<?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-8765262006017479598</id><updated>2012-02-16T17:40:12.513-08:00</updated><category term='quote'/><category term='tattoos'/><category term='cheesy'/><category term='boyfriend'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='baby'/><category term='doodles'/><title type='text'>      Space for Rent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-1580842334193346911</id><published>2010-10-21T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T02:09:00.383-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what I look like now:  (HAHAHA, without any clothes on)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TMAayIKKiNI/AAAAAAAAASc/ogwJF6hRTSo/s1600/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 258px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TMAayIKKiNI/AAAAAAAAASc/ogwJF6hRTSo/s320/a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530449790896867538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sweet riiight??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765262006017479598-1580842334193346911?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/1580842334193346911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-what-i-look-like-now-hahaha.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/1580842334193346911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/1580842334193346911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/10/this-is-what-i-look-like-now-hahaha.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TMAayIKKiNI/AAAAAAAAASc/ogwJF6hRTSo/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-4277713301698745049</id><published>2010-10-04T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T07:51:31.078-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;BABY UPDATES!!! This time it's for real, we went to the doctor last Saturday and finally did the ultrasound. Wow, you know, I knew I was pregnant but nothing else can validate that except for a freakin picture of my child. Fcuk, it was so surreal. Sorry for cussin, I can't help it. It's just so overwhelming. I was actually a bit teary-eyed when I saw it, but I held off on the waterworks. As per the doctor, I'm already 4 months and 2 weeks pregnant. They're saying that my tummy is pretty small but since it's my first chilld it's not that uncommon to have a small tummy. It's kinda obvious now and I can no longer wear jeans, even my shorts don't fit anymore. Good thing I've managed to stock up on dresses but it's not really practical to wear them sometimes especailly if it's raining too hard. I've yet to buy tons of leggings, or in Kiko's terms, "stretch pants" (arte!) I'd like to share the ultrasound pics here but I would need to go old school and scan the thing and you know how I am about uploading stuff, but I'll try since I would really love to share it with you guys. Right now I am experiencing a lot of discomfort and it's just now that I'm realizing how HEAVY carrying a child really is, both emotionally and physically. But I'm not going to get into that lest you get bored. I'm just happy that I can still be able to go to work to save up for this. And that I get to share this experience with..YOU! :)&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/8765262006017479598-4277713301698745049?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/4277713301698745049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-updates-this-time-its-for-real-we.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4277713301698745049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4277713301698745049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/10/baby-updates-this-time-its-for-real-we.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-4180517923380730183</id><published>2010-09-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T13:32:04.277-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Last Saturday, we were late for what could've been a life-changing experience for us. Haha, i'm exaggerating of course. We arrived at around 2:30 already and there were tons of people ahead of us. We can no longer get any good spots since they were already taken by people who don't even know who he is. Hehe, &lt;em&gt;bitter ako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But fortunately we were able to squeeze in at this spot near the stage by the stairs. So yeah, we ended up waiting for a copuple more minutes, and then he came. Whohoooo! It was so worth it, even if it's not that up close. Hell, that was GSP, for crying out loud. I only saw him for a few secs because my very pregnant self can no longer withstand standing for too long amidst sweaty, smelly fan boys. So I had to leave my spot to get fresh air and water. I let Kiko have his fun though, I wouldn't want to spoil it for him. He was able to watch the whole interview before the public training. He was so happy and excited, it was kind of creepy for a while (I think he screamed like a girl at some point) It wasn't that surreal of an experience since I wasn't able to french kiss him as originally planned, but that's okay. I'm happy we went and got all jologs for GSP, hehe. &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/8765262006017479598-4180517923380730183?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/4180517923380730183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-saturday-we-were-late-for-what.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4180517923380730183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4180517923380730183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/last-saturday-we-were-late-for-what.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-8593378743920014278</id><published>2010-09-22T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T12:50:39.788-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The agenda this saturday would be to go to MOA to see George St. Pierre. I know that this is sort of boyish of me to be such a fangirl of an MMA fighter, but I can't help it. I've been a fan for I think almost 2 years, and that's the longest I've ever been a fan of anyone not artsy. Hehe. Poseur much? I am such a fan that I'm actually planning on naming my baby George. And she better be a girl to get that name. (A different one is already reserved for a boy) I've always liked the name George, I don't know why. Maybe it has something to do with my memory of a certain George back in college who was always so neat and Clinique Happy scented (I think) and who always talked so well in vernacular [I remember stalking him for an interview and debating with a friend whether he's gay or not which had us thinking do we like him coz he's cute or because he's prettier than us]. Or the George in Grey's Anatomy, stable, caring, loving George. And of course, my less conventional, cage-fighting George. So going back, since GSP is one of Kiko's man-crush, we are so going to be there. Hopefully, I won't oversleep, he said he'll leave my ass if I don't get up on time.&lt;br /&gt;Baby Update!!! Kidding! &lt;em&gt;Wala pa&lt;/em&gt;! I haven't had my check up yet, but I'll set an appointment tommorow, I swear! Haha! &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/8765262006017479598-8593378743920014278?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/8593378743920014278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/agenda-this-saturday-would-be-to-go-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/8593378743920014278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/8593378743920014278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/agenda-this-saturday-would-be-to-go-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-4577826988544634424</id><published>2010-09-08T13:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:45:56.568-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Since I can't think of anything to blog about, let me share with you something that I wrote January of this year:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really missed writing. As in actually holding a pen and a paper and my hands moving aimlessly on the surface. It really feels different. And to think that I've actually done this for the most part of my life. No, this is not a suicide letter, God no! You should know me better than that. This is sort of an assessment as to how I've lived my life so far. Let's start with the present, as of right now, right at this moment, I am in somebody else's home and I'm even writing on somebody else's paper. If someone would ask me if this is the situation that I've always seen myself in, the answer would again be NO. But then my optimistic side argues that my situation isn't so bad compared to the alternatives. I have shelter, currently I have no food but I will, and I have clothes, so my basic needs as a person is being covered. But again, my realistic side on the other hand is having a hard time trying to figure out as to what I really want in this lifetime. It's like I'm living one day at a time, not caring about what will eventually happen tommorow. I know that it might seem like an ideal way to live, but for someone who has been living it for quite sometime, it gets boring after a while. You realize that sooner or later, you gotta have some plans. A real, concrete, doable plan. One that will allow you to sleep peacefully at night. Like right now, I'm suppose to be at work, but once again I find myself not at work! I know that a series of unfortunate events led me to this current scenario but a part of me feels like, if I had just taken the time to plan to prevent things like this from happening then I wouldn't be in this situation. I'm young I know, but I think I'm old enough to realize that I really don't have have the luxury to waste time and opportunities like this. I really don't. Not to sound overly sentimental or dramatic but I should know that I wouldn't have parental support once I lose my job. And that my choices and decisions today is the only factor that can affect the brightness/dullness of my future (naks!) I have already allowed myself to commit too many mistakes, I believe that we learn from them, but what I'm doing right now is just wrong. It's just plain wrong. I think that I should realize the importance of what I have before losing it, that it's about time I learn the value of things and the sacredness in keeping them. I'm only 20 fucking years old and I am slowly realizing that if I don't change my ways, I would still be in this room or probably a much filthier place than this writing in a crumpled piece of paper all her regrets in life.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can handle losing a job, losing this job. I know I can find a job, but I think there's a thin line between realizing your capabilities and just downright ignoring the opportunity to extend your potential. I feel like I'm making one mistake after the next and if I don't step up right now, everything that I've worked so hard to keep will eventually just fade away. Kurt Cobain said that, "it's better to burn out than to fade away". Bottom line, I should work double time to keep the things that are important to me and at the same time have a kick ass time doing it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765262006017479598-4577826988544634424?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/4577826988544634424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/since-i-cant-think-of-anything-to-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4577826988544634424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4577826988544634424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/since-i-cant-think-of-anything-to-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-7629099656649273180</id><published>2010-09-08T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:47:08.548-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I haven't been able to blog lately because..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a) I don't have anything to write about&lt;br /&gt;b) I dont't have internet connection like I do now&lt;br /&gt;c) There's no C&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not being able to update you guys here, rest assured that I will be updating regularly to the point of non-sense from now on. Let's get down to the updates!!! Yey. Okay, so as obviously stated above, I now have internet access because I now have a job. Great eh? I am no longer living off on my boyfriend's income, which feels nice. Nothing beats having your own money to spend. I've yet to have my check up so I'll update you guys regarding that in a few days, hopefully everything is well. I have my doubts and fears but I'm trying not to think about it too much. Me and Kiko are still together, despite the efforts of others. It's just really nice to be together together, you know what I mean? no? you don't? Oh well. I hope everyone is doing great, I miss all of you!&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/8765262006017479598-7629099656649273180?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/7629099656649273180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7629099656649273180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7629099656649273180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-havent-been-able-to-blog-lately.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-4977157825901917412</id><published>2010-06-18T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:47:31.458-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know what to believe anymore. I don't mind being left behind or someone leaving me for someone else, I just don't want it to drag on too long. It drains me. I am no longer physically and emotionally capable of things like this. If it's over, then let it be over. Gawd. I'm so tired. You know that feeling when you're happy but it feels impossible to be really happy when there are questions left unanswered, nagging you, asking to be recognized, begging for your attention. But you refuse to listen, convincing yourself that eventually things will be okay, &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;na ngayon lang to.&lt;/span&gt; I know it's just days since I said that this thing isn't gonna break me, but when I begin to realize that I'M ALONE IN THIS, I can't help but feel broken. I know I have friends, (I know I have you) but right now, right at this moment, this is what I'm feeling. I don't want to turn into this emo shit wallowing in self pity and pain, I know I wouldn't be. I was raised to be annoyingly jolly and I know for a fact that this thing won't change that. But it is beginning to alter my faith. &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wala na ba talagang totoo? &lt;/span&gt;Do I always have to live in doubt, and yes, in fear that nothing is real. Will it always be like this? It's just one vicious, sick cycle that I don't have the will and guts to stop. I just want someone who'll restore my faith. And no, this is not just pertaining to some guy sweeping me off my feet and promising me forever, I don't need forever. I just want the TRUTH!&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/8765262006017479598-4977157825901917412?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/4977157825901917412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-to-believe-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4977157825901917412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/4977157825901917412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-dont-know-what-to-believe-anymore.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-5658805470629557571</id><published>2010-06-01T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:48:07.159-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoos'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was supposed to blog about something really angsty and self-deprecating but I changed my mind. Hell, would I really want to read that 20 years from now. Let's talk about something fun instead. My um, 5th TATTOO:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477864298522972626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TAVIjnlBkdI/AAAAAAAAASA/iZsJcCSOyG4/s320/tat1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me, in pain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TAVHp_Ld0VI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EArx-bTDYik/s1600/tat2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477863308425810258" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TAVHp_Ld0VI/AAAAAAAAAR4/EArx-bTDYik/s320/tat2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kiko looks extra weird here. Hehe.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haha! I know that I shouldn't be getting a lot more, but I can't help myself. I was suppose to have my "LB" fixed but then I got carried away with the idea of having a new one. I swear I'll have it fixed the next time. So for this one, I was just browsing through this magazine and I happen to stumble into this design. The original one was black and tribal-looking, so what the artist did was to make it look a little more girly-girl with all the extra swirly stuff. We all know that I lack a lot of girly-girl bones but I figured what the heck, atleast there's a part of me that perceives that. The second change was that we decided to put colors in it, personally I was excited because eventhough my 2nd tattoo had colors in it, it wasn't as vivid as this one. So I was sitting there, excited, scared but mostly excited, i knew it would hurt but I didn't know that it would hurt that much. Oh my, did it fucking hurt. I was screaming . That was the first time that I thought of quiting. The lining was okay it was the shading that really threw me out. It was like burning since the artist is already going through an already wounded skin. It made me wanna give up having anymore tattoos done, but when it was done, I can't help but feel a tad bit proud of myself for having endured that. That was when I realized that I was sort of crazy for making myself go through all that, but then there's no room for regrets with regards to tattoos. According to my good friend Donnie "Sandali lang yang sakit, habang buhay na naman yang maganda" She has a point.&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/8765262006017479598-5658805470629557571?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/5658805470629557571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-supposed-to-blog-about-something.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5658805470629557571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5658805470629557571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-was-supposed-to-blog-about-something.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TAVIjnlBkdI/AAAAAAAAASA/iZsJcCSOyG4/s72-c/tat1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-6545154409056434474</id><published>2010-05-21T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T14:48:17.840-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sorry for the last post. I was in a hurry and so full of hatred for someone. But I figured I wouldn't want to exert too much energy in hating someone. Hello, I'm only 21, I have too much life ahead of me. And I'm pretty sure she won't be the last person I'll hate this way. Actually, it's not that I REALLY hate her, annoyed or pretty pissed is quite applicable. I don't like hypocrisy, you don't demand respect then disrespect me in one sentence. That is just both grammatically incorrect and morally wrong. I'm exaggerating of course. You all know me, I don't fight. Especially for a boy. I have been mum about everything. Please don't mistake my silence for weakness. It's either I don't care or I don't think it's worth it. Does that mean that my bf is not worth fighting for? Didn't someone said that you have to fight for what you really want? Ah hell, I don't know. Nah, maybe SHE is not worth it. But it's really hard to ignore someone when all they think about is hurting you. I sort of kinda pity her for that. I mean thanks for taking a moment out of your busy life to curse me. Really. I hate the idea that she has won for herself a spot on my blog, but then I think I would've wanted to have a memory of sort for the type of person that she is. So un-fucking-believable. I never knew they existed, but then I've always been naive. I have lots to be thankful for, I thank her for making me realize that I am actually capable of being semi-mature about this. And the other things escaped me. The point of this is that, no there's no point. Sorry, couldn't think of any. i just need an outlet or else I'll end up, who knows what I'll end up doing. If you're lucky, you get to watch it. :)&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/8765262006017479598-6545154409056434474?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/6545154409056434474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-for-last-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/6545154409056434474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/6545154409056434474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/05/sorry-for-last-post.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-5278181652314634742</id><published>2010-04-29T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T06:45:08.555-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was thinking, maybe it's really nice to let go some times. Especially when it's for the better. I've seen people do it, I mean I've done it! I don't know why I'm posting this, it's just that, I find it funny that the people you once can't live without are now the ones that you don't get to see for a gazillion years. I mean, you were a part of their life, you shared stuff (toothbrush, laughter, pain even underwear, haha!), you were FUCKING there for them. And now, nothing. Not even a smile, a hello, an accepted friend invite. Haha! The irony of life doesn't fail to amuse the heck out of me. Sorry, I'm in one of those moods. *sigh*&lt;/span&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/8765262006017479598-5278181652314634742?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/5278181652314634742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-thinking-maybe-its-really-nice-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5278181652314634742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5278181652314634742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-was-thinking-maybe-its-really-nice-to.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-1642895385545630053</id><published>2010-04-05T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T11:39:46.213-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gaaah! I'm just blogging to say that I have really short hair right now. And I do mean short. I will let your imaginations do the work people! For like the nth time, I just had a change in address. Nothing new to that, I really want to post some pics but i can't right now. This is just some random post to say I'm still alive and will blog again after a few weeks. Haha. &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/8765262006017479598-1642895385545630053?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/1642895385545630053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/04/gaaah-im-just-blogging-to-say-that-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/1642895385545630053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/1642895385545630053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/04/gaaah-im-just-blogging-to-say-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-6495888311794244895</id><published>2010-03-15T13:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T14:06:55.818-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S56hGnizdsI/AAAAAAAAARw/FMScPN6NtCM/s1600-h/IMG_8179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S56hGnizdsI/AAAAAAAAARw/FMScPN6NtCM/s320/IMG_8179.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448969734231127746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S56hGHqdB_I/AAAAAAAAARo/hKc-Q6KQc8A/s1600-h/IMG_8135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S56hGHqdB_I/AAAAAAAAARo/hKc-Q6KQc8A/s320/IMG_8135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448969725673277426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is what it's all about. Hehe.&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/8765262006017479598-6495888311794244895?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/6495888311794244895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-what-its-all-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/6495888311794244895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/6495888311794244895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-is-what-its-all-about.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S56hGnizdsI/AAAAAAAAARw/FMScPN6NtCM/s72-c/IMG_8179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-942000793348712537</id><published>2010-03-12T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T09:22:31.104-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p21OJ1vgI/AAAAAAAAARg/gidAD41lC6w/s1600-h/rachel-bilson-49.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p21OJ1vgI/AAAAAAAAARg/gidAD41lC6w/s320/rachel-bilson-49.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797355962547714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love the shoes!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p20wi9X1I/AAAAAAAAARY/ux8Vv5r6Ck4/s1600-h/rachel-bilson.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p20wi9X1I/AAAAAAAAARY/ux8Vv5r6Ck4/s320/rachel-bilson.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797348014841682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p20bHR9bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/P8MJS052B5E/s1600-h/rachel_bilson_legs_4ss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 209px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p20bHR9bI/AAAAAAAAARQ/P8MJS052B5E/s320/rachel_bilson_legs_4ss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797342261605810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p2z2CZx5I/AAAAAAAAARI/6iW4OAiWNrw/s1600-h/rachel_bilson_300x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p2z2CZx5I/AAAAAAAAARI/6iW4OAiWNrw/s320/rachel_bilson_300x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797332309034898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p2znazgxI/AAAAAAAAARA/gUK7VdqRorw/s1600-h/6a00d83451595d69e200e54f4201208834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p2znazgxI/AAAAAAAAARA/gUK7VdqRorw/s320/6a00d83451595d69e200e54f4201208834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447797328384852754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She makes me want to wear dresses more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm officially on girl crush mode. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8765262006017479598-942000793348712537?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/942000793348712537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-shoes-she-makes-me-want-to-wear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/942000793348712537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/942000793348712537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/love-shoes-she-makes-me-want-to-wear.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/S5p21OJ1vgI/AAAAAAAAARg/gidAD41lC6w/s72-c/rachel-bilson-49.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-7682296496391081701</id><published>2010-03-10T05:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T05:31:07.140-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I've always been amazed by the power of words. A single phrase can either take your breath away or disappoint you in ways you never expected. A simple "yes" can either mean someone wanting to spend their entire life with you or someone who has already made up his mind to remove you from his. I am typing right now as if my life depended on it, it kinda does actually. I never wanted anything this bad before. I was never the poet nor would I dispense words that are so deep in the vocabulary you never knew they existed. I am simply a fan. A mere mortal in the world of geniuses (like some of my friends are). I am writing (or typing) for my own consumption. I once dreamt of changing the world by use of words but I've given up on that 10 seconds after thinking about it. It was probably the lack of trying on my end that caused me to think that I can never be really good enough to share my point of views. So I figured, writing will just have to be something I do to keep my sanity. My way of coping when things don't work out, which is usually the case. Like right now. I won't elaborate, I am just at the time of my life that when I look back at this specific period of time 50 years or so from now, I'd probably kill myself. I'd probably be on the verge of dying anyways so it won't make any difference. I was always proud of myself for living my life the way I wanted it. No regrets. But this time, I humbly accept and admit the fact that this time, I was wrong. I regret it. It's time to abide by life's rules and realize that I can't go on living and loving this way. I'm only 20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(going on 21!!!). I've never seen much of the world (yet), I haven't experienced half of the suffering other's are going through, I don't really know what the lesson here is, it's just that right now, it's a big fucking realization that I've been living my life wrong. They say what's important is that you're happy at the end of the day. I say what's important happens between lunch and dinner. The walk home, the people you're walking with, the hands you've held and the ones you have to let go. It's that part of the day where you have to decide who your sleeping with tonight. That's what makes "the end of the day" worth it. I'm probably not making any sense, bottomline is, Ana is currently in between lunch and dinner. And she already has an idea who she's sleeping with tonight.  &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/8765262006017479598-7682296496391081701?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/7682296496391081701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-always-been-amazed-by-power-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7682296496391081701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7682296496391081701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/ive-always-been-amazed-by-power-of.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-9020208709199403566</id><published>2010-03-03T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-21T06:53:17.796-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been a long time. I know. Sucks to be me. haha.&lt;br /&gt;I am now working AGAIN, thank god. It's so not nice to be poor. So right now, I'm still working at a call center. Job is pretty much the same, I'm still working with the same awesome people as before, it just gets a bit exhausting sometimes. Third day and I'm already fucking exhausted. How whack is that. Life with "the boyfriend" is umm crazy as always. We've been getting a lot of issues lately and I'm doing my best to cope. But over all we're happy. For now. Haha, i'm so friggin pessimistic, it sucks. But hey, this is me coping. I just hope that other people will let us be. AKO NAMAN PWEDE!!??&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my damnedest to not be bitter and be okay with everything but it's just hard sometimes when people will just not quit unless they see you writhing in pain and gushing blood. You want blood? I think I have plenty to spare, just leave me alone. I don't want this to be just another hate post so lets close the subject and move on. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The goal for myself would be to fucking save up. For what, I don't know yet. I just have to save, i need to save. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next pay out, I am so buying a new pair of flats. I SWEAR.&lt;/span&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/8765262006017479598-9020208709199403566?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/9020208709199403566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/9020208709199403566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/9020208709199403566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/03/its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-7493418862119990556</id><published>2010-01-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T08:25:54.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;The web world is getting kuhrazey! It's like you have to have an account with every networking website made. I say this since I just recently made a twitter account, I just wanted to try it out really, because knowing myself I always end up ditching something halfway through, so let's see if I can keep that one. For the longest time, I was only able to keep my blogspot, my friendster and ofcourse facebook, which by the way was just made this year. I know, I'm a loser but I don't dwell on that. Loserdom ain't as bad as it sounds. Haha. Kinda refreshing really, since you don't really give a shit. But sometimes I do. I think this would just be another messed up post. Lately, I have been busy with work, boyfriend, work and trying to figure out as to how I can hang out with my girls sine I always end up with no moolah.  Shit, I really need to learn how to fucking save. We just moved in at our new place, it looks like a ditch now since we don't have things in it yet except for a bed. So yeah, I've been busy with that too, trying to figure out how to make our new space more "homey". Gawd, I want a time out!!! &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/8765262006017479598-7493418862119990556?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/7493418862119990556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/01/web-world-is-getting-kuhrazey-its-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7493418862119990556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7493418862119990556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/01/web-world-is-getting-kuhrazey-its-like.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-8590653984761448150</id><published>2010-01-04T12:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:28:34.889-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;This is my salute to the year 2009. I know it's late, it's just that I'm having trouble wrapping my head around the idea that another year had passed and I'm nowhere near my life's goals (naks!) &lt;em&gt;Pero ang totoo tinatamad lang ako.&lt;/em&gt; 2009 had been a good year, no scratch that, it's been a great year. This is the year that I got my first job, this is the year that I experienced real independence. This is the year that I became selfish. Everything was about me, every decision is FOR me and no one else. I know it sounds bad, but it's a heck of an experience I tell you. I've done things that my 2008 self would've been ashamed to commit. Those were not my proudest moments I know, but like everything else, the best thing is that I've learned my lesson. I am hoping and praying that 2010 will be better. I expect it to. Hopefully, next year I will get to spend more time with my friends since I think I sort of neglected them. Just sort of. Peace guys! I was too busy adjusting from one change to another that I forgot to remember them. Haha, I know they love me still no matter what but I was just damn shitty last year. I was so messed up. But seriously guys, I miss you more than anything right now, let's meet up okay?? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Here's to another year. May the good Lord bless us all.&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/8765262006017479598-8590653984761448150?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/8590653984761448150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-my-salute-to-year-2009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/8590653984761448150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/8590653984761448150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-my-salute-to-year-2009.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-5746289057987722287</id><published>2009-12-28T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T11:58:51.229-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It is nearing the end of the year, and I am feeling quite sentimental. This has been a very weird year for me,and thats just putting it lightly. I was checking my journal the other day and it says there that 2009 is the year that everything happens. Well, it didn't exactly came true but a lot has happened! Every big thing that happened this year is either very exciting, unexpected or just downright crazy. I'm not gonna elaborate since it physically pains me to think about everything that has happened. Bottomline is, I enjoyed 2009. There were some parts that sucks but thats okay since the latter part of the year makes up for the sucky beginning. I do hope that 2010 won't be that surprising, but knowing me, I'll probably end up surprising myself. I'll post my new year's resolution some other time, since I have to think real hard as to what new resolutions do I have to end up not doing next year.&lt;/span&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/8765262006017479598-5746289057987722287?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/5746289057987722287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-nearing-end-of-year-and-i-am.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5746289057987722287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5746289057987722287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/it-is-nearing-end-of-year-and-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-7378408512624515475</id><published>2009-12-23T13:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T13:41:37.930-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Merry Christmas people&lt;/span&gt;!!! I hope you guys will have a much merrier xmas since I'll be spending mine at work. Boohoo. Much Love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765262006017479598-7378408512624515475?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/7378408512624515475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-people-i-hope-you-guys.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7378408512624515475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7378408512624515475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-people-i-hope-you-guys.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-834222890205577284</id><published>2009-12-18T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T12:28:21.756-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;UPDATE: Still blissfully &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;happy&lt;/span&gt;, despite the occasional tantrums (yours and mine) and disagreements, You said you were scared that the time might come that I will no longer want you, I'm not saying it won't happen, I just can't imagine it happening right now. I'm still so &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;inlove with you&lt;/span&gt; and everyday you show me how much you're worth all the risks. &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/8765262006017479598-834222890205577284?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/834222890205577284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-still-blissfully-happy-despite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/834222890205577284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/834222890205577284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/update-still-blissfully-happy-despite.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-2111200835478596296</id><published>2009-12-15T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T11:50:48.925-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss them. Really. Because even before Zach and Vanessa, Taylor and Selena or even Robert and Kristen, I was inlove with them! Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SyfnNyugvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aJtMr5ToDsQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415551301077482962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SyfnNyugvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aJtMr5ToDsQ/s320/12.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SyfnNru63LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dOg7J_Pcom0/s1600-h/11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415551299200146610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SyfnNru63LI/AAAAAAAAAQw/dOg7J_Pcom0/s320/11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; They just look so good together. &lt;em&gt;La lang, &lt;/em&gt;I just wanted to share. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Walang calls eh. &lt;/em&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/8765262006017479598-2111200835478596296?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/2111200835478596296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-them.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/2111200835478596296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/2111200835478596296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-them.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SyfnNyugvdI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/aJtMr5ToDsQ/s72-c/12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-5869391639425275329</id><published>2009-12-14T06:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T08:25:05.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;CURRENT STATUS: Hungry. I'm always hungry these days. No, it's not as if i'm not eating, thing is I always wanna eat. I am gaining weight. I think. I'm not sure. I feel like I'm gaining weight. I don't mind, well I kinda do. And I'm smoking like a fucking chimney everyday! I don't think I'm ever going to make it to my 35th birthday, with the way I've been inhaling and exhaling nicotine these days. Gaah! I can't stop. I don't want to. I spent a great weekend at home. Nothing beats bumming around with the one you're suppose to bum around with. Haha. &lt;em&gt;Walang sense.&lt;/em&gt; This post is going to be pretty confusing. Okay, next, I am so looking forward to moving out again. I just moved back to Laguna and will be moving out again this weekend, I still don't know where, but I WILL move out. I NEED to move out. I have this strange desire to move out. I'm just babbling here. Two of my bestfriends just texted me, that my boyfriend looks like my ex-boyfriend. I so do not see the resemblance, honestly? Does he really? Hahaha, so funny. Okay enough for thos moment. &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/8765262006017479598-5869391639425275329?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/5869391639425275329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/current-status-hungry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5869391639425275329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5869391639425275329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/current-status-hungry.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-7564341680380115490</id><published>2009-12-11T10:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T12:13:19.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We have just survived another stressful day in our already super stressful lives. The only consolation amidst all these shitty things is after all that, i still have you. I am willing to go through all that WITH YOU.  I hope that you'd still want to stay even after all the things I've put you through. I hope that whatever I can offer will be enough to make you stay with me, even if I'm tiring and stubborn and lazy and bitchy and a lot more other bad things. I really do love you sweetie, I hope that you can learn to trust me again, as in really trust me. Thank you for everything that you've done, sorry if you feel unappreciated. I'm wired to physically and mentally torture the ones I love most. Honestly, until now, I still feel like I'm gonna lose you. I know, it's selfish and twisted of  me to think that after everything that you've put up with just for me, but I just can't bring myself to feel completely at ease with the fact that you chose to be with me. Because I know, when the time comes that you already feel otherwise, I won't be able to bring myself to believe that as well. Confusing? I know. Just please stay, for as long as you can. &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/8765262006017479598-7564341680380115490?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/7564341680380115490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-just-survived-another-stressful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7564341680380115490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/7564341680380115490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/we-have-just-survived-another-stressful.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-3693245014501225869</id><published>2009-12-04T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T08:03:19.337-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;It's pay day!!! The past few days have been nothing but excruciating for me. Money is so damn hard to come by these days. I have to work for everything. And we have this upcoming masquerade ball that is for sure, going to be the money pit for most of my salary this cut off. Shit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I love dressing up once in a while , but if it means not eating for like the rest of the week, then hell, no thanks. I just can't save money, it's as if I have this disease which does not allow me to save up. haha, nice excuse. Something came up which caused me to think that... &lt;em&gt;wala, puro expletives naiisip ko eh. SHIT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765262006017479598-3693245014501225869?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/3693245014501225869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-pay-day-past-few-days-have-been.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3693245014501225869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3693245014501225869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-pay-day-past-few-days-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-3468575798200747973</id><published>2009-12-04T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T06:33:59.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We've spent another great day in bed. I know how it sounds, haha, you don't know how fucking happy you make me just by being beside me. You told me earlier the reason as to why you love me. Honestly, I really don't know what I did to make you love me that much, I just hope that I'll stop doing things that'll hurt you. I have already told you everything there is to know about me, I hope that it won't change the way you look at me. No secrets, remember? You're late again, I can't believe how stubborn you are. But I love you still, no matter how gross you can be, haha. Nah, but for real, I am having the time of my life with you. &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/8765262006017479598-3468575798200747973?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/3468575798200747973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/weve-spent-another-great-day-in-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3468575798200747973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3468575798200747973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/weve-spent-another-great-day-in-bed.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-2992588997357765637</id><published>2009-12-03T12:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:52:04.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I miss my friends so much!!! It's like I don't have a life outside of work anymore. I haven't seen anyone in ages, I know I'm whining, and half of it is my fault, it's just that I can't seem to find the energy to do anything aside from sleep and you know, the occassional &lt;em&gt;ahem &lt;/em&gt;you know. Haha. But seriously, I want to be with them so bad! I miss the endless banter and non-stop bitchin' with them. I am so in need of some girl bonding time for me to be able to keep my sanity. Life so far has been a whirlwind of chaos and choices. A lot has changed. My life right now is so not how I pictured it a year ago. I've left people and they left me. But so far, looking back on all those decisions that I've made the past few months, I don't regret anything. I have made a lot of mistakes, a lot of super bad decisions that had managed to ruin a good part of who I am, but then you know shit happens, I need to move on and accept that we just have to let go of some people to make space for new ones. Shitty right? But thats how it is. For this year alone, I think I've reached my quota for personal dilemmas and crazy in between scenarios. Tama na, I just want to be happy. Who doesn't right?&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/8765262006017479598-2992588997357765637?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/2992588997357765637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-my-friends-so-much-its-like-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/2992588997357765637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/2992588997357765637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-miss-my-friends-so-much-its-like-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-423963359118943170</id><published>2009-12-03T11:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:38:19.514-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;Ah! The strength of women comes from the fact that psychology cannot explain us. Men can be analyzed, women … merely adored.” —  Oscar Wilde - An Ideal Husband &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/8765262006017479598-423963359118943170?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/423963359118943170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-strength-of-women-comes-from-fact.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/423963359118943170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/423963359118943170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/ah-strength-of-women-comes-from-fact.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-5777300623746645640</id><published>2009-12-03T09:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T11:30:01.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;You're not here today. Even if I was just with you earlier, I miss you already, its creepy I know. How I always want to be with you even if we're always together most of the time. I mentioned the love letters I'm writing to you, this is it. Modern love letters, I call them. Hehe. The things I don't tell you, you'll find it here. Unfortunately sweetie, you won't get to read them. At least not now. You're at home right now, trying to figure out how to cook rice just for me, once again I feel overwhelmed by your affections. I am constantly asking myself whatever did I do to deserve you. Your not perfect, we both know that. You can be so obnoxious and annoying when you want to be. You like pissing the hell out of me, you enjoy doing things that you know for sure will irritate me, but I love you more for that. I'm gonna be with you again after a few hours, I can't wait. &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/8765262006017479598-5777300623746645640?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/5777300623746645640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-not-here-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5777300623746645640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/5777300623746645640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/youre-not-here-today.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-3411127523777061823</id><published>2009-12-02T13:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:23:53.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cravings'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SxbXa4OvdtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6fN7KP9DjIQ/s1600-h/nike-air-force-1-wmns-pink-white-flowers-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410748859103016658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SxbXa4OvdtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6fN7KP9DjIQ/s320/nike-air-force-1-wmns-pink-white-flowers-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SxbXagYfscI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wCUM2QPbhIk/s1600-h/nike-air-force-1-hi-pink-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410748852701475266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SxbXagYfscI/AAAAAAAAAQc/wCUM2QPbhIk/s320/nike-air-force-1-hi-pink-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I will forever drool over these shoes. FOREVER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/8765262006017479598-3411127523777061823?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/3411127523777061823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-forever-drool-over-these-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3411127523777061823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3411127523777061823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-will-forever-drool-over-these-shoes.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/SxbXa4OvdtI/AAAAAAAAAQk/6fN7KP9DjIQ/s72-c/nike-air-force-1-wmns-pink-white-flowers-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-3599708171878002404</id><published>2009-12-02T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:25:17.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quote'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;"There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed."&lt;br /&gt;Ernest Hemingway&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/8765262006017479598-3599708171878002404?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/3599708171878002404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-nothing-to-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3599708171878002404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/3599708171878002404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/there-is-nothing-to-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-1807005114463086400</id><published>2009-12-02T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:26:04.399-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheesy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boyfriend'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I swore on myself that I'll never make a blog post on anyone but myself. But I can't help it, I just feel so utterly grateful that someone like you would even have an inkling of interest on someone like me. You'll never read this, I know, since I don't plan on telling you about this anyway. I would just like it to be engraved in web history that right now, as of this moment, that I feel so darn happy and in love with you. This is going to be by far the most cheesiest post that will be on this blog, since I am in my most cheesiest when I'm with you. We laugh at ourselves for that, but every moment is dearly treasured and remembered. I have told you this a million times, but let me just say it again, THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR STAYING. I know, I am not the easiest person to deal with, I am bitchy and weird most of the time, but you don't mind that, you let me be who I am, no pretensions, and the greatest thing about that is you love me still. After all that, all those shitty things that I've put you through, you still managed to ask me back and tell me that you love me. I am overwhelmed by the fact that we fell in love just like that, this is new and a lot of people is saying that we still don't know what'll happen eventually, but I will be more than happy to prove to them otherwise. That this is not just new, it's real. Do you still remember me saying that I'll make myself worthy of you? I hope I'm on the right track to achieving that. Right now, my greatest fear would not be losing you, but the idea that I would make you unhappy during the time that was given to us, I know it might seem that I'm always thinking that this won't last, I'm sorry for that, bad habit. Deep inside, you don't know how badly I want this to last. Like SO BAD. I will never let you read this lest you get any ideas that I'm like so in loove with you, which I'm so not. HAHA. This is for my own viewing purposes only. A reminder to myself that I'm so effin lucky to have you. Just in case this fails, not one word on this post is true. (ASA!) &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/8765262006017479598-1807005114463086400?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/1807005114463086400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-swore-on-myself-that-ill-never-make.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/1807005114463086400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/1807005114463086400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-swore-on-myself-that-ill-never-make.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8765262006017479598.post-528310280468010503</id><published>2009-11-27T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T13:37:30.596-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='doodles'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I erased my last blog simply because I wanted to. Nice noh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8765262006017479598-528310280468010503?l=ana4rent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/feeds/528310280468010503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-erased-my-last-blog-simply-because-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/528310280468010503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8765262006017479598/posts/default/528310280468010503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ana4rent.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-erased-my-last-blog-simply-because-i.html' title=''/><author><name>ANA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11629420640057869536</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d9A0A3sZyz4/TNexgSYybzI/AAAAAAAAASk/rmw0WrS8Tjo/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
