</title><summary type='text'>Heehee. Jamie wrote about our Bagiou trip in her column.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107186351667609831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107186351667609831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107186351667609831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107186351667609831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/bwahahaha.html' title='Bwahahaha'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107176947544189795</id><published>2003-12-19T01:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T01:45:28.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of the Movies</title><summary type='text'>I just saw the LOTR Return of the King yesterday. I liked it. It was a tad bit too long, but man, was it good!Gollum was annoying as usual. I wanted to grab him by the neck, poke his eyes out, and hit him against a wall until he sees stars.No, wait. I already poked his eyes out. *shrugs*Aragorn was filthy as usual. More like covered in chocolate. Yum. Now Legolas was squeaky clean...as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107176947544189795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107176947544189795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107176947544189795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107176947544189795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/lord-of-movies.html' title='Lord of the Movies'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107158870712808812</id><published>2003-12-16T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-16T23:32:38.420+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and it isn't even snowing yet</title><summary type='text'>It is now 18 degrees fahrenheit.That's like below zero in centigrade.&amp;^^%^$&amp;#^%######^^^@#@$^$&amp;I could eat my fingers without even realizing it.brr.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107158870712808812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107158870712808812' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107158870712808812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107158870712808812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/and-it-isnt-even-snowing-yet.html' title='and it isn&apos;t even snowing yet'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107154887852465959</id><published>2003-12-16T12:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T01:39:27.263+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A (pissy) traveler's tale</title><summary type='text'>Guess who I saw in Japan? Vince from high school! I mean, here we are, not seeing each other for a while and then seeing each other again in a totally different country! Well, actually we were in the same flight. We saw each other as we were already getting off the plane. The lucky bastard was in Business Class. tsk. He's headed for Florida though, and I'm headed somewhere else.I was pissy the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107154887852465959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107154887852465959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107154887852465959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107154887852465959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/pissy-travelers-tale.html' title='A (pissy) traveler&apos;s tale'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107107202806110474</id><published>2003-12-11T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-11T00:01:13.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>au revoir mes amies</title><summary type='text'>School school school. This week was worse than hell week. The past two nights, I slept at 2:30 am. Now lateness or earliness is relative...but 2:30 am is pretty much late for my standards.Tonight was tiring too. It's currently 11:16 pm...I'm still in the middle of this essay I have to do...it's killing me! I'd rather write here than write about a subject of personal importance to me...come to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107107202806110474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107107202806110474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107107202806110474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107107202806110474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/au-revoir-mes-amies.html' title='au revoir mes amies'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107090511572933207</id><published>2003-12-09T01:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T01:39:19.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets are evil things, my dear</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon as my brother and I were in the car, Britney and Madonna's phlegm-webbed vocal chords start poisoning the vehicle's insides.My face scrunches and becomes indistinguishable. My finger quickly jabs the radio buttons in quick search for a cure to my currently melting ears.Then a sound snaps my attention out from the radio box. It was my brother in a cry of protest. "Ateeeeeee!!! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107090511572933207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107090511572933207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107090511572933207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107090511572933207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/secrets-are-evil-things-my-dear.html' title='secrets are evil things, my dear'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107072000467486411</id><published>2003-12-06T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T23:28:49.170+08:00</updated><title type='text'>so sad</title><summary type='text'>Remember we interviewed Miriam Santiago last July? Well it's just sad about her son. I know it's a bit late and all, but I want to share part of the interview transcript here...(It's quite long so brace yourselves...it's actually interesting, with stuff to laugh about inserted here and there..so read on..if you don't want to have a headache, then don't)What's it like being a mother? Is it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107072000467486411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107072000467486411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107072000467486411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107072000467486411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/so-sad.html' title='so sad'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107071996747819829</id><published>2003-12-01T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T22:13:43.996+08:00</updated><title type='text'>overdue continuation</title><summary type='text'>Forget the last post where I said I'd be updating the next day. I guess I've been tied down (yeah right, but hey I'd like to make myself believe that so as far as I'm concerned, it's the truth).Bottomline on the Baguio trip, it sucked. We were treated like prisoners in the BotanicalGarden the whole time. On the uhmmm..better side of it, I finally had beer that does not belong to anyone who </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107071996747819829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107071996747819829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107071996747819829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107071996747819829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/12/overdue-continuation.html' title='overdue continuation'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-107071990956845813</id><published>2003-11-26T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T22:12:31.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>lump of an earthly surface</title><summary type='text'>Forget my previous post. I can't possibly make you green with envy going to that wretched bump-in-the-earth for the weekend. Bathing me with a refreshing blast of fire right now wouldn't hurt because I had been to hell and back. Baguio ACP = Hell The reason why I picked Baguio for my ACP was mainly because it sounded fun. The way they advertised the place was great. And what better timing: </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/107071990956845813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=107071990956845813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107071990956845813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/107071990956845813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/11/lump-of-earthly-surface.html' title='lump of an earthly surface'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106923178428038996</id><published>2003-11-19T16:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T16:59:02.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parlez-vous Francais?</title><summary type='text'>I've finally had French yesterday. I was late but thankfully in time for the prof to call my name out as I stepped inside the (uber small - three rows only) room.Boy was he great! Talo talaga si Monfort sa kanya! At the beginning he was scrambling for his chalk and he was muttering words all too French to himself! And he does it real fast too (unlike Monfort!). Then he spoke straight French to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106923178428038996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106923178428038996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106923178428038996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106923178428038996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/11/parlez-vous-francais.html' title='&lt;i&gt;Parlez-vous Francais?&lt;/i&gt;'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106889943202842035</id><published>2003-11-13T09:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T20:30:52.500+08:00</updated><title type='text'>grr</title><summary type='text'>It's the one subject I look forward to this semester and I decide to ignore my alarm clock. So I was rushing. I didn't have time to have breakfast. Then I find out that the building French was in was in Bellarmine, the building farthest from civilization. uurrrgghhh. So I went up three floors panting and sweating hoping to give mr french a good first impression (yeah right). I went into the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106889943202842035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106889943202842035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106889943202842035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106889943202842035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/11/grr.html' title='grr'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106839120681401517</id><published>2003-11-09T23:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T23:20:04.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blast</title><summary type='text'>What are the signs that your computer has that blasted blaster worm? Does this message pop up with this countdown that says the computer's shutting down once it hits zero?*yipes*</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106839120681401517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106839120681401517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106839120681401517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106839120681401517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/11/blast.html' title='blast'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106830868993852856</id><published>2003-11-09T00:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T01:32:10.630+08:00</updated><title type='text'>great.</title><summary type='text'>This is just great. My editor thinks I'm a party animal. Apparently, I had been out the times she called my house at night, which mind you happens really seldom ("Nag bonding na nga kami ng mom mo eh!," she says).Now the staff knows me as a party animal. Sample conversation:Editor: The awards night is going to be on the 12th of December. Me: Nyaiiiii I don't think I can come! I won't be here</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106830868993852856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106830868993852856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106830868993852856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106830868993852856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/11/great.html' title='great.'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106809964684967851</id><published>2003-11-06T14:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T15:07:53.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>out of my wits</title><summary type='text'>I apologize for making you get sick of the cobweb-infested page for more than a week. Well if I plan on letting you take a peek at my life, not updating would be the perfect action to take. =)So I'm bored. I got my grades 3 days ago. Let's see: B, B, B, B+, B+, and D.Damn you, ms. "so there" 'bebe.Thank God I wouldn't have to see you next sem. Good riddance. Goodbye, Physics. Hello, Chemistry</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106809964684967851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106809964684967851' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106809964684967851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106809964684967851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/11/out-of-my-wits.html' title='out of my wits'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106726636580895058</id><published>2003-10-27T22:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T22:55:03.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendster Schmendster</title><summary type='text'>You have xxx new friend request/s, You have xxx new testimonial/s, You have xxx new message/sSound familiar? These days, trying to find a non-Friendster user is similar to finding someone who will admit to being a Jolina fan. Even a simple journey to CTC cannot spare me from catching snippets of conversation from different groups of people excitedly exchanging words that include 'testimonial'</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106726636580895058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106726636580895058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106726636580895058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106726636580895058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/friendster-schmendster.html' title='Friendster Schmendster'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106641302792425228</id><published>2003-10-18T01:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-18T02:24:35.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop Kiss!</title><summary type='text'>Ahhh...sembreak. My mind has finally rested well. I'd been planning on waking up late until I received a message saying I have a meeting at 2:30. So I went. The La Salle thing is on next wednesday! Since I was up that early, I also caught American Wedding. Buying the tickets had been...ermm...thrilling: Me: *in a very casual, direct, and confident manner* "Miss, dalawang American Wedding"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106641302792425228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106641302792425228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106641302792425228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106641302792425228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/stop-kiss.html' title='Stop Kiss!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106622915308847296</id><published>2003-10-13T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T22:49:56.586+08:00</updated><title type='text'>~~continuation~~</title><summary type='text'>It turns out he wasn't drunk at all. He overtook some car, skidded, and rammed into a tree. Missy, Neri, Cathy, Andi, Gail, Mark, Lex, and I went to his wake today. The ride towards the place had been a blast. Everyone was smiling and hammering everyone to admit who their crushes are ;) Everyone was just screaming and making intriga (haha I now know who my lit teacher's crush is!!!). Once </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106622915308847296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106622915308847296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106622915308847296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106622915308847296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/continuation.html' title='~~continuation~~'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106596420681567605</id><published>2003-10-12T21:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T21:10:06.826+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Damned Life</title><summary type='text'>Please excuse me for returning to the topic, but two deaths in a span of two weeks is just not right. I received this message this morning: Luigi had a car acdnt lst nyt. His wake wil b at santuario san antonio. Pls pray 4 hm. F u cn go tom, pls inform us. Pls pass 2 those concernd. I didn't react on in immediately because I had received prank messages before saying something about someone </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106596420681567605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106596420681567605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106596420681567605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106596420681567605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/damned-life.html' title='Damned Life'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106577993731923771</id><published>2003-10-10T17:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T00:37:49.253+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye first semester</title><summary type='text'>One thing I did not expect in college is the rapid movement of time. Today, being the last day of the semester, made me experience a mixture of emotions. I certainly did not want it to end so soon. I cannot help but compare this whirlwind of a time to a snow globe. A naive freshman begins his or her year with the shaking of the globe. As time progresses, the contents settle to the bottom, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106577993731923771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106577993731923771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106577993731923771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106577993731923771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/goodbye-first-semester.html' title='Goodbye first semester'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106567646772223153</id><published>2003-10-08T22:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T00:48:44.183+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilemma!!! Help me!!!</title><summary type='text'>This morning, I was roused from precious sleep by a knock on my bedroom door. I groggily trudged towards the sound and swung my door open and found my five-year-old sister smiling up at me. Sister: "Ate, do you want to go to Wamewica?"Me: "Huh? What's Wamewica?" Thinking it was just one of her non-sense questions, which comes quite often actually, I slammed the door. She's cute and I love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106567646772223153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106567646772223153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106567646772223153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106567646772223153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/dilemma-help-me.html' title='Dilemma!!! 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An A in a major paper! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106543274127902183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106543274127902183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543274127902183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543274127902183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/sisters.html' title='SiStErS???'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106543267162705162</id><published>2003-10-01T22:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:31:35.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pseudo-adventure?</title><summary type='text'>I hung out with a bunch of Miriamites today (do they call them that? Knollers perhaps?). All because I had to put up these posters to UP and Miriam. My partner-in-crime's dormmate was from Miriam so a bunch them tagged along. Man they are kalog! They certainly have a lot of those corny jokes you laugh at just because it's corny. We first stopped by Miriam where another Miriamite came along. Then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106543267162705162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106543267162705162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543267162705162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543267162705162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/10/pseudo-adventure.html' title='Pseudo-adventure?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106543262654194697</id><published>2003-09-29T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:30:50.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six Feet Under Moment</title><summary type='text'>WARNING: DEPRESSING ENTRY!!!What is death? Heaven? Hell? Eternal sleep? (&lt; this I can use) I remember the first time someone died on me. I was 12 and my grandfather passed on. I remember it like it was just yesterday. I had just gotten home from school. I had been laughing at some juvenile joke at the bus. I remember seeing my grandmother by the gate all dressed up. must be going somewhere I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106543262654194697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106543262654194697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543262654194697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543262654194697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/09/six-feet-under-moment.html' title='Six Feet Under Moment'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106543256969357133</id><published>2003-09-26T23:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:29:52.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>a moment of silence</title><summary type='text'>Hah! After hearing it yesterday from my mother, it is only now that I realize the truth in her words: "OK lang yung nangyari basta walang nasaktan". It just sank in a few hours ago because I really do not deserve to be let off the hook that easy. It's like I should suffer eternal damnation if I don't feel any guilt at all. But worse things happen. Today Inday Badiday passed away. May God bless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106543256969357133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106543256969357133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543256969357133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543256969357133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/09/moment-of-silence.html' title='a moment of silence'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106543252602875635</id><published>2003-09-25T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:29:09.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trauma.</title><summary type='text'>I hate myself. You know those days where you think the events of the day will turn out to be routine? And you're hoping it would? This is not it. I absolutely hate myself. I should've been lolling around my room the past few hours. But no. I didn't know I am actually capable of hating myself this much. Shit happens. You’re welcome to call me shallow if you want. I collided with a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106543252602875635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106543252602875635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543252602875635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543252602875635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/09/trauma.html' title='trauma.'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106543245246472018</id><published>2003-09-22T15:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T22:53:40.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can we be friends?</title><summary type='text'> have just discovered Friendster and wow...I heard it was addicting but I didn't know it was THIS addicting! *** By the way, the other day I was chitchatting with this girl from Fil class..sort of reminiscing about high school and saying all the dumb things that happen then...then I ask her what school she went to coz I never really knew..She started saying "O....B..." as though in slow motion</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543245246472018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543245246472018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/09/can-we-be-friends.html' title='Can we be friends?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106543238107585290</id><published>2003-09-14T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T17:26:20.840+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ateneo!</title><summary type='text'>Ateneo won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! yay I saw the game live yesterday..whoops..I mean I saw half of the game live all because of me and my bestfriend, stupidness. I'm not in the mood for going into details but all I have to say is me and cars do not mix. Add to that, I have to use my mother's car again tomorrow coz it's going to be in the shop</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106543238107585290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106543238107585290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543238107585290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106543238107585290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/09/go-ateneo.html' title='Go Ateneo!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106273449062527599</id><published>2003-09-04T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T21:56:45.653+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adventure</title><summary type='text'>Aaahhh yesterday was such a long day. So it was my friend Bianch’s birthday and naturally, we jumped at the chance to use it as an excuse for the high school group to scream at each other’s faces once again. It was going to be this surprise thing where we don’t greet her at all then we just show up at her place at the end of the day.So we decide to meet up at Greenhills then from there we head </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106273449062527599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106273449062527599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106273449062527599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106273449062527599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/09/adventure.html' title='adventure'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106241006876283870</id><published>2003-09-01T17:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T22:16:24.703+08:00</updated><title type='text'>slow slow life</title><summary type='text'>NSTP two days ago was terrible. Usually there would be around 5-10 kids for every two volunteers. Last saturday, 21 kids show up for class and guess who didn't show: my partner. So I was stuck with 21 brats all restless, some even crawling to sneak out the door and buy food. It was chaotic! Some kids even gang up on me and show me thier dragonflies. Next week we meet up with their parents. eek.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106241006876283870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106241006876283870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106241006876283870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106241006876283870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/09/slow-slow-life.html' title='slow slow life'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240770680740038</id><published>2003-08-29T17:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:15:28.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>where's mars by the way?</title><summary type='text'>Thank God for last night's power failure otherwise I wouldn't have gone to sleep at all. Been catching up on TV watching. Anyway, I was lying in my bed waiting to sleep when I hear these bickering voices. Ahhh neighbors... They're at it again. This one particular neighbor's such a warfreak especially to her kids. I pity them sometimes. One time I was walking home and she and her kid were ahead of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240770680740038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240770680740038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240770680740038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240770680740038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/wheres-mars-by-way.html' title='where&apos;s mars by the way?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240766306434332</id><published>2003-08-26T10:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:14:44.486+08:00</updated><title type='text'>unusual...</title><summary type='text'>With great power comes great responsibility I guess spideyman's uncle had been giving a warning for kiddies everywhere to beware of extra chores... Yesterday my mother tells me to pick up my brother from school *horror!* I wasn't too excited to see my old school but I agreed without any argument anyway. Instead of going round and round the theatre mall, I parked and walked around a bit. I saw</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240766306434332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240766306434332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240766306434332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240766306434332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/unusual.html' title='unusual...'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240761697794350</id><published>2003-08-23T19:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:13:57.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>is today 'absurd day'?</title><summary type='text'>Today my father pops an unusual question out of the blue, "How's school?" he says. I had to stop and think a bit and wonder if my parentals had already gotten my advisory marks. Thank God they haven't. I don't think I've gotten more than a D for Physics. Urgh. *** Speaking of my dad, I was quite irritated with him today. I guess he found out from my mother that a bunch of us from school saw a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240761697794350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240761697794350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240761697794350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240761697794350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/is-today-absurd-day.html' title='is today &apos;absurd day&apos;?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240755224194380</id><published>2003-08-22T17:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:12:51.296+08:00</updated><title type='text'>worthless musings</title><summary type='text'>Such a lazy day today. No school and the sky's an ugly shade of gray. It takes a lot to keep my sanity. Been surfing like a lazy slob in front of my TV and what appeared before me made me realize that I'm not the most disgusting person in the Philippines. I was flipping throught those local noon shows and those Sexbomb Girls disgusted the hell out of me. They were having this contest scouring the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240755224194380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240755224194380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240755224194380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240755224194380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/worthless-musings.html' title='worthless musings'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240751002533035</id><published>2003-08-18T22:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:12:09.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>headbanger</title><summary type='text'>oooh someone save me from this splitting headache. It's been banging on my head since this afternoon. argh! I got to play pool today. I think it's the third time in my whole life that I've played pool. I sucked but twas fun. TheGUIDON's issue in which an article of mine would appear has been moved to october. haha...the other interviewees for my staff are apparently hard to reach. hehehe goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240751002533035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240751002533035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240751002533035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240751002533035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/headbanger.html' title='headbanger'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240738972484918</id><published>2003-08-13T05:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T23:08:42.733+08:00</updated><title type='text'>me me me me me me!!!!</title><summary type='text'>eew. Is it just me or have guestbooks started getting nastier and nastier? Si I met the king of small talk today - in the form of a cab driver (stupid coding). He proposed this absurd idea that all workers should just work at night while kids should go to school in the morning to ease the traffic. Uh hello? I'm assuming he doesn't have kids of his own. Who would they come home to? Then he goes </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240738972484918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240738972484918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240738972484918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240738972484918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/me-me-me-me-me-me.html' title='me me me me me me!!!!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240733436650209</id><published>2003-08-12T21:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:09:10.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shakespeare had it so easy...wanna trade places?</title><summary type='text'>Brain, brain. Wherefore art thou, brain? Yoohoo! Art thou behind the noble monitor? *checks* Neither brain nor inspiration is behind yonder. Oh inspiration, where have thou goneth as well? These are the momenttthhs when I yearn for thou the most-eth (hehe). Where art thy mannerseth then? Show forth thy dignified fronts! Merde merde! Je ne sais pas comment a ecrire parce que je suis un </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240733436650209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240733436650209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240733436650209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240733436650209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/shakespeare-had-it-so-easywanna-trade.html' title='Shakespeare had it so easy...wanna trade places?'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240728542962377</id><published>2003-08-11T22:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:08:23.663+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not a pressure cooker!!!</title><summary type='text'>pukenginang writer's block 'yan</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240728542962377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240728542962377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240728542962377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240728542962377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/im-not-pressure-cooker.html' title='I&apos;m not a pressure cooker!!!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240718262213039</id><published>2003-08-07T16:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:06:39.553+08:00</updated><title type='text'>swing swing swing...ugh! LSS!</title><summary type='text'>Being internet deprived can truly make one go nucking futs. Stupid home computer broke down. May it rest in peace. I just hope it gets repaired real soon or I'm really terribly going futs. *** Noname: Anna! Anna: *blinks and stares blankly* Noname: From Physics! And I think we're in the same math class too! Anna: Oh...right! Hi! ahehe... Yikes...not only am I bad with names but bad with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240718262213039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240718262213039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240718262213039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240718262213039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/08/swing-swing-swingugh-lss.html' title='swing swing swing...ugh! LSS!'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240713458412144</id><published>2003-07-30T18:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:06:01.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>low low low low</title><summary type='text'>Aahh days like these just have to exist (besides the monthly womanly hells I mean). Nothing really wrong in particular happened. Well I don't know. I was watching Six Feet Under last night and it just scared the hell out of me (even more than Bangkok Haunted..hehe). My self-esteem really tends to get lower and lower all the time. I feel really guilty because I was just telling someone the other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240713458412144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240713458412144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240713458412144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240713458412144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/07/low-low-low-low.html' title='low low low low'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240709562825086</id><published>2003-07-29T06:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:05:13.510+08:00</updated><title type='text'>caNnOt ThInk oF a TitLe</title><summary type='text'>I should really quit injecting more fat into my system. After this piece of cake. *** I skipped 2 classes today. It's for a good cause, mind you. The interview went well. Managed not to laugh too much coz she was guffawing in a real silly way as well..bwahaha.. I managed to sneak in to Physics after. Dunno if Ms.So-There-Aheh-Aheh-Ahehehe caught me though. I hope not. I've had it with her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240709562825086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240709562825086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240709562825086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240709562825086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/07/cannot-think-of-title.html' title='caNnOt ThInk oF a TitLe'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5742626.post-106240699292623500</id><published>2003-07-28T03:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T17:03:33.180+08:00</updated><title type='text'>blah blah</title><summary type='text'>Ah there's nothing quite like staying home on a monday amidst political turmoil, which mind you is said to be 'over' by our beloved president. It turned out fine actually. No bloodshed visible. Oh by the way, I'm supposed to be having a long test right this second if it weren't for those angsty teen-like rebellious troops and the SONA. So thank you, troops. *** Two days ago, I went out with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/feeds/106240699292623500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5742626&amp;postID=106240699292623500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240699292623500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5742626/posts/default/106240699292623500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anonymuse.blogspot.com/2003/07/blah-blah.html' title='blah blah'/><author><name>anonymuse</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v189/anonymuse/Avatar.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
