<?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-1835715465943533753</id><updated>2012-02-04T18:30:43.055+08:00</updated><category term='future'/><category term='drama'/><category term='mood swing'/><category term='friendship'/><category term='dilemma'/><category term='photography'/><category term='indecisions'/><category term='cheese'/><category term='uaap'/><category term='new life'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='emo'/><category term='midnight attack'/><category term='s-baw'/><category term='career'/><category term='self'/><category term='senti'/><category term='review'/><category term='hyper'/><category term='love'/><category term='recap'/><category term='dick-lit'/><category term='rant'/><title type='text'>huppy sloth mumbles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-2577296417778716070</id><published>2010-11-16T01:52:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T02:07:36.092+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;I'm having a hard time sleeping lately. I worry about work endlessly. Although this is a good sign because it means I love what I'm doing - it consumes me; the return is not that satisfying. I know that I'm only biding my time until graduation but I really want so bad to excel in this field.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;to be cont&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&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/1835715465943533753-2577296417778716070?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2577296417778716070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=2577296417778716070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/2577296417778716070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/2577296417778716070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2010/11/quarter-life.html' title='Quarter Life'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-5604503293066228257</id><published>2009-03-16T20:22:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:22:08.437+08:00</updated><title type='text'>To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=''&gt;&lt;p&gt;For each new morning with its light, &lt;br/&gt;For rest and shelter of the night, &lt;br/&gt;For health and food, &lt;br/&gt;For love and friends, &lt;br/&gt;For everything Thy goodness sends. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:9pt'&gt;- Ralph Waldo Emerson (1803-1882)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm scared, overwhelmed, and confused. To You, I offer everything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-5604503293066228257?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/5604503293066228257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=5604503293066228257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/5604503293066228257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/5604503293066228257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-you.html' title='To You'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-9211603901066118249</id><published>2008-11-20T20:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T22:21:35.494+08:00</updated><title type='text'>On changes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span xmlns=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;My despair for a new life is peaking right this very moment and I wish to leave the current work as soon as I find a new one. I am genuinely hard-pressed for words to describe the work environment now because I'm still trying to figure things out. I remember distinctly how I wanted to get this job so bad a little more than a year ago, how I hoped to find that otherworld feeling of doing something every day and actually make a living off it. Then I started working. Everything changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:10;"&gt;How remarkably ironic life can be.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-9211603901066118249?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/9211603901066118249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=9211603901066118249' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/9211603901066118249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/9211603901066118249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/11/on-changes.html' title='On changes'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-3139836343077365031</id><published>2008-10-19T22:23:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T01:41:44.959+08:00</updated><title type='text'>you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;there is nothing that makes me happier now than lying down next to you or having a good laugh over a bottle of wine with you. i love, love you and i never wish to be parted from you from this day on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-3139836343077365031?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3139836343077365031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=3139836343077365031' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3139836343077365031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3139836343077365031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/you.html' title='you'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-524471723232524910</id><published>2008-10-13T10:23:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:04:34.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>random bits</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i skipped work today because migraine hit me again and i thought i needed a full day rest. i can't miss class tonight though, we're gearing up for the finals next week and i need inputs to rev up my ass to study finance. ugh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm downloading wall-e through utorrent but my internet connection keeps going haywire every 15minutes. something about the network configuration/speed limit that my smart ass brain couldn't figure out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i really miss the arts. i miss being surrounded by intelligent people who can lift me up from this dreary and boring world. i miss those passionate people who are just so much into appreciating the philosophy of life and not the shallow, material things that pervade in the corporate world. i miss my ateneo teachers and jesuits who had so much influence and effect on me in terms of looking at life at a broader and mature perspective. i don't know how people stay sane while doing corporate work because for me it's just a bit of a struggle. i usually find myself being pulled into one direction for a time only to realize that i need a sort of balance once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;something is wrong in my life now and for some weird reason, i couldn't pinpoint it or even articulate it to myself. i feel like there's something lacking in my life albeit the stable job and the multiple things i do now. i've been thinking about it long and hard and i think i just need a break from work. work never gets fulfilling no matter how hard i try and make it look like 'good enough for now.' at least i'm still sticking it out and doing the best i can!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;edit: finished downloading so i can watch na! hooray! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-524471723232524910?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/524471723232524910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=524471723232524910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/524471723232524910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/524471723232524910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/10/random-bits.html' title='random bits'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7626305658597707577</id><published>2008-09-02T23:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:31:13.695+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why hello september</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;adulthood is so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decisions, decisions, decisions.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-7626305658597707577?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7626305658597707577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7626305658597707577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7626305658597707577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7626305658597707577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-hello-september.html' title='why hello september'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-862537457439432685</id><published>2008-08-28T08:07:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T23:52:52.259+08:00</updated><title type='text'>madness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/SL1ggBqwNyI/AAAAAAAAADo/8TMDCnsWgQU/s1600-h/andnowsheknowsittoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/SL1ggBqwNyI/AAAAAAAAADo/8TMDCnsWgQU/s320/andnowsheknowsittoo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241451644648961826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i haven't been doing much introspection lately and i believe i'm losing my sense of stability (yet) again. i've been trudging along for the past few months and i find myself eternally restless, always itching to be somewhere else, doing something else. if you really know me, you'd know how i love to push people away from me when i am down and on my way to self-destruction. i'm sad and i think it's getting worse by the day until i finally settle into something new. i have been (scorched-ly) burned by my current corporate life and know my heart isn't into this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm confused and lonely and unhappy and bottom line is, it's just really all my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1835715465943533753-862537457439432685?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/862537457439432685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=862537457439432685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/862537457439432685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/862537457439432685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/madness.html' title='madness'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/SL1ggBqwNyI/AAAAAAAAADo/8TMDCnsWgQU/s72-c/andnowsheknowsittoo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-386875705938447889</id><published>2008-08-06T08:10:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T19:33:56.508+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first office post!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;wuhaw, my first office post indeed! still sabaw and sleepy - if i could have my way i'd stay home and read my books instead. i'm hitting one year here at the bank in about a week from now and oh boy, i wish i could boast of accumulating wealth over the past year of restless (and aimless) toiling but NO - hard earned cash all went to my useless expenses! having learned my lesson, i promise to take good care of my finances from now on. everything should be meticulously calculated and every new purchase should be carefully contemplated on (if it's a necessity or just a whim). i'll make sure that by the end of this year, i'd be able to add more to my savings! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;*****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(edit: wow i write like a grade schooler at the office. HAHAH)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-386875705938447889?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/386875705938447889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=386875705938447889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/386875705938447889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/386875705938447889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-office-post.html' title='first office post!'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-8572403932131665522</id><published>2008-07-20T19:58:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T20:18:56.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-dejection</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i've been wanting to write a novel-ish entry, but work's getting in the way. i just had a tumultuous week - (triple) madness at work, parents going through a midlife crisis, endless soul searching (i know it sounds corny but it's so apt to describe what i am going through now), chasing the ever-elusive allure of the kind of success i want for myself, trying to deem everyday work as meaningful and fulfilling, trying to save up for retirement (ha ha), trying to be happy. this frenzied search for validation of myself is so frustrating i usually end up crying on most nights.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-8572403932131665522?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8572403932131665522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=8572403932131665522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8572403932131665522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8572403932131665522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/self-dejection.html' title='self-dejection'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-1422362416270857661</id><published>2008-07-15T15:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T15:57:09.898+08:00</updated><title type='text'>back to square one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;i will never ever forget this day - change, change, change. &lt;/span&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-1422362416270857661?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1422362416270857661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=1422362416270857661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1422362416270857661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1422362416270857661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-square-one.html' title='back to square one'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-8769024306233567431</id><published>2008-06-15T17:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-15T18:24:40.854+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='future'/><title type='text'>bring it on, future!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;because uncertainty has been the lingering theme of my life for the past three weeks and i'm not entirely sure how long i can take this (i'm guessing my patience could only take me as far as the month ends), and like any other depressing/emo/sawi state i've wallowed into, - life-changing events happened, epiphanies appeared, and false pride (to hide fears/doubts) subsided. not only was i able to do something about my growing almost uncontrollable impatience on my current immobility, i also (i hope!) mustered every grain of courage to face the consequences of my actions in the coming days (or weeks). i realized that beating around the bush is no longer a valid excuse and castigation will be exercised should it resurface again. my rage over pretentious people who in a way betrayed me miraculously vanished and my heart finally went back to its regular beat. much can be said about the past few months and i surmise i will be facing more painful challenges but this one should always remain in my head (apologies for the absurd cryptic-ness) - l.p.m.a.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-8769024306233567431?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8769024306233567431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=8769024306233567431' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8769024306233567431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8769024306233567431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/06/bring-it-on-future.html' title='bring it on, future!'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-1474692425410705704</id><published>2008-06-12T22:08:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T17:57:00.178+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertainty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;there are many things that never fail to amaze me in the past 6 years i spent in this city. sometimes i wonder where my feet will take me next.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-1474692425410705704?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1474692425410705704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=1474692425410705704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1474692425410705704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1474692425410705704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/06/uncetainty.html' title='uncertainty'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-267518031196066733</id><published>2008-06-01T20:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T20:40:49.625+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm ready now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;"If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives, jobs. And maybe your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery, isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the others are a test of your endurance. Of how much you really want to do it. And you'll do it, despite rejection in the worst odds. And it will be better than anything else you can imagine. If you're going to try, go all the way. There is no other feeling like that. You will be alone with the gods. And the nights will flame with fire. You will ride life straight to perfect laughter. It's the only good fight there is."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Charles Bukowski&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-267518031196066733?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/267518031196066733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=267518031196066733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/267518031196066733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/267518031196066733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-ready-now.html' title='i&apos;m ready now'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-8662740666999962518</id><published>2008-05-26T20:41:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T09:04:03.646+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendship'/><title type='text'>on friendship</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;my closest (and almost considered as best friend) is back from states today with loads of amazing and kilig stories. how i felt so relieved and elated when i saw her at work this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel whole again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-8662740666999962518?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8662740666999962518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=8662740666999962518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8662740666999962518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8662740666999962518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/05/friendship.html' title='on friendship'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7421068721807184475</id><published>2008-05-25T13:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T11:52:35.840+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>warning: too much cheese (hold your breath)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i woke up this morning feeling the intense rush of happiness from falling in love. in fact, ever since he became that one added part in my life, everything started falling into place. true, we hit a rough patch but life has been so wonderful and breezy and grounded lately. i know we're going to make this work no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you and i fit perfectly together. i love you more and more everyday Mark. =)&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-7421068721807184475?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7421068721807184475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7421068721807184475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7421068721807184475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7421068721807184475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/05/warning-too-much-cheese-hold-your.html' title='warning: too much cheese (hold your breath)'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-4052530335599834786</id><published>2008-05-17T10:27:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:21:57.257+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><title type='text'>today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;there's a recurring thought in my head that's been running restlessly for a few weeks now only that i couldn't quite grasp what exactly it's trying to tell me. it's like a growing impatience of wanting to retire from the corporate madness I've come to grow tired of after almost 10 months of toiling without a certain resolution in mind. there's something about constant change that continues to haunt me, no matter what time, wherever I am at and whatever I may be doing - a feeling of wanting to move on surges up inside me and for a second, I find myself momentarily paralyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on some days like today, I try so hard to understand everything that's happening to me - images with fleeting value constantly play in my head - and figure out what I really am now.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-4052530335599834786?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4052530335599834786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=4052530335599834786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4052530335599834786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4052530335599834786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/05/today.html' title='today'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-4025691566280251810</id><published>2008-03-24T23:21:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:28:46.675+08:00</updated><title type='text'>true friends :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/R-fHoGAOY0I/AAAAAAAAACc/cRNil3SrdOQ/s1600-h/DSC02349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/R-fHoGAOY0I/AAAAAAAAACc/cRNil3SrdOQ/s320/DSC02349.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181329387933295426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for our 5 *gasp* years of friendship!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-4025691566280251810?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4025691566280251810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=4025691566280251810' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4025691566280251810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4025691566280251810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/03/true-friends.html' title='true friends :-)'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/R-fHoGAOY0I/AAAAAAAAACc/cRNil3SrdOQ/s72-c/DSC02349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7130574266401595809</id><published>2008-03-24T21:59:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:35:33.100+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cheese'/><title type='text'>back from the dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;I’ve been meaning to write about the  GAZILLION things happening in my life right now but somehow, I always  end up brain dead from work. WORK WORK WORK. Who knew I’d become one  of those corporate stiff who’ve got nothing in mind but capitalist  profit making schemes. Well okay, not really! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;So Lenten Season passed by just like  that… when I was a kid, my family and I would spend the Holy Week  in Naga going to the Church almost thrice a day for 5 days in  a row.  I, being the stubborn, rebellious middle child, would squirm  at the thought of waking up at friggin 3am just to catch the Salubong at dawn of Easter Sunday. But after every Church activity, I would  be high on Jesus and I tell you, nothing beats that kind of happiness  and fulfillment – not even retail, spa or Starbucks therapy could come  close to that fuzzy feeling of spiritual highness. This holy week, however,  I never got to that freaky-intense-yet-lovely highness point of being  a Catholic, which I kind of regret. I wish I could have been more active  in Church gatherings but I was always sleepy and high on something else  – not on drugs, mind you. Explaining what I was high on would require  a new entry altogether – just because.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;WTF, I think this week will be a major  challenge as I am on a see-saw of emotional PMS-ing again. Aside from  that, I feel so sluggish and unfulfilled lately. I wish I could do more  at work – life feels so constricting sometimes. I need some change.  I need growth. Why is that so hard to achieve? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;After reading that horrifying, scary expose  last night, I felt like my happy bubble suddenly popped out. All the  positive energy vibe I’ve been clinging on to was taken away, as if a sudden wave of nostalgia has swept over me and I’m  on the brink of being at my lowest low again. Oh God forbid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Last night, I slept beside my mom because  she will leave this afternoon for Naga. I felt like a vulnerable 10  year old kid all over again. Of course this was inevitably followed by an overwhelming remorse. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sigh. So much to do set my heart right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i never thought i'd be this mushy and cheesy but whatever, this time i really don't care. my heart feels so heavy rightthisverysecond because we haven't seen each other for a week (gross, i know). i'm just SIGH SIGH SIGH. earlier tonight though, i got a bit a excited because he sent a text message saying he'd come over after his practice. sadly, he still had to fix some things for tomorrow. oh well, i'll see him tomorrow night anyway. i'll just bury my head in a book and engross myself in another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-7130574266401595809?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7130574266401595809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7130574266401595809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7130574266401595809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7130574266401595809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/03/back-from-dead.html' title='back from the dead'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-414998670046690641</id><published>2008-01-14T00:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T00:08:15.394+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sama si M! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;love you girls! it's only now that i got to check my blog. hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when are you girls free? L and M, have you guys started working already?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who's free this weekend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ayos noh, ginawang message board ang blog. hahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hugs to everyone!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-414998670046690641?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/414998670046690641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=414998670046690641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/414998670046690641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/414998670046690641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/01/sama-si-m.html' title='sama si M! :)'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-4487574929882895056</id><published>2008-01-06T21:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T21:51:20.293+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh, my poor fragile heart!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i promise to take good care of you this year. i'm letting you rest and recuperate for a while. who needs anyone, anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a cheerful note, last night was fucking fun, E and A! let's do that again and bring S and L! love you guys :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-4487574929882895056?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4487574929882895056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=4487574929882895056' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4487574929882895056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4487574929882895056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2008/01/oh-my-poor-fragile-heart.html' title='oh, my poor fragile heart!'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-8499424962893510209</id><published>2007-11-02T21:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-03T20:32:57.658+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>solace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;the weather is cold again. i don't know if i like this changing weather, which marks the start of the coming holiday season that would surely bring back some unwanted memories. sometimes i seem to live and think in contradictory thoughts. one day i say i miss being in a relationship but a few days after, i think about how futile it is to crave for intimacy, that i am better off alone - not committed to anyone in particular. apparently, life still never fails to amaze me. i could never have imagined that you could blink one day and all of the things you got used to seeing every day would just be gone. but that's just what happened. i woke up one day and noticed how things were starting to feel different until time came that i felt like fuck it, this just got to end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i've been doing some thinking recently and i started to get the feeling that i ought to write a little more. so here i am in my desk, creeping around in the middle of the night like a cockroach, trying to to do some sensible (i hope!) writing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i'm back home, oh-so-enjoying the very chill atmosphere of a long weekend - no traffic, no dramedy called Work, no e-mails, no clients berating about their wealth and no waking at 6am (oh geezus, thank you for that). i've had 2 good days already, which were comprised mostly of sleeping, eating, wondering, wandering, some good ole laughing and mingling (never fails!). i am beyond thankful to have this short break because it reminds me of the many people i care about. time has flown fucking fast and things may have screwed up at the start but i am trying to function as best as i can. i do need some solitary times to do some straightening out with myself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;lately, i sometimes feel like i have turned into a perpetually emo-sawi person, faking each laughter and hyper moment i spend with friends (okay, not really. heheh). i've also been getting really, really tired that i get a bit partied out after just one dance-bar night-out. when things get really bad, i'd spend the whole working day wrapped up in a cloud of delusion. sometimes it gets in the way of work that my colleagues often give me strange looks. ha ha sorry folks, i just can't help it, i don't do it on purpose. but i am generally fine - had a dearth of things to say that i couldn't choose which bits to write about here -hence the dormant blog for a month. in between last month's fuckingevent and its corresponding aftermath, i am able to drown myself from work as usual. it's just difficult to make my mind tick again when i'm out and about with crazy people and my mind is nothing but going bonkers on weng weng. other than that, i could still read and write (thank god).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;i see there was no attempt to be sensible at all. ha ha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;***********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E! please, please let's travel this year. just on a whim like for a long weekend. i'll try to get a bargain trip for us. advance happy birthday, darling! :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;hi L (hugs!) and Melibags! (sure, sama ka sa inuman. i miss you, hugs back!) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;have tons of kwento, can't wait to see you all soon!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-8499424962893510209?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8499424962893510209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=8499424962893510209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8499424962893510209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8499424962893510209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/11/solace.html' title='solace'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-1678475651713670645</id><published>2007-10-28T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:08:20.488+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>oh love, love, love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i'm not quite sure how to react to this poem. somehow it feels so overwhelming and a bit defensive. but i like how it's so practical and real against other mostly hopeless love-inspired poetry. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Forget Me by Pablo Neruda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;one thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You know how this is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at the crystal moon, at the red branch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of the slow autumn at my window,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if I touch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;near the fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the impalpable ash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or the wrinkled body of the log,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything carries me to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;as if everything that exists,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;aromas, light, metals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;were little boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that sail&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;toward those isles of yours that wait for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if little by little you stop loving me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall stop loving you little by little.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you forget me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;do not look for me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;for I shall already have forgotten you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;If you think it long and mad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the wind of banners&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that passes through my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and you decide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to leave me at the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;of the heart where I have roots,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;that on that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at that hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I shall lift my arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and my roots will set off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to seek another land.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if each day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;each hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;you feel that you are destined for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;with implacable sweetness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;if each day a flower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;climbs up to your lips to seek me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;ah my love, ah my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in me all that fire is repeated,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my love feeds on your love, beloved,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;and as long as you live it will be in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;without leaving mine.&lt;/span&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/1835715465943533753-1678475651713670645?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1678475651713670645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=1678475651713670645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1678475651713670645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1678475651713670645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/10/oh-love-love-love.html' title='oh love, love, love'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-4030215946604593941</id><published>2007-10-27T16:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T16:03:57.304+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>after a year...</title><content type='html'>i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-4030215946604593941?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4030215946604593941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=4030215946604593941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4030215946604593941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4030215946604593941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-year.html' title='after a year...'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-3429217672087370566</id><published>2007-09-29T11:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-30T12:11:54.757+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><title type='text'>good riddance!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;i have never been this better and happy and fulfilled in such a long, long time! friends, feel free to give me call if you guys feel the need of going for a round of drinks. watchasay? YES? of course!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love surprises! what a way to start the new month. woot! :)&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-3429217672087370566?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3429217672087370566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=3429217672087370566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3429217672087370566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3429217672087370566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/good-riddance.html' title='good riddance!'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-507045247156435661</id><published>2007-09-17T08:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T21:31:45.138+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyper'/><title type='text'>highness and over-abundance of energy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i just got back from my very short weekend vacay at where else but hometown Naga. sure nothing beats home but overindulgence is still overindulgence no matter how many times i try to justify the lechones and endless slothing i have done for the past 2 days. argh! enough is enough! today i am confronted by piles and piles of work to be finished not to mention exams i need to take &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seriously&lt;/span&gt;. boy payback time scares the hell out of me. anyway, just to showcase the latest brouhaha in my life, i'm posting a picture of my favorite and cutest nephew in the world. i know my other nephews are equally cute but personality-wise, gabe is the winner!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don't grow up, please? (see pictures at my multiply)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Ru3UvP_NlHI/AAAAAAAAABs/LNE6V1SvQRQ/s1600-h/DSC01006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Ru3UvP_NlHI/AAAAAAAAABs/LNE6V1SvQRQ/s320/DSC01006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110975060345984114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i digress. have you seen the VMA's? my god can someone explain to me what happened to Sarah Silverman? talk about career-crisis, girl! don't even get me started on britney wh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all in all, fun weekend! good food + good company = good life! Yay! all i need is a good massage and a hearty meal. I'm ready to take off! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-507045247156435661?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/507045247156435661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=507045247156435661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/507045247156435661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/507045247156435661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/high-and-over-abundance-energy.html' title='highness and over-abundance of energy'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Ru3UvP_NlHI/AAAAAAAAABs/LNE6V1SvQRQ/s72-c/DSC01006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-6710411724374301519</id><published>2007-09-10T20:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T20:43:53.625+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mood swing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='uaap'/><title type='text'>the sixth man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i'm having such a blast this week. you guys want to know why? because my moods are undoubtedly on full violent swing right at this moment and i am about to go insane (damn it). one moment i'm jubilant then the next thing i know i'm bawling my eyes out in front of my dear pigs (my brother and sister). perhaps it's better to curse *ehem* the estrogen? oh and didn't dr. yang curse that when she was going through some break-up? that wouldn't matter in my case. everything just feels so unsettling. endorphins,  endorphins, thou art needed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blesses those who are good. Ateneans, you have been good! And I am just so damn proud to be one. What a game, man! I heart you, team. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RuVKTBJNucI/AAAAAAAAABc/mm5lr_VcvZ4/s1600-h/uaap+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RuVKTBJNucI/AAAAAAAAABc/mm5lr_VcvZ4/s320/uaap+009.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108571042906749378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-6710411724374301519?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6710411724374301519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=6710411724374301519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6710411724374301519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6710411724374301519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/sixth-man.html' title='the sixth man'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RuVKTBJNucI/AAAAAAAAABc/mm5lr_VcvZ4/s72-c/uaap+009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-4012451649065468868</id><published>2007-09-01T12:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T21:53:40.130+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>chasing a dream with a clam</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i finally understood why corporate people get so prissy on most days of their lives. they drown themselves with a bucket of booze almost every weekend and have almost nothing to talk about except &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;crap&lt;/span&gt; - crappy topics and inside jokes that perpetually end up with sex. so folks, when confronted by this inevitable circumstance, remember that those people are just plain work horses and are just making even the most godforsaken, ridiculous stories their escape route towards a more peaceful, relaxed weekend. (which is not exactly an advantage for people like me who have a semi low tolerance for these kinds.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;swimmin', wimmin', chillin', sleepin' are my plans for this quick weekend! oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tell me please, please. why oh why do i even bother? i seriously need a dermatologist for a long, overdue rejuvenation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;indeed, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you. just when you thought you're done with your past mistakes, someone trots along and slaps you the cold, hard truth on your face...and you find yourself smack-dab in  the dubious, way, way confused state of mind again (even the most annoying ones find out). clinical is beyond understatement for me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to be cont...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-4012451649065468868?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/4012451649065468868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=4012451649065468868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4012451649065468868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/4012451649065468868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/09/chasing-dream-with-clam.html' title='chasing a dream with a clam'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-3295535392706400286</id><published>2007-08-25T19:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T13:46:07.134+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='s-baw'/><title type='text'>why the city smells funny again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i am just, like, so unnervingly excited and hyper and exhilarated from last week's all too good experiences that writing them all down with a certain accuracy and substance is quite impossible right now. anyway, rotten brain what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;der bloger,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sor y if i haf not updtd for almsot a we ek&lt;br /&gt;jus wana le t you kno how gratefllll i m for evythn i haf nw&lt;br /&gt;---i kno wt my ups n dwns might haf upet yoooouuuu and bec&lt;br /&gt;o f that i m sssssssssss-lesssssss now nd havng a hrd t i me zzzzzzzzzzz&lt;br /&gt;moreover, i m a bit shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt-lessssss now so i m fucked with looooooov&lt;br /&gt;ohhhh wazzut agan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i jus want ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kthx.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-3295535392706400286?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3295535392706400286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=3295535392706400286' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3295535392706400286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3295535392706400286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/why-city-smells-funny-again.html' title='why the city smells funny again'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-132674532079308855</id><published>2007-08-17T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-18T12:35:49.783+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recap'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='senti'/><title type='text'>false first impressions, assured mutual destruction and dr. laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so i feel like it has been ages since i have chronicled my not so secret daydreams here. oh you guys won't guess what an enormous heap of shit i was buried under this week. work is challenging but every day seems like a new day for me - discoveries and revelations surprisingly abound, in a good way, thankfully. and so my travail of my favorite mistake has begun again. god knows what's going to happen but hopefully, everything will be settled down sooner than later. laughter is still the best medicine. add a sprinkle of uncomplicated, comical people and life gets better and better every damn day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank you, Lord :) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and family &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cherished friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;new friends at work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and more loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for keeping me grounded&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and sane when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;things get rough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and i get a tad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;more irritating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;than usual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;i embrace your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patience and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;friendships with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a grateful heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-132674532079308855?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/132674532079308855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=132674532079308855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/132674532079308855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/132674532079308855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/false-first-impressions-assured-mutual.html' title='false first impressions, assured mutual destruction and dr. laughter'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-3682424889475905856</id><published>2007-08-12T10:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T10:54:20.522+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dick-lit'/><title type='text'>HILARIOUS, indeed.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;sometimes a healthy dose of humor is enough to lift you out of life's inescapable state of doldrums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Man's Penis To Write Memoir About Inability To Not Orgasm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:85%;" &gt;We just got word that My Cock is is shopping a book proposal, and that the proposed title of the proposed book is &lt;i&gt;Here I Come Again&lt;/i&gt;. It's "a memoir by a phallus who has always had an orgasm." The project is a handbook-cum-memoir, and is said to detail Cock's incessant ability to ejaculate. There's some graphic material here (a chapter entitled "Hawaii Five-O" details a shocking five-orgasm afternoon spent in the restroom of New York restaurant Hawaiian Tropic Zone) as well as some embarrassing revelations ("30 Seconds To Mars: The Early Years"). We reached My Cock for comment. "Dude," he wrote, "I'm a &lt;i&gt;cock&lt;/i&gt;. I come all the time! In fact, I'm coming right now! I didn't know there was anything remarkable about it until yesterday&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but, hell, if that's what the market wants, that's what they're gonna get. We want to get this out quickly, for the holiday season. Of course, the title is provisional: If anyone has a better idea, let me know."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: arial;" class="post-excerpt"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;by.newyorkpost.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-3682424889475905856?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3682424889475905856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=3682424889475905856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3682424889475905856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3682424889475905856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/hilarious-indeed.html' title='HILARIOUS, indeed.'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-2640394999278335656</id><published>2007-08-11T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T17:37:12.829+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='new life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><title type='text'>a new beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rr1sWMC_D6I/AAAAAAAAABU/4TxJbeD6bxE/s1600-h/blue+sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 321px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rr1sWMC_D6I/AAAAAAAAABU/4TxJbeD6bxE/s320/blue+sky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5097349481699938210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                                &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;                                                                    &lt;p align="center"&gt;That's my blue sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*credits to Polaroide LJ*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-2640394999278335656?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2640394999278335656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=2640394999278335656' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/2640394999278335656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/2640394999278335656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/beginning-of-new-era.html' title='a new beginning'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rr1sWMC_D6I/AAAAAAAAABU/4TxJbeD6bxE/s72-c/blue+sky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-5571172894809829098</id><published>2007-08-10T16:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T16:15:39.258+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>i carry your heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;i carry your heart with me (i carry it in&lt;br /&gt;my heart) i am never without it (anywhere&lt;br /&gt;i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done&lt;br /&gt;by only me is your doing,my darling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear no fate (for you are my fate,my sweet) i want&lt;br /&gt;no world (for beautiful you are my world,my true)&lt;br /&gt;and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant&lt;br /&gt;and whatever a sun will always sing is you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here is the deepest secret nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud&lt;br /&gt;and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows&lt;br /&gt;higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)&lt;br /&gt;and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i carry your heart (i carry it in my heart)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e.e. cummings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-5571172894809829098?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-556869026068587148</id><published>2007-08-06T10:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T17:09:51.581+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>no more lazy weekdays (ed.)</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;or any other day of the week, it seems. bum days are winding down and i am afraid late nights included as well. oh well, if it pays the bills, go ahead then, slave me away. no double entendre intended, folks. i am currently embracing the good girl inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;whatever happened to lindsay lohan? poor girl. she looks so wretched, tacky and drugged. and what is it with media being so youth obsessed nowadays? don't people realize that she looks like a 58 year old woman on her way to self-destruction? and please, don't ever tell me that she's hot. and it's the sex. or a guy thing. spare the younger generation from sleazy starlets. but as what she always says, "whateverrrr." wow, i'm so touched. *tear*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;this is so pretentious of me to mention this because i admit i don't listen to classical music as often as the mozart, chopin, etc. fans do, but i am currently listening to Beethoven's symphony no. 6 in f op. 68 pastoral. i must say the music relieves me. it gives me an energetic "ting" i need today for this afternoon's meeting. brain music, this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want the sun. show up now, come on!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i sometimes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;found&lt;/span&gt; myself laughing so hard i cried. laughing and crying, you know, it's the same release.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;ed. pardon the typo and all the other typos and will be typos in this blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;i am always a bit emotional or hyper when i write here&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;)&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/1835715465943533753-556869026068587148?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/556869026068587148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=556869026068587148' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/556869026068587148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/556869026068587148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/08/no-more-lazy-weekdays-and-ramblings.html' title='no more lazy weekdays (ed.)'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-3534702152988124057</id><published>2007-08-05T20:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T10:16:00.009+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>wake me up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;sometimes stories know me too well. i don't think i can name all the books or short stories i have read that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;spoke to me &lt;/span&gt;simply because there are just too many of them and only a few ones hit the right spot. &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2007/08/05/fashion/05love.html?_r=1&amp;ref=style&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;this story&lt;/a&gt;, however,  is bullseye right now. just ONE tweaking: make it a heterosexual relationship for Pete's sake. but everything else - from the too good to be true, all -consuming, intense, obsessive friendship to the most painful awakening are just so... beautifully apt. oh i never thought i would compromise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;let's unite tonight, please. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;p.s. pardon the cheesiness of my recent posts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-3534702152988124057?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3534702152988124057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drama'/><title type='text'>unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;no matter how busy i am (or i want to be), every now and then, i would feel a violent stab of loneliness. even worse, i would feel the roots of this loneliness creeping through me when the world is hush at midnight. there's just no escaping the fact that i do almost everything alone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;think of all the reasons in the world but today, i just miss.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-8785973471339767138?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8785973471339767138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in life, we always search for answers because we want to prove to ourselves that we had the right decisions...but the truth is we can't search for what's not there. things happen because it's meant to happen...that's why &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;we forgive people even if they hurt us, we love people who don't love us, we smile despite every painful crash in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt; at the end of the day, the lesson you get are the answers to your decisions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;everything in life is temporary...because everything changes. that's why it takes great courage to love someone...knowing it might end &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;anytime&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;pretending you don't feel anything for someone is like convincing yourself that you could probably deny &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the only thing you can be sure of.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-8607201416782863297?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8607201416782863297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7198724682217962046</id><published>2007-07-30T17:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T17:31:43.532+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><title type='text'>behind the tiny chef (a very feeble attempt to write a decent review)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ratatouille quite reawakened the sleeping artist in me. Not that I now long to become a culinary genius in the near future, but the sensibility of the film that celebrates good taste and aesthetic accomplishment (which can be a tad elitist) bring to the fore ideals that popular culture needs to imbibe more these days: a distaste for laziness and mediocrity, and a high regard for passion and the pursuit of excellence (yehesss, MAGIS.) I love the film no matter how icky the sight of the swarming rodents can get - as what the director said, "interspecies understanding may have its limits" - because it made me feel better about myself though i am not that of a genius as Remy, ha ha; at least, I know what I am really passionate of (or so I think). All in all, ratatouille is a remarkable film that offers a kind of moving, sophisticated pleasure from the astonishing characters to the dishes made with such ardor and inspiration. Pixar magic has worked yet again...&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-7198724682217962046?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7198724682217962046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7198724682217962046' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7198724682217962046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7198724682217962046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/behind-tiny-chef-very-feeble-attempt-to.html' title='behind the tiny chef (a very feeble attempt to write a decent review)'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-8943238090491909805</id><published>2007-07-29T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T10:41:51.682+08:00</updated><title type='text'>happy-emo-song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i want to feel Meg Ryan-ish in the movie "You've Got Mail" when she's falling in love with F-O-X already. ha ha, what a feel-good movie that is. she strolls along happily in the streets of Manhattan (or was that Brooklyn?) on her way home while this song plays in the background:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i tell you openly,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you have my heart so don't hurt me&lt;/span&gt;. You're what I couldn't find. A totally amazing mind, so understanding and so kind; You're everything to me. Oh my life, Is changing every day. In every possible way. And oh, my dreams, It's never quite as it seems, 'Cause you're a dream to me. Dream to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, gives me warm fuzzies inside.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-8943238090491909805?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8943238090491909805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=8943238090491909805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8943238090491909805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8943238090491909805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-emo-song.html' title='happy-emo-song'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-1579517672966276173</id><published>2007-07-29T01:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T10:51:57.531+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='midnight attack'/><title type='text'>tomorrow will get better</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have been meaning to inject a considerable amount of text in this blog because i feel gloomy if i do not update oftener (as if i am betraying readers or disappointing fans, ha ha. NOT!). so aside from Thursday's highness due to the much hyped ateneo-la salle game (see previous post), my days have been pretty civilized. as much as i want to laze around the house all day for the rest of my life, having a job is still so much chicer. good thing, i hear the sounds of a windfall this coming week and boy have i never been so psyched about going back to work. have been so preoccupied with the negotiations and i would like to see this as a step in a good direction for my career. as for the other meaningless aspects of my life, there is not much to say save for a few yo-yo emotions that i have kept harping on and on since god knows when that i am completely sick of it already except that IT still remains deep within me. i also managed to exorcise some demons regarding some personal issues with a few creatures that i could not help but be happier and .sigh. saner. the cause of everything, though, i have failed still. not always a breakthrough but you know, it's always quite something. this is becoming more cryptic than i have intended it to be. forgive me for yammering on and on again. i see it's 2 am so that explains. good night!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-1579517672966276173?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1579517672966276173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=1579517672966276173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1579517672966276173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1579517672966276173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/tomorrow-will-get-better.html' title='tomorrow will get better'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7405115263887021022</id><published>2007-07-27T11:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T17:39:05.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>admu-dlsu game, 80-77</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rq2xTcC_D4I/AAAAAAAAABE/uq5uC37Y4VU/s1600-h/uaap.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rq2xTcC_D4I/AAAAAAAAABE/uq5uC37Y4VU/s320/uaap.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092921701130243970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rqli2MC_D3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/E4RQfwswgJo/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rqli2MC_D3I/AAAAAAAAAA8/E4RQfwswgJo/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091709536805261170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There is nothing better than this feeling in this exact place and time in the world. I love my school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: the most decent photo we have (ha ha); second one from fabilioh.com.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-7405115263887021022?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7405115263887021022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7405115263887021022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7405115263887021022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7405115263887021022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/admu-dlsu-game-80-77.html' title='admu-dlsu game, 80-77'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rq2xTcC_D4I/AAAAAAAAABE/uq5uC37Y4VU/s72-c/uaap.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-8954347543253026932</id><published>2007-07-25T22:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-26T10:05:51.138+08:00</updated><title type='text'>barf day. seriously.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rqdc0MC_D2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WrqLnWNhx9I/s1600-h/smaller.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rqdc0MC_D2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WrqLnWNhx9I/s320/smaller.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091139955422334818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had an entertaining almost riotous lunch with E and L today at g4. i missed you guys. these are my official bitches. and i thought i am such a meanie already... wait until you meet these fellas, i am THIS close to being canonized as a saint. ha ha. hilarious quotable quotes are with evi's. seriously, where is S? you missed out on a lot of fun.&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/1835715465943533753-8954347543253026932?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/8954347543253026932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=8954347543253026932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8954347543253026932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/8954347543253026932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-had-entertaining-almost-riotous-lunch.html' title='barf day. seriously.'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rqdc0MC_D2I/AAAAAAAAAA0/WrqLnWNhx9I/s72-c/smaller.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7950513918306237624</id><published>2007-07-24T13:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-28T20:09:22.863+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dilemma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='career'/><title type='text'>where do i go now</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;in my currently unemployed state, i wake up wondering what little, twaddle project i can amuse myself with. everyday is a Saturday, so my dear brother/mentor/Professor says. i have copious amounts of Time and The Economist again (thanks to daddy for the unwavering support via subscriptions of all kinds including Teen Vogue, Glamour and Elle - none of which he finds remotely interesting save from the bikini-clad models he sees from time to time. teehee.). so i find myself keeping abreast with the more significant international news (a breather from the exasperating national politics) and the capital/finance market recently. i don't know why, but i continue to find the finance world increasingly fascinating since my short bank stint albeit i am just a mere mortal from the social sciences. maybe i am really leaning towards some bank career? oh God forbid. i have stocked up on quite a few books, too and i must say, magazines and books are now my official greatest extravagance that my room is close to resembling a cramped salon already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm, it's been an exhausting week for me (yes i know, it's only Tuesday) and with August here again i can't believe that July is coming to an end in just a week from now! things are moving at such a breakneck pace and i have been so consumed with the desire to do well in my career and have a fat bank account, which i know won't be able to give me everything anyway; it's just the immature longing inside of me wanting to prove myself to everyone. sigh. i seriously need to stop this self-destructive habit. speaking of career, i don't know what to do with my life anymore. i'm getting more and more confused everyday. offers are popping out left and right and i know i should be grateful for these but i have never felt so purposeless in my entire life. you can say i am in limbo, maybe i am i have no clue, but i feel so incredibly restless and stressed lately (oh yeah, what's new, right). i just want to think or meditate about where i really want my life to head to; otherwise, i will be forever stuck in a serious case of brain clutter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not making sense, am i? this is just a poor excuse to write. or maybe my mind is actually aimlessly wandering somewhere trying to find its niche. oh, come back, idiotic mind. save me.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-7950513918306237624?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7950513918306237624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7950513918306237624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7950513918306237624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7950513918306237624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/where-do-i-go-now.html' title='where do i go now'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-6128647875557766500</id><published>2007-07-20T18:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T14:39:06.849+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pop Sociology</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Why do so many young people today have an inflated sense of entitlement? And who's to blame? The list of suspects is long and includes the State of California, Burger King, FedEx, MTV, parents, especially parents."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say blame the life of shallow consumerism, brand worship, media hype on the "young hollywood" (ew, i hate that term), rehab people and too much sense of individuality bullcrap. Pop culture, if taken more seriously (which is what people should be doing, not just unquestionably imitating what they see on the tube most of the time), is actually quite a fantastic intellectual play. Whatever that is. Ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-6128647875557766500?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6128647875557766500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=6128647875557766500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6128647875557766500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6128647875557766500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/pop-sociology.html' title='Pop Sociology'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-317342041533929400</id><published>2007-07-18T14:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T16:51:36.074+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting still (or so i think)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;things have been... strange for the past few days. nobody knows but myself (not even the other one involved) that i have been trying really hard to make the situation look (and feel) nonchalantly usual but deep down, i am constantly grappling with hard facts - something that i could hold on to in the most concrete way, if possible. i am always at lost. this is your fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a happier note, i have never been so in control of my actions and words. guess with maturity comes this intense self-control that is incredibly satisfying after a series of unexpected events (ha ha). no matter how many times i deny/elude this kind of taking chances bullshit crap, i find myself being utterly sucked in and defined by it. in the meantime, i am sitting quite peacefully, drinking a cup of rosemary tea.&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-317342041533929400?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/317342041533929400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=317342041533929400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/317342041533929400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/317342041533929400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/sitting-still-or-so-i-think.html' title='sitting still (or so i think)'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7716248214377723506</id><published>2007-07-15T14:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-15T14:36:38.409+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fashionable simpsons</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rpm6_07zNZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TerBXXljGhg/s1600-h/versace+simpsons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rpm6_07zNZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TerBXXljGhg/s320/versace+simpsons.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087302859795674514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Harper's Bazaar has released its August issue with something deftly funny and unbelievably cool illustrations of the Simpsons dressed in various designers. Here are two pictures of Marge Simpson with some high profile fashion designers &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;at the Paris Fashion Week for Fall held recently. Well, what can i say, high fashion for the Simpsons, indeed. Can't wait to get hold of a copy of this issue - a clever fashion spread, finally! You win me over again, Simpsons. Good move, PR people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rpm6Yk7zNXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O-3DtQzQTdQ/s1600-h/simpsons+go+to+paris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rpm6Yk7zNXI/AAAAAAAAAAc/O-3DtQzQTdQ/s320/simpsons+go+to+paris.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087302185485809010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-7716248214377723506?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7716248214377723506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7716248214377723506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7716248214377723506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7716248214377723506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/fashionable-simpsons.html' title='fashionable simpsons'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/Rpm6_07zNZI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TerBXXljGhg/s72-c/versace+simpsons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-7704354591583032486</id><published>2007-07-13T14:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:59:06.845+08:00</updated><title type='text'>oh there you go again, silly thing.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;silly love. silly me. silly world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;smack me on the head now. several times, please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's talagang silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. everyone, it's Friday the 13th. anyone up for games? silly games, of course. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-7704354591583032486?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/7704354591583032486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=7704354591583032486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7704354591583032486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/7704354591583032486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/oh-there-you-go-again-silly-thing.html' title='oh there you go again, silly thing.'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-6521314996785198788</id><published>2007-07-12T00:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T13:14:20.699+08:00</updated><title type='text'>midnight attacks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i have no clue why i am brimming with ideas at exactly when the clock hits 12. really, it's annoying. i am trying to follow a strict bed time and has recently imposed a curfew on my rather stubborn self to sleep before 1. go ahead, laugh your head off. i am no 10 year old but once you start working your ass off at some firm with some 'nice' colleagues where there's a shitload of internal politics to deal with almost everyday, you want to be alive every nanosecond you step inside the coffin, i mean, the office. but anyway, my point is, i always get this rush of senses, if you know what i mean, that comes inevitably with an almost violent wave of wanting to write something. you know those days when you crave for that single line that would spur you to write something substantial but nothing, nothing comes? that moment when you desperately want to write but when you finally get down on it - something entirely unrelated annoyingly comes out? midnight is exactly the opposite of that but why? why at midnight? why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. curfew is in 15mins. i am better off in bed, sleeping off these thoughts. oh, good night, silly world!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-6521314996785198788?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6521314996785198788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=6521314996785198788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6521314996785198788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6521314996785198788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/midnight-attacks.html' title='midnight attacks'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-3454145566730864836</id><published>2007-07-09T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T12:45:56.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'>school spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;when is the first ateneo-la salle game? i know i am kind of jinx but fuck it, i am still watching!&lt;br /&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-3454145566730864836?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3454145566730864836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=3454145566730864836' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3454145566730864836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3454145566730864836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/nonsense-gushy-moment.html' title='school spirit'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-6791642505275634824</id><published>2007-07-09T23:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T23:24:07.268+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wimbledon love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RpJQ2GrSL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sz2cAGP2Ku0/s1600-h/rogerrafa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RpJQ2GrSL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sz2cAGP2Ku0/s320/rogerrafa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085215819690028914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RpJQ2GrSL4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1nOPqnFbBaI/s1600-h/rogervenus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RpJQ2GrSL4I/AAAAAAAAAAU/1nOPqnFbBaI/s320/rogervenus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085215819690028930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was able to follow wimbledon matches religiously this year (for lack of better things to do - when you're sick and unable to read for 4 straights days). i'm elated roger federer won. rafa had his french open moment already and he's a bit repulsive to be honest. ha ha. tennis is love. who's game to play? &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/1835715465943533753-6791642505275634824?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/6791642505275634824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=6791642505275634824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6791642505275634824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/6791642505275634824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/wimbledon-love.html' title='wimbledon love'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_TQPd73F7AnU/RpJQ2GrSL3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/Sz2cAGP2Ku0/s72-c/rogerrafa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-2831132725568311610</id><published>2007-07-07T17:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T17:16:56.009+08:00</updated><title type='text'>this is what happens when there are too many hot musicians on tv</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;justin timberlake, adam levine and chris carraba are so goddamn hot. okay i'm taking all my clothes off now. ha ha. kidding you guys. or not. whatever. &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/1835715465943533753-2831132725568311610?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/2831132725568311610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=2831132725568311610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/2831132725568311610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/2831132725568311610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/this-is-what-happens-when-there-are-too.html' title='this is what happens when there are too many hot musicians on tv'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-1145847473271410460</id><published>2007-07-06T18:27:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T00:35:42.192+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make me smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;E just got back from LA and boy did she change! she's not only gushing about boys, boys, boys and shoes, shoes, shoes (which 3 years ago would have been extremely alarming) but she also brought some amusing fan girl stories: of she and her companions chatting up george clooney, brad pitt and matt damon on the red carpet during the ocean's 13 premiere, of her dreadful experience at some bar where lc and other the hills stars frequent to, of her funny (i'm sorry, dear) desertion (if you can call it that) in the states for almost a month complete with e's signature panicky stories of meeting random people in transit. (ah, the queen crammer. ha ha.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;really, really looking forward to having lunch with you guys. s, e and i have some major travel plans to take care of. can you say shopping? absolutely not. we are going to be the total cheap people real soon. and i hope that (semi) unconsumerist lifestyle (i hope!) will yield to some fat bank accounts in the future. oh, jimmy choos! why not. ha ha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my health has been... stormy these past few days and looks like the weather is following suit (ha ha how pathetic is that). to add to the horrendousness of being perpetually sick, which means zero, zilch, nada social life, and for the hermit part of me, that's a reason to celebrate with zadie smith, haruki murakami and sarah elizabeth philips (ha ha) but geezus NO - my god, i can't even finish a page without getting all teary-eyed. worse, every time i close my eyes, i see all these psychedelic dots doing a weird hypnotic dance. oh fever, you have already ruined my social life and i forgive you for that, but please, don't even try to mess up my career life, okay? stop being excessively stubborn and go away! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;i had a 'date' with P last weekend and the other P was supposed to follow after his work but he said he's too tired to drive to where we were and that he will just treat me some other time. anyway, P had a lot of interesting and intriguing stories (mostly about his sexcapades). our initial plan was to watch transformers but heck gossipping and eating and drinking and laughing got in the way so priorities were tossed aside for a while (that movie, btw, kicked ass). P and i have this weird kind of friendship. most people think he's my boyfriend every time we run into some acquaintances while we're happily strolling along in a mall or in some night out place, but honestly, doesn't his aura/demeanor scream i am so fucking gay and i need a dashing bastard to play with for one evening right now? seriously. someone needs to put an end to all these ridiculous stories about me. (ha ha, feeling) we bowled and played billiards (which i super sucked at, i tell you, i was way better in high school). then i saw this guy who handed me his number and tried making a conversation with me while i was innocently studying at the filipiniana section library last year (used to be my study spot!). so we said hi to each other and then he goes, so you're with your new boyfriend, i suppose? WHAT. okay so i introduced him to P and they started getting all friendly right away! turns out, they are batch mates. hmmm interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;time is moving so fast and it makes me so uneasy in so many ways. i have a lot of things in my mind and i can't seem to accomplish any of them without getting too distraught about the time constraints. paranoia is killing me and this sickness makes it all the more upsetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;my head is spinning again and i need to lie down...have so much more to say but oh well. happy weekend, everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1835715465943533753-1145847473271410460?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/1145847473271410460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=1145847473271410460' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1145847473271410460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/1145847473271410460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/make-me-smile.html' title='make me smile'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-577624524676826829</id><published>2007-07-05T08:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T09:17:40.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>my own version</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;dear you,&lt;br /&gt;this used to be a love letter, before its hunches thickened, its breath grew short, before it found itself sitting, perplexed, and a little embarrassed, inside a parked black car, while everyone was busy cramming for their next exams. it remembers itself dressing as if for a great engagement, choosing the most beautiful shoes, red or black. once, it drank beer for breakfast, rested its feet on a bunk bed side by side with the feet of another. once, it felt sadness, then eventually grew brokenness, dropping the head so the hair would fall forward, so the weeping eyes could not be seen. it was lovely then, this letter. what it knew in the morning, it still believed at night. yet the longing has not diminished. still, it understands. however, if disquieted by the pure and unfamiliar silence of new life; yes, it decides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-577624524676826829?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/577624524676826829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=577624524676826829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/577624524676826829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/577624524676826829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-own-version.html' title='my own version'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1835715465943533753.post-3416959282243074593</id><published>2007-07-05T07:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:21:58.527+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='indecisions'/><title type='text'>sick afternoon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;so life has been odd for the past few months. i feel like everything is moving so fast and i am suddenly confronted by all the stress that comes with (ew) adulthood --  decisions, decisions.  i can't believe that in just a matter of 3 days i have decided to go with what my heart has been telling me to do since graduation: pack my bags and leave. i don't know why but i feel that i am finally making the right decision now. and i am ever glad that my parents are always willing to support their wiggly child no matter how indecisive she gets on most days. i wish i have thought about this right after my so called hiatus but everything seemed to be fine back then to be honest. but on some days like today, i feel like my life is moving so slow and i will never be able to keep up with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;indecisions. indecisions. how do we make them stop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/1835715465943533753-3416959282243074593?l=takemethereplease.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/feeds/3416959282243074593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1835715465943533753&amp;postID=3416959282243074593' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3416959282243074593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1835715465943533753/posts/default/3416959282243074593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://takemethereplease.blogspot.com/2007/07/sick-afternoon.html' title='sick afternoon'/><author><name>anne</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
