<?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-5828804435636555316</id><updated>2011-09-05T17:50:40.221+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the girl moves to london</title><subtitle type='html'>"i'm just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>152</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-2837549006853458446</id><published>2010-01-27T10:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:58:50.538Z</updated><title type='text'>"Twitter" Song - Gabe Bondoc</title><content type='html'>this is toooo cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbjzrV02pak&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sbjzrV02pak&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm Twittering, I'm Twittering, wow!&lt;br /&gt;Check your followers, I'm following you.. starting now.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I'm Twittering, I'm Twittering, wow!&lt;br /&gt;What else can I see?&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're following me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-2837549006853458446?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2837549006853458446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=2837549006853458446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2837549006853458446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2837549006853458446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/twitter-song-gabe-bondoc.html' title='&quot;Twitter&quot; 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I'm also just a girl, standing in front of a boy, asking him to love her."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6126490466661498127?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6126490466661498127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6126490466661498127' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6126490466661498127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6126490466661498127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-forget.html' title='don&apos;t forget...'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-2081112445572107023</id><published>2010-01-04T21:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T21:00:43.164Z</updated><title type='text'>i wonder if..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/S0JW7ATQZCI/AAAAAAAAAVg/khrku5igYc4/s1600-h/dancing-in-the-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 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target="_blank"&gt;http://formspring.me/anirtakanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.formspring.me/widget/view/anirtakanna?&amp;amp;size=large&amp;amp;bgcolor=%23FFFFFF&amp;amp;fgcolor=%23333333" style="border: medium none ;" frameborder="0" height="275" scrolling="no" width="400"&gt;&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;a href="http://www.formspring.me/anirtakanna"&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;http://www.formspring.me/anirtakanna&amp;amp;amp;amp;lt;/a&amp;amp;amp;amp;gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6403667563728233551?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6403667563728233551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6403667563728233551' 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type='text'>taking chances</title><content type='html'>ok so this song has just on replay on my ipod and i seriously can't get this song out of my head right now. somehow it just puts a smile on my face, makes me happy on the inside and somehow i feel quite hopeful too. life and love, after all, is all about taking chances. taking that leap of faith that things wouldn't turn out so bad. taking chances without considering the consequences of you getting hurt, sometimes you wouldn't necessarily get hurt at all. sometimes we might just have to take that chance in order for us to be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4YH0zfRIV8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4YH0zfRIV8Q&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't know much about your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't know much about your world, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Don't want to be alone tonight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this planet they call earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't know about my past, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't have a future figured out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And maybe this is going too fast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe it's not meant to last,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;what do you say to taking chances,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to start again,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could show me how to try,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe you could take me in,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere underneath your skin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I had my heart beaten down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I always come back for more, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There's nothing like love to pull you up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you're laying down on the floor there&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So talk to me, talk to me,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah walk with me, walk with me,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do,&lt;br /&gt;Like lovers do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to taking chances,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to jumping off the edge?&lt;br /&gt;Never knowing if there's solid ground below&lt;br /&gt;Or hand to hold, or hell to pay,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know much about your life&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know much about your world&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4700508509509591017?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7379981132666094835</id><published>2009-12-27T00:44:00.013Z</published><updated>2009-12-27T01:50:30.311Z</updated><title type='text'>avatar cuteness</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;avatars are too cute. they are a cute way to make a statement.&lt;br /&gt;and no, i'm talking about the movie by james cameron. well, not yet anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;below are some avatars i picked that i like best that could describe me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/217/217542ooyirav58q.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/201/201478oyuyuosn5e.jpg" border="0" height="96" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/36/36542cqufffhnpb.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-games.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/459/459032keevhk1pgg.gif" border="0" height="96" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/875/875762y0i1rdj48w.jpg" width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/1785/1785851htgu19elz6.png" width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/974/974051kwkmujp3uo.jpg" border="0" height="96" width="96" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes a song can say what i really feel better than anything i'll write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl9.glitter-graphics.net/pub/409/409499llxw5fnmd0.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;good luck indeed. get ready heart for a rollercoaster of emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl.glitter-graphics.net/pub/219/219581yhl2paslc8.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, i wouldn't call it "love" just yet. maybe a "strong like". yeah maybe that could work. i fell in "strong like". ok, hmm.. nah, doesn't really work. so fine.... i fell in "love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl8.glitter-graphics.net/pub/932/932928gnzkj0j8i7.gif" width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;completely no idea. i'd like to keep a secret for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl2.glitter-graphics.net/pub/961/961542nnhwn7chrn.gif" width=100 height=100 border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok this one was just HAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;still HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here's one i really like, so worth a watch.&lt;br /&gt;enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glitter-graphics.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://dl4.glitter-graphics.net/pub/475/475094mv8hr3cf7a.gif" border="0" height="100" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok i guess that's enough for now. don't want to flood my blog with too much avatars.&lt;br /&gt;cuteness off. 3d glasses on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7379981132666094835?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7379981132666094835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7379981132666094835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7379981132666094835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7379981132666094835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/12/learn-more-about-me-through-avatars.html' title='avatar cuteness'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7561639776597599009</id><published>2009-12-25T00:27:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-12-26T01:12:06.164Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SzVbM2ZKxvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZjuNl1nM9Ls/s1600-h/parol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 197px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SzVbM2ZKxvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZjuNl1nM9Ls/s320/parol.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419338002927896306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Wishing you all the timeless treasures of Christmas,the warmth of home, the love of family and company of good friends. Have a blessed Merry Christmas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;all my love, Kat xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Merry Christmas to everyone back home! Most especially to my amazing friends and their families. I miss u guys so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;All my love, anakat. xx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special gift to you guys, i dedicate these songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my love of Glee..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/niU6OZ71l9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/niU6OZ71l9c&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, a tagalog song. Because this is one memorable song this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9XIrzD25U1I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9XIrzD25U1I&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7561639776597599009?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7561639776597599009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7561639776597599009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7561639776597599009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7561639776597599009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/12/wishing-you-all-timeless-treasures-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SzVbM2ZKxvI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ZjuNl1nM9Ls/s72-c/parol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3951688879400650047</id><published>2009-12-15T00:16:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-15T00:18:57.858Z</updated><title type='text'>Dear Santa..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SybVzsRc91I/AAAAAAAAATQ/n7vhE2Hwjss/s1600-h/dear+santa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 369px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SybVzsRc91I/AAAAAAAAATQ/n7vhE2Hwjss/s200/dear+santa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415250685994006354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://beautyineverything.com/3119381938"&gt;Beauty in Everything - Photography&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-3951688879400650047?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3951688879400650047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=3951688879400650047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3951688879400650047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3951688879400650047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/12/beauty-in-everything-photography.html' title='Dear Santa..'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SybVzsRc91I/AAAAAAAAATQ/n7vhE2Hwjss/s72-c/dear+santa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3985692134929820966</id><published>2009-11-30T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-30T22:26:11.186Z</updated><title type='text'>inspiring</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second of every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is leftover when being in love had burned away, and it is both an art and an unfortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;Chapter 47, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, as said by Dr Iannis&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-3985692134929820966?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3985692134929820966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=3985692134929820966' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3985692134929820966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3985692134929820966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/inspiring.html' title='inspiring'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3296908709634406343</id><published>2009-11-05T22:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T22:47:14.642Z</updated><title type='text'>a girl can dream right?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;for sometimes dreams do come true.&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"I'm the guy who will hold you when you're crying, and wipe away you're tears. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who thinks you look beautiful with no makeup on. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who won't pressure you to do things you don't want too. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who'll show up at your house with soup and a movie when you're not feeling well. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who kisses your forehead. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who will tickle you randomnly tickle you just to hear you laugh. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who doesn't kiss and tell. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who actually listens when you talk. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who is excited all day because I'm looking forward to our date that night. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who is content with just being able to hold you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who can't help but smile when you walk into the room. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who'll say I love you and not be afraid of it. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who's perfectly content with staying in and watching movies and cuddling. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m the guy who won't lie to you about where he's going or where he's been or who he's been with. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m the guy who gets butterflies when he hears your name. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who's not afraid to tell his friends he loves you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m the guy who doesn't mess with other girls when I have you. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I’m the guy who doesn't care about your imperfections and loves you more for them.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who will hold you while we watch the sunset.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm the guy who wants to make you the happiest girl in the world."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh just admit it, you want to hear it being said to you too right? :D&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-3296908709634406343?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3296908709634406343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=3296908709634406343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3296908709634406343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3296908709634406343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/girl-can-dream-right.html' title='a girl can dream right?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6214357612537680645</id><published>2009-11-01T00:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T01:46:48.015Z</updated><title type='text'>Favorite October Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Recently people have been asking me alot of questions. So maybe seeing you gave me the answers i need, and maybe, just maybe it's a sign. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5285956010"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 30 12:36:00 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:36 PM Oct 30th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"for the rare and unexpected friend, for the way you're something that i never choose but at the same time, something i don't wanna lose.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5275194445"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 30 01:13:41 +0000 2009'}"&gt;1:13 AM Oct 30th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Missing You is totally an understatement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;        &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;       &lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5242020370"&gt;         &lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 28 22:10:39 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:10 PM Oct 28th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"And I wonder if I ever cross your mind. For me it happens all the time." @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/LadyAntebellum"&gt;LadyAntebellum&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;         &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;       &lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5216760369"&gt;         &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5216760369"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 28 00:45:24 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:45 AM Oct 28th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Watching BBC2 right now. The Philippines is being featured in Charley Boorman's "Sydney to Tokyo: By Any Means".&lt;/span&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;       &lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5156417085"&gt;         &lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 25 21:33:54 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:33 PM Oct 25th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Supporting PG Charity Golf at Stapleford Abbotts Golfclub, while I enjoy my club cheeseburger and chips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5150311413"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 25 16:45:56 +0000 2009'}"&gt;4:45 PM Oct 25th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/devices" rel="nofollow"&gt;txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Thanks to daylight savings time, i get an extra hour - yup, an extra hour of sleep. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5136811688"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 25 01:41:26 +0000 2009'}"&gt;1:41 AM Oct 25th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Attending the Financial Learning Campaign at the Grosvenor hotel. Presentations by Bangko Sentral ng Pilipinas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5122788609"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Oct 24 13:54:14 +0000 2009'}"&gt;2:54 PM Oct 24th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/devices" rel="nofollow"&gt;txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Every minute's like an hour,Every hour's like a day,Every day lasts forever, But what else am i gonna do? i'd wait forever &amp;amp; a day for you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5109925713"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 23 23:28:28 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:28 AM Oct 24th&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Ate Cathy's life goals for me: Graduate with distinction. Get into Credit Suisse with 60k pay. Learn diving. Get an Italian/Greek Boyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5106272387"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 23 20:38:58 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:38 PM Oct 23rd&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;At the Philemb, with Senator @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/piacayetano"&gt;piacayetano&lt;/a&gt; and various ladies of FilCom-UK. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5102882494"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 23 18:05:19 +0000 2009'}"&gt;7:05 PM Oct 23rd&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.seesmic.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Seesmic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"its a masterful melody when he calls out my name to me...&amp;amp; i feel like im falling but its no surprise...&amp;amp; im out of my league once again.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt; &lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a class="entry-date" rel="bookmark" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5082551055"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 22 23:25:06 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:25 AM Oct 23rd&lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/a&gt;       &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I'd only be Romeo if you be my Juliet." Hahahaha! Ang cheesy! Hahaha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5079118215" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 22 20:54:51 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:54 PM Oct 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;At the Philemb, doing some last minute packing for the last pick-up today! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5067200027" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 22 11:41:36 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:41 PM Oct 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Gonna be on pinoyradiouk again, later. Eeeeep, gawin ko daw hobby un? hehe :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5049802150" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 21 18:59:49 +0000 2009'}"&gt;7:59 PM Oct 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Movie night again! Dr Parnassus, totally free! Definitely gonna do this more often. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/5025827743" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 20 19:45:26 +0000 2009'}"&gt;8:45 PM Oct 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://help.twitter.com/index.php?pg=kb.page&amp;amp;id=75" rel="nofollow"&gt;txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Yey exactly four months from today until the big day. No, it doesn't involve any white dresses. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4990861321" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Oct 19 13:30:23 +0000 2009'}"&gt;2:30 PM Oct 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Right now I feel like the guy who was told, “Cheer up — things could be worse!” So he cheered up, and sure enough, things got worse."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4976823623" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 18 23:09:20 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:09 AM Oct 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"You might as well stop smiling. We can see the pain behind your eyes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4974761182" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 18 21:27:59 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:27 PM Oct 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Someone told me "KAT, ka-Birthday mo si commander! Maybe if and when you marry 8 children din! hahaha!" Oh noooo... LOL :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4972415066" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 18 19:37:56 +0000 2009'}"&gt;8:37 PM Oct 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"There's a saying old,says that love is blind. Stil we're often told "Seek&amp;amp;ye shall find" so im goin to seek a certain lad i've had in mind"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4927941076" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Oct 16 22:29:28 +0000 2009'}"&gt;11:29 PM Oct 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;First pick-up at the Philemb: 25 boxes. Second pick-up tomorrow: 71 boxes! Woohoo! Galing namin. Hehehe. :) Labour of love un ah. Hehe. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4898333493" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 15 20:51:26 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:51 PM Oct 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Will be packing boxes later at Philemb, getting them ready for the pick-up tomorrow. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4859988275" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 14 11:50:05 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:50 PM Oct 14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Radio broadcaster: "How many children do you have?" Someone: "I have four daughters, all girls." Wow, LOL. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4844781923" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 13 21:16:12 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:16 PM Oct 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Wow about 40 minutes on the radio. That was looong. I must have been babbling. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4844531500" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 13 21:04:44 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:04 PM Oct 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;eeeeep interview on radiopinoyuk later. aaah! kabado na! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4842212004" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 13 19:19:10 +0000 2009'}"&gt;8:19 PM Oct 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Daaaddyyyyyyy can i not go to school today and join you for tea so i can meet the queen too? Pleeeease, pretty please." :)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4830844619" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 13 08:39:59 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:39 AM Oct 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Still at BPH. Now showing: "In My Life". All for charity. :)  Magiging Vilma-nian kaya ako?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4783738073" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 11 13:20:58 +0000 2009'}"&gt;2:20 PM Oct 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Now at Baden Powell house for the Typhoon Charity drive. Just heard mass and ate some lunch. Magbabalot pa kaya mamaya?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4782415220" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 11 11:27:01 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:27 PM Oct 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"If I walk, would u run? If I stop, would u come? If I say you're the one, would u believe me? If I ask u to stay, would u show me the way?"&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4720620949" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 08 23:49:38 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:49 AM Oct 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Fame. (i'm gonna live forever, i'm gonna learn how to fly, high!...) How big you make it is all about how far you take it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4715359840" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 08 19:51:36 +0000 2009'}"&gt;8:51 PM Oct 8th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"oh reckless abandon, like no one’s watching you... a kiss, a cry, our rights, our wrongs, a moment, a love, a dream aloud..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4670148443" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Oct 07 01:04:21 +0000 2009'}"&gt;2:04 AM Oct 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.seesmic.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;Seesmic&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Well maybe two is better than one, But there's so much time, to figure out the rest of my life and you've already got me coming undone.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4667877924" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Oct 06 23:28:06 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:28 AM Oct 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;If only i had my secret garden right now... But i guess i'd settle for my comfy pillow for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4641391967" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Oct 05 23:51:49 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:51 AM Oct 6th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Pringles. 'Once you pop, you can stop.' So true, it always applies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4604613114" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 04 15:27:16 +0000 2009'}"&gt;4:27 PM Oct 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4601617018" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 04 12:12:51 +0000 2009'}"&gt;1:12 PM Oct 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://www.twhirl.org/" rel="nofollow"&gt;twhirl&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I guess I just figured, why make something disposable like a building when you can make something that last forever, like a greeting card."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4592423519" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Oct 04 01:26:10 +0000 2009'}"&gt;2:26 AM Oct 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Today was quite an uneventful day, to say the least. Okay, so it's actually the opposite. But i don't want to overthink anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4536404697" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Oct 01 22:22:14 +0000 2009'}"&gt;11:22 PM Oct 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I know i shouldn't really be doing this.Why? Coz i might just be setting myself up for disappointment and heartbreak. This is not good."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4510947882" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 30 23:55:51 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:55 AM Oct 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6214357612537680645?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6214357612537680645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6214357612537680645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6214357612537680645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6214357612537680645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/11/favorite-october-tweets.html' title='Favorite October Tweets'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8212368274212830805</id><published>2009-10-23T22:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:42:37.420+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ate Cathy's life goals for me:</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;1.Graduate with distinction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Get into Credit Suisse with 60k pay.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Learn diving. (with free lessons ofcourse from Ate Cathy! oh yeah!)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Get an Italian or Greek Boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;oh yeah, the pressure is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8212368274212830805?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8212368274212830805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8212368274212830805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8212368274212830805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8212368274212830805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/ate-cathys-life-goals-for-me.html' title='Ate Cathy&apos;s life goals for me:'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4186784943706499643</id><published>2009-10-01T00:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:34:52.104+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite September Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I haven't laughed this hard and this loud in a while. It feels so good and i definitely missed my D.A. friends soooo much. Good times. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4505656348" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 30 19:59:33 +0000 2009'}"&gt;8:59 PM Sep 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;After an hour and half, we're finally in Central Perk. That's how big Friends fans we are. Love it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4503045224" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 30 18:00:49 +0000 2009'}"&gt;7:00 PM Sep 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Waiting in line to go into Central Perk for free coffee. Who loves Friends? I do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4498922323" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 30 15:01:57 +0000 2009'}"&gt;4:01 PM Sep 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Fours year ago, everything was perfect &amp;amp; i was happy. Now four years later, it all feels like a routine and i'm tired..." True story?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4472246220" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Sep 29 15:23:31 +0000 2009'}"&gt;4:23 PM Sep 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Can't believe it's my first back to uni. Suddenly i'm nervous. eeee...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4437673807" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Mon Sep 28 07:34:35 +0000 2009'}"&gt;8:34 AM Sep 28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Like i said before. Why are you going to Oxford if you're not going to pass by Bicester Village right? :)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4394057818" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 26 14:20:19 +0000 2009'}"&gt;3:20 PM Sep 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Say a prayer for those back home in the Phils to all be safe, that those stuck in the flood be brought to safety. Amen.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4391825522" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 26 11:28:42 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:28 PM Sep 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"It`s funny how we get on so easily, We`re just friends aren`t we? You`ve got yours, I`ve got mine and friends are all we ever could be..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4381268972" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Sep 25 23:44:38 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:44 AM Sep 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Hanging out, relaxing and laughing with a good friend is a great way to end this week and my 'summer'. Good times. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4379893163" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Fri Sep 25 22:33:53 +0000 2009'}"&gt;11:33 PM Sep 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"...Wherever you are, whenever it's right, you come out of nowhere and into my life." &lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4352328232" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Sep 24 21:48:46 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:48 PM Sep 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I might have to wait, I'll never give up, I guess it's half timing and the other half's luck..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4352305037" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Sep 24 21:47:38 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:47 PM Sep 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Yey my Tita Vo is finally back! Pasalubong time! :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4325223555" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 23 21:09:03 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:09 PM Sep 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"People don't realize this, but loneliness is underrated." - 500 days of summer. "This is not a love story. This is a story about love."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4302674568" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 23 00:26:44 +0000 2009'}"&gt;1:26 AM Sep 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Movie night was a success. I loved the movie - 500 days of summer. Sequel - 500 days of autumn! :)) But there is something bothering me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4300801810" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Sep 22 23:02:03 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:02 AM Sep 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Yes, he was one of the reasons why i wanted to stay jz a lil bit longer, to hang around when i dont really need to. But i didnt say that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4123864681" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 20 14:05:54 +0000 2009'}"&gt;3:05 PM Sep 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4112886479" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 19 23:51:05 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:51 AM Sep 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"OK so let's all talk about me. Bring up my past, present and future. We can skip the whole lovelife part. Let's talk about that later."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4106712306" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 19 17:56:18 +0000 2009'}"&gt;6:56 PM Sep 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Just had a brunch and photo-op with PGMA. Now just hanging around the Secretariat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4100764130" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 19 11:34:20 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:34 PM Sep 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Nice meeting PGMA again. Fun bonding time with philemb family, making up for all my overtime. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4065600179" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Thu Sep 17 23:06:48 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:06 AM Sep 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Sometimes its ok to let the silence still the air &amp;amp;keep it calm &amp;amp;sometimes you dont need to say anything at all to make everything alright"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/4037499907" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Wed Sep 16 20:29:04 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:29 PM Sep 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Happy Birthday Ma, I love you. :) What a start to her birthday, we're watching an old FPJ action movie. Talk about classic. Haha :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3964812336" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 13 23:43:04 +0000 2009'}"&gt;12:43 AM Sep 14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"These scars we wear remind us, the more we change the more we're all the same.." &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23davidcookrocks" title="#davidcookrocks" class="tweet-url hashtag"&gt;#davidcookrocks&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3951740464" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sun Sep 13 08:43:49 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:43 AM Sep 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Anim na letra, tatlong pantig, lahat kami'y makatha.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3942008915" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 12 21:50:44 +0000 2009'}"&gt;10:50 PM Sep 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Guys who wear baggy clothes and don't know how to use their belts properly = EPiC FAiL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3939242223" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 12 19:10:08 +0000 2009'}"&gt;8:10 PM Sep 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Writing writing writing. Trying to finish a poem when all inspiration is lost is like dreaming with a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3924015735" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Sat Sep 12 00:59:04 +0000 2009'}"&gt;1:59 AM Sep 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/search?q=%23wheniwaslittle" title="#wheniwaslittle" class="tweet-url hashtag"&gt;#wheniwaslittle&lt;/a&gt; I lived in Singapore and how i wish i could go back to visit. It has been ten years since I last was there. Younger years...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3835726762" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Sep 08 06:52:01 +0000 2009'}"&gt;7:52 AM Sep 8th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Happy September 1st! Beginning of the 'ber' months. Let the countdowns begin. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3684864568" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published timestamp" data="{time:'Tue Sep 01 08:40:35 +0000 2009'}"&gt;9:40 AM Sep 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://m.twitter.com/" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4186784943706499643?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4186784943706499643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4186784943706499643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4186784943706499643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4186784943706499643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/10/favorite-september-tweets.html' title='Favorite September Tweets'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6137151439576785200</id><published>2009-09-28T01:29:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T01:33:23.492+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondoy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SsADb5s155I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-Rux2H2JWB4/s1600-h/ondoy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SsADb5s155I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-Rux2H2JWB4/s320/ondoy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386308932215367570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without any warning, without a clue&lt;br /&gt;our lives change right in front of our eyes&lt;br /&gt;disaster strikes when we least expect it&lt;br /&gt;how do you start over when you are the victims&lt;br /&gt;what can you do to help those in need&lt;br /&gt;donate some money, clothes and food&lt;br /&gt;volunteer time and all effort to help&lt;br /&gt;offer a prayer too for everyone's safety&lt;br /&gt;spread the news so more people are aware&lt;br /&gt;together we can move forward to make a new start&lt;br /&gt;all for a better tomorrow for the Philippines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to help through donations, you can:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.redcross.org.ph/" onmousedown="'UntrustedLink.bootstrap($(this)," target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;http://www.redcross.org.ph&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6137151439576785200?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6137151439576785200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6137151439576785200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6137151439576785200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6137151439576785200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/ondoy.html' title='Ondoy'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SsADb5s155I/AAAAAAAAAOA/-Rux2H2JWB4/s72-c/ondoy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3344988612133163330</id><published>2009-09-20T00:29:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T00:48:34.377+01:00</updated><title type='text'>let the song do the talking</title><content type='html'>when i can't seem to find the right words to exactly describe or explain what i'm feeling or thinking, well i let some song lyrics do the talking for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Everybody needs inspiration, Everybody needs a soul, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beautiful melody when the nights alone,cause there is no guarantee that this life is easy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Boy it's been all this time, and I can't get you off my mind, and nobody knows it but me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Why do I just lay awake and think of you? I need some sleep. Tomorrow I have things to do. Everytime I close my eyes, I see your face. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So i try to read but all i do is lose my place..&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I hung up the phone tonight, Something happened for the first time, Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Am i obsessed with you? I do my best not to want you. But i do all the time.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Run far away So I can breath, Even though you're far from suffocating me, I cant set my hopes too high, Cuz every hello ends with a goodbye.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"He's close to my mother, talks business with my father, he's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Tell me im not on my own, Tell me I won't be alone, Tell me what i'm feelin isn't some mistake cause if anyone can make me fall in love, you can.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Do you catch a breath when I look at you? Are you holding back like the way I do? Coz i've tried to walk away but I know this crush ain't going away.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;" class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I don't know but I think I maybe fallin' for you, dropping so quickly. Maybe I should keep this to myself, waiting 'til I know you better.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that's how the songs tell my story. now i've got my list to put on repeat on my ipod.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the songs:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Crush, Obsessed, Fallin for You, That's the Way I Love You, Catch Me, When I Look at You, You Can, All We'd Ever Need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-3344988612133163330?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3344988612133163330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=3344988612133163330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3344988612133163330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3344988612133163330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/let-song-do-talking.html' title='let the song do the talking'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-5949854350282558593</id><published>2009-09-15T00:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:40:36.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'>12.35</title><content type='html'>i can't get it out of my head&lt;br /&gt;this new friendship that we share&lt;br /&gt;slowly getting to know each other&lt;br /&gt;when spending more time together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm starting to like you&lt;br /&gt;i know my parents already do&lt;br /&gt;a real gentleman and a guy with ambitions&lt;br /&gt;how can anyone not fall for your charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i play with your hair and brush it with my fingers&lt;br /&gt;it all seems just so normal, comfortable and so right&lt;br /&gt;as you stand close to me, i take in your scent&lt;br /&gt;i smile and sigh, hoping i wasn't too obvious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd miss you when you're not around&lt;br /&gt;'cause you keep me company when i'm alone&lt;br /&gt;real thoughtful as you lend me your books&lt;br /&gt;oh couldn't you just get any sweeter at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i immediately smile when anyone says your name&lt;br /&gt;and i might talk about you, just a little bit too much&lt;br /&gt;my heart's restless when i don't see you around&lt;br /&gt;even more when you are and don't say hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to jinx anything by overthinking this&lt;br /&gt;if we ever we become more or remain just friends&lt;br /&gt;that's all in the future we'll have to wait and see&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'll simply make the most of this friendship we share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for more: &lt;a href="http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com"&gt;http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-5949854350282558593?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5949854350282558593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=5949854350282558593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5949854350282558593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5949854350282558593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-cant-get-it-out-of-my-head-this-new.html' title='12.35'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8193961724727717025</id><published>2009-09-14T00:53:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T00:28:16.753+01:00</updated><title type='text'>some story in pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq2GIR6RZbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/a5k8Kh65iBo/s1600-h/28112008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq2GIR6RZbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/a5k8Kh65iBo/s200/28112008.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381104606582498738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;just see how interesting this painting that my mom did. she used clam shells for it. how creative and it was all exact, just fitted perfectly. i must say she is real talented. yes, my mom paints and she's does a great job. so proud of her. (and happy birthday mommy! Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq2G4ZEImxI/AAAAAAAAANE/S8ZDKViYalU/s1600-h/12122008030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq2G4ZEImxI/AAAAAAAAANE/S8ZDKViYalU/s200/12122008030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105433136634642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;yes, as in Edward Cullen.&lt;br /&gt;yes, that dude hot vampire from Twilight. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq2HSKnoxEI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZrcUcfEvNcE/s1600-h/11122008028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq2HSKnoxEI/AAAAAAAAANM/ZrcUcfEvNcE/s200/11122008028.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381105875935609922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;are that parols i see?&lt;br /&gt;i can feel some Christmas spirit in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq7QWSnk3TI/AAAAAAAAANU/TaD410JKWqM/s1600-h/30012008069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq7QWSnk3TI/AAAAAAAAANU/TaD410JKWqM/s200/30012008069.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381467686127852850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nothing much to explain here. i just really thought it was cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq7Qu7AOs7I/AAAAAAAAANc/1R73S2Mi8rQ/s1600-h/09012009043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq7Qu7AOs7I/AAAAAAAAANc/1R73S2Mi8rQ/s200/09012009043.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381468109285536690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ooh the very famous Piccadilly area.&lt;br /&gt;now where was i when they were shooting Harry Potter scenes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8193961724727717025?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8193961724727717025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8193961724727717025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8193961724727717025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8193961724727717025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-story-in-pictures.html' title='some story in pictures'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sq2GIR6RZbI/AAAAAAAAAM8/a5k8Kh65iBo/s72-c/28112008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7094071236460767223</id><published>2009-09-01T22:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T01:07:43.755+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite August Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Ako ang Simula! Last minute registration of OAV at Philemb London right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3668698900" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;5:35 PM Aug 31st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Learning how the Philippines was banned from the Little League World Series, while watching its international championships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3630249767" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:11 PM Aug 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Why do I just lay awake and think of you? I need some sleep. Tomorrow I have things to do. Everytime I close my eyes, I see your face.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3616545995" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;2:47 AM Aug 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"He's close to my mother, talks business with my father, he's charming and endearing and I'm comfortable.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3613719214" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:13 AM Aug 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Everybody needs inspiration, Everybody needs a soul, ...... 'cause there is no guarantee that this life is easy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3587959985" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:15 PM Aug 27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Run far away So I can breath, Eventhough you're far from suffocating me, I cant set my hopes too high, Cuz every hello ends with a goodbye"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3545587572" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:55 AM Aug 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Where are you now? 'Cause I'm thinkin of you. You showed me how - How to live like I do. If it wasn't for you, I would never be who I am.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3460490639" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:00 AM Aug 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Somehow it sounds and feels different when someone calls me 'anakat'. I don't want to feel like it's a totally different person from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3446788363" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:29 AM Aug 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Feeling all sentimental while listening to Eraserheads and remembering good times. Good times indeed. *big smile*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3438889085" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:23 AM Aug 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about my horoscope today. It said something about me being honest on what &amp;amp; who i want and reaching a big decision. Hmm, we'll see.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3424623013" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:33 AM Aug 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Sometimes when you dont say something out loud, it makes it less true. When I say it out loud, it seems to make it more real &amp;amp;that scares me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3416768949" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:29 AM Aug 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;R: "Oh you mean Scorpion King 2 came out last year? How do you know that?" Me: "Simple, I googled it. That's what it said on imdb." LOL :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3392206406" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:28 PM Aug 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh look, Scorpion King 2 on cable already. What a hit movie. LOL inside joke. Only those who were there would get it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3390299455" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:47 PM Aug 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I just refuse to teach my mom how to get her own facebook. Doesn't she already have people who 'spy' on what i do?? Isn't that enough?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3351404973" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:06 AM Aug 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"There's a light in the dark Where the sky splits apart, Where the stars find a way To shine through all the spaces in between." @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/mariedigby"&gt;mariedigby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3335910047" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:47 AM Aug 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"A second has the capability to change everything. The capability to change the way u look at the world &amp;amp;the way the world looks at u. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Everything can change in the blink of an eye. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3274275077" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:19 PM Aug 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Movie night: G.I.Joe. Interesting, action-filled, guy movie with leather. Not bad at all. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3233636478" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:28 PM Aug 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;New Philippine Embassy London website. Check it out! :) &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/ZNsIV" class="tweet-url web" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://bit.ly/ZNsIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3212054996" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:26 PM Aug 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Today is gonna be interesting. Why? Oh yeah, i have lost my voice. Yes, how exciting. Just text me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3175344636" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:00 AM Aug 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a great time at PG Pow Wow. (although i did lose my voice again) Happy 2 years @&lt;a class="tweet-url username" href="http://twitter.com/philgen"&gt;philgen&lt;/a&gt;, congratulations! More to come! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/3171298028" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:11 AM Aug 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Congratulations on the launch of Luzviminda foundation. So much fun and laughter! I jz lose my voice again hahahaha! :)&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/3154801025" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:53 PM Aug 5th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;A prayer for Tita Cory and our country. I feel good today knowing there's still hope, so everything will be ok. Paalam Tita Cory, thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/3142621038" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:27 AM Aug 5th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://help.twitter.com/index.php?pg=kb.page&amp;amp;id=75" rel="nofollow"&gt;txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I think I will refrain from talking til my throat feels better &amp;amp; my voice comes back. Haha, like that will really happen. Oh no, help me. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/3134127154" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:22 AM Aug 5th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Omg! Angelina and Ali dropped by Nando's to say hi and we had a quick catch-up session. Omg i missed two of my bestfriends soooo much! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/3132372621" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:38 PM Aug 4th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Today was a good day. What a great start to August! Can't wait for what's gonna happen this month. Happy August. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/3077838523" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:40 AM Aug 2nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7094071236460767223?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7094071236460767223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7094071236460767223' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7094071236460767223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7094071236460767223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/favorite-august-tweets.html' title='Favorite August Tweets'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6567395311519976026</id><published>2009-08-22T00:16:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T00:43:57.539+01:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimental about high school</title><content type='html'>yesterday i was listening to songs by the Eraserheads* and i couldn't help but feel all sentimental about the past. specifically, high school and the good times. ah yes, the good times. it just makes me smile, makes me feel good. they always say that high school are the best years of one's life. i would say that i would/could never forget high school, the good, the bad and the ugly - oh i meant drama. haha. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well nothing summarises what i feel right now better than this cute song by Honor Society.&lt;br /&gt;i put the lyrics below and highlighted the bits which have meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object width="250" height="205"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n0xRXwn8IAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n0xRXwn8IAc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To my favorite teacher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;told me never give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my 5th grade crush&lt;br /&gt;who I thought I really loved&lt;br /&gt;To the guys I missed&lt;br /&gt;And the girls we kissed,&lt;br /&gt;where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my ex best friends&lt;br /&gt;Don't know how we grew apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To my favorite bands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sing-alongs in my car&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the face I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In my memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cause I'm thinkin of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You showed me how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How to live like I do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it wasn't for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would never be who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my first girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;I thought for sure was the one&lt;br /&gt;To my last girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I screwed it up&lt;br /&gt;To the ones I loved,&lt;br /&gt;Didn't show it enough&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm thinkin of you&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;How to live like I do&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you&lt;br /&gt;I would never be who I am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know we'll never see those days again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it means we'll never be that way again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But that's just how it goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;people change but I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't forget you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah oh&lt;br /&gt;woah oh&lt;br /&gt;oh ohh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the ones who cared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Who were there from the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the love that left&lt;br /&gt;took a piece of my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;To the few who'd swear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never go anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now?&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm thinkin' of you&lt;br /&gt;You showed me how&lt;br /&gt;How to live like I do&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you&lt;br /&gt;I would never be who I am&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you&lt;br /&gt;I would never be who I am now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If it wasn't for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would be nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where are you now? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6567395311519976026?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6567395311519976026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6567395311519976026' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6567395311519976026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6567395311519976026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/sentimental-about-high-school.html' title='sentimental about high school'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6816296647231696373</id><published>2009-08-18T22:36:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T22:50:40.707+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Twitter Update on Blogger</title><content type='html'>Stupid twitter. Still upset twitter suspended my original account because some stupid person hacked into it and put stupid updates! Argh!!&lt;br /&gt;(But i'm guessing you're probably saying if i think twitter is stupid, why tweet? lol Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="item_body" class="bodytext" author="anirtakanna" is_pmrepliable="1" author_possessive="anirtakanna's"&gt;Alas, a new one. Just press the button under my picture. Yes the one that says 'follow' :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my new Twitter :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Link: &lt;a target="_blank" href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna"&gt;http://twitter.com/anirtakanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;div id="twitter_div"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="sidebar-title"&gt;Twitter: I'm Busy.&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="Blue"&gt;&lt;ul id="twitter_update_list"&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna" id="twitter-link" style="display:block;text-align:right;"&gt;follow me on Twitter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://twitter.com/javascripts/blogger.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://twitter.com/statuses/user_timeline/anirtakanna.json?callback=twitterCallback2&amp;amp;count=5"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width:176px;text-align:center"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://twitter.com/flash/twitter_badge.swf"  flashvars="color1=10040166&amp;type=user&amp;id=63430766"  quality="high" width="176" height="176" name="twitter_badge" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 10px; 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&lt;a href="http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/1751.html"&gt;17.51 &lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  (2nd version)&lt;br /&gt;lost in a daydream&lt;br /&gt;i look at his face&lt;br /&gt;he's as lost as i am&lt;br /&gt;can't help but smile&lt;br /&gt;hoping he'd look my way&lt;br /&gt;until then, i'm content just staring at him&lt;br /&gt;his eyes, his smile, his laugh&lt;br /&gt;secretly, slowly, falling for him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com/2009/06/1649.html"&gt;16.49&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   (1st version)&lt;br /&gt;lost in a daydream&lt;br /&gt;staring into nothingness&lt;br /&gt;i look at him beside me&lt;br /&gt;he's as lost as i am&lt;br /&gt;can't help but smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/whats-happening-to-me-i-seem-to-be.html"&gt;17.35&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;  (2nd version)&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be losing it&lt;br /&gt;something's gotta be wrong&lt;br /&gt;i'm not myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm reckless and yet very careful&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a hurry and yet there's still time&lt;br /&gt;but then i've been wasting too much time&lt;br /&gt;now i'm chasing something that's too fast&lt;br /&gt;and has left me very very far behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title entry-title"&gt; &lt;a href="http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com/2009/07/0846.html"&gt;08.46&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/h3&gt;   (1st version)&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be losing it&lt;br /&gt;something's gotta be wrong&lt;br /&gt;i'm not myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm reckless and yet very careful&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a hurry and yet there's still time&lt;br /&gt;but then i've been wasting too much time&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just chasing something&lt;br /&gt;that left me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's what happens when i decide to be sentimental and clean up my old stuff. unfinished poems will get a different ending, especially since i don't remember having finished the poems already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7537797378850367219?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7537797378850367219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7537797378850367219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7537797378850367219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7537797378850367219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/versions.html' title='Versions'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6562259219569679046</id><published>2009-08-01T00:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:42:46.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite July Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;A prayer for Pres. Corazon "Tita Cory" Aquino. May she rest in peace and my sincerest condolences to the Aquino family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/3058880100" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:43 PM Jul 31st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I hung up the phone tonight, Something happened for the first time, Deep inside it was a rush, what a rush.." deep sigh.. - @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/DavidArchie"&gt;DavidArchie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2939442090" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:33 PM Jul 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Do u catch a breath when I look at u? Are u holding back like the way I do? Coz ive tried to walk away but I knw this crush aint goin away"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2914312947" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;7:31 PM Jul 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Who ever thought that skittles on chocolate cake with berry filling is delicious was obviously very wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2843497781" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:58 PM Jul 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://help.twitter.com/index.php?pg=kb.page&amp;amp;id=75" rel="nofollow"&gt;txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Is it bad to lack initiative to tweet? Anyways, off to a 50th and 60th birthday celebrations later. Oh how fun..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2836792629" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:56 PM Jul 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I don't know but I think I maybe fallin' for you, dropping so quickly. Maybe I should keep this to myself, waiting 'til I know you better."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2807591159" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:05 AM Jul 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I really miss you. If only you knew. But maybe you do. I'd give you a clue. Can't wait to see you. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2797526895" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:53 PM Jul 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I loved Harry Potter! It was amazing. Great company too. Next wednesday ulit ha. :) One thing though. Grabe ang init sa sinehan!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2788089169" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:54 AM Jul 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Movie night! Excited but not sure why i'm nervous. Maybe there should have been more of us. Sayang, nabulilyaso pa kasi eh. :) Can't wait :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2774910719" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:42 AM Jul 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;R: I wish for you to have sweet dreams and no more demons. And no, it's not in you. M: Well i guess see you when you get back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2755265343" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:17 AM Jul 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Nothing like korean whiskey and a private karaoke party to forget all your worries and just have so much fun! WOOOO! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2746285034" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:55 PM Jul 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;With jz 4words, someone on cloud nine fell to the ground. With 4words, someone woke up from a dream. But it took only 1word to break a heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2743939310" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:27 PM Jul 20th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;The barrio fiesta was awesome, great day indeed, so much fun! Although my feet ache, i would gladly do it all over again! Till next year! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2728246766" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:13 PM Jul 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from we&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;b&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I think I'm afraid to be happy...Because whenever you get too happy, something bad always happens." Tears and laughter seem to go together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2726350998" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:48 PM Jul 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Dear diary, today, results came out, i met Michael Copon, had calamari and mashed potato, with good company, for good times. Happy happy. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2678385763" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:31 AM Jul 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I passed! I freakin PASSED!! that's enough for me, i'm happy!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2672153257" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;5:48 PM Jul 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;My word for today was 'Keele'. It is actually a place in the midlands between Manchester and Birmingham. Haha. Nice one emee. Keele! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2661014575" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:42 AM Jul 16th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html" rel="nofollow"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I really didn't notice my sister had a haircut until someone pointed it out to me. Haha how tired was i? That's what my work does to me. Ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2659462558" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:53 PM Jul 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Mom. Cry. Hugs Tight. Cries harder. Mumbles. Prays. Sobs softly. Prays harder. Falls asleep. Dried tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2621409417" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:06 PM Jul 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;People should know better than to wake someone up 30 minutes before it's time to leave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtak_anna55/status/2597286819" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:57 AM Jul 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Only the lucky ones realize what their dealing with before it's too late. Only lucky ones don't have to pretend not to love them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2573044025" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:14 PM Jul 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;This is the day where nothing seems to ever go your way and somehow you just want to run away from it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2566390675" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:49 AM Jul 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I was laughing when Senator Honasan told me i look-alike and remind him of his youngest daughter. Suuuure, really? Hehehe. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2559892071" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:50 AM Jul 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Dad thanks for letting me meet the senators. Eventhough i wasn't ok at first, everything turned out fiiineee. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2558662572" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:20 AM Jul 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Nobody has called me 'Katkat' in a while. Certainly brings back memories.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2550311588" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;2:51 PM Jul 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"There's somebody out there, somebody somewhere, to show you the tenderness you need, somebody to hold you when worries control you..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2541733722" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:25 AM Jul 9th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"I thought you said it was easy, listening to your heart, I thought you said i'd be okay..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2529856915" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:49 AM Jul 8th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;RT @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/RyanSeacrest"&gt;RyanSeacrest&lt;/a&gt; U wil see all the stars from today mj clips on news but this moment-his daughter really got to me &lt;a href="http://tinyurl.com/mrohqd" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;http://tinyurl.com/mrohqd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2520980546" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:53 PM Jul 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Paris Jackson brought the tears to my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2520241349" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:03 PM Jul 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Now there's a dream i wish to NEVER come true. No, scratch that, it wasn't a dream. It was a nightmare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2511336196" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:27 AM Jul 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Tell me im not on my own, Tell me I wont be alone, Tell me wat im feelin isnt some mistake coz if anyone can make me fall in love, you can"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2504843009" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:21 AM Jul 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"It's like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert, But I'm holding you closer than most" -Ron Pope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2460033058" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;10:19 PM Jul 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Today, I guess I CAN, no actually, I SHOULD, so maybe I WILL, use any excuse, any at all, to be happy. But right now, I NEED one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2427383560" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:32 PM Jul 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;At Heathrow airport this early july morning. Such a bittersweet place to be. Goodbyes, last hugs &amp;amp; unspoken words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2417121482" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:28 AM Jul 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6562259219569679046?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6562259219569679046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6562259219569679046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6562259219569679046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6562259219569679046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/favorite-july-tweets.html' title='Favorite July Tweets'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8744702182827229377</id><published>2009-07-09T01:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T01:06:32.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP MJ.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SlUzSUmRA1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XKTpnwHg5F8/s1600-h/Michael_Jackson_Memorial.sff.standalone.prod_affiliate.36.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SlUzSUmRA1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XKTpnwHg5F8/s320/Michael_Jackson_Memorial.sff.standalone.prod_affiliate.36.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356243721686942546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"There's nothing that can't be done if we raise our voice as one."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Michael Jackson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Thank you Michael Jackson. You will be missed but your music and legacy will forever live on.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8744702182827229377?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8744702182827229377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8744702182827229377' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8744702182827229377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8744702182827229377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/rip-mj.html' title='RIP MJ.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SlUzSUmRA1I/AAAAAAAAAM0/XKTpnwHg5F8/s72-c/Michael_Jackson_Memorial.sff.standalone.prod_affiliate.36.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-9135842790387668532</id><published>2009-07-05T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T22:12:11.351+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss my bestfriend, my beshie.. :(</title><content type='html'>we don't talk everyday&lt;br /&gt;although we both wish we did&lt;br /&gt;we haven't seen each other for a while&lt;br /&gt;as we're both on different sides of the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being apart from family or a 'boyfriend' is hard&lt;br /&gt;but being apart from a bestfriend is as bad&lt;br /&gt;actually sometimes it could be worse&lt;br /&gt;i should know, that's how i feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, so what if we're far apart&lt;br /&gt;our friendship doesn't end 'cause we're not together&lt;br /&gt;truth be told, our friendship only gets stronger&lt;br /&gt;as we both work on keeping the connection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, circumstances change as we do&lt;br /&gt;with each day, we grow older, a bit more mature&lt;br /&gt;going through different things and learning&lt;br /&gt;but still somehow exactly know what each other is feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we understand each other in a away no one else can&lt;br /&gt;never afraid to show my true self when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;i miss your hugs eventhough you say i'm hugging myself&lt;br /&gt;and though miles apart, i can always count on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss just hanging out and our inside jokes ;P&lt;br /&gt;then we'll be rocking to kelly clarkson tunes&lt;br /&gt;and there's our never-ending conversations&lt;br /&gt;oh there's no way i can miss anyone more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we both got big dreams we want to fulfill&lt;br /&gt;but life could get crazy and stand in our way&lt;br /&gt;we'd been through interesting 'relationships', drama, ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;but i knew there's one guy who wouldn't break my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one day, we could be roomies in a beautiful european city&lt;br /&gt;doing what we always do when we're together&lt;br /&gt;but until then, phone calls and im's do just fine&lt;br /&gt;knowing very well there's someone who'll always be there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bottom line is i really miss my beshie&lt;br /&gt;and i love him 'cause he's family to me&lt;br /&gt;remember 'beshies for life!', a promise i'd like to keep&lt;br /&gt;actually more than a promise, it's a lifelong commitment i made. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is not perfect. but it'll do. :)&lt;br /&gt;TO &lt;b&gt;JPAP&lt;/b&gt;: i miss you besh. and i love you. xoxo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-9135842790387668532?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9135842790387668532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=9135842790387668532' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/9135842790387668532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/9135842790387668532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-miss-my-bestfriend-my-beshie.html' title='i miss my bestfriend, my beshie.. :('/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8406207334253109242</id><published>2009-07-02T00:20:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:34:06.302+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite June Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Happy. -Me :) "I think I'm afraid to be happy...Because whenever you get too happy, something bad always happens." -Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2410972364" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:41 PM Jun 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;OMG. I found out my friend is really getting married with a baby on the way. When did we grow up? and how did i miss it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2400501717" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;8:08 AM Jun 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Reading through my old blog posts is quite interesting. Brings back alot of different memories and emotions. Nostalgia got the best of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2378619586" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:59 AM Jun 29th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I had the weirdest dream about an old friend &amp;amp; i think i might have been crying too. It felt so real but.. Oh well details are not important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2371501334" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;2:39 PM Jun 28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Today was actually a good day - a very good day. :) That was until the news of Michael Jackson. RIP MJ. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2337182363" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;2:50 AM Jun 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"If I could wish upon tomorrow tonight would never end, If you asked me I would follow, But for now I'll just pretend.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2317788431" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:04 AM Jun 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;When I say it out loud, it seems to make it more real. And that scares me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2365144675" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:46 AM Jun 28th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;RT @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/johncmayer"&gt;johncmayer&lt;/a&gt; I love that @&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/perezhilton"&gt;perezhilton&lt;/a&gt; uses his cellphone to log on to twiter to post a tweet to ask his folowers to cal the police for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2284469017" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:55 PM Jun 22nd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;It's funny and maybe wierd i like this song that goes "And as we walked we were talking I didn't say half the things I wanted to..". :))&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2243830778" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;9:57 PM Jun 19th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I absolutely hate stuck up people who are so full of themselves and don't know how to show respect to my parents. NEVER underestimate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2166256384" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;5:12 PM Jun 14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;One good night. From sushi to the talk of politics, some showbiz gossip from Christian Bautista &amp;amp;the latest fanclub of Aling Dionisia. LOL:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2096107505" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:29 AM Jun 10th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;@&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/paopardz"&gt;paopardz&lt;/a&gt; Happiness is the feeling you're feeling when you want to keep feeling it. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2059652615" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:21 AM Jun 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/paopardz/status/2044513647"&gt;in reply to paopardz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2059607423" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:16 AM Jun 7th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;OMG! FINALLY LAST EXAM OVER! THIS SUMMER IS GONNA BE AWESOME!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/2015705538" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:19 PM Jun 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://help.twitter.com/index.php?pg=kb.page&amp;amp;id=75"&gt;txt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Follow me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna"&gt;http://twitter.com/anirtakanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8406207334253109242?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8406207334253109242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8406207334253109242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8406207334253109242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8406207334253109242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/favorite-june-tweets.html' title='Favorite June Tweets'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7568293100384633260</id><published>2009-07-01T22:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T22:58:32.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Scribbles</title><content type='html'>hey guys! check this out. all my little scribbles of poetry put into one blog. link down below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://myscribblesnotebook.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7568293100384633260?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7568293100384633260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7568293100384633260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7568293100384633260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7568293100384633260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-scribbles.html' title='My Scribbles'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8540004457452107325</id><published>2009-06-10T01:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T01:56:37.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Story about my Love &amp; Life!</title><content type='html'>What i discovered &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"About (my) Love &amp;amp; Life via Day of Birth&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were born on &lt;b&gt;16th&lt;/b&gt; day of &lt;b style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; 19--&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Wednesday&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Life&lt;/b&gt; : You always follow the good and the right instead of listening to your heart. Another word, you are a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;perfectionist&lt;/span&gt;. You care for every word people say about you. You are often seen isolated while you are, by nature, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;curious and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a dreamer who is ready to get over the edge to make your dream comes true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Love&lt;/b&gt; : You often fall in love with a person who is much different from you, in age and other aspects. &lt;u&gt;Your relationship grows on friendship.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Love at first sight is not your style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8540004457452107325?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8540004457452107325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8540004457452107325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8540004457452107325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8540004457452107325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/story-about-my-love-life.html' title='Story about my Love &amp; Life!'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8169018198774391191</id><published>2009-06-08T23:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T00:03:45.922+01:00</updated><title type='text'>pages of a diary</title><content type='html'>May 20, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"okay, so i'm finally writing again. this comes from reading too much fanfiction. it has got me feeling certain emotions and thinking - thinking alot more than i already do. jumbled thoughts swin around my mind and my heart, filled with too much emotions, just wants to burst.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i'm confused and i'm lost. i feel so alone in my world of friends and family. i've got my whole life ahead of me and yet i'm scared. scared of failing my parents - to have them say that my best is simply not (never) enough. scared of all the hard work and obstacles that i would have to face to get to where i need to be. i know i'm strong enough but i'm still afraid that i could be proven wrong that shows i'm not strong enough - and maybe never was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i feel a little empty - like something's missing - like a jigsaw puzzle that's missing one piece - like i'm  just not whole or complete. it's something that just doesn't feel right, like something doesn't fit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my heart's searching.. my mind's screaming..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe, just maybe, this is all too much for my little heart to handle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8169018198774391191?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8169018198774391191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8169018198774391191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8169018198774391191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8169018198774391191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/pages-of-diary.html' title='pages of a diary'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-5634077359651018361</id><published>2009-06-07T01:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T02:16:08.848+01:00</updated><title type='text'>it's official,</title><content type='html'>i'm back. i'm back to blogging. finally have the time. (well not really but i'll try real harder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SUMMER is here! and it is gonna be AWESOME! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back tomorrow. i'll start posting stuff i've been writing in my notebook. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia, bookman old style, palatino linotype, book antiqua, palatino, trebuchet ms, helvetica, garamond, sans-serif, arial, verdana, avante garde, century gothic, comic sans ms, times, times new roman, serif;"&gt;Happiness is the feeling you're feeling when you want to keep feeling it.  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;“One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.” :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; I wished my ultimate favorite, bestest sister in the world a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY! BabySis I LOVE YOU SO VERY MUCH!! :))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-5634077359651018361?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5634077359651018361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=5634077359651018361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5634077359651018361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5634077359651018361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/its-official.html' title='it&apos;s official,'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-9072266539869667736</id><published>2009-06-01T00:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T00:45:12.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Favorite May Tweets</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;I would sneak quick glances at you. Sometimes a few seconds longer. Hoping no one notices who I'm staring at. Hoping you don't notice too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1965856993" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:40 AM May 30th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Life is not a race. Do take it slower. Hear the music. Before the song is over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1930553783" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1930553783" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;2:27 AM May 27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;All I wanna do is lie on my bed and cover myself with pillows and my blanket, keeping me warm, and just sleep. Sweet dreams are good too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1928849407" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:31 PM May 26th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"There must be something between us, even if it's only an ocean." - An Affair to Remember. "And all I could say was, 'hello'."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1912853402" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;3:45 PM May 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;A dream will always be a dream, good or bad, when you wake up, reality intrudes. I just want to keep dreaming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1907156043" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:44 AM May 25th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;AKC got a message that on this day,God wants her to know that HE has an importnt purpose for you &amp;amp;made everythin possible for you to succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1898022612" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;1:14 AM May 24th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1889518463" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1834485481" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"These scars we wear remind us, The more we change, The more we're all the same Swept up in this emotion. - DC" Still my favorite IDOL. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1889518463" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;3:22 AM May 23rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment. And then the moment was gone."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1876021118" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:25 PM May 21st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"Coz when you're fifteen &amp;amp; somebody tells u that they love u you're gonna believe them. Wish u could go back &amp;amp;tell yourself what u know now"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1834485481" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;11:07 AM May 18th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;“Sometimes it’s easier to say that you don’t care than to explain all the reasons you do”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1806969428" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;4:27 PM May 15th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Happy thought for today. I saw NJ and his mom. It's a good shot in my head. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1789161663" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:04 AM May 14th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Tree Hill will never be the same without Lucas Eugene Scott.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1778754329" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:34 AM May 13th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The worst way to miss someone is when they are right beside you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1773706231" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;3:24 PM May 12th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;"The world you desire can be won. It exists.. it is real.. it is possible.. it's yours." -Ayn Rand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1758392305" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:46 AM May 11th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from web&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Laughing, still can't get over the 2round fight. Manny Manny Manny! Hehehe :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1686186097" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;12:12 PM May 3rd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;Confession #3: One of my guilty pleasures is the hot cookie dough with ice cream from Pizza Hut. *yummy*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="entry-content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna/status/1669384075" class="entry-date" rel="bookmark"&gt;&lt;span class="published"&gt;3:20 PM May 1st&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span&gt;from &lt;a href="http://twitterhelp.blogspot.com/2008/05/twitter-via-mobile-web-mtwittercom.html"&gt;mobile web&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="status-body"&gt;&lt;span class="meta entry-meta"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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have my micro blog at the moment. see you there!Ü&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click here: &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/anirtakanna"&gt;http://twitter.com/anirtakanna&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,124,0" id="TwitterWidget" width="350" align="middle" height="350"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="false"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.twitter.com/flash/widgets/profile/TwitterWidget.swf"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="quality" value="high"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="userID=12328682&amp;amp;styleURL=http://static.twitter.com/flash/widgets/profile/velvetica.xml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed 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Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4504517777778027030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4504517777778027030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/ok-obviously-i-havent-been-able-to.html' title='follow me on twitter. *tweet tweet tweet*'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;Cheers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-2971212290637533425?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2971212290637533425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=2971212290637533425' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2971212290637533425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2971212290637533425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-2009.html' title='Happy 2009!'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6197968112309194050</id><published>2008-09-23T22:50:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T00:00:10.791+01:00</updated><title type='text'>on being a friend and a girl (part 2)</title><content type='html'>the question was... so when one of my best friends is falling for the guy i like, who is also my best friend; which one should i be, a friend or a girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the answer... well being a friend always comes easy to me, but being a girl is a tinnie bit complicated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complicated much? hmm, not really. i guess it's really simple. coz there's this picture. of a boy and a girl. and i'm just not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i've realised is that i couldn't hurt my friend by making her feel guilty for liking the same guy i like. also, the guy who is also my friend, likes her back. so you can say, that if this was a battle, i lost. and it hurts. but i'm not gonna tell my friend that, i will let her be happy without having to think twice because of my feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been hurt before, and the ache i feel right now is nothing compared to the hurt i felt before. but still, just like any pain, it stings. but again, just like any wound, it would heal, over time. this, too, will pass. and hey, what doesn't kill only makes you stronger, right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6197968112309194050?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4911009611420810244</id><published>2008-09-19T22:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T23:36:18.802+01:00</updated><title type='text'>the workaholic is going to uni</title><content type='html'>my summer went by fast. who knew 3 months would go by so quickly? and today was my last day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just 3 months back, i remember telling my mum i wanted to work for the summer. and now, my summer is over. and so is my work. in 3 short months, i've learned to understand, respect and care for the people i work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my friends and i talk about work, mostly my friends complain and though sometimes i do too, i love my work. i love getting paid and being able to buy stuff and spend my money i work hard for. i love being busy and being useful. i love my hard work being acknowledged. i love having the responsibilities and respect other people give me. the phonecalls, not so much, but i was getting used to it anyway. most of all, i enjoy the company. i enjoy the interaction with other people. this leads me to realise i enjoy being sociable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learned alot about immigration, which has quite alot to do with my dad's line of work. i learned how to discipline myself and work hard, to organise twice as hard, when work gets quite demanding. i learned from my mistakes as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, i work hard. though it is tiring, i enjoy working hard. you may call me a workaholic coz i know i am one. i have worked twelve days straight. i like the fact that i get to spend money i earn, to not have to depend on my parents for once. i love work, and i can't wait to get back when i get the chance. for now, as i start a new chapter in my life by going to university, i'm bring with me the experience of a part time job and one of my most memorable and busiest summers ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the bison team: i miss working with all of you. hope to see you guys soon. xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4911009611420810244?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4911009611420810244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4911009611420810244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4911009611420810244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4911009611420810244'/><link 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And doing so, I'm risking a lot. I'm risking friendship. Never talking again? Not talking to me the same way? I don't think I can take that. OR, I let you know and I feel that there's a possibility that you won't reject me... just a feeling. I'm not confident about that one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The second choice would be for me to never let you know. Doing so, I'll NEVER know how you'll react- that's my safe choice though. No risks. It would just be annoying if you were actually waiting for me to let you know. (&lt;em&gt;Walang risk. Nakakainis lang kung hinihintay mo ako umamin diba?&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Haaay.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(got this from mia. i made nakaw na ha. pasenxa. hehe.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1220985299481329645?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1220985299481329645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1220985299481329645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1220985299481329645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1220985299481329645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1658397656664410387</id><published>2008-09-05T23:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:12:44.839+01:00</updated><title type='text'>What Would Gossip Girl Say About You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SLchkRuU44I/AAAAAAAAAJU/dZ3fpC7hK08/s1600-h/120x160_GG_serena.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239693598585578370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SLchkRuU44I/AAAAAAAAAJU/dZ3fpC7hK08/s320/120x160_GG_serena.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You remind Gossip Girl of Serena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"People don't tell you who you are, you tell them." - Serena van der Woodsen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like Serena, you're gorgeous, glamorous, and good at getting exactly what you want. You went a bit wild in your younger days, but lately, you've been acting a lot more mature. You're trying your best to live a scandal-free life, but that won't be as easy as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Gossip Girl blogged about you, she'd say:&lt;br /&gt;Gossip girl here. There's a new face on the Upper East Side, and it's got us wondering -- Could S have a secret twin? Same sweet smile, same shady past... if our new friend has something to confess, Gossip Girl is here to listen. Whatever you're hiding, you might as well reveal it now, because the past has a way of coming back to haunt you. xoxo, Gossip Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz_main.php"&gt;http://www.the-n.com/quizzes/quiz_main.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32% of the people who took this quiz got the same evaluation. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1658397656664410387?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1658397656664410387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1658397656664410387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1658397656664410387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1658397656664410387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-would-gossip-girl-say-about-you.html' title='What Would Gossip Girl Say About You?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SLchkRuU44I/AAAAAAAAAJU/dZ3fpC7hK08/s72-c/120x160_GG_serena.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4390906680137055735</id><published>2008-08-26T21:48:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:36:21.004+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Michelle Obama</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgwI_zDhVvU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pgwI_zDhVvU&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Michelle Obama Speaks at the DNC &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;very touching, i must say. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://my.barackobama.com/page/s/michelle"&gt;http://my.barackobama.com/page/s/michelle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4390906680137055735?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4390906680137055735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4390906680137055735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4390906680137055735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4390906680137055735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/michelle-obama.html' title='Michelle Obama'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1297606003289993311</id><published>2008-08-18T21:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:31:14.446+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Professor Randy Pausch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVFmFof6aXg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wVFmFof6aXg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="400" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Pausch on Good Morning America, May 19, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Pausch died July 25th 2008 as a result of cancer spreading from his pancreas. He is a hero to me because he truly understood what it meant to be alive! With his fatal prognosis warning him he only had months to live, Randy inspired millions with his optimism about life. His family was lucky to have him. You touched a lot of lives on a truth that is just so very painful to face. It's good to see how others face the end of their lives so that we can do the same and put our lives into perspective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Randy Pausch, for your short time on this planet you inspired us and left it better off than before you came to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randy Pausch's; A Final Farewell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIysXLiA5s0&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mIysXLiA5s0&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Last Lecture' Prof Dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SwZQlzZRtk&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8SwZQlzZRtk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1297606003289993311?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1297606003289993311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1297606003289993311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1297606003289993311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1297606003289993311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/professor-randy-pausch.html' title='Professor Randy Pausch'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3097258661218573522</id><published>2008-08-13T23:52:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T21:37:38.148+01:00</updated><title type='text'>crazy over EDWARD CULLEN</title><content type='html'>hehe, luckily, while browsing the site Deviantart, i found this note about edward cullen. YAY.&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://hatzeh.deviantart.com/art/Edward-35894674"&gt;http://hatzeh.deviantart.com/art/Edward-35894674&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SLRpe9LNb3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/JbaOgbDEWkA/s1600-h/n1067374907_90685_252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238928247077302130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SLRpe9LNb3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/JbaOgbDEWkA/s320/n1067374907_90685_252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;I think,&lt;br /&gt;At some point,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone dreams of finding..&lt;br /&gt;An Edward.&lt;br /&gt;Someone whose name you call, or whisper.&lt;br /&gt;And he's right there waiting.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who hums a lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;And holds you close, as you drift off.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who seems to just glitter, in the Sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;Whose eyes are often Topaz,&lt;br /&gt;Warm,&lt;br /&gt;And Reassuring.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who takes you to dinner,&lt;br /&gt;And ignores the pretty waitress.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who follows you,&lt;br /&gt;Watches you always,&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, Just to be sure..&lt;br /&gt;You're always okay.&lt;br /&gt;Someone Romantic,&lt;br /&gt;Yet has a good sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;Someone Ancient, Yet Young.&lt;br /&gt;Who'll save your life, No matter what.&lt;br /&gt;Who cries when you're injured.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cleans out even the deadliest wounds,&lt;br /&gt;However impossibly hard it may be.&lt;br /&gt;Someone to take you to your prom,&lt;br /&gt;Despite your complaints,&lt;br /&gt;Who teaches you to waltz,&lt;br /&gt;As you stand on his feet.&lt;br /&gt;Someone who just knows when it's time.&lt;br /&gt;When forever really means forever.&lt;br /&gt;And takes you away,&lt;br /&gt;For years to come....&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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CULLEN'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SLRpe9LNb3I/AAAAAAAAAJM/JbaOgbDEWkA/s72-c/n1067374907_90685_252.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3877612118320341186</id><published>2008-08-07T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T20:36:13.232+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what type of girl are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizfarm.com//images/1114323839girl1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/test.php?q_id=5047N"&gt;What type of girl are you?!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;created with &lt;a href="http://www.quizfarm.com/"&gt;QuizFarm.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;You scored as &lt;b&gt;Hippy&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table width="50%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Hippy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="63" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;63%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Athletic Tomboy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="56" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;56%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Preppy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nerdy Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Popular Bitch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="44" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;44%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="38" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;38%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Goth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="25" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;25%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Loser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="13" bgcolor="#dddddd" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;13%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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you?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-663401791668566480</id><published>2008-08-04T20:09:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T20:44:44.664+01:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING: Reading Twilight may cause an obsession.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJdVeH29SJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KvXkgSUCJxs/s1600-h/edward.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230743468208113810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJdVeH29SJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KvXkgSUCJxs/s320/edward.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Forget prince charming... i'm waiting for my EDWARD CULLEN ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because of Edward Cullen. i'm staying single until i find my vampire ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because i read Twilight, i have unrealistic expectations in men. HAHA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's how i like my men.. cold dead and sparkly ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut pages 73-381 out of new moon. jacob can go DIE. hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward dazzles me ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07-19-08.. what am i suppose to read now? :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get distracted by shin..... oohh.. Edward :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;breaking dawn.. give me the damn book before i hurt someone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJdV2BavNxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ugFW-IaLAZ0/s1600-h/edward2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230743878795998994" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJdV2BavNxI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ugFW-IaLAZ0/s320/edward2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mortality is so overrated... BITE ME :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;308.. the number of pages without edward :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;save gas. ride a vampire ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD CULLEN. sexier than you since 1901 ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES I KNOW HE'S FICTIONAL. YOUR POINT?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twilight... its not the book. its the GUY! :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh shit.. i've fallen in love with a fictional sparkly vampire :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every guy should sparkle like edward cullen ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;damn it stephenie meyer! now i'll never find a boyfried!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJdXyW3DW6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bv5LoQq55j8/s1600-h/edward3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230746014855682978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJdXyW3DW6I/AAAAAAAAAJE/Bv5LoQq55j8/s320/edward3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Edward is the new Romeo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDWARD CULLEN. Raising the standards for future BOYFRIENDS ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edward is my favorite color ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.C.D. - obsessive CULLEN disorder :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday my &lt;del&gt;prince&lt;/del&gt; sparkly vampire will come :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my head.. edward is my boyfriend.. alice is my bestfriend and jacob wants me :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(stole all this from bianca...thanks girl! but all so true.. couldn't have said it any better...:D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bianky08.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/upload/SIHoHgoKCpoAAD22opU1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-663401791668566480?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/663401791668566480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=663401791668566480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/663401791668566480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/663401791668566480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/warning-reading-twilight-may-cause.html' title='WARNING: Reading Twilight may cause an obsession.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJdVeH29SJI/AAAAAAAAAI0/KvXkgSUCJxs/s72-c/edward.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7498349840261331086</id><published>2008-08-02T17:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T19:30:51.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>on being a friend and a girl</title><content type='html'>it's been said that:&lt;br /&gt;It hurts to fall in love with a friend. You keep on hiding your feelings, avoiding it as much as you can until you cry your heart out...all out of fear of losing a friend and a love you never had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my friends have said to let emotions take control. they said that it's bad to not let emotions flow. but it's easier said than done. no, actually it's quite easy to let emotions take control. but the consequences, the effects, the outcomes and the changes that happen, all which are unpredictable is the scary worrying bit. the uncertainty of the unknown, the future. the world is full of endless possibilities and lots of what-if's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've longed so much for this feeling. to like someone new. to get over my ex-boyfriend. and it has happened. but who would have realised that i would lose that guy to my best friend. and they are two of my closest friends. and though to them, their closeness, seems just like they're just really close and comfortable with each other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a friend, i'll be glad to join in. &lt;br /&gt;but as a girl, i see something else. as a girl, i see something that they both don't see yet. they may laugh at the idea or deny their true feelings. but there is something. and though i don't show, though i say it's just okay, doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. and it hurts big time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as a friend, i'd feel guilty for feeling this way. but in the end, i'm still just a girl. falling for a boy, who is one of her best friends, that maybe falling for his best friend, who is also her best friend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;complicated much? not really. i guess it's really simple. there's this picture. of a boy and a girl. and i'm just not in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so when one of my best friends is falling for the guy i like, who is also my best friend; which one should i be, a friend or a girl?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7498349840261331086?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7498349840261331086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7498349840261331086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7498349840261331086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7498349840261331086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-being-friend-and-girl.html' title='on being a friend and a girl'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-141566061221976747</id><published>2008-07-28T21:38:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T00:05:59.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>what if ABS-CBN does a Pinoy version of Gossip Girl?</title><content type='html'>ABS-CBN will air the pinoy version of Gossip Girl soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FINAL CAST:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serena van der Woodsen: KC Concepcion&lt;br /&gt;Dan Humphry: John Loyd Cruz&lt;br /&gt;Blair Waldorf: Anne Curtis&lt;br /&gt;Nate Archibald: Sam Milby&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Bass: Luis Manzano or Jake Cuenca&lt;br /&gt;Jenny Humphry: Angelika Panganiban or Shaina Magdayao&lt;br /&gt;Vanessa Abrams: Toni Gonzaga&lt;br /&gt;Rufus Humphry: Richard Gomez&lt;br /&gt;Lily van der Woodsen: Lucy Torres-Gomez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alam mong mahal mo ko,&lt;br /&gt;ekis o ekis o&lt;br /&gt;gassip gerl aka chismosang babae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all borrowed from friend's multiply sites. :)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no way. no way. no way. no effin' way. no what-if's as well.&lt;br /&gt;ok...this has gotta be just rumors. because "ekis o ekis o" will never work. puh-leeez.&lt;br /&gt;let gossip girl stay the way it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-141566061221976747?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/141566061221976747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=141566061221976747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/141566061221976747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/141566061221976747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-if-abs-cbn-does-pinoy-version-of.html' title='what if ABS-CBN does a Pinoy version of Gossip Girl?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1970825756238468965</id><published>2008-07-26T13:17:00.013+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T21:51:51.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>my addiction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;ad·dic·tion (-dkshn)&lt;br /&gt;n.&lt;br /&gt;1. Compulsive physiological and psychological need for a habit-forming substance: a drug used in the treatment of heroin addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. The condition of being habitually or compulsively occupied with or or involved in something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;FRIENDS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTHrNQTTNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UOKR8_W0xRk/s1600-h/250px-Friends_titles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230024612390325458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTHrNQTTNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UOKR8_W0xRk/s320/250px-Friends_titles.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Friends is a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Sitcom" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sitcom"&gt;sitcom&lt;/a&gt; about a group of friends in the &lt;a title="Greenwich Village" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Greenwich_Village"&gt;Greenwich Village&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Borough (New York City)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Borough_%28New_York_City%29"&gt;borough&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a title="Manhattan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Manhattan"&gt;Manhattan&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="New York City" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt;. It was originally broadcast from 1994 to 2004. It was created by &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="David Crane (television)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Crane_%28television%29"&gt;David Crane&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Marta Kauffman" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Marta_Kauffman"&gt;Marta Kauffman&lt;/a&gt;, and produced by &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Kevin S. Bright" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kevin_S._Bright"&gt;Kevin S. Bright&lt;/a&gt;, Marta Kauffman and David Crane. The show has been broadcast in more than one hundred countries and still continues to attract good ratings for its episodes in &lt;a title="Broadcast syndication" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadcast_syndication"&gt;syndication&lt;/a&gt;. The final episode of the show was watched by an estimated US audience of 52.5 million.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Friends#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; From the 10 years run, the show had won 6 &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Emmy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Emmy"&gt;Emmys&lt;/a&gt;, including one for &lt;a title="Primetime Emmy Award for Outstanding Comedy Series" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Primetime_Emmy_Award_for_Outstanding_Comedy_Series"&gt;Outstanding Comedy Series&lt;/a&gt;. It also received a &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Golden Globe Awards" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Globe_Awards"&gt;Golden Globe&lt;/a&gt;, 2 &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Screen Actors Guild Award" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Screen_Actors_Guild_Award"&gt;SAG Awards&lt;/a&gt;, and other 56 various awards with 152 nominations."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;RENT&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJSx6m_8jdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/R99Xat0IkKo/s1600-h/200px-Rent_movie_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230000687743274450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJSx6m_8jdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/R99Xat0IkKo/s320/200px-Rent_movie_poster.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Rent is a &lt;a title="Rock opera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_opera"&gt;rock opera&lt;/a&gt;, with music and lyrics by &lt;a title="Jonathan Larson" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Larson"&gt;Jonathan Larson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rent_%28musical%29#cite_note-Rent:_Bible-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; inspired by &lt;a title="Giacomo Puccini" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Giacomo_Puccini"&gt;Giacomo Puccini&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a title="Opera" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Opera"&gt;opera&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="La Bohème" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/La_Boh%C3%A8me"&gt;La Bohème&lt;/a&gt;. It tells the story of a group of impoverished young artists and musicians struggling to survive and create in New York's &lt;a title="Lower East Side" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lower_East_Side"&gt;Lower East Side&lt;/a&gt; in the thriving days of the &lt;a title="East Village, Manhattan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Village%2C_Manhattan"&gt;Bohemian East Village&lt;/a&gt;, under the shadow of &lt;a title="AIDS" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AIDS"&gt;AIDS&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Rent is a &lt;a title="2005 in film" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005_in_film"&gt;2005&lt;/a&gt; film adaptation of the &lt;a title="Broadway theatre" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Broadway_theatre"&gt;Broadway&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Rent (musical)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rent_%28musical%29"&gt;musical of the same name&lt;/a&gt;. It details the struggles of a group of young friends in the &lt;a title="East Village, Manhattan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/East_Village%2C_Manhattan"&gt;East Village&lt;/a&gt; area of &lt;a title="New York City" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York_City"&gt;New York City&lt;/a&gt; in the late-1980s, early-1990s. The film, directed by &lt;a title="Chris Columbus (filmmaker)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chris_Columbus_%28filmmaker%29"&gt;Chris Columbus&lt;/a&gt;, had six of the original Broadway cast members reprising their roles."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;GOSSIP GIRL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230011327235910050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJS7l6MqaaI/AAAAAAAAAH8/Z8PqRgS-hcA/s320/250px-Gossip_Girl_title_card.jpg" border="0" /&gt; "Gossip Girl is an &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Television program" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Television_program"&gt;television&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Teen drama" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teen_drama"&gt;teen drama&lt;/a&gt; based on the popular &lt;a title="Gossip Girl" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip_Girl"&gt;novel series&lt;/a&gt; of the same name written by &lt;a title="Cecily von Ziegesar" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cecily_von_Ziegesar"&gt;Cecily von Ziegesar&lt;/a&gt;. Gossip Girl revolves around the lives of socialite young adults growing up on &lt;a title="New York" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_York"&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a title="Upper East Side" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Upper_East_Side"&gt;Upper East Side&lt;/a&gt; who attend elite academic institutions while dealing with sex, drugs, jealousy, and other teenage issues. Featuring an &lt;a title="Ensemble cast" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ensemble_cast"&gt;ensemble cast&lt;/a&gt;, the series begins by introducing Serena van der Woodsen (&lt;a title="Blake Lively" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blake_Lively"&gt;Blake Lively&lt;/a&gt;) and best friend Blair Waldorf (&lt;a title="Leighton Meester" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leighton_Meester"&gt;Leighton Meester&lt;/a&gt;), as well as Blair's on-off boyfriend Nate Archibald (&lt;a title="Chace Crawford" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chace_Crawford"&gt;Chace Crawford&lt;/a&gt;), Nate's best friend Chuck Bass (&lt;a title="Ed Westwick" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ed_Westwick"&gt;Ed Westwick&lt;/a&gt;), Dan Humphrey (&lt;a title="Penn Badgley" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Penn_Badgley"&gt;Penn Badgley&lt;/a&gt;), who dated Serena during most of the first season, Jenny Humphrey (&lt;a title="Taylor Momsen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Taylor_Momsen"&gt;Taylor Momsen&lt;/a&gt;), who become involved in the lives of the main characters despite being less inclined to merge with the upper-east-side crowd and Vanessa Abrams (&lt;a title="Jessica Szohr" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jessica_Szohr"&gt;Jessica Szohr&lt;/a&gt;) who is a best friend of Dan. The series is narrated by a seemingly omniscient character, "Gossip Girl" (voiced by &lt;a title="Kristen Bell" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kristen_Bell"&gt;Kristen Bell&lt;/a&gt;), who runs a &lt;a title="Blog" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Blog"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; about her fellow Upper East Siders — consequently stirring the pot and creating potential rivalries in this exclusive and vicious circle of friends.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip_Girl_%28TV_series%29#cite_note-TVGUIDE1-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; The show was developed by &lt;a title="Josh Schwartz" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Josh_Schwartz"&gt;Josh Schwartz&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Stephanie Savage" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephanie_Savage"&gt;Stephanie Savage&lt;/a&gt;, who also serve as &lt;a title="Executive producer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Executive_producer"&gt;executive producers&lt;/a&gt; alongside Bob Levy and Leslie Morgenstein.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gossip_Girl_%28TV_series%29#cite_note-1"&gt;[2]&lt;/a&gt; It is produced by &lt;a title="Warner Bros. Television" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warner_Bros._Television"&gt;Warner Bros. Television&lt;/a&gt;, College Hill Productions and Alloy Entertainment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;DAVID COOK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTHTE3pwmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1dYyl70_vsw/s1600-h/n8653684506_818.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230024197822595682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTHTE3pwmI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1dYyl70_vsw/s320/n8653684506_818.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;"David Roland Cook (born &lt;a title="December 20" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/December_20"&gt;December 20&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="1982" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/1982"&gt;1982&lt;/a&gt;) is an &lt;a title="United States" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States"&gt;American&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Rock music" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_music"&gt;rock&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="Singer-songwriter" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Singer-songwriter"&gt;singer-songwriter&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Cook_%28singer%29#cite_note-yahoo_TV-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt; On &lt;a title="May 21" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/May_21"&gt;May 21&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="2008" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008"&gt;2008&lt;/a&gt;, he won the &lt;a title="American Idol (season 7)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Idol_%28season_7%29"&gt;seventh season&lt;/a&gt; of the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Reality television show" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reality_television_show"&gt;reality television show&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a title="American Idol" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/American_Idol"&gt;American Idol&lt;/a&gt;. Prior to Idol he released an album entitled &lt;a title="Analog Heart" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Analog_Heart"&gt;Analog Heart&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;TWILIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTFwy1RHDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/i8JAlR0xJqg/s1600-h/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022509353573426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTFwy1RHDI/AAAAAAAAAIM/i8JAlR0xJqg/s320/200px-Book_jacket_of_Twilight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "Twilight is a young adult &lt;a title="Vampire (Twilight)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Vampire_%28Twilight%29"&gt;vampire&lt;/a&gt; novel written by author &lt;a title="Stephenie Meyer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephenie_Meyer"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;, originally published in hardcover in &lt;a title="2005" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2005"&gt;2005&lt;/a&gt;. It is the first book of the &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Twilight (series)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_%28series%29"&gt;Twilight series&lt;/a&gt;, and introduces seventeen-year-old &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Bella Swan" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bella_Swan"&gt;Isabella "Bella" Swan&lt;/a&gt; who moves from &lt;a title="Phoenix, Arizona" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phoenix%2C_Arizona"&gt;Phoenix, Arizona&lt;/a&gt; to &lt;a title="Forks, Washington" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Forks%2C_Washington"&gt;Forks, Washington&lt;/a&gt; and finds her life in danger when she falls in love with a vampire, &lt;a title="Edward Cullen (Twilight)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Cullen_%28Twilight%29"&gt;Edward Cullen&lt;/a&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;EDWARD CULLEN (Robert Pattison)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTFXrl2fEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EvE3diQRXgM/s1600-h/n1067374907_90685_252.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230022077913136194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTFXrl2fEI/AAAAAAAAAIE/EvE3diQRXgM/s320/n1067374907_90685_252.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230023408707638242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTGlJL_E-I/AAAAAAAAAIU/AzrnJSYD6ZA/s320/200px-Edward1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;"Edward Cullen (born Edward Anthony Masen) is a fictional character in &lt;a title="Stephenie Meyer" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stephenie_Meyer"&gt;Stephenie Meyer&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a title="Twilight series" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_series"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt; series. He is currently featured in the books &lt;a title="Twilight (novel)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Twilight_%28novel%29"&gt;Twilight&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="New Moon (novel)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/New_Moon_%28novel%29"&gt;New Moon&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Eclipse (novel)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Eclipse_%28novel%29"&gt;Eclipse&lt;/a&gt;. He will also appear in the upcoming books, also by Stephenie Meyer, &lt;a title="Breaking Dawn" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Breaking_Dawn"&gt;Breaking Dawn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a title="Midnight Sun (novel)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midnight_Sun_%28novel%29"&gt;Midnight Sun&lt;/a&gt;, the latter of which will be from Edward's point of view. The development of the Edward Cullen character was influenced by &lt;a title="Gilbert Blythe" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gilbert_Blythe"&gt;Gilbert Blythe&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a title="Fitzwilliam Darcy" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fitzwilliam_Darcy"&gt;Fitzwilliam Darcy&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="Edward Rochester" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Rochester"&gt;Edward Rochester&lt;/a&gt;– particularly the latter, who, like Edward Cullen, sees himself as a "monster".&lt;a title="" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Cullen_%28Twilight%29#cite_note-0"&gt;[1]&lt;/a&gt;" &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: wikipedia.org &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1970825756238468965?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1970825756238468965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1970825756238468965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1970825756238468965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1970825756238468965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-addiction.html' title='my addiction.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SJTHrNQTTNI/AAAAAAAAAIs/UOKR8_W0xRk/s72-c/250px-Friends_titles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4278748036533166245</id><published>2008-07-25T17:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T17:52:30.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>monologue</title><content type='html'>"do you know how it feels like when you have been taken for granted? you have worked so hard in planning for your friend's surprise and not get appreciated at all for it. no thank you's, no job-well-dones's. if you demand it, it's like saying you're not doing this because it's for a friend. it's like you're tired, you're trailing behind, cleaning and it still goes unnoticed.. you, your efforts, all go unnoticed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know how it feels when you realise your friends don't really listen to you? imagine trying to convince your friends to watch a movie you'd love to watch and even when the movie comes out, you're still trying to convince them, only to find out your friends have watched it together. without you. and now instead somehow they're discouraging you to watch because it's crap. you just want to get mad, to get upset that they watched it without you. but you can't because they would find it such a lame and stupid reason to get upst about. but the most disappointing realisation here is that it seems no one hears me saying it and constantly talking about it. or maybe my friends don't take me seriously. the question here is do my friends actually listen to what i say or do they just hear me speaking..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i often wondered... i really wished.. you know.. what if it was me who went back home for the summer, for two months instead of my friend. what if it was me? would everyone go through all the trouble to spend more time with me before i leave? would my leaving be something they wished to not happen? or should i ask, would my absence be felt? would it affect them that i'm not around to spend each day with them? my question is would they miss me as much as they are missing my friend right now? i'd really like to know...maybe i figured that i may come back and find that everything would be different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know it's wrong to doubt my friends because they are great. but why do i feel so alone? that even if we're together as a group, i feel so lonely. thinking about it, i don't have that one person, that best friend i can call just my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's just so much emotion my poor little heart can handle. i need to getaway, runaway, as far as i can. i need to go somewhere where i can think. i need a fresh start. maybe i just need a long sleep. and who knows....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for now, i'm still okay. but watch out though, one day, you may think i'm still okay. you see me smiling, as a teardrop starts to fall.. and i'm dying a little inside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the lights go dim. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but bright as light, you see a teardrop reach the floor. and two.. and..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4278748036533166245?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4278748036533166245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4278748036533166245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4278748036533166245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4278748036533166245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/monologue.html' title='monologue'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6148091042956492374</id><published>2008-07-18T21:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T12:03:45.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Oddest Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When I pronounce the word Future,&lt;br /&gt;the first syllable already belongs to the past.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pronounce the word Silence,&lt;br /&gt;I destroy it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I pronounce the word Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;I make something no non-being can hold.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Wislawa Szymborska&lt;br /&gt;Nobel Prize Winner in Literature 1996 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6148091042956492374?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6148091042956492374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6148091042956492374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6148091042956492374'/><link rel='self' 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are not the mark of weakness, but of power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They speak more eloquently than 10,000 tongues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are the messengers of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;overwhelming &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;grief&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of deep &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;contrition&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;unspeakable love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Washington Irving &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1469513154967243286?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1469513154967243286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7219990184084708450</id><published>2008-07-15T22:16:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T00:01:03.394+01:00</updated><title type='text'>random updates (aka rants)</title><content type='html'>so let's see, i haven't written down a real entry for some time now. ok so have written some entries that didn't need much thinking. like googling. come on, that doesn't take long. i can also grab stories from friends and share them with everyone here. i realise what happened to me in the past few weeks, in the past months. have i really been that busy? let me think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;may-june. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams. my finals. yes, i have been studying for it. i tried my best and hopefully get the grades that i need. please please please. i try to always go to college to study. this is because when i am at home, i usually end up online. and not really doing much revision.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other stuff also came up during may and june. well there was envision and the pledges. it involved alot of planning and getting things ready for it. most of my friends were busy with their exams and other stuff that i had to do most of it. although i did have some help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there was also a friend of mine leaving to go back home for the summer. we had to celebrate her 18th birthday in advance and i had to do a little of the planning. well, more than a little. i ended up doing most of the planning the day before the surprise. and it was quite stressful. but everything went well. my friend was definitely surprised. but somehow you sometimes want to feel some gratitude and some recognition for all your hard work. i mean i know i do all this because i consider her one of my best friends. so a simple 'thank you' or 'good job' would make everything so worth it. because you don't want to feel like you're just being taken for granted. i love my friends and i would do anything for them. i just hope they realise that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i also got to travel. we went to wales for one weekend because of a philippine independence day celebration. and that felt good to go out of town and just relax. i just finished my exams around that time. and going to wales meant that it was indeed vacation time. meaning summer! woohoo! i also got to go to one of my dream destinations which is PARIS! yes, you read it right, Paris, France. and like omg?! well i guess you can see how happy i was about it. until now. we went there for my sister's 18th birthday, just overnight for the weekend. and although alot of time was wasted for travel, it was still so nice to break-away from exams and just hang out with my family. i'm definitely going back there. we were also to go to ireland but my parents went without us instead because it was expensive. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally got work. yes, i am working for the summer, part time and i get paid. although i'm not sure when or how, it's still cool. i would get to learn new things and get paid for it. plus it's good experience to put on my cv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the biggest disappointments i have this summer is that i don't get to go home to the philippines. yes, i'm staying in london for the summer. damn. i'm sure my friends back home are as disappointed as i am. i feel bad that they have so much happening now in their lives right now and i don't get to be a witness to any of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks ago, we went to the airport to see my friend off. and when she was boarding in and she was waving goodbye, i didn't see a friend leaving. because i'm sure she's coming back. instead, i saw someone going back home to her country to be with friends and family she hasn't seen for two years. and i badly wished it was me. oh how i wanted it to be me. i so wanted to go back home. how i wish it was me who was going home to the philippines. maybe it was the only way i could find out how much i mattered to my friends. would they spend as much time with me like they did for my other friend who did go home? i want to know whether they would miss me as much. but i guess i will never know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you can realise, most of this entry contains my disappointments and the sentiments. there is only so much my poor little heart can carry and try to let go off or hope that it would fade. but to end on a bright note, it's just the beginning the july.. and my summer has yet to take out and turn out to be the best summer ever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still remember my promise to my best friend that we will make this year our year. and i guess that's what i'll just do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rants)'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-767779576859422980</id><published>2008-07-13T18:24:00.009+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:20:00.829+01:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm singing in the rain..</title><content type='html'>long before I fell in love with Chicago, Phantom of the Opera, and RENT, there was &lt;strong&gt;Singing in the Rain&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222551354030566242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SHo6yUY6K2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/msbgZ2Sn-ac/s320/SITR.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Plotline:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glorious classic film musical. 1927: Don Lockwood and Lina Lamont are the darlings of the silent silver screen. Offscreen, Don, aided by his happy-go-lucky friend and piano accompanist, Cosmo Brown, has to dodge Lina's romantic overtures, especially when he falls for chorus girl Kathy Selden. With the advent of sound in motion pictures, it is decided to turn Don and Lina's new film into a "talkie" and a musical at that. The only problem is Lina's voice, which mere words cannot describe. Thus, Kathy is brought on to dub her speaking and singing voice in secret, and Don's on top of the world. But then Lina finds out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can just watch this movie over and over again. my sister can sing to all the songs in this movie. and secretly, so can i.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lina Lamont is funny being so in over her head. and she definitely talks funny as well. Don Lockwood and Kelly Seldon are such a cute pair. Cosmo Brown is such a cute friend, make 'em laugh. they are amazing at tap dancing. they did a great tap duet. can u spell talent? wow.. i wish they made more movie musicals like this nowadays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Songs:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Singing in the Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkEvy-9yVyQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkEvy-9yVyQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0j3-tmQLjg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/J0j3-tmQLjg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Diction/Moses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9CkpMSYgfo&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W9CkpMSYgfo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Trailer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wc1ilEN7iao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Wc1ilEN7iao&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="300" height="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memorable Quotes:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Lina Lamont (in her high pitched funny voice..)&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cayyyn't"&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I can't make love to a bush!"&lt;br /&gt;"What do they think I am? Dumb or something? Why, I make more money than - than - than Calvin Coolidge! Put together!"&lt;br /&gt;"People"? I ain't "people." I am a - "a shimmering, glowing star in the cinema firmament."&lt;br /&gt;"If we bring a little joy into your humdrum lives, it makes us feel as though our hard work ain't been in vain for nothin'. Bless you all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cosmo Brown&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Short people have long faces, and long people have short faces. Big people have little humor, and little people have no humor at all."&lt;br /&gt;"What's the first thing an actor learns? "The show must go on!' Come rain, come shine, come snow, come sleet, the show MUST go on!"&lt;br /&gt;"Gee, I'm glad you turned up, we've been looking inside every cake in town"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Don Lockwood&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, we movie stars get the glory. I guess we have to take the little heartaches that go with it. People think we lead lives of glamour and romance, but we're really lonely - terribly lonely. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Moses supposes his toeses are roses,&lt;br /&gt;but Moses supposes erroneously.&lt;br /&gt;Moses he knowses his toeses aren't roses&lt;br /&gt;as Moses supposes his toeses to be."&lt;br /&gt;"Moses suposes his toeses are roses&lt;br /&gt;But Moses supposes erroneously&lt;br /&gt;A Rose is a rose&lt;br /&gt;A Nose is a nose&lt;br /&gt;A Toese is a toese&lt;br /&gt;Hupidubidu! (ehehehehe)"&lt;br /&gt;"Repeat after me - Tah, Tey, Tee, Toe, Too."...."Tah, Tey, Tye, Tow, Tyo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-767779576859422980?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/767779576859422980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=767779576859422980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/767779576859422980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/767779576859422980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-singing-in-rain.html' title='i&apos;m singing in the rain..'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/SHo6yUY6K2I/AAAAAAAAAHk/msbgZ2Sn-ac/s72-c/SITR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-196867486693907223</id><published>2008-07-09T22:10:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T12:40:52.758+01:00</updated><title type='text'>scribbles vol.2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;v.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the more i know you&lt;br /&gt;the deeper i fall&lt;br /&gt;i should stay away, distance myself&lt;br /&gt;but then, you turn to be always there&lt;br /&gt;you make me smile&lt;br /&gt;you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;you make me feel good&lt;br /&gt;about myself, life and right now&lt;br /&gt;but i'm scared, really&lt;br /&gt;why does this happen now&lt;br /&gt;i've long waited for something like this&lt;br /&gt;and it's you who just can't stay for long&lt;br /&gt;now i don't want this&lt;br /&gt;but it's too late to runaway now&lt;br /&gt;if only i can switch off&lt;br /&gt;everytime you're around&lt;br /&gt;but i know i just can't&lt;br /&gt;eventhough i wish i really could&lt;br /&gt;to stop my heart from crying (or breaking)&lt;br /&gt;knowing i'll just be a good friend to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i want to distance myself&lt;br /&gt;i'd convince myself to stay away&lt;br /&gt;however whenever i see you&lt;br /&gt;it's your smile that greets me&lt;br /&gt;i just want you near&lt;br /&gt;i want you to be sitting beside me.&lt;br /&gt;you're with your friends&lt;br /&gt;i can't stop but stare and smile.&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm really crazy&lt;br /&gt;i shouldn't be feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;let me pretend, nothing has happened&lt;br /&gt;i'd fake a smile as if everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;i'll try and control myself, stop myself&lt;br /&gt;before this feeling takes over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;01.10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want to pretend it's not there&lt;br /&gt;i could act like it's not real&lt;br /&gt;i'll just put things or feelings aside&lt;br /&gt;i know i've done this before&lt;br /&gt;but it never gets easier&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm just getting ahead of myself&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'm really scared of getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;maybe, just maybe&lt;br /&gt;this was nothing but a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;04.43&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always wanted to move on&lt;br /&gt;from a past that was too painful&lt;br /&gt;now i see something in you, about you&lt;br /&gt;that gives me that strange feeling again&lt;br /&gt;i never thought that it would be you&lt;br /&gt;others would always joke&lt;br /&gt;and i would just laugh along&lt;br /&gt;but now, why does it hurt inside&lt;br /&gt;you made me smile&lt;br /&gt;it got me all inspired&lt;br /&gt;but things changed overnight&lt;br /&gt;somehow i was just so bothered&lt;br /&gt;unsure of how or why i'm feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;maybe because it seemed impossible&lt;br /&gt;you and me can never happen&lt;br /&gt;oh why can't everything just go back&lt;br /&gt;to the ways things were before&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just pretend this is nothing&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll convince myself this is scary&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll hide or runaway from you&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can deny that this is true&lt;br /&gt;or maybe i'll lie and fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;when inside, my heart is being torn apart&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'll fake a smile&lt;br /&gt;and pretend i'm okay&lt;br /&gt;when you smile at me&lt;br /&gt;and sit right next to me&lt;br /&gt;yes, i'll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;vii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;instead i'm awake&lt;br /&gt;i've been tossing and turning&lt;br /&gt;but now it's too late&lt;br /&gt;my alarm clock's about to sound&lt;br /&gt;hears its countdown&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock&lt;br /&gt;maybe i'll just turn it off&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking, i've been reading&lt;br /&gt;which is probably why i just can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;viii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart&lt;br /&gt;emotion, feelings&lt;br /&gt;take chances&lt;br /&gt;risk everything&lt;br /&gt;just let it flow&lt;br /&gt;let it just take control&lt;br /&gt;my brain&lt;br /&gt;my mind, thinking&lt;br /&gt;to pretend and lie&lt;br /&gt;deny everything&lt;br /&gt;fake a smile or laugh&lt;br /&gt;you're just gonna get hurt&lt;br /&gt;which one's stronger?&lt;br /&gt;which one should you listen to?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-196867486693907223?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/196867486693907223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=196867486693907223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/196867486693907223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/196867486693907223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/scribbles-vol2.html' title='scribbles vol.2'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6305783739395851386</id><published>2008-07-02T01:51:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T21:56:41.660+01:00</updated><title type='text'>let's google it again.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Your life according to Google, since, as we all know, Google is Everything. Seriously. Type in the following and choose the first choice (that makes sense) that appears on the list. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina needs your help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina looks like a goddess of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina looks like bad news.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina does barbie ballet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina hates to give autographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina goes green.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina loves theatre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina eats gulf coast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina has a theory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina wants more challenging roles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Type in "[your name] knows" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina knows where she went wrong..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Type in "[your name] said" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina said mum mum nan nan dada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;12: Type in "[your name] ended" in Google search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Katrina ended her call and slapped her keyboard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6305783739395851386?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6305783739395851386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6305783739395851386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6305783739395851386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6305783739395851386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-google-it-again.html' title='let&apos;s google it again.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-527706993880400998</id><published>2008-07-01T01:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T22:04:03.690+01:00</updated><title type='text'>let's google it</title><content type='html'>Your life according to Google, since, as we all know, Google is Everything. Seriously. Type in the following and choose the first choice (that makes sense) that appears on the list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, this is my entry for now, since i still have a lack of inspiration to write anything.. i still have my scribbles and doodles.. but that would be for some other time.. i decided to do "Anna" instead of "Anakat" since anakat is a rare name.. and most of the stuff that comes up in google is from my blogs.. maybe i'll do a "Katrina".. maybe tomorrow.. for now, i took the simple stuff about anna.. it doesn't say much.. but it means alot, it goes deep.. i'll explain later..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: Type in "[your name] needs" in the Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna needs...content.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2: Type in "[your name] looks like" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna, looks like your next!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Type in "[your name] does" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna does Paris.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4: Type in "[your name] hates" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna hates bananas.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5: Type in "[your name] goes" or "..has gone" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna goes west.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6: Type in "[your name] loves" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna loves her little Honda.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7: Type in "[your name] eats" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna eats cornflakes with sugar&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8: Type in "[your name] has" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna has gone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9: Type in "[your name] wants" in Google search:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna wants to break free.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10: Type in "[your name] knows" in Google search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna knows how to make us laugh.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11: Type in "[your name] said" in Google search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna said she felt very grumpy and that she "must be worrying about something".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12: Type in "[your name] ended" in Google search&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna ended up falling asleep on the floor in the loungeroom.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-527706993880400998?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/527706993880400998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=527706993880400998' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/527706993880400998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/527706993880400998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/07/lets-google-it.html' title='let&apos;s google it'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-2917261480361981093</id><published>2008-06-15T00:56:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:47:29.501+01:00</updated><title type='text'>to my dad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mygirlyspace.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="Myspace Layouts" alt="Myspace Layouts" src="http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_425_37691.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to one of the most important (or should i say THE most important) man in my life. a big thank you. i'll always remember how special we are to you with the letter that i wrote when i was still young, still in your wallet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Everything Dad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Joanna Fuchs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little girl needs her daddy&lt;br /&gt;To love her with manly charm,&lt;br /&gt;To soothe her when she’s hurt,&lt;br /&gt;And keep her safe from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl needs her dad&lt;br /&gt;To show her a man who’s good,&lt;br /&gt;To help her make right choices,&lt;br /&gt;As only a father could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman needs her father&lt;br /&gt;Just to be aware,&lt;br /&gt;He’ll always be there for her&lt;br /&gt;To sustain her and to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’ve been all these things, Dad.&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you can see&lt;br /&gt;How much I treasure you;&lt;br /&gt;You mean everything to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Happy Father's Day to fathers, grandfathers, father-to-be's, father figures.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-2917261480361981093?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2917261480361981093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=2917261480361981093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2917261480361981093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2917261480361981093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='to my dad.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-818384124736087305</id><published>2008-05-29T01:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:27:04.482+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Clothes I Wear</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;What others see from your style:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although to the untrained eye you may seem like a plain dresser who avoids trends, you actually wear carefully designed accessories and clothes that emphasize your uniqueness. You value your freedom and have an artistic mind. You are neither aggressive nor timid, but you believe in yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What your nightclothes reveal:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in need of love. You want to be taken care of and panic easily. You have a strong wish for security in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What others see from your ties:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;strong&gt;caring&lt;/strong&gt; people. You are &lt;strong&gt;romantic&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;witty&lt;/strong&gt;, and &lt;strong&gt;easygoing&lt;/strong&gt;. You compromise rather than confront, and love nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What others see from your belts:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there's not a single belt in your wardrobe, you like freedom and are opposed to all kinds of rules. You are&lt;strong&gt; creative&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;very good at work that requires you to stretch your imagination&lt;/strong&gt;. Your main downfall, however, is that you &lt;strong&gt;can be very moody&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What others see from your shoes:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;strong&gt;person who loves simplicit&lt;/strong&gt;y and &lt;strong&gt;is sincere and ope&lt;/strong&gt;n. You are &lt;strong&gt;pleasant to be with&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;easygoing&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;always in a good mood&lt;/strong&gt;. You neither want to control nor be under someone else's control. You don't care much about how you look, and know that &lt;strong&gt;it's what's inside someone's heart that's important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;What others see from your earrings:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;strong&gt;sweet and talkative person&lt;/strong&gt;. You are &lt;strong&gt;sociable&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;energetic&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;interesting&lt;/strong&gt;, and get easily bored by the same old things. You are always looking for adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The last analysis:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are probably a &lt;strong&gt;romantic and passionate person&lt;/strong&gt;. You are &lt;strong&gt;sensitive &lt;/strong&gt;and lonely when you aren't in love. You can be somewhat self-centered, but you are &lt;strong&gt;honest and sincere to others&lt;/strong&gt;. You like to make a good impression of yourself and worry about what others think of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this comes from one of those random blog quizzes that could be actually nice and sometimes surprising. only this because i lack inspiration and motivation to write anything or blog. maybe tomorrow...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-818384124736087305?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/818384124736087305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=818384124736087305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/818384124736087305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/818384124736087305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2007/05/clothes-you-wear.html' title='The Clothes I Wear'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-362307551926717782</id><published>2008-05-28T01:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:22:59.340+01:00</updated><title type='text'>How well do you get along with others?</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;Here is the analysis:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You truly believe in friendship. You get along well with others, and those who are around you are happy to be with you, too. You love to be surrounded by friends and you'll do anything you can to help them without expecting anything in return. When your friends are smiling, you're as happy as you can be.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-362307551926717782?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/362307551926717782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=362307551926717782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/362307551926717782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/362307551926717782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/how-well-do-you-get-along-with-others.html' title='How well do you get along with others?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8684227958770843849</id><published>2008-05-25T18:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T12:21:26.804+01:00</updated><title type='text'>updating myself..</title><content type='html'>"omg! where have i been? and what exactly have i been doing?" yes, that's the question that i have been asking myself. that's not only me feeling that way. i had a good conversation with a close friend yesterday and it seems the time is passing by so quickly that certain things that we love to do are slipping our hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year's american idol is david cook! woohoo! i am so happy. this is the first time i am excited about any winner of american idol, since i started watching from season 3. when i first found out about it, i kinda screamed! (actually i really screamed!) and wanted to jump up and down. (ok, so i did do that too..) i was so happy that day, my friends would be my proof to that day where i was just laughing, smiling and my voice was just so high pitched, that it was so funny. i'm sure it was infectious. i'll be looking forward to buying his album soon. for now, i'll just be listening to billie jean, all i really is you, the time of my life, i'm alive, and of course, always be my baby.. (obviously that's not all..and david vs david is another topic..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want a secret garden, my secret garden. you know when sometimes you wanna be by yourself and reflect in your own home, you go hide in your toilet. because that's the only room in your house that you're definitely by yourself and no one would come in. i want my secret garden where i could do the same thing when i'm all alone in my toilet. come on, it's definitely prettier than any toilet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long walks do me good. i just long walks. especially when you're in the mood to reminisce, look back, think, be sentimental, reflect and remember.. i like the walking by river thames especially. good thing we live near river thames, long walks do me good and the river thames, well water looks so relaxing and peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emotions. questions about emotions. the truth. the brain, the mind. the heart. control. friends, company. laugh, smile. inspire. hugs. comfort. tears. take risks. take chances. hurt. scared. good. doubt. uncertainty. thinking. feelings. him, her, me.&lt;br /&gt;let the words come together. you pick which makes sense. go figure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8684227958770843849?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8684227958770843849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8684227958770843849' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8684227958770843849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8684227958770843849'/><link rel='alternate' 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write it down on whatever paper i can find and i try to put them together in the best way possible. and so far, all i have is below. some of them are not finished. i will put the rest tomorrow. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08.41&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;i have trouble breathing&lt;br /&gt;one, breathe in slowly&lt;br /&gt;i close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;two, breathe out&lt;br /&gt;and then open&lt;br /&gt;relax, i tell myself&lt;br /&gt;just relax&lt;br /&gt;everything will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;it should so it will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;08.46&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what's happening to me&lt;br /&gt;i seem to be losing it&lt;br /&gt;something's gotta be wrong&lt;br /&gt;i'm not myself anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm reckless and yet very careful&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a hurry and yet there's still time&lt;br /&gt;but then i've been wasting too much time&lt;br /&gt;so i'm just chasing something&lt;br /&gt;that left me behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16.49&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lost in a daydream&lt;br /&gt;staring into nothingness&lt;br /&gt;i look at him beside me&lt;br /&gt;he's as lost as i am&lt;br /&gt;can't help but smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just want to write&lt;br /&gt;my mind is screaming&lt;br /&gt;my thoughts are floating&lt;br /&gt;time is passing by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm staring at the board&lt;br /&gt;all i hear and see are numbers&lt;br /&gt;but all i can think of are words&lt;br /&gt;all meaningless unless put together&lt;br /&gt;so i'm trying to make them rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iii.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there any given formula&lt;br /&gt;in creating the perfect rhyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there any hidden recipe&lt;br /&gt;in cooking up the perfect lines&lt;br /&gt;we pour in a cup of emotion&lt;br /&gt;fill in in with the right words&lt;br /&gt;and sprinkle it with inspiration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14.39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me just write&lt;br /&gt;i have to let this all out&lt;br /&gt;this may not make sense&lt;br /&gt;let's just do this freestyle&lt;br /&gt;my heart is beating fast&lt;br /&gt;my head seems to be spinning&lt;br /&gt;my hand is shaking&lt;br /&gt;and i just feel like crying&lt;br /&gt;i want to shout&lt;br /&gt;i want to scream&lt;br /&gt;i want to break free&lt;br /&gt;let go of everything&lt;br /&gt;there's no holding back&lt;br /&gt;who cares who's watching&lt;br /&gt;let them stare in disbelief&lt;br /&gt;they don't need to understand&lt;br /&gt;i stop to think&lt;br /&gt;i need some rest&lt;br /&gt;my mind is wondering&lt;br /&gt;i could fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;i want to run away&lt;br /&gt;hide until all this is over&lt;br /&gt;i don't have te strength to fight this&lt;br /&gt;i'm even losing some faith&lt;br /&gt;this can't really be happening&lt;br /&gt;this is not really me&lt;br /&gt;i know i'm stronger than this,&lt;br /&gt;better than this&lt;br /&gt;but i can't just see me right now&lt;br /&gt;i'm afraid, i'm scared, i'm terrified&lt;br /&gt;not sureof what to say, what to do&lt;br /&gt;confused and drowning in my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;someone pull me out of it, please&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8985816194905044261?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8985816194905044261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1729558921500645798</id><published>2008-05-02T17:59:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T23:45:14.722+01:00</updated><title type='text'>logging in.</title><content type='html'>i'm back to blogger mode. yes, after almost two weeks that i have been missing in action, i finally have time to this. will be posting all that i have written very soon. oh i miss this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so where do i start?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hardwork. dedication. detachment. challenges. believe. busy. time. hope. change. different. focus. support. smile. trust. faith. love. friends. family. God. me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words that could describe my almost non-existence to other people for two weeks. i choose to disconnect because i decided to focus on my studies. and hopefully it paid off. i even got sick because of all the stress and pressure and late nights. but i'm really grateful to everyone who stuck with me and supported me and pushed me a little to hold on and finish till the end. i'm also thankful for Superfriend, for i know He's always there for me, and i trust Him to be always there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being smart doesn't mean that i can easily get the grades i want or simply get anything and anywhere i want. it doesn't mean that i get the easiest path or fastest path to where i want to be or what i can become. being smart sometimes means that i have to work harder, run a mile longer, walk faster and reach higher goals.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1729558921500645798?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1729558921500645798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1729558921500645798' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1729558921500645798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1729558921500645798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-back-to-blogger-mode.html' title='logging in.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7863913791971128653</id><published>2008-05-01T22:17:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T23:47:28.168+01:00</updated><title type='text'>quotable quotes from the movies 2</title><content type='html'>second installment of some memorable quotes from the movies. for the moment, it's all i can do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Whenever I get gloomy with the state of the world, I think about the arrivals gate at Heathrow Airport. General opinion's starting to make out that we live in a world of hatred and greed, but I don't see that. It seems to me that love is everywhere. Often it's not particularly dignified or newsworthy, but it's always there - fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, husbands and wives, boyfriends, girlfriends, old friends. When the planes hit the Twin Towers, as far as I know none of the phone calls from the people on board were messages of hate or revenge - they were all messages of love. &lt;strong&gt;If you look for it, I've got a sneaky feeling you'll find that love actually is all around.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You cannot leave everything to Fate, boy. She's got a lot to do. Sometimes you must give her a hand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Johnathan Trager, prominent television producer for ESPN, died last night from complications of losing his soul mate and his fiancee. He was 35 years old. Soft-spoken and obsessive, Trager never looked the part of a hopeless romantic. But, in the final days of his life, he revealed an unknown side of his psyche. This hidden quasi-Jungian persona surfaced during the Agatha Christie-like pursuit of his long reputed soul mate, a woman whom he only spent a few precious hours with. Sadly, the protracted search ended late Saturday night in complete and utter failure. Yet even in certain defeat, the courageous Trager secretly clung to the belief that&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;life is not merely a series of meaningless accidents or coincidences.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Uh-uh. But rather, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;its a tapestry of events that culminate in an exquisite, sublime plan&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; Asked about the loss of his dear friend, Dean Kansky, the Pulitzer Prize-winning author and executive editor of the New York Times, described Jonathan as a changed man in the last days of his life. "Things were clearer for him," Kansky noted. Ultimately Johnathan concluded that&lt;strong&gt; if we are to live life in harmony with the universe, we must all possess a powerful faith in what the ancients used to call "fatum", what we currently refer to as destiny&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I believe &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;we write our own stories.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; And &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;each time we think we know the end - we don't&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Perhaps &lt;u&gt;luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance&lt;/u&gt;, and in peace that comes from &lt;u&gt;knowing that you just can't know it all&lt;/u&gt;. You know, life's funny that way. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Summer romances end for all kinds of reason. But, when all is said and done, they have one thing in common - they are shooting stars, a spectacular moment of light in the heavens, a fleeting glimpse of eternity and in a flash they are gone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I wonder about my life. I lead a small life. Well, not small, but valuable. And sometimes I wonder, do I do it because I like it, or because I haven't been brave? So much of what I see reminds me of something I read in a book, when shouldn't it be the other way around? I don't really want an answer. I just want to send this cosmic question out into the void. So good night, dear void."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Winning that ticket, Rose, was the best thing that ever happened to me... it brought me to you. And I'm thankful for that, Rose. I'm thankful. You must do me this honor, Rose. Promise me you'll survive. That you won't give up, no matter what happens, no matter how hopeless. Promise me now, Rose, and never let go of that promise."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If there's any kind of magic in this world, it must be in the attempt of understanding someone, sharing something. I know, it's almost impossible to succeed, but...who cares, really? The answer must be in the attempt."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dear Annette, I don't know what I could possibly say that would rectify the harm I've caused you. The truth of the matter is that being with you was the only time I have ever been happy. My whole life has been a joke. I prided myself on taking joy in others' misery. Well, it finally backfired. I succeed in hurting the first person I ever loved. Enclosed is my most prized possession. My journal. For a long time I considered it my trophy. A sordid collection of my conquests. If you really want to know the truth than please read it. No more lies. Please give me another chance. I'm a wreck without you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Michael...I've loved you for nine years, I've just been too arrogant and scared to realize it, and... well, now I'm just scared. So, I realize this comes at a very inopportune time but I really have this gigantic favor to ask of you. &lt;strong&gt;Choose me. Marry me. Let me make you happy.&lt;/strong&gt; Oh, that sounds like three favors, doesn't it?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;u&gt;The whole purpose of places like Starbucks is for people with no decision-making ability whatsoever to make six decisions just to buy one cup of coffee. Short, tall, light, dark, caf, decaf, low-fat, non-fat, etc. So people who don't know what the hell they're doing or who on earth they are can, for only $2.95, get not just a cup of coffee but an absolutely defining sense of self: Tall. Decaf. Cappuccino. &lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That's what I hope to give you forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7863913791971128653?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7863913791971128653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7863913791971128653' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7863913791971128653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7863913791971128653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/05/quotable-quotes-from-movies-2.html' title='quotable quotes from the movies 2'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6892549843428967274</id><published>2008-04-19T23:42:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T22:25:31.275+01:00</updated><title type='text'>random rants</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"i'm scared."&lt;/span&gt; i am also worried, nervous, anxious about something i don't really know what or why. i have this heavy feeling in my chest but it's not some sort of sickness or anything. i find it wierd. it's been a while. maybe because i have to go back to school on monday and pressure is on with exams and coursework. or maybe it's what my mom said earlier that to me. or maybe, maybe uhm.. maybe i'll just be able to sleep it off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"my heart is beating.." &lt;/strong&gt;it always has been. it never stopped. yes, my heart has been broken before but that's no longer the issue. i'm happy where i am right now. even though there are occasional bumps, (sorry i'm not sure how to word it. but it's the best i can think of.) i'm really happy. i smile alot and enjoy a big laugh. inspiration comes and goes. and the times i do get a heavy heart, i know i've got a lot to smile for. (my partner is my favorite smile.Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"and the winning number is..."&lt;/span&gt; isn't the raffle boring when you didn't buy any ticket? haha. think about it. buying raffle tickets is very much like buying lottery tickets. what are the chances that your ticket number gets picked? but it really is also exciting to find out whether you won something, anything at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"how's the weather today?" &lt;/span&gt;they say that the british usually talk about the weather. and i agree. i talk about the weather because i hate it. ok, hate is a strong word. but i just really don't like it. it's just so so so unpredictable. even the weatherman can be misleading. it could be raining really hard in the morning and very sunny and hot in the afternoon. the weather in london changes almost like a switch: on for rain and then off for sun. i mean where in the world can you find it snowing on the first day of springtime? (and sunny in winter?? really..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"procrastination is.."&lt;/span&gt; bad. it is bad and very unhealthy. why? well, usually you end up cramming and rushing things, which therefore makes things more stressful. and now i gotta stop. i go back to school on monday. goodbye waking up at noon and sleeping early in the morning. focus on schoolwork and exams are now in shift. good luck to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6892549843428967274?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6892549843428967274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6892549843428967274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;em&gt;[p]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;make a wish and place it in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;anything you want.&lt;br /&gt;everything you want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[l]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;do you have it? good.&lt;br /&gt;now believe it can come true.&lt;br /&gt;you never know when the next miracle is gonna come from&lt;br /&gt;the next smile&lt;br /&gt;the next wish come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[p]&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;but if you believe that its right around the corner&lt;br /&gt;and you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it&lt;br /&gt;to the certainty of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[b]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; you may just get the thing you're wishing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;[n]&lt;strong&gt; the world is full of magic&lt;br /&gt;you just have to believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;so make your wish&lt;br /&gt;do u have it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;[h]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; good.&lt;br /&gt;now believe in it.&lt;br /&gt;with all your heart.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: the title of this entry comes from the latest episode of my beloved one tree hill. yes, episode 13 is now out. yehey for that. and the long quote above comes from it. it was the ending lines to it. i totally love that show. start watching if you don't. and watch how i met your mother as well. i was watching the whole season from the start yesterday and i love it. and yes, it was the tv show where britney spears had a cameo role. lastly, i'm excited for gossip girl as well. i'm also addicted to that show so i say watch it as well. or miss out. haha. you know you love me. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, going back to quote, i'm saying it's pretty simple to know what the message is. i say to also believe in the power of dreams. i then say to believe in the power of prayer as well. trust God because when there's nothing else left, it always works.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4177864350747806479?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4177864350747806479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4177864350747806479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4177864350747806479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4177864350747806479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/04/echoes-silence-patience-and-grace.html' title='Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1976046154919111198</id><published>2008-04-14T00:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:18:01.605+01:00</updated><title type='text'>just because i'm bored</title><content type='html'>just because i'm bored and lack the inspiration to write prose. here's some things i just wrote out of the blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.37&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the sunlight hidden behind the clouds&lt;br /&gt;struggling so hard to show itself&lt;br /&gt;it wants to break free&lt;br /&gt;it wants to shine as bright as it can&lt;br /&gt;then it does&lt;br /&gt;you say there's no other day that's brighter than today&lt;br /&gt;then maybe life can't get better than this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.17&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's time to give back&lt;br /&gt;open your heart to others&lt;br /&gt;it's not just about you&lt;br /&gt;there are people that need more&lt;br /&gt;empty up your pockets&lt;br /&gt;who cares if you end up broke&lt;br /&gt;if it's simply for a good cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.30&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bow&lt;br /&gt;the show's over&lt;br /&gt;the curtain's closing&lt;br /&gt;bow&lt;br /&gt;your time's up&lt;br /&gt;your turn's over&lt;br /&gt;bow&lt;br /&gt;no more second chances&lt;br /&gt;no looking back&lt;br /&gt;just say goodbye now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1976046154919111198?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-5110711608922708984</id><published>2008-04-08T15:46:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T01:18:33.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>surprising twist of fate</title><content type='html'>last time i talked about surprises, it was about being shocked. but it was the good kind of surprise thta makes u smile. i forgot that somehow that there was the good kind and bad kind. well, not really the bad kind but rather, the sad kind of surprise. it's the kind of surprise that gets us to stop and look back. change. inevitable and unstoppable. some for the worse, but mostly hopefully for the better. and when you do get the sad kind of surprise, don't fret. you're never alone. it would definitely be nice to have a shoulder to lean on or a simple hug to be your comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.53&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life&lt;br /&gt;i'm not sure what it is&lt;br /&gt;simple yet complex&lt;br /&gt;whole yet broken&lt;br /&gt;something's missing&lt;br /&gt;something's wrong&lt;br /&gt;i look for answers&lt;br /&gt;i try to find some meaning&lt;br /&gt;i search, i ask, i question&lt;br /&gt;and i pray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-5110711608922708984?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5110711608922708984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=5110711608922708984' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5110711608922708984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5110711608922708984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/04/surprise-twist-of-fate.html' title='surprising twist of fate'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1090593401182295572</id><published>2008-04-05T14:31:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T16:29:50.736+01:00</updated><title type='text'>there's still hope</title><content type='html'>there's still hope that i get to watch rent on broadway. it was said that they were suppose to be closing on june 1 of this year. but now they extended it. and now it's closing on september 7. i want to watch it live. anyone pls buy me a ticket. pls.. there's also hope that i get to watch two of the original cast perform. (and they're both my favorite.) i hope i get to watch adam pascal and anthony rapp in the musical rent when they perform on the tour beginning januray of 2009. waaaa.. pls.... anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still hope that i can get into a course at university that would be really a good degree. (even if it's only a certificate really. hehe) there's still hope that maybe all the trouble and heartache i have to go through for my future would really pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there' still hope that i do get to go home to the Philippines this year. everytime my parents talk about one month in July, it gives hope that they would really let me stay a month. i want to. i need to. fingers crossed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still hope - lots of it actually. there's hope that this year, 2008, is indeed my year. the year that hopefully all my dreams come true. and even if they don't, i know i would have tried. right, besh? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's still hope. and maybe just like love, it's actually all around. and believe that tomorrow's definitely gonna be better than today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1090593401182295572?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1090593401182295572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1090593401182295572' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1090593401182295572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1090593401182295572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/04/theres-still-hope.html' title='there&apos;s still hope'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8076225067010589929</id><published>2008-03-25T20:21:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:41:48.995Z</updated><title type='text'>quotable quotes from the movies 1</title><content type='html'>this comes because lately i have been into a movie marathon. and this is just a few of my favorite movie lines ever. maybe you can tell me which movies these come from. and definitely expect more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am nothing special; just a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten. But in one respect I have succeeded as gloriously as anyone who's ever lived: &lt;strong&gt;I've loved another with all my heart and soul; and to me, this has always been enough&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love is an ugly, terrible business practiced by fools. It'll trample your heart and leave you bleeding on the floor. And what does it really get you in the end? Nothing but a few incredible memories that you can't ever shake. The truth is, there's gonna be other girls out there. I mean, I hope. But &lt;strong&gt;I'm never gonna get another first love. That one is always gonna be her.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mommy! My prince has finally found me!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you'll want me with you here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go too. Christine, that's all I ask of..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Every year I would wish if that I was good enough you would come and find me.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"At times the world can seem an unfriendly and sinister place. But believe us when we say there is much more good in it than bad. All you have to do is look hard enough. And what might seem to be a series of unfortunate events, may in fact, be the first steps of a journey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;If you love someone you say it, you say it right then, out loud. Otherwise the moment just passes you by&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The rumba is the vertical expression of a horizontal wish. You have to hold her, like the skin on her thigh is your reason for living. Let her go, like your heart's being ripped from your chest. Throw her back, like you're going to have your way with her right here on the dance floor. And then finish, like she's ruined you for life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes, it's better for two people to break-up so they can grow. 'Cause it takes grown-ups to make a relationship work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I couldn't escape them. All the little things left unsaid, i was drowning in them. Suddenly, I knew what I had to do. &lt;strong&gt;Love isn't about ridiculous little words. Love is about grand gestures.&lt;/strong&gt; Love is about airplanes pulling banners over stadiums, proposals on jumbo-trons, giant words in sky writing. &lt;em&gt;Love is about going that extra mile even if it hurts, letting it all hang out there.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Love is about finding courage inside of you that you didn't even know was there.&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I would rather have had one breath of her hair, one kiss from her mouth, one touch of her hand, than eternity without it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"…I might be the only one who appreciates how amazing you are in every single thing that you do, and…how you say what you mean, and how you almost always mean something that's all about being straight and good. I think most people miss that about you, and I watch them, wondering how they can watch you bring their food, and clear their tables and never get that they just met the greatest woman alive. And the fact that I get it makes me feel good, about me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle in your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. &lt;em&gt;And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.&lt;/em&gt; And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. &lt;strong&gt;I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It was a million tiny little things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were suppose to be together... and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like coming home... only to no home I'd ever known... I was just taking her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like... magic."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Tell her that you love her. You've got nothing to lose, and you'll always regret it if you don't&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8076225067010589929?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8076225067010589929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8076225067010589929' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8076225067010589929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8076225067010589929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/quotable-quotes-from-movies-1.html' title='quotable quotes from the movies 1'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6983189491615095396</id><published>2008-03-23T23:28:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-04-13T23:24:07.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>story long overdue with a dream slowly fading</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;26.02.08 23:59&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tick tock tick tock. and now it's midnight. and it only means one thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year after year, on this same date, she would always looks back to realize what has happened and what has changed. and obviously, alot has definitely changed. back then, life was simplier. she was still in her hometown. now she is in a foreign land chasing her dreams. other people had to be left behind in order for this change in her life. there were things she had to put aside and sadly, he was one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four years. amazingly it has been four years. who knew four years would pass by so fast? four years of caring for someone else. no ordinary friend but still not as important as a loved one. care is now the emotion that used to be love. yes, it's no longer love. she's sure of that. or atleast for now coz there's only one way to be sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of the reasons she holds on to the memories so tight is because she believes that memories are the only things that don't change when everything does. and at this moment, she realizes how different she is as well, how she has changed, how she has matured, how she has grown up. no longer the little girl who would cry easily because of an overflow of her emotions. maybe it's about time too that she stop thinking about this every year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;27.02.08 08:35&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she woke up with a strange feeling. maybe it's because she had a strange dream. she hasn't had a dream about him for the longest time now. she used to dream about him alot. she could see his face so clearly and his every touch felt so real to her. every rush of emotion was so real that if she actually said 'pinch me', she might wake up. but there's a huge difference, she can't really see his face. she knows it's him but his face has become such a blur. everytime she tries to remember the dream, she finds it hard to see his face. it's no longer the same anymore. she can't feel him. in fact, she doesn't feel anything knowing that he was near in her dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe the feelings are no longer there. with time, distance and space, it actually has disappeared. (or possibly just really weakened.) the feeling of wanting, of longing. the feeling of hurting and bitterness. the feeling of being in love and of love itself. to be honest, she feels like they have become nothing else but strangers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when one lights a candle, what will be left is wax. when one burns paper, all that is left is ashes. but for the fire in her heart brought about by the emotion of love, what's left for her is the genuine feeling of care and concern. she has learned that it's not totally possible to forget someone who has been a significant part of her life. and to her, he'll always be migs. whether or not he has shown that part of him to someone else, she'll probably never know but still would like to thank him for the chance of meeting him. because of that, he'll always be migs to her. and she'll always be his agatha. she still cares and probably always will, eventhough she might choose not to show it. and for what it's worth, she'll always be thinking of him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6983189491615095396?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6983189491615095396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6983189491615095396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6983189491615095396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6983189491615095396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/story-long-overdue-with-dream-slowly.html' title='story long overdue with a dream slowly fading'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1793440399569011564</id><published>2008-03-21T01:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:21:48.890Z</updated><title type='text'>you decide</title><content type='html'>CONFLICT:&lt;br /&gt;the one you love or the one who loves you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMPARISON:&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love will keep you hoping but the one who loves you will offer you everything&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love can give you a moment but the one who loves you can give you eternity&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love can ease your pain yet the one who loves you can take the pain &amp;amp; own it instead, and&lt;br /&gt;* the one you love could break your heart &amp;amp; the one who loves you will do anything to rebuild it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHOICE:&lt;br /&gt;Its up to &lt;strong&gt;you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180367527345688706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R-Rc0cFokII/AAAAAAAAAHM/2W9dkh6Q11g/s200/46202225_a85178352b_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;tell me what you think.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1793440399569011564?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1793440399569011564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1793440399569011564' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1793440399569011564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1793440399569011564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/you-decide.html' title='you decide'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R-Rc0cFokII/AAAAAAAAAHM/2W9dkh6Q11g/s72-c/46202225_a85178352b_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7513609781805418220</id><published>2008-03-17T17:34:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-23T11:20:43.142Z</updated><title type='text'>enjoying life's surprises</title><content type='html'>life can really be full of surprises. who knows what it can give to you? who knows what you find out? and who knows where you'll be? right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surprises are nice. they're suppose to make you happy. and sometimes there's also tears of joys. like surprise birthday parties, surprise guests, surprise gifts, etc. there could also be a surprising twist of events between people's lives. like falling for your best friend's girlfriend or falling for your best friend. there could be surprising connections or something called like six degrees of separation. i really like life's little surprises. they get me shocked and dazed. and also makes me smile and laugh at the thought. that's what happened recently and thus, this entry. who really knows what can happen? you just never know. i guess that's the beauty of life. tomorrow's always a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again, like i said, life can truly be full of surprises. and that's the kind of things that i would always look forward to. that's the kind of things i love. so keep your eyes open and enjoy the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7513609781805418220?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7513609781805418220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-2678018543355267527</id><published>2008-03-14T23:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:11:13.349Z</updated><title type='text'>i miss being six</title><content type='html'>i miss being six. i miss being a kid. i miss being young(-er. i miss being younger.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because when i was six, all that mattered was playing and having fun. ignorance and innocence about life was still there. it was the time you could play house with a boy without having to think the boy will still be there tomorrow to play house again. of course, you could easily find someone else to play house with and obviously there was no emotional attachment. it was the time you could sit alone at home having tea with all our stuff toys and not realize about how lonely you are or not think that you are such a loser playing only with toys. so what, you are still having fun, right? it was the time you could always depend on mommy or daddy to give you what you wanted. nothing was to be earned and all was just to be given to you. life was easy. just like what was said in high school musical, "Do you remember in kindergarten,how you'd meet a kid, and know nothing about them, then 10 seconds later you'd be playing like you were best friends, because you didn't have to be anyone but yourself?" simple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but now, there are more things that matter: school, work, family, friends, relationships, even money. ignorance and innocence are slowly losing their meanings. boys are no longer just playmates. you cry, you hurt, you look for them. emotions now get in the way. friendship is no longer easy to gain as well. there are words such as stereotypes or status quo in which you have to fit in or belong to. i'm at an age where sooner or later, i would be living out on my own. earning money to pay for everything - from living expenses to food. independence steps in and you are now the sole person in control of your life. no longer the simple, easy, carefree life you onced have. the price for growing up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;right now, i'm really busy with college work - all those presentations, projects and even upcoming exams. i try my very best to find time for myself - to relax and have fun. today, i had a wonderful time with my friends. today, i forget everything else. for moments, i would just go crazy and wild. it didn't matter to me if i was making a complete fool of myself but i knew i was in good company that wouldn't be thinking that way. i could dance and sing like a drunk idiot. i could pretend to be singing,with a serving spoon in the kitchen while cleaning up, to a song that i totally love but do not know all the lyrics except the chorus. i could have balloons fights with my friends as if we were at war and can't stop myself from not laughing out so loud. i could sing all this ridiculously cute and funny songs and know all the lyrics. i didn't have anything else on my mind except the fact that i was having so much fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want more days like that. i want a day where i could just escape my everyday life and nothing else would matter but for me to have fun and be happy. i want my happy place. something that actually exist, not something that i close my eyes to see. i want a day where i don't pretend to be all grown up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-2678018543355267527?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2678018543355267527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=2678018543355267527' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2678018543355267527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2678018543355267527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-miss-being-six.html' title='i miss being six'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4257767532405608054</id><published>2008-03-11T19:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:16:07.555Z</updated><title type='text'>the lighter side of politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R9bkSdtYJDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZOqnhxUe_Ak/s1600-h/comic.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176575827572696114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R9bkSdtYJDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZOqnhxUe_Ak/s400/comic.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/79412324/"&gt;Democracy&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://kris-wilson.deviantart.com/"&gt;kris-wilson&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;this entry just comes because of what is happening back home. a people power 2? actually, not 2, it's more like people power 4? i'm not sure, i lost count. however, there's just really alot of confusion happening back home. it's no laughing matter because this could change lives. whatever happens could affect the future of the philippines. i too want to make a difference. i want to make a stand, to fight for change. and we know change doesn't happen overnight. but i stand up for truth. they say the truth will set you free. but they also said the truth hurts. and when you're reach rock bottom, there's no other way but up. anyway, i don't want to write something too serious because obviously you can get that from all the news channels. now, i just wanna to write something positive. i want to remember that there are things far more important in this life than all these dirty politics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;one amazing thing out of this is you can really see how talented and creative filipinos are. from movie posters to tshirts to videos to games. watch below.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BafOq1oXbSI&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BafOq1oXbSI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;by the way, about the comic strip, i found it funny and cute. and there is actually two huge things you can learn from it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4257767532405608054?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4257767532405608054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4257767532405608054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4257767532405608054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4257767532405608054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/lighter-side-of-politics.html' title='the lighter side of politics'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R9bkSdtYJDI/AAAAAAAAAHE/ZOqnhxUe_Ak/s72-c/comic.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3417115431642252155</id><published>2008-03-11T07:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-16T00:43:40.562Z</updated><title type='text'>Who's knowledge did not go to college</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNbsCvgc834&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WNbsCvgc834&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="350" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;What do common Filipinos actually understand of the words and phrases frequently spoken in the anomalous ZTE Broadband deal. Mark Logan of ABS-CBN investigates by asking people to simply read, pronounce and explain the meaning of the words "kickback", "commission", "greed" and "hamburger", phrases like "ZTE scandal", "Broadband deal" and "moderate your greed". The results were absolutely alarming as well as hilarious. It exposes the fact that most Filipinos have a vague idea of the details of our nation's political turmoil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who's knowledge did not go to college" is the catch phrase popularized by Ann Robinson, host of the game show "The Weakest Link".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: i got this all from youtube. i was watching the news one day with my mom and this came on. i found it funny. but on another note, it's sad. to realize how much other people really understand about this. good or bad? i'd have to say, good and bad. but i like the saying, "moderate your greed." so true. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-3417115431642252155?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3417115431642252155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=3417115431642252155' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3417115431642252155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3417115431642252155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/whos-knowledge-did-not-go-to-college.html' title='Who&apos;s knowledge did not go to college'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1398498979456269316</id><published>2008-03-09T00:58:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-03-09T20:40:03.697Z</updated><title type='text'>untitled, unfinished and uninspired</title><content type='html'>one day in the life of mine i got this sudden inspiration (and smile on my face) to write something about how i was sort of feeling and what was on my mind. and here goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love hasn't always gone my way before&lt;br /&gt;everytime i fall, i just get hurt even more&lt;br /&gt;tears were always shed for someone who couldn't stay&lt;br /&gt;so i put my heart aside and left love for some other day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe love isn't just for me&lt;br /&gt;i gave up searching for something i couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;i wanted something no one could give&lt;br /&gt;everytime i was scared, i would just leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a hopeless romantic who believed in fairytales&lt;br /&gt;but now i'm one of those who has given up on true love&lt;br /&gt;no more daydreaming&lt;br /&gt;no more wishing on stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but one day all that changed&lt;br /&gt;for i started believing again&lt;br /&gt;thanks to that unforgettable summer&lt;br /&gt;i wasn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, uhm that's pretty much where my inspiration got lost or got cut. turns out the inspiration i had for this, sort of had a time limit. i just couldn't finish it. until now. but maybe, just maybe if i stare at it long enough, it would finish itself. if not, i'll just resort to taking a long walk and reflect. long walks do me good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1398498979456269316?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1298178434723768087</id><published>2008-03-06T18:15:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-03-06T20:03:50.139Z</updated><title type='text'>back to normal. almost.</title><content type='html'>friends. finally, we're now complete. my friend just came back from vietnam and we missed her. she was gone for a month. and who knew a month flew by that fast. now i think it was only like yesterday, i was talking to her on the phone while she was at the airport, about to board the plane. and now, it was as if she never left at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;results. yes, the dreaded day has arrived. our results for our january exams arrived today. and well, there are the good and the bad. there were shockers and the expected and the uhm, the okay grades. finding out the results was heart-stopping in a way that i didn't want to find out what they were and at the same time, i was so curious. today, i would just let everything sink in and then tomorrow i would something about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;responsibility. i miss having alot of responsibilities to do at school. i miss being busy. and i miss being in charge. i like the feeling and you are able to do something to be proud of or something that is worth all that trouble. i like the satisfaction of a job well done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances. take chances and take risks and making the first step to change. my best friend and i keep telling each other that 2008 is our year, 2008 is the year we make all our dreams come true. and i wanna make it come true. i wanna fulfill this statement. i want to promise that to myself. but i don't want to get disappointed in the end. however for now, slowly and surely, i would take one step at a time. and take chances i have never done before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so looks like almost everything is back to normal. no more procrastinating. no more time wasted. some days i still can't believe it's march already. and slowly, my life is starting to pick up. people around me and things are happening so fast that i feel i might get left behind. so i guess i better start running now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1298178434723768087?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1298178434723768087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1298178434723768087' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1298178434723768087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1298178434723768087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-to-normal-almost.html' title='back to normal. almost.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-5059624584527176884</id><published>2008-03-02T22:39:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:55:49.777Z</updated><title type='text'>to my mom.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mygirlyspace.com/"&gt;&lt;img title="Myspace Layouts" alt="Myspace Layouts" src="http://images.mygirlyspace.com/myspacegraphics/images/graphics/prod_985_37296.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="200" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/pl/sGVg6msX4w/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/pl/sGVg6msX4w/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="200" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;ok, so today is Mother's Day. i looked up its definition on the web and according to wikipedia, "Mother's Day is a day honouring mothers, celebrated on various days in many places around the world. Mothers often receive gifts on this day." for those who don't know, in the UK and Ireland, others' Day is also called Mothering Sunday and is usually held on the fourth week of lent which is exactly three weeks before Easter Sunday. in others countries, such like back home in the Phils., it is on the third sunday of may. others would say this is just another hallmark holiday but i don't see any harm or anything wrong in giving your mom a warm tight hug for Mother's Dday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, my mom and i are on okay terms. we aren't exactly close friends but we're good. although there are times when i just don't get her or understand. and vice versa. i can blame it on age gap. or blame it on responsibility. or blame it on who my mom is and what she can do. or simply blame it on difference of generations. despite all that, we try to make it work. with a little bit of patience and understanding. it's pretty much just like any other relationship that needs working on and making a little piece of effort. and besides, i think my mom is my strength and corny as this may sound, she is like the wind beneath my wings. i would always like to make her proud of me. besides, at the end of the day, she is still my mother. and i will forever be thankful for all that she has done for me and my sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKzgrpw13Kw"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wKzgrpw13Kw" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song for Mama - Boyz2Men&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqmQyQrXVZM"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/uqmQyQrXVZM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama - SpiceGirls&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;just a small piece of advice to people, when it comes to Mother's Day, cards and gifts become insignificant, once you decide to give your moms a big tight embrace and tell her "i love you and thank you." it doesn't matter how old you are or if you think it's corny. those moments are priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to my mom, happy mother's day. thank you. i love you. now and always.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-5059624584527176884?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5059624584527176884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=5059624584527176884' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5059624584527176884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5059624584527176884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/03/to-my-mom.html' title='to my mom.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-928999349977043024</id><published>2008-02-29T20:12:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-03-02T01:59:35.032Z</updated><title type='text'>do you wish for more time?</title><content type='html'>what if you had more time, what would you do? what if you had an extra day, where you be and who are you with?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time flies by real fast. sooner or later, it would already be 2009. we usually need or ask for more time in our busy lives. sometimes though, others would even want time to stand still or actually stop for a moment because they just want to live in that moment forever. believe me, there are those times you wished time just stood still so certain things lasted longer or even forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;obviously i'm writing this because it's february 29, the extra day in a leap year, which happens every 4 years. today is an extra day to either do something different (or nothing special really. all depends on you) and today was a good day for me. my friend sonia wanted to eat at pizza hut so we made an excuse to eat lunch out. and that was to celebrate february 29, just because it is and that we might not be able spend the next leap year day together. other than that, everything went well. and there was definitely lots of laughs and pictures and more food. a good day, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to my question. having this extra day of the year, what would i do? i could hang out with a friend i haven't seen or talked to in a while, chill and talk in starbucks or walk around london. i could have a spa day - a day where i go to the spa and relax my nerves from the busy schedule. i could just sleep, sleep the whole day because i lack/want/need sleep. i also could go about it like i do on any given day. anything is possible really. but one thing i'd most prefer is to be with friends or family and sharing a good laugh or a nice moment. i simply want more laughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want everyday to be like this day, ending with a smile on my face.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-928999349977043024?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/928999349977043024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=928999349977043024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/928999349977043024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/928999349977043024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-you-wish-for-more-time.html' title='do you wish for more time?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7073153010623653038</id><published>2008-02-24T22:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-02-26T00:29:51.639Z</updated><title type='text'>Speech of a Lifetime: What would you say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Randy Pausch Lecture: Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams" onclick="_hbLink('RandyPauschLectureReallyAchievingYourChildhoodDreams','VidVert');" href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ji5_MqicxSo"&gt;Randy Pausch Lecture: Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="375"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ji5_MqicxSo&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="375" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Carnegie Mellon Professor Randy Pausch, who is dying from pancreatic cancer, gave his last lecture at the university Sept. 18, 2007, before a packed McConomy Auditorium. In his moving talk, "Really Achieving Your Childhood Dreams," Pausch talked about his lessons learned and gave advice to students on how to achieve their own career and personal goals. For more, visit www.cmu.edu/randyslecture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Journeys" are special University Lectures in which Carnegie Mellon faculty members share their reflections on their journeys -- the everyday actions, decisions, challenges and joys that make a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a title="Lecture of a Lifetime" onclick="_hbLink('LectureofaLifetime','VidVert');" href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=_8kUTUIveyA"&gt;Lecture of a Lifetime&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8kUTUIveyA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_8kUTUIveyA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;ok, so as you realize, this lecture was from last year and i only stumbled accross this yesterday. it was posted in one of the groups i was in in multiply. and i was touched by what i saw and heard. he was a good speaker and got me hooked. he actually got me thinking what my childhood dreams were. and for sure, i did loads of them. from becoming a teacher to a lawyer to a diplomat to a vj, and well you can say, the list goes on.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;i now i'm still quite young to think about the lecture of my lifetime or whatever words of wisdom to be the topic of my last speech. i 'm not sure of what i have accomplished or what i can really be proud of. i guess there are many things to be proud of my childhood and teenage years. soon enough, i would no longer be a teen and be responsible for more things about my own life. i know that i have to make my dreams come true, and they will. but i just can help but still feel scared of what can happen. i'm scared i may not be able to handle everything. all i want to do right now is be careful of each step i make so that i can look back with no regrets. fingers crossed for now.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7073153010623653038?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7073153010623653038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7073153010623653038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7073153010623653038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7073153010623653038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/speech-of-lifetime-what-would-you-say.html' title='Speech of a Lifetime: What would you say?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3398761883346768089</id><published>2008-02-22T01:44:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-02-24T00:36:57.468Z</updated><title type='text'>if you just listen carefully..</title><content type='html'>have you ever listened to a song and felt that the song was about you? that the song was telling exactly how you feel? that the song was exactly what you had in mind, in your thoughts? have you ever listened to a song and it touched a certain emotion in you that caused there to be some tears? imagine yourself quietly listening to songs on your ipod. and then playing is this song, and all of sudden you find yourself crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sure you now have a certain song in mind. i mean who hasn't, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but have you ever listened to a song, which you have absolutely no idea what the song is about because you don't understand the lyrics, and you just smiled or shed a tear? you're listening to this unfamiliar song in another language and you just start crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me crazy but that's what i'm feeling right now. i'm listening to this song in korean and it's so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes. so then i searched for any english translation, and eventhough some of the lines weren't in correct grammer, it just made perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/bkXuxJonsw/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/bkXuxJonsw/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;(if you're asking me how i ended up listening to a song in korean and kinda falling in love with it, this is how. &lt;a href="http://www.network54.com/Forum/600084/"&gt;Coffee Prince&lt;/a&gt; also known as &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_1st_Shop_of_Coffee_Prince"&gt;The 1st Shop of Coffee Prince&lt;/a&gt;. it's such a funny, cute and sweet koreanovela, which is being shown on pinoy tv back home and i just love it. i kinda got addicted. and yeah, that's pretty much the gist of it. now moving on. btw, click &lt;a href="http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=KJBhpj2W0R4"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for the english translation.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so maybe i felt that way, the first time i heard it yesterday, because i have been quite moody lately and feeling all sort of sentimental feelings and emotions i haven't felt for a while. but i tried listening again today, and it was just still a beautiful song. it actually made me feel good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what made it sound so good? was it the melody? was it the lyrics? was it the message of the song? maybe the singer or the band? i don't know. i don't know even if it was because of the show or because i was feeling emotional. maybe it's a bit of everything. tell me what you think. so sit back, close your eyes and just listen carefully.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-3398761883346768089?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3398761883346768089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=3398761883346768089' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3398761883346768089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/3398761883346768089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/have-you-ever-listened-to-song-and-felt.html' title='if you just listen carefully..'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8809572231591487837</id><published>2008-02-20T21:18:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:45:35.709Z</updated><title type='text'>i miss manila</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7yZYFpytXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rLkEXL5hY6o/s1600-h/manila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169175111427863922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7yZYFpytXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rLkEXL5hY6o/s200/manila.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; i miss manila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;i miss the lights. i miss the food. i miss the sounds. i miss the jeepneys and the tricycles. i miss the warm weather. i miss the people. i miss everything. i didn't exactly grow up in the heart of the city. but i miss it. when you are abroad, like i am, you'll feel the way i feel. you'll feel proud of being Pinoy and will miss it always. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;this entry is not gonna be long so let me just sum up everything in a song by Amber Davis entitled Manila. hope you like it as much as i do. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/dOFM6Y5VFl/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/dOFM6Y5VFl/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;INTRO&lt;br /&gt;(Take me back to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the place I love, uhuh uhuh huh&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Take me back to the place I love, uhuh uhuh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember when were kids&lt;br /&gt;Having barbeques in the bukid&lt;br /&gt;When the brownouts came, we were never alone&lt;br /&gt;We just played in the streets till the lights came on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Six o'clock in the mornin'&lt;br /&gt;Bakery just opened&lt;br /&gt;We can smell the bread, it was cooking from a mile away&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing like a fresh piece to start your day in&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;Manila (Manila, Manila)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila&lt;br /&gt;(The only place that I call home, home)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to...&lt;br /&gt;Manila (Manila, Manila)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila&lt;br /&gt;The only place that I call home, home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Signal to the jeepney&lt;/strong&gt; (pick me up)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Take me to the place where (I grew up)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the kids in the park where we played all day&lt;br /&gt;Some had a shed for a home but it was all okay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in Manila, we're all the same&lt;br /&gt;Everybody's waiting for things to change&lt;br /&gt;In the barrio, that's how it is&lt;br /&gt;We didn't care much 'cause we were kids, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;(Manila, Manila)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila&lt;br /&gt;(The only place that I call home, home)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to...&lt;br /&gt;Manila (Manila, Manila)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila&lt;br /&gt;(The only place that I call home, home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RAP&lt;br /&gt;I've been gone for a minute but I'm on the next flight&lt;br /&gt;And the plane man says we can make it by night&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to touch down in my old hometown&lt;br /&gt;Had a girl, we used to kick it but I doubt she's still around, yoh&lt;br /&gt;It's all good 'cause I'm back in the jungle&lt;br /&gt;Where the girls in bikinis all come in a bundle&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;pain and poverty is everywhere&lt;br /&gt;But when the smoke all clears, it's only love in the air&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've been gone too long&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone too long&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' home (comin' back to the place I love)&lt;br /&gt;Gone too long&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' home (comin' back to the place I love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo yo yo yo&lt;br /&gt;I say, babalik ako sa Manila, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Babalik ako sa Manila, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Babalik ako sa Manila, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Babalik ako, babalik ako, babalik&lt;br /&gt;Babalik ako sa Manila, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Babalik ako sa Manila, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Babalik ako sa Manila, Manila&lt;br /&gt;Babalik ako, babalik ako, babalik&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' home (Manila, Manila, Manila, Manila)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila (comin' back to the place I love)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila (Manila, Manila, Manila, Manila)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin' back to Manila (comin' back to the place I love)&lt;br /&gt;(Manila, Manila, Manila, Manila, Manila)&lt;br /&gt;(Comin' back to the place I love)&lt;br /&gt;Comin' back to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Comin' back to the place I love&lt;br /&gt;Comin' back to the place I love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8809572231591487837?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8809572231591487837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8809572231591487837' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8809572231591487837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8809572231591487837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-miss-manila.html' title='i miss manila'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7yZYFpytXI/AAAAAAAAAGw/rLkEXL5hY6o/s72-c/manila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-306515826587186012</id><published>2008-02-20T19:22:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:45:52.953Z</updated><title type='text'>Announcement: Blogger now in Filipino</title><content type='html'>i just found out that Blogger has &lt;a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/2008/02/blogger-now-in-filipino.html"&gt;announced&lt;/a&gt; that it now comes in Filipino. this is a nice development. they say it's 'bout time that the Filipino community's blogging power is now recognised as well. Philippines will soon be not just the world's SMS capital, but also the blogging capital. and considering that Friendster still hasn't put its site in Filipino, this is great news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;click on the photo in the link and you'll find Blogger's sign-up page in Tagalog. haha. i find it so cute when i see all links and words in tagalog. amazing. hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now, will there be more Pinoys blogging because of this? we'll just have to wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://buzz.blogger.com/2008/02/blogger-now-in-filipino.html#links"&gt;http://buzz.blogger.com/2008/02/blogger-now-in-filipino.html#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-306515826587186012?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/306515826587186012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=306515826587186012' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/306515826587186012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/306515826587186012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/small-announcement-blogger-now-in.html' title='Announcement: Blogger now in Filipino'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4910365679795368027</id><published>2008-02-19T21:12:00.015Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:30:55.358Z</updated><title type='text'>a grand debutante's ball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7t9olpytVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GRBnsIXIly8/s1600-h/gown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168863133593417042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7t9olpytVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GRBnsIXIly8/s200/gown.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;isn't it usually a big thing when a girl turns 18? we dream of a grand debutante ball with the most beautiful gown that just seems to be just your size and be waking down a red carpet ( others an aisle or staircase) to be accompanied by your escort and you're just the most beautiful girl in the whole room. i guess you get it now, i'm talking about all that glamour and splendor, the whole shebang. of course, you wish to be surrounded by friends and family and all those people who have become a significant part of your life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;one highlight of that night is the 18 somethings. 18 roses, candles, treasures, balloons, shots, etc., which we allocate to significant people in our life. the significant people who have touched our lives, who have influenced us and who have been there throughout our journey for the past 18 years. then there would be tears, hugs, laughter and more tears of joy. this night is all about you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168812856706249954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tP6FpytOI/AAAAAAAAAFo/3724V4WrtRk/s200/2007_0114fromcamera0080.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;most girls dream of that big night, our would-be perfect night that we are to remember forever. like what they say, it's not everyday that a girl turns 18. however, not all girls have plans of celebrating it the way i just described it, but for those who do, wouldn't it have it any other way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168862373384205634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7t88VpytUI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-E_2bmyNQPU/s320/WI1W0319.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;i guess you realize by now, i'm guilty of one thing. i'm guilty of the fact that i am one of those girls who dream of their once-in-a-lifetime perfect night. i dreamed of walking down a red carpet on a staircase. and going down, i can see my escort waiting at the end of the stairs with a huge bouquet, alongside with my parents. i can also see all my friends and family there watching on. all night, i would be surrounded by friends and loved ones. there would alot of tears of joy, laughter, smiles, hugs, gifts, pictures, dancing, surprises and memories to cherish. however this dream didn't quite come true for me. moving to london just when i was about to turn 18 didn't help at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other night, i attended a party of a girl turning 13 years old and did she have a grand birthday celebration. almost like those grand debutant birthdays, complete with her roses and candles. except that she didn't dance with any of her roses nor did any of her candles said a message. her reason for that was because she wants her first dance to be with a special someone. (in other words: boyfriend. she wants her first slow dance to be with her boyfriend.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168865560249939298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7t_11pytWI/AAAAAAAAAGo/H8FRt5KJkxY/s200/2007_0114fromcamera0082.JPG" border="0" /&gt;i remember my first slowdance. it was with someone who meant alot to me that time and i guess will always be special. (of course, he doesn't know that and i'm definitely not gonna tell him that.) but unlike that girl, i want my last dance to be the most special. so i hope he comes soon and asks me to dance. because the song is about to end. (but i know that my last dance wouldn't stop eventhough the music has stopped playing.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tdhVpytQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f215VDOxClo/s1600-h/image0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168827824667276546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tdhVpytQI/AAAAAAAAAF4/f215VDOxClo/s200/image0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4910365679795368027?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4910365679795368027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4910365679795368027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4910365679795368027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4910365679795368027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/grand-debutantes-ball.html' title='a grand debutante&apos;s ball'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7t9olpytVI/AAAAAAAAAGg/GRBnsIXIly8/s72-c/gown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1496784441218126631</id><published>2008-02-17T19:44:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:28:11.522Z</updated><title type='text'>dancing the night away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tqvFpytSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3FPIktEA-uE/s1600-h/CIMG0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168842354541638946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tqvFpytSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3FPIktEA-uE/s200/CIMG0300.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;have you ever gone to a party where there was dancing, and you just sat at your table and watched people dancing? sometimes it's actually funny. sometimes it's depressing and sad. (but only when slow music is playing.) sometimes it makes you feel good. (especially when you're going crazy on the dance floor.) but it's actually surprising what kind of things you realize by simply watching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;line dancing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a funny dance to see at a party dance floor. and mostly women dance it. so i looked it up. definition of line dance: 'A dance in which individuals line up without partners and follow a choreographed pattern of steps to country music.' ok so i guess that's simple enough then. i like to think that this dance was created for those people with two left feet. and that they may be able to join in the fun on the dance floor. hey, that's just what i think anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ballroom dancing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally, it's very nice to see this. it looks so graceful. just like in the movies such as shall we dance and take the lead. it takes some practice to get it all right. with the right partner and the right amount of dedication, it's gonna turn out beautiful and simply amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow dancing:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"here's to valentine's day", that's what the dj said when he started playing sweet slow music. and like third-fourths of the people on the dance floor went back to their seats. there was just like five couples on the dance floor. while i was watching, there was a certain feeling that came to me. memories as well came to me with the songs playing. i blame the bad choice of songs. hahaha. kidding aside, i felt the longing for someone to dance with. someone to hold me close and whisper sweet nothings in my ear. someone to be holding me close and feel his heartbeat beating with mine. someone in whose arms i can feel warmth, comfort, and i get to forget everything around me as if time has stood still for the both of us. i'm not pertaining to my past anymore. i think i have passed that stage by now. i'm now just longing for that feeling again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whoa, single awareness didn't hit me until today, but boy for a moment there, did it hit me hard. on the other side, it gives me hope. to have that final last dance i've been waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, i love the dance floor. not many people know this, but somehow i am a frustrated dancer. and it's fun to dance. you are also able to let out certain emotions through your dance. just like blogging, dance is an outlet for emotions. i like the satisfaction i get from dancing. it's nice to get your heart beating fast, makes you feel alive. so once you hear the music, don't hold back. who cares if you're looking like a fool? just dance your heart out. and for that moment, nothing else matters. you know what they say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tqFVpytRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rXcy8n9z5A8/s1600-h/a643508100_153827_4307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168841637282100498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tqFVpytRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/rXcy8n9z5A8/s200/a643508100_153827_4307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Work like you don't need money,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love like you've never been hurt,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And dance like no one's watching."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/big&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1496784441218126631?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1496784441218126631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1496784441218126631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1496784441218126631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1496784441218126631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/dancing-night-away.html' title='dancing the night away'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7tqvFpytSI/AAAAAAAAAGI/3FPIktEA-uE/s72-c/CIMG0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-2890408107575154408</id><published>2008-02-16T01:12:00.012Z</published><updated>2008-02-20T01:33:20.208Z</updated><title type='text'>The Do's and Don'ts of Romantic Comedies</title><content type='html'>Real lessons in love you learn from the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, so i got this online. and i just had to share this. being the hopeless romantic i am, i just love romantic comedies and can't get enough of them. who knows, maybe you too can learn a thing or two from this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800206599/info"&gt;Four Weddings and a Funeral&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Don't be afraid to mingle at weddings.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, weddings are suppose to be fun. not another day to remind you that you are single. it's suppose to give you hope that it would be your turn someday. hey, maybe you could catch a bouquet or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800114635/info"&gt;Say Anything&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Do make a grand romantic gesture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's not enough just saying 'i love you' to people. sometimes actions speak louder than words. sometimes they could even mean more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800134855/info"&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Don't rule out an old friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1804536438/info"&gt;Bridget Jones' Diary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Don't date your boss (even if he's cute).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's just gets too complicated. don't mix business with pleasure. well that's what they say anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809751355/info"&gt;Hairspray&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Do go after what you really want.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808589443/info"&gt;Hitch&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Don't try and outsmart the game.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay, it's been said that love is a game. and in every game, there are rules. you can memorize all the rules and think you're all ready to outsmart the game, only to find out that there is an exception to every rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1807879445/info"&gt;My Big Fat Greek Wedding&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Do try to get along with their family.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for me, this is a BIG MUST. really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1808640995/info"&gt;The 40-Year-Old Virgin&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Don't listen to your moronic friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the best person to know what to do. in the end, it would be your own initiative and your own decision. but sometimes a different perspective wouldn't hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800026237/info"&gt;The Wedding Singer&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Do look beyond the mullet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1800020044/info"&gt;You've Got Mail&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Lesson: Don't spend so much time on the internet.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. okay, so certain love stories start from online chatting and certain friendly networks. but sometimes it's so much more fun to go out and mingle. the internet can be so deceiving and so fake. just be careful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;source: &lt;a href="http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/dosanddontsofromanticcomedies.html"&gt;http://movies.yahoo.com/feature/dosanddontsofromanticcomedies.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-2890408107575154408?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2890408107575154408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=2890408107575154408' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2890408107575154408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2890408107575154408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/dos-and-donts-of-romantic-comedies.html' title='The Do&apos;s and Don&apos;ts of Romantic Comedies'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1120606105988296945</id><published>2008-02-14T21:11:00.009Z</published><updated>2008-02-14T23:52:32.737Z</updated><title type='text'>quotes unlimited</title><content type='html'>just because it's february 14 and obviously, valentine's day. where love, love is all around. (or possibly lack thereof.) let me share some quotes to all of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's always a risk to like someone. it involves time, patience and understanding to get someone's heart to open up.&lt;br /&gt;at times, it will work. other times, it won't. but that's why you call it a risk - you invest in something and there's a possibility you won't win.&lt;br /&gt;however, you will get something in return: &lt;strong&gt;strength of heart and mind,&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;the assurance that you won't have any regrets from not trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at one time in your life, the one that you have loved the most will unexpectedly turn out to be the greatest stranger you have ever met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you're hurt, it's okay to flirt. to date. to hate. to mingle with other people. to drink. to cry to laugh out loud. to scream. and to dance wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;'coz when you're hurt, you don't owe anyboday any explanation on how you choose to repair what that person broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;live your life as you wish..until you're whole again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be with someone who knows what they have when they have you. love someone whose heart have been broken, so he/she knews exactly how it feels, and wont breaks yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the end, only 3 things matter:&lt;br /&gt;how much you loved&lt;br /&gt;how gentle you lived,&lt;br /&gt;and how gracefully you let go of things not meant for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you grow older, it gets harder just to believe. It's not that you don't want to, but too much has happened.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1120606105988296945?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1120606105988296945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1120606105988296945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1120606105988296945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1120606105988296945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/quotes-unlimited.html' title='quotes unlimited'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6436488126355355591</id><published>2008-02-10T23:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-11T23:53:02.561Z</updated><title type='text'>single awareness day</title><content type='html'>february. yep, it's the love month. the happy hearts month. and the most awaited february 14 is coming up. for lovers and couples, it's called valentine's day. but for those singles like me, it's what i like to call single awareness day (aka S.A.D.). it's called single awareness day because on that day, you become so aware that you are single due to the surroundings and that everywhere you go, you see sweet couples and dates and hearts and kisses and gifts and chocolates and flowers and all that romantic stuff. and sometimes you just get sick of too much mushiness around you. (of course, you're secretly jealous and wish you received one.) you already know you're single, and they seem to just be shoving it in your face. (argh!! haha.) &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7Dc6lpytII/AAAAAAAAAE4/9wEbYvwbJec/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7DdjVpytKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/W_fpImpZ8P8/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165872371771552930" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7DdjVpytKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/W_fpImpZ8P8/s200/7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7DdO1pytJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M77Ry-9n4qg/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165872019584234642" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7DdO1pytJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M77Ry-9n4qg/s200/4.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7DdO1pytJI/AAAAAAAAAFA/M77Ry-9n4qg/s1600-h/4.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;just added information, another definition for single awareness day, which i got from a friend's blog. single awareness day: &lt;em&gt;"a season when people of all gender who are currently single will start to mourn on that cursed day when they see hearts all around..."&lt;/em&gt; i would also quote another friend on this and it goes like this, &lt;em&gt;"Like we need another day of the year to remind us to feel like shit because we're single! Lol" &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but you know what, to be honest, it's not really that bad. and i'm actually happy and excited. it's been a while since i felt happy about this day. let me look back at the past few years that i actually celebrated feb14. hmm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2002&lt;/strong&gt; - just got one red rose. from whom? i will not say. why? i don't really know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2004&lt;/strong&gt; - my first ever bongga-cious valentine's day. complete with a chocolate bouquet, a chocolate heart, teddy bear, card, a sort-of date, pictures (i think i lost them already.) and a necklace (the pendant has a different girl's name on it. hmm..imagine that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2005&lt;/strong&gt; - nothing happened really. eventhough i kinda had someone special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006&lt;/strong&gt; - first time i was single again. it was kinda sad. but i just celebrated it with my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2007&lt;/strong&gt; - this was another sad day. i had someone special. but i was a million miles away. you see i was in a long-distance relationship. so that just doesn't work too good. (most of the time anyway)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008&lt;/strong&gt; - well, can a single awareness day turn into a happy valentine's day? we'll just have to wait and see. plus we'll find out soon anyway. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165874334571607234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7DfVlpytMI/AAAAAAAAAFY/mXIhduHFwgI/s200/5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you see, my friends have been blogging about this day so i decided what the heck?, i'll do one too. and here it is. so my message to all those celebrating valentine's day, stay happy in love. enjoy the special day made for all lovers in the world. for those unfortunate like me, who will spending S.A.D., don't fret. you are not alone. it doesn't neccessarily have to be a sad or depressing day. you can turn it all around and still enjoy that day. try spending it with all your single friends. you could also drink up or do something crazy. my friends and i were thinking of wearing black on that day. and when they ask why, we would say we're in mourning. hahahaha. (ok, so that's suppose to be a joke. please, i hope no one thinks we're trying to be more depressed or something.) but whatever you decide to do, please enjoy yourself and smile. always remember what they say, true love waits. (or true love is delayed. haha.Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy feb14 everyone.Ü &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/rHTIyONd4E/aus=false/"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/rHTIyONd4E/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="80" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6436488126355355591?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6436488126355355591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6436488126355355591' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6436488126355355591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6436488126355355591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/single-awareness-day.html' title='single awareness day'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R7DdjVpytKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/W_fpImpZ8P8/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1676761008566301558</id><published>2008-02-08T21:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-10T00:20:54.812Z</updated><title type='text'>i fall again</title><content type='html'>you think it was gonna be your typical friday - boring, in front of the computer, just at home. and you find out you're completely, absolutely, terribly wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, i fell down again. this time, harder than ever. nothing in life is ever easy to get. people may think that all that i want is within my reach. but they're wrong. it's not easy. expectations are higher. goals are higher. more pressure is added. just because people know that i can go far and i will, doesn't mean that getting far is easy. today i got another slap from reality. my heart sank when i heard the bad news. my breathing was getting uneasy and i called up one of my best friends. and when she answered, i just broke down. i couldn't control my emotions and my tears. i haven't felt that way and cried that hard since my last breakup. i haven't been this affected since last year. i almost forgot how it felt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have calmed down now. i think i have let it all out. one time, big time. got big hugs from my sister. i know my tears wouldn't change anything. but now i can think clearer. i can see clearly what i need to do to turn things around and make them go my way. for tonight, let me just get a much needed sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the thing that i find funny about all this is what my horoscope said today. it goes like this: &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"It's not important that it's friday or that it's february or that it's 2008. Think about your future and plan ahead. Anything that happens today will have no significance and will be irrelevant." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hmm.. should i take this as coincidence or does this have another meaning? should i just forget what happened today and shrug it off? should i not care about it coz it doesn't matter? thinking about it, it's funny how most answers from the love book and even my horoscopes actually make sense and have meaning. and they actually relate to my personal life. i take that as my guidance from above. because only He knows best. and it's true. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just end this with a quote dedicated to myself for a more optimistic view filled with more hope for a brighter tomorrow. &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;"Trusting God is a strange thing. We have a hard time bringing ourselves to do it, and yet when there's nothing else left, it always works."&lt;/span&gt; i trust Him. always have, always will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1676761008566301558?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1676761008566301558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1676761008566301558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1676761008566301558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1676761008566301558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-fall-again.html' title='i fall again'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4260410830812651826</id><published>2008-01-31T20:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-09T00:20:20.980Z</updated><title type='text'>rent remixed: in review</title><content type='html'>ok, so a little warning. this is going to be a long entry. really long. i'm no critic, but i'm a rent-a-holic, which means i love rent. i particularly fell in love with the original version of rent. mostly because of the movie version of it. and when it came to london last year, i knew i just had to watch it. and i did. i have. yesterday. it's really sad that's it's closing on saturday. anyways, if you're gonna ask me how was it, there are two ways i can answer that question. first way is "i'm gonna say, it was good. eventhough there were some parts that, in my opinion, they 'murdered' some songs. but it was not bad at all". then there's the other way. i could critise (or praise) each part of the show and really talk about everything in detail. so if you want to know more, sit back and make sure you're really comfortable and then read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161753128678001362" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 201px; height: 149px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R6I7H1UdCtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B99YSut296Y/s200/10.jpg" border="0" height="162" width="182" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duke of York's Theatre - Wed 30 Jan 08 - 07:45pm&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CAST:&lt;/strong&gt; (in order of speaking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark - Oliver Thornton&lt;br /&gt;Roger - Luke Evans&lt;br /&gt;Collins - Leon Lopez&lt;br /&gt;Benny - Craig Stein&lt;br /&gt;Joanne - Francesca Jackson&lt;br /&gt;Angel - Jay Webb&lt;br /&gt;Mimi - Ruth Augilera (suppose to be Siobhan Donaghy)&lt;br /&gt;Maureen - Jessie Wallace&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center&gt;Musical Numbers:&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Act1&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prologue&lt;br /&gt;Tune Up&lt;br /&gt;Rent&lt;br /&gt;One Song Glory&lt;br /&gt;Light My Candle&lt;br /&gt;Today 4 U&lt;br /&gt;You'll See&lt;br /&gt;Life Support&lt;br /&gt;Out Tonight&lt;br /&gt;Another Day&lt;br /&gt;Will I?&lt;br /&gt;Santa Fe&lt;br /&gt;I'll Cover You&lt;br /&gt;We're Okay&lt;br /&gt;Tango Maureen&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Bells&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Act2&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Over the Moon&lt;br /&gt;La Vie Boheme&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year&lt;br /&gt;Take Me Or Leave Me&lt;br /&gt;Without You&lt;br /&gt;Contact&lt;br /&gt;I'll Cover You Reprise&lt;br /&gt;What You Own&lt;br /&gt;You Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Finale (No Day But Today)&lt;br /&gt;Seasons of Love&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;tick-tock-tick-tock. 525600 minutes. what i like about the begininng was that there was this electronic banner counting down seconds. it was so nice. plus i always wanted something like that in my room. haha. what struck me next was their british accents. it was so wierd and kinda cute and sounded quite different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter mark cohen. i also pictured him to be have quite a geeky personality with his camera always in hand. so to see a macho-type mark kinda surprised me. it was kinda funny to me. but he had a good voice. quite operatic though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways, i reserved my tickets through london theatre which offers discounted tickets. they told me they would be giving the best seats, (yeah right.) but i have to disagree with them. it was nice but i just couldn't the upper level of their stage. i always had to slouch down or lean right or left to get a glimpse. argh. there was also the lights that blocked my view of that upper part. so that's what you get when they say 'the best seats'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have never seen a broadway production of rent (well except for youtube videos of course.) so i didn't have any expectations on how the stage would look like. so the dancers and drama effect on the side was really good. at the same time, they were slowly changing the set. efficient, nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter angel dumott schunard and tom collins. oooh, i was so disappointed for angel. i don't know. i guess angel just wasn't too girly. i want to see angel with high heels and short skirts. then collins, hmm.. he seemed quite gay in some scenes. and then seeing them together, hmm..they look cute together. (but i still love jesse l. martin and wilson jermaine heredia.Ü)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok, before i continue, i just realized that i talk more about their look than their singing. but you see, their singing was good. so there isn't much to talk about there. try and understand that i feel even the look of the each character contributes to the production. hmm..what do you think? now moving on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter roger davis. ooh, i just love the character of roger! even if he had aids. plus i love adam pascal from the original broadway and movie version. now i also love luke evans. not to forget that one song glory is one of my favorites. even though that they remixed the song into more of a ballad, love song. but wasn't bad at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today 4u, tomorrow 4 me. this was shocking, really. it started out okay, however again, he was almost half naked throughout the whole dance. but he was a good dancer, nice moves. i just never imagined angel dumott schunard to be half naked dancing and singing and showing off his muscular build. just imagined him more feminine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enter benjamin coffin iii also known as benny. the former roomie turned landlord yuppie. when he (craig stein) was singing 'you'll see', he had this rnb or soul kind of singing. yes, he seemed like one of those rnb artists, such as ne-yo, mario or chris brown. plus he had the look of someone professional, suit and tie. he just looked so like a yuppie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life support. this was a really wierd and quite awkward for mark cohen. plus this was the part he seemed gay. oliver thornton doesn't really look like the mark cohen i imagine (which is more like anthony rapp. i love him.Ü). here's a short clip. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/smpH4YfjQnk&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/smpH4YfjQnk&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;enter the feline fantasy, miss mimi marquez - at the catscratch club nightly. this was what was written on the electronic banner. cool. but she started from the upper level and like i said, i couldn't quite seat from my 'best' seat. she was sing out tonight and it was different from the original one, but in a good way. it was a jazzy remix to the original and her performance was chicago-ish. in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;time to dance. tango maureen. the part where 'pookie' became 'pukie'. well mainly because of the accent. but the shocking moment is when mark cohen was just in a sando. and he was so touchy touchy. ok ok, i get it. this is to be the sexiest cast there is. fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;christmas. it's so cute that the blue christmas trees were falling from the sky like snow. haha. and that's the end of act1. only then does maureen johnson appear. at the very last line. alas act2 begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mooooooooo. of course, it begins with over the moon. it is really such a great performance. and again, maureen was looking sexy. it's quite funny she was wearing the same throughout the whole thing. (ok so it reminds of idina menzel. i love her.Ü) and then straight to one of my favorites. la vie boheme! for this song, i so like the first one better. mark began with an operatic tone. but i must agree that oliver thornton can sing. and a dancing remix to the song, hmm..sorry but i'm not feeling it. hee hee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok so probably now you're thinking that i compare this with the original broadway production in new york and the movie version with all the original cast members a little too much. and i say how i love everyone there (especially adam pascal and anthony rapp.Ü). putting that all aside, i would say that rent remixed is really good. if i haven't watched the movie version or didn't have a clue what rent sounds like, then i would definitely recommend to you to go watch. (without any bias of course) sadly though, rent remixed in london is closing on february2. and the original broadway version in new york is closing too on june 1. oh i'm so sad to see them both close. i love rent. and i guess i always will. no day but today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;** SORRY, THIS IS JUST MOST PART OF THIS ENTRY. IT IS SUPER CLOSE TO COMPLETE. I'LL UPDATE THIS TOMORROW. COME BACK LATER. SEE YA. **&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4260410830812651826?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4260410830812651826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4260410830812651826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4260410830812651826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4260410830812651826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/rent-remixed-in-review.html' title='rent remixed: in review'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R6I7H1UdCtI/AAAAAAAAAEI/B99YSut296Y/s72-c/10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-732046022435107119</id><published>2008-01-29T00:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:07:22.759Z</updated><title type='text'>the dream of someone else</title><content type='html'>yes, i have always dreamed of that someone meant for me. so yes, i also believe in destiny, soulmates, mr. right and all that stuff. eversince i can remember, i have always been a hopeless romantic. i believed that things were meant to be and of course, if some thing's weren't meant to be, they just wouldn't be no matter what you do. that second part, i had to learn the hard way. giving up or letting go of things that you want but wasn't meant for you is so heart-breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember a friend telling me "while waiting for the right one, enjoy with the wrong one first." i was thinking, "ah yes, the right, &lt;em&gt;soon&lt;/em&gt;." then i smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all dream of having someone to be with and spend our time with. we all dream of growing old with someone. that someone who could complete us and be our everything. okay, i guess that's enough of mushy talk, i'm sure you get what i mean. we talk about the right time, that right moment where everything will just fall into its place. you never know when exactly that moment is so you cannot prepare for you. but you'd be surprised to know that everything is falling into its right place and eventually you'll find out. soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-732046022435107119?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/732046022435107119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=732046022435107119' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/732046022435107119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/732046022435107119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/dream-of-someone-else.html' title='the dream of someone else'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-8479864736099896787</id><published>2008-01-27T23:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T00:51:13.193Z</updated><title type='text'>tragedy..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R6O-bFUdCuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iiVrLmABxJ0/s1600-h/3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162178970390432482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R6O-bFUdCuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iiVrLmABxJ0/s200/3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;quotes from one tree hill. i love this show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brooke:&lt;/strong&gt; "George Bernard Shaw once wrote; '&lt;u&gt;There are two tragedies in life: one is to lose your heart's desire, the other is to gain it&lt;/u&gt;.' Clearly, Shaw had his heart broken once or twice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nathan:&lt;/strong&gt; "As far as I’m concerned, Shaw was a punk! 'Cause you know what? &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tragedies happen. What're you gonna do, give up? Quit? No. &lt;u&gt;I realize now that when your heart breaks, you gotta fight like hell to make sure you’re still alive.&lt;/u&gt; 'Cause you are, and that pain you feel: it's life. The confusion and fear.. &lt;u&gt;that's there to remind you that somewhere out there is something better. And that something is worth fighting for.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haley:&lt;/strong&gt; "This year, I got everything I wanted and everything I wished for.. but, in a way, I lost even more."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lucas:&lt;/strong&gt; "Shaw was right: &lt;u&gt;as we strain to grasp the things we desire, the things we think will make our lives better&lt;/u&gt;: money, popularity, fame... &lt;u&gt;we ignore what truly matters -- the simple things&lt;/u&gt;: like friendship, family, love. The &lt;u&gt;things we probably already had.&lt;/u&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mouth:&lt;/strong&gt; "So, Mr. Shaw thinks that getting your hearts desire is a tragedy? I say he’s wrong. I mean, clearly, Shaw never kissed Erica Marsh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Peyton:&lt;/strong&gt; "Yeah, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;losing your heart’s desire is tragic. But gaining your heart’s desire... It’s all you can hope for. This year, I wished for love. To immerse myself in someone else and to wake a heart long afraid to feel. My wish was granted. &lt;big&gt;And if having that is tragic… then give me tragedy. Because, I wouldn’t give it back for the world&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-8479864736099896787?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8479864736099896787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=8479864736099896787' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8479864736099896787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/8479864736099896787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/02/tragedy.html' title='tragedy..'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/R6O-bFUdCuI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/iiVrLmABxJ0/s72-c/3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-5961998392668941538</id><published>2008-01-24T20:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-24T22:08:59.275Z</updated><title type='text'>one eyebrow raised</title><content type='html'>today was a funny day. i found out how eyebrows can make a difference. yes, apparently any change you do with it can make you prettier. here's the deal. i have thick eyebrows. and just yesterday, i had it trimmed. it was nothing planned though. my mom went to the hairdressers for her haircut and then all of a sudden, i was on the hot seat, getting my brows trimmed. at home, they were all saying how i look different, how i no longer look like the old me. but of course, i thought, '&lt;em&gt;yeah, they're family, so they're suppose to say that, you know?&lt;/em&gt;' but then today, when i went to college, it was really funny. my friends were like '&lt;em&gt;something's different with you today&lt;/em&gt;'. there will be a short pause and them a loud 'aaah!!'. yup, some shock on their face. and they go, 'your eyebrows!'. and they start saying 'you look prettier', 'you look different with your new eyebrows', blah blah blah... one even said, 'you look sexier..' but that person's just crazy and something's badly wrong with his eyes. they just kept looking at me and my eyebrows and it got kinda annoying. by the end of the day, i was still amazed at the idea that by just a small change in my eyebrows and my friends are somehow giving a second look, a longer look. hahaha. so now, i'll just smile...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-5961998392668941538?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5961998392668941538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=5961998392668941538' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5961998392668941538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5961998392668941538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-eyebrow-raised.html' title='one eyebrow raised'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6543393007068165946</id><published>2008-01-23T22:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-02-02T12:59:04.897Z</updated><title type='text'>have you heard? part2</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;* Legally Blonde is now on broadway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was quite random how i first came to know about this. i was looking at rent the musical videos and just saw the video entitled "legally blonde on broadway". in the video, they were singing "omigod, omigod you guys..la la la...". it was somewhat catchy and i like it. okay, so i wanna watch musical as well. another musical to add to my list.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Rent Remixed is closing in London on February 2, 2008! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for it, wait for it. another "WWWWWWWWWWWHHHHHHHYYYYYYY?!?!?!?!?!" and "NNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!". i wanna cry. this cannot be happening. just last week, i found out Rent was closing in new york, and now here as well. it's just about two weeks, well not even, exactly nine days from today. ok so i guess i have to reserve my tickets now. who's coming with me? weee...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* American Idol Season 7 is now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is something i look forward to every year. i became a fan since season 3, when jasmine trias came on to the show and became a hit. a fun part of this show is the beginning - the auditions. recently, i saw this guy and he was funny. he loves simon so much. reynaldo lapuz. do you watch the show? have you seen this audition? some people would look at this badly, they may think of him as a shame. but all i can say "gogogo! show them what you're made of."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;object height="250" width="250"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOxNMxg9VGU&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HOxNMxg9VGU&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="250" height="250"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're Brothers Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am your brother, your best friend forever,&lt;br /&gt;Singing the songs, the music that you like.&lt;br /&gt;We're brothers till the end of time.&lt;br /&gt;Together or not, you're always in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Your hurting feelings in you will reign no more.&lt;br /&gt;(Repeat non-stop)&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Heath Ledger, dead at the age of 28.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was shocked. was this real? but sadly, it was. and i liked him as an actor. i remember watching him in the movie 'ten things i hate about you'. he was good. of course, his role in brokeback mountain would be remembered. he is certainly a loss to hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* I (might) visit the Phils. this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i really hope this time i do. there was the possibility of may and there's also july. the problem with may is that i would only be in the philippines for a week. what can i do in a week? that's too short! the only good thing is i would get to bond with my cousins from new zealand. and then july, one of my best friends here is celebrating her 18th birthday and of course, it's the season for barrio fiestas. but if i go home in july, i'd be there for a month. hay... what to choose? what to day? why does it have to be so difficult?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6543393007068165946?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6543393007068165946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6543393007068165946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6543393007068165946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6543393007068165946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-heard-part2.html' title='have you heard? part2'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-432298551013576220</id><published>2008-01-22T18:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T23:06:55.846Z</updated><title type='text'>family duty</title><content type='html'>List of responsibilities during a party/dinner at our house:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Clean my room and bathroom. (including pc table)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Put crystal glasses unto tray. (champagne, scoth, wine - both big and small, normal drinking glass - big and small..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fold about a hundred napkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Fold spoon and fork into a napkin. (did about ten or so..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cut cheese into slices. (seperate whole slices from bits and pieces)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Pick up guests at ground floor via the staircase. (my exercise. so here's the deal. we live on the third floor. we usually use the lift. but unfortunately for us, it had to be broken at this time. and you need the key as well to access the staircase. *pants* so in short, i had to go down to the ground floor. open the door for the guests and walk all the way up to the third floor again. *pants*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Welcome the guests at the door. (say "welcome, tuloy po kayo, ayan po, may guestbook tayo, chuchu..")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Get the coats. (put them on hangers. and hang them on the coat rack. which is located in my room.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Serve them drinks. (wine, scotch, juice, coke, water, tea ?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Give them plates with spoon and fork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Clean up a little. (after they have eaten)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Picture-picture. (camera person. haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* In between all that, take care after my baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Do a little serving of dessert and more drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Wait around until they finish. (after all their drinking, talking, eating, talking, more drinking..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Give them back their coats and say farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Cleaning up all the mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all that, finally, i can rest. then i would be able to stay in bed until late the next day. unless of course, it's a weekday and i have college that next morning. hope i don't wake up on the wrong side of the bed. if you know what i mean.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-432298551013576220?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/432298551013576220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=432298551013576220' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/432298551013576220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/432298551013576220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/family-duty.html' title='family duty'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-7994633263112883054</id><published>2008-01-21T22:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:02:37.147Z</updated><title type='text'>before midnight</title><content type='html'>ok ok, so i have to get this entry done before midnight. i have a class early the next morning. and i already lack too much sleep. because of exams and other random stuff. so i guess i better start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;exams. i hate exams. don't you? i mean, who doesn't? give me atleast one student who enjoys exams. and i'll take that last question back. imagine, the sleepless nights, the constant reading and revision, the questions and the doubts, all that stress. for an hour-long paper that is usually crap. hehe. so i'm guessing you would already know how i feel about my exams. except for my maths exam, i hate all my exams! coming out from the exam room, i just feel bad. like "oh snap, oh crap."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;facebook. yes, the new friendster for me. haha. mainly because most of my friends here in london have facebook. so i guess it's safe to say that facebook (or myspace) in london is like friendster (or multiply) in the philippines. gets? so buy me a drink or send me a hug now. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;birthdays. people have this thing about birthdays that when someone forgets, we say we are sad or sulk or moan about to that someone who forgot. that someone who &lt;strong&gt;must&lt;/strong&gt; have remembered it was your birthday. ok, i must admit i am one of those people who feel sad when people - close friends, forget it's my birthday and forget to greet. but i don't really sulk around or keep moaning about it. it's just kinda disppointing you know. hmm..reminds of someone. haha. and here's to another someone celebrating their birthday soon, happy birthday! hope you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sleep. as you already now, i lack sleep, i need sleep, i want sleep. gawd, my eyebugs. okay, time to get some shut-eye. enough said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-7994633263112883054?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7994633263112883054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=7994633263112883054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7994633263112883054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/7994633263112883054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/before-midnight.html' title='before midnight'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-2496816806869627575</id><published>2008-01-19T23:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-20T23:33:53.189Z</updated><title type='text'>have you heard?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;* Multiply and ABS-CBN are now partners.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wonder what we get out of it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://multiply.multiply.com/journal/item/195/Multiply_ABS-CBN_A_match_made_in_Quezon_City"&gt;http://multiply.multiply.com/journal/item/195/Multiply_ABS-CBN_A_match_made_in_Quezon_City&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;official press release: &lt;a href="http://multiply.com/info/press/abscbn"&gt;http://multiply.com/info/press/abscbn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Pirates of the Carribean 4 &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of my favorite trilogies to date. i remember watching the first pirates movie on the first day of its first showing in the cinemas back home. i was with all my classmates and that was one memorable day. but that's not what i'm supposed to be talking about, i think it's still not confirmed yet but there will a pirates 4 &amp;amp; 5. and that johnny depp may be the only one returning for the series. the story of elizabeth swann and william turner has finished so they're making the whole movie to focus on captain jack sparrow as well as the fountain of youth. for me, captain jack sparrow is one of the best characters johnny depp has ever played. and it would be nice to see him back in character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* Rent is closing in New York on June 1, 2008.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as of thursday, it has been nine hundred thirty thousand, one hundred eighty minutes since rent opened in new york. i read this on a friend's blog and i was just like "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" and "WWWWHHHYYYYY?!?!". i felt really bad. i already had plans of going to new york to visit family and longtime friends. and of course, on my agenda was to watch rent live on broadway stage. and now, i just wouldn't seem to get the chance. i confess now that i'm a rent-a-holic. and i know that there is a rent show here in london. i know where it is and all the details but it is remixed unlike the original broadway or the movie version. plus i still don't have the time to see it (or the company either). for now, i just so want to go to new york, buy a ticket for rent and watch it. pleasssssssssse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* There's still no snow in London.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes, you heard me right, no snow - london - still. i wanted a white christmas but nooo, it didn't happen. i've been waiting outside for snow eversince the newspapers said that it would be snowing here in london. hope snow comes soon coz my neck hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;* The Philippine Embassy in London has now moved. (to serve you better. Haha.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;officially, it will be inaugurated tomorrow but has been open to the public since january 3 this year. but believe it or not, the inside is still not finished. should i say carpeting is still not complete and the basement is not done so other officers still don't have their office. hmm.. must i go on? but anyways, this part is just f.y.i. (for your information), most especially for those living in the united kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;website: &lt;a href="http://www.philemb.org.uk/"&gt;http://www.philemb.org.uk/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-2496816806869627575?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2496816806869627575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=2496816806869627575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2496816806869627575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/2496816806869627575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/have-you-heard.html' title='have you heard?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-5423066154686254225</id><published>2008-01-17T23:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-17T23:57:10.766Z</updated><title type='text'>i took the first step but i stumbled and fell. should i still stand up?</title><content type='html'>that's the question i ask myself now. after all that hard work (plus it wasn't at all free.), this is what i get. ok, so i shouldn't be complaining. i wasn't really expecting anything so that when i get to this outcome, i wouldn't feel too much hurt or disappointment. but i forget the most painful part of all this - telling everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone just had so high hopes and expectations. sorry. you see, this is somewhat the scenario i get. after i tell the truth, they are just shocked. then they ask me, 'are you sure?' which of course i am. then they shake their head and start questioning everything that happened until that point. some try to comfort me while others are just frustrated at the outcome that they think of ways or so-called 'strategies' to fix things. me, well, i just shrug it off. sometimes this just feels like they are simply adding insult to injury. just ouch..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to all those who know me know that it doesn't really bother me now. but to those who know better, uhm well..they would question everything. they would tell me to fight for it. and be like 'why give it all up when you've done so much?' and say i deserve it and all that. the only thing i guess they don't get is that i already know i deserve it and i'm worth all that. but can something really done for things that you know weren't meant to be?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-5423066154686254225?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5423066154686254225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=5423066154686254225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5423066154686254225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/5423066154686254225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-took-first-step-but-i-stumbled-and.html' title='i took the first step but i stumbled and fell. should i still stand up?'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-4852703027151238813</id><published>2008-01-13T20:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:03:42.221Z</updated><title type='text'>a political mind with an appetite for alcohol</title><content type='html'>i am my father's daughter, that's for sure. it seems i do have a few things in common with my dad. when i was younger, they would always say i look like my dad. they say i am the girl version of my dad. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once asked me what i wanted to become and do in the future? did i want to become lik my dad and lead a diplomatic life with all this connections? or did want to go into something completely different than that of my dad? or would i use the connections of my dad with people into pursuing a career of my own? hmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the first time i heard my mom say "anak, lasinggera ka talaga." and i remembering laughing out loud. hahaha. i don't really drink often. only when there's an occasion, so yes, in other words, i drink socially. i have not gotten drunk to the point that i would throw up and end up hugging the toilet bowl. one time, they asked me my opinion a beer and i said i didn't quite like it because it tasted a little blunt like it was just water, filled with alcohol. and they all laughed and my dad joked, "she's really her father's daughter." there was laughter again. i don't know if it was the effect of alcohol that have gone to their heads but that sure was true. i guess..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-4852703027151238813?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4852703027151238813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=4852703027151238813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4852703027151238813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/4852703027151238813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/political-mind-with-appetite-for.html' title='a political mind with an appetite for alcohol'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6811107336189183012</id><published>2008-01-11T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-22T22:05:27.568Z</updated><title type='text'>lamentation: you're in my thoughts</title><content type='html'>it's funny when i think about how he came to be in my life. the claim was that he was a 'friend' of a friend. that seemed suspicious but i went along with it. with each day that passed, i got to know a little bit more about him while he bombared me with questions about my past as if he really seemed to know me and wanted answers. i had my doubts on who he really was but i didn't care, it didn't matter. he was someone i could talk to about my problems and random stuff about life. he kept me company eventhough i felt he kept his distance. he became my way of letting go. he became the medium in which i could say whatever i wanted to say and tell my story about my past without holding back. in simple words, he became the person i told all that was in my heart even if it was meant for someone else and that through him,&lt;em&gt; i know my words actually got through to that someone else&lt;/em&gt;. in the end,&lt;em&gt; i knew who he really was but pretended not to see it or believe it&lt;/em&gt;. now, he seems to just be a distant memory, someone that belongs to a beautiful dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so to you, &lt;strong&gt;migs&lt;/strong&gt;, wherever you may be, i want you to know that you are in my thoughts and i guess i'll always be thinking about you every now and then. well i guess this is probably the first and last time i'm gonna say this: &lt;strong&gt;i miss you&lt;/strong&gt;. it would be really nice to talk to you again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hopefully someday migs, &lt;em&gt;someday&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-6811107336189183012?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6811107336189183012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=6811107336189183012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/6811107336189183012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="color:#eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-SIZE: 14pt; COLOR: blackfont-family:Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;What Anna Katrina Catapang Means&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/name.gif" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are usually &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;the best at everything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;... you &lt;strong&gt;strive for perfection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;confident, authoritative, and aggressi&lt;/strong&gt;ve.&lt;br /&gt;You have the &lt;strong&gt;classic "Type A" personality. &lt;/strong&gt;(notes for those who do not know what a classic "type A" personality is: Competitive, driven, stressed, workaholic)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;very intuitive and wise&lt;/strong&gt;. You &lt;u&gt;understand the world better than most people.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You also have a &lt;u&gt;very active imagination&lt;/u&gt;. You often &lt;em&gt;get carried away with your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are prone to a little paranoia and jealousy. You sometimes go overboard in interpreting signals. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a&lt;em&gt; seeker of knowledge&lt;/em&gt;, and you &lt;em&gt;have learned many things in your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You are also a &lt;strong&gt;keeper of knowledge&lt;/strong&gt; - meaning you &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;don't spill secrets or spread gossip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;People sometimes think you're snobby or aloof&lt;/em&gt;, but you're just &lt;em&gt;too deep in thought to pay attention to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;strong&gt;seeker.&lt;/strong&gt; You often find yourself restless - and you &lt;em&gt;have a lot of questions about life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You tend to &lt;u&gt;travel often&lt;/u&gt;, to fairly random locations. You're most comfortable when you're far away from home.&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;quite passionate&lt;/strong&gt; and easily tempted. &lt;em&gt;Your impulses sometimes get you into trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;em&gt;wild, crazy, and a huge rebel&lt;/em&gt;. You're &lt;em&gt;always up to something. &lt;/em&gt;(?)&lt;br /&gt;You have a &lt;strong&gt;ton of energy&lt;/strong&gt;, and most people can't handle you. You're &lt;em&gt;very intense.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;em&gt;definitely are a handful, and you're likely to get in trouble&lt;/em&gt;. But&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;your kind of trouble is a lot of fun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tend to be pretty tightly wound. It's easy to get you excited... which can be a good or bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;have a lot of enthusiasm&lt;/strong&gt;, but it &lt;em&gt;fades rather quickly&lt;/em&gt;. You don't stick with any one thing for very long. (?)&lt;br /&gt;You &lt;strong&gt;have the drive to accomplish a lot in a short amount of time.&lt;/strong&gt; Your biggest problem is making sure you finish the projects you start. (not true.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;very open&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. You &lt;strong&gt;communicate well, and you connect with other people easily&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You are a &lt;strong&gt;naturally creative person&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;Ideas just flow from your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;A true chameleon, you are many things at different points in your life.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;You are very adaptable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You are&lt;strong&gt; influential and persuasive&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;You tend to have a lot of power over people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Generally, &lt;strong&gt;you use your powers for good&lt;/strong&gt;. You &lt;u&gt;excel at solving other people's problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Occasionally, you do get a little selfish and persuade people to do things that are only in your interest. (?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;deeply philosophical and thoughtful&lt;/strong&gt;. You &lt;u&gt;tend to analyze every aspect of your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;You are &lt;strong&gt;intuitive, brilliant, and quite introverted&lt;/strong&gt;. You&lt;u&gt; value your time alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Often times, you are grumpy with other people. You don't appreciate them trying to interfere in your affairs. (?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatsyournameshiddenmeaningquiz/"&gt;What's Your Name's Hidden Meaning?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-354194438648983689?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/354194438648983689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=354194438648983689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/354194438648983689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/354194438648983689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/there-hidden-meaning.html' title='there&amp;#39;s a hidden meaning.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-1380183523338426845</id><published>2008-01-08T21:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-23T23:58:19.827Z</updated><title type='text'>i love friends.</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height="300" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.tudou.com/v/LuuThre6goc"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.tudou.com/v/LuuThre6goc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="300" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;p&gt;season 10 - episode 16: &lt;a class="f-C30" href="http://www.tv.com/friends/the-one-with-rachels-going-away-party/episode/313751/summary.html?tag=ep_list;ep_title;15" _element_extended_="true"&gt;The One With Rachel's Going Away Party&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this is just one of my favorite episodes from one of my all-time favorite tv shows, &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;. this is the episode where rachel says goodbye to each of her friends individually, except for ross. he then gets mad and the two of them end up kissing after she explains that she was putting it off because of how hard saying goodbye to him would be. i remember watching this episode one day, back when i was in the philippines, and was days from leaving. and i couldn't help but cry. i felt what rachel felt. there was just so many people - so many friends that i was gonna miss. of course, the part where rachel tells ross why she found it hard to say goodbye to him was one of my favorite scenes. (can relate? hehe. hmm..) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel: "You really think i didn't say goodbye to you because i don't care."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ross: "Thats what it seemed like." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel: "I cannot believe that after 10 years, you do not know one thing about me." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ross: "Fine, then why didn't you say something?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rachel: "Because it is too damn hard, ross. I can't even begin to explain to you how much im gonna miss you. When i think about not seeing you everyday it makes me not want to go, okay? So if you think that I didn't say goodbye to you because you don't mean as much to me as everybody else, you're wrong. It's because you mean more to me. So there, alrite? There's your goodbye."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;this episode is one that reminds of the good times and that i do want to go home and visit. and yes, i &lt;strong&gt;swea&lt;/strong&gt;r that i &lt;strong&gt;have to&lt;/strong&gt; go home and visit this year. yes friends, 2008 is &lt;u&gt;the&lt;/u&gt; year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-1380183523338426845?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1380183523338426845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5828804435636555316&amp;postID=1380183523338426845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1380183523338426845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5828804435636555316/posts/default/1380183523338426845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anirtakanna.blogspot.com/2008/01/friends.html' title='i love friends.'/><author><name>anirtakanna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05422258283736189628</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-3914069054652845676</id><published>2008-01-04T16:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-04T16:50:39.779Z</updated><title type='text'>it's a small world after all</title><content type='html'>yes, just like the song, i know. sounds very cliche-ic but still very true. today i found out something that at first, made my heart very heavy. but then, after a while, i was just laughing and smiling. actually it wasn't really something funny. it was more of how your connections with people and relationships with them can link you closer to others than you realize. i know you may not understand a thing of what i'm saying but it's like the concept of &lt;strong&gt;six degrees of separation&lt;/strong&gt;. it's the idea that, if a person is one step away from each person he or she knows and two steps away from each person who is known by one of the people he or she knows, then everyone is no more than six "steps" away from each person on Earth. who knows that maybe tomorrow you find out how you are related to brad pitt or kevin bacon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5828804435636555316-3914069054652845676?l=anirtakanna.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ZP6dWIlRZj0/Sw8TH3mAsyI/AAAAAAAAASA/wxXxLSF0n20/S220/IMG00115-20091116-0243.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5828804435636555316.post-6195436561303813451</id><published>2008-01-03T22:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-06T23:15:31.412Z</updated><title type='text'>2oo7.</title><content type='html'>ok, so it's year 2008. imagine, soon it's gonna be two years since we moved to london. time just seems to passing me by. so i thought, like most bloggers, to write about the year that was. it's now my turn to stop for a while to look back, reminisce and remember the good things (even the bad and ugly). take note: this is gonna be quite a long entry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember beginning 2007 with sadness in my heart because that was my first christmas and new year abroad and was just homesick. it wasn't bad but it was different. that's how i'm gonna put it, different. in a way, i still haven't adjusted to life here in london, to life being so far away from friends and family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now, i've changed. i think i changed most on my being too emotional and showing it. last year, everytime i felt homesick, i always had tears in my eyes. now, everytime i feel homesick, i do still feel sad but no more tears. my lovelife also used to bring me tears but now, it doesn't and i'm happy. and i'll talk about that later. my emotions used to always show on me. i couldn't hide the hurt from showing up in what i do or stop the tears from falling during any tv show. but now, i somehow can control it. i try to find it within me not to look at the negative side of what is happening and be optimistic about it. in a way, yes i have matured. this time, no more wasted tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also accepted my fate. there's no use to be still moping about the fact that i'm so far away from other friends and family. it's better this way. so what i do now is encourage them to come here. especially after they graduate. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking abo
