<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425</id><updated>2009-11-06T21:49:17.689+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Myriad of Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-4115612322806022781</id><published>2009-10-23T22:47:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T12:00:10.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johan'/><title type='text'>DON'T BREAK THE RULE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SuHH_OvBIUI/AAAAAAAABGs/fiwWk5VesrI/s1600-h/8335_183228259114_534409114_3801975_4607421_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 243px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395813717667553602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SuHH_OvBIUI/AAAAAAAABGs/fiwWk5VesrI/s400/8335_183228259114_534409114_3801975_4607421_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I come down with a cold. And I'm taking medicine so I opted to take a raincheck in breastfeeding. When I went home last night, my little one was sleeping. So I uttered a prayer to say "thank you." I have been sleep-deprived these days,so if little Johan will do away with his sleep pattern it would be a great relief on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've eaten my midnight snack and had taken a shower when my little one felt that I'm home already. Yeah! He's wide awake. I thought he needed feeding so I gave him a formula milk. Though he was kind of upset and cried really hard like he was bitten by someone and I panicked. I was left with no choice but to breatfeed because I thought it's the only way to soothe him. And yeah he stopped crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little one seems to get accustomed to our routine because I make it a rule to breastfeed him whenever I'm home. And so he's crying was like telling me that I violated the rule.^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" border="0" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" height="61" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-4115612322806022781?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4115612322806022781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=4115612322806022781&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/4115612322806022781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/4115612322806022781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/10/dont-break-rule.html' title='DON&apos;T BREAK THE RULE'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SuHH_OvBIUI/AAAAAAAABGs/fiwWk5VesrI/s72-c/8335_183228259114_534409114_3801975_4607421_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-4715734095283737835</id><published>2009-10-20T22:18:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T22:46:58.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Johan'/><title type='text'>Hodge-Podge</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today's my payday, so I've got enough nerve to shop for my little one. I am fascinated by just merely strolling and checking out fancy clothes for young ones. Although it's not so practical to splurge money on our little one's clothes since he will just outgrow everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm lying if I'm going to say everything is fine these days. I'm sleep-deprived. But don't get me wrong I'm not very melancholic about it because I enjoy being the mother of Johan. I'm overwhelmed with the new responsibilities that I have to carry on. I know I can manage to juggle everything. &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 331px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394698083707053394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/St3RUyXW5VI/AAAAAAAABGk/HoE5jIQFAxU/s400/8335_183228264114_534409114_3801976_7162176_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;ON MY LITTLE ONE'S MILESTONES&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;And oh this is amazing I heard him giggle the first time! It was pretty quick and abrupt though. He's 10 weeks old now. It's funny to share that he got startled at his own fart. ^^ He was able to sleep on his side when he was less than a month which is awesome. ^^&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" border="0" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" height="61" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-4715734095283737835?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4715734095283737835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=4715734095283737835&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/4715734095283737835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/4715734095283737835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/10/hodge-podge.html' title='Hodge-Podge'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/St3RUyXW5VI/AAAAAAAABGk/HoE5jIQFAxU/s72-c/8335_183228264114_534409114_3801976_7162176_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-8533192764121341976</id><published>2009-10-04T20:10:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T23:21:43.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, just making the most of the remaining days of my internet connection at home. In a few days, I'll be saying goodbye to it. So ironic that the vigor and the drive to scribble just came into being when I've decided to cut my internet subcription. We will be moving from Makati to Sucat if God will grant us and He will allow us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to confess, narrate and relate that I don't know where to start. Perhaps this picture could paint a thousand words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388718883960594258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SsiTRjjpH1I/AAAAAAAABGc/uGxygvud3EM/s400/announcemrnt.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" border="0" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" height="61" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-8533192764121341976?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/8533192764121341976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=8533192764121341976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/8533192764121341976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/8533192764121341976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/10/well-just-making-most-of-remaining-days.html' title=''/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SsiTRjjpH1I/AAAAAAAABGc/uGxygvud3EM/s72-c/announcemrnt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-6037187547340404218</id><published>2009-06-16T06:54:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:03:27.075+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>RAMBLINGS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Got up early this morning to do my routine. Honestly, there's nothing much to do this morning. I did some readings and stumble upon a nice write-ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They said life is transient. You'll never know what lies ahead. The future remains to be seen. Along the way, there will be tons of twist and turns and several bumps on the road. But what matters most is how you get up on your knees.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRUE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been itching to shop and mapped out to do it last Monday. But I was so lazy to get up early. You know I have a crazy schedule I start work at 2:40 PM so normally I go window shopping in the morning before heading to work. It's already Thursday and the budget for the shopping spree is running out (too bad).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-6037187547340404218?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6037187547340404218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=6037187547340404218&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/6037187547340404218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/6037187547340404218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/06/ramblings.html' title='RAMBLINGS'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-2606647113404919194</id><published>2009-05-28T18:35:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T18:49:57.397+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>JUST A THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I feel that I'm completely inundated with His love. Though I've known it for a long time, skepticism just come my way. I've came across with so many inspiring stories of fights that were won, struggles that were beaten and difficulties that were overcome. It amazed me. Though I'm somewhat numb to feel that it can too happen to me. I have this kind of ambiguous feeling of winning a battle but still hope to win. I still do my best to grab the victor's crown. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm. I need to give myself a good treat but not this time. Yeah, I can wait. Hope I could travel this year. Hope I could explore the Earth more. I miss mountain climbing. I miss travelling. I miss going to places I've never been too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to have a good breakfast by the ocean. I'm musing on danggit and chorizo from my very own Cebu. love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-2606647113404919194?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2606647113404919194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=2606647113404919194&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2606647113404919194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2606647113404919194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-thought.html' title='JUST A THOUGHT'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-458578694436809866</id><published>2009-04-24T15:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T15:57:04.770+08:00</updated><title type='text'>COMING OUT OF MY SHELL</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Loads are becoming lighter these days. I'm not that cranky anymore. I've realized that the darker side of the world has been my abode for a long time. The future always scares me. I'm constantly worried about tomorrow. There are numerous "WHAT IFs" in my mind. Nightmare has been hounding me at night. Until one day I stumble upon a certain website. The title goes this way: How to attain true happiness. I skimmed through it and was enlightened by it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just glad that GOD really works in mysterious ways. He wants me to wake up from a deep sleep. Finally, I can see the light at the end of the tunnel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-458578694436809866?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/458578694436809866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=458578694436809866&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/458578694436809866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/458578694436809866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/04/coming-out-of-my-shell.html' title='COMING OUT OF MY SHELL'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-1180435313048206281</id><published>2009-04-21T18:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T13:04:58.557+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>I'M BLOGGING AGAIN!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'm so guilty of neglecting this blog for a while. There's something filling up my freetime these days. It's PET SOCIETY from facebok. It's kinda childish maybe but my colleagues are just mad about it! We love playing it. ^^ Here's my pet Brianna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/Se2dEQ4eyWI/AAAAAAAABGU/C8zKDdm1bds/s1600-h/brianna.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327086630826068322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 239px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/Se2dEQ4eyWI/AAAAAAAABGU/C8zKDdm1bds/s400/brianna.bmp" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so fun. It's so easy-peasy to play. You just need to play with the ball, jumping rope and hurdle to collect money. Visiting friends and walking through the trees are easy ways to collect mollah as well. Then you can buy stuff for your house and clothes too. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I will try to update my blog as much as possible. I'll make it a habit to visit my blogger friends too. ^^ See you around! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-1180435313048206281?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1180435313048206281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=1180435313048206281&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1180435313048206281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1180435313048206281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-so-guilty-of-neglecting-this-blog.html' title='I&apos;M BLOGGING AGAIN!'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/Se2dEQ4eyWI/AAAAAAAABGU/C8zKDdm1bds/s72-c/brianna.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-7797153780708587004</id><published>2009-03-03T15:54:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-03T16:22:49.332+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M IN A BAD MOOD</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Can't figure out what to write about today. I just feel like blogging again since I got lotsa freetime. Don't know if I'm gonna rant about the black and white heads that made me grumpy today. I hate looking at my face! Skin color is pale. Zits are all around my forehead. White heads and black heads scattered around my nose. I hate it! Can't just head to the nearest beauty bar and buy a magic formula for my face. Can't even drink coffee, soda or junk food! What a sacrifice. Do you know why?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-7797153780708587004?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/7797153780708587004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=7797153780708587004&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/7797153780708587004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/7797153780708587004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-in-bad-mood.html' title='I&apos;M IN A BAD MOOD'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-1268285269327684286</id><published>2009-02-25T21:06:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T16:20:49.843+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>ENJOYING WEEKEND</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Just want to have a quick post.^^ Weekend was quite full. mmmm wait I think not that much. I was just savoring my precious nap last Saturday which was a blessing. I haven't gotten a nap in three months now. My weekend is always loaded with stuff to do. My mama and papa came all the way from Cebu to be with us. They stayed for 6 days and 6 nights. Too bad they had to leave quickly, they haven't gone to places that we'd plan to go, in fact I only spent two days with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We attended mass in Our Lady of Lourdes in &lt;a href="http://www.tagaytay.com/"&gt;Tagaytay &lt;/a&gt;. We wanted to take a peek at &lt;a href="http://www.travelph.com/resorts/tagaytay/"&gt;Picnic Groove &lt;/a&gt;but it's was already dark when the mass ended. What a heck! We've brought some food pa naman to munch while we enjoy the view. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-1268285269327684286?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1268285269327684286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=1268285269327684286&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1268285269327684286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1268285269327684286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/02/enjoying-weekend.html' title='ENJOYING WEEKEND'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-6748875404950652011</id><published>2009-02-17T15:26:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:35:31.471+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have been restless these days. Numerous things filing up my mind. My calvary has just started...again. I managed to free my mind from this though it left me so soon. Now, I'm back again in the hole I gravely hated to go into. I can't do anything but to face the music...and whisper a prayer to my Dear Friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-6748875404950652011?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/6748875404950652011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=6748875404950652011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/6748875404950652011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/6748875404950652011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/02/back-again.html' title='BACK AGAIN'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-5583780522446719814</id><published>2009-02-12T18:28:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T15:33:37.518+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and rave'/><title type='text'>ON STARTING ANEW</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, I've gained ample energy to start scribbling again. It's been a long day. I'm out of sorts that I mess up at work today. So much had happened to me. First, we already found our dream apartment. I said "dream" because we have been on the look out for an affordable, nice and accessible abode to my workplace. And, we just got lucky. It's just one jeepney ride and it will only take about 15 minutes to work. Second, I've got my internet connection reinstalled. I payed Php 1450.00 for the relocation which is contrary to the statement given by person I've talked to in smartbro wireless center. He said I have to pay Php 2500.00. I just can't fathom why in the world he needed to discourage me to relocate my antenna. I couldn't be more pissed off if that's the only thing they've done. When they installed it last November 2008, they asked me to pay for the pole which I was a bit hesitant since I've got so many friends using their internet service but didn't pay a dime. To my dismay, straight from the horses mouth they said I shouldn't have payed since it's for free. Now, they're on the process of investigating the culprit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;--------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I couldn't really tell if things are in the right places now. I don't even have time to think. I'm just scared because my year's forecast is not favorable. Let's watch and see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-5583780522446719814?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5583780522446719814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=5583780522446719814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/5583780522446719814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/5583780522446719814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/02/on-starting-anew.html' title='ON STARTING ANEW'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-2596425768819211870</id><published>2009-01-20T17:30:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:01:57.891+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='event'/><title type='text'>ABOUT THE BIG DAY</title><content type='html'>My wedding will be this coming Feb. 18. It would just be a simple civil wedding. It's a mutual decision. We were thinking that the money that will be spent for a wondeful church wedding will be a good start to buy stuff that we direly need. Though at first it didn't suit me for the thought that every woman dream on walking down the aisle to exchange vows with the one they love, dressed in white, long gown along with people gazing in awe, keeps hounding me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For practical reasons, I shifted my thought from that point of view to a more pragmatic side. My papa and mama along with my younger brother will be coming from Cebu that will complete the puzzle. Everything is settled now, we're just waiting for the big day. I can't just turn my back from work that Jowel did most of the requirements we need for the wedding. We initially thought of having it here in Makati since I resided here for quite long time. But it would be so laborious coz I need to get a voter's ID first so it finally laid down in Caloocan (Jowel's place). Everything seems blur to me. I can't picture a scene on that day. I hope it'll go well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-2596425768819211870?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2596425768819211870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=2596425768819211870&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2596425768819211870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2596425768819211870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/01/about-big-day.html' title='ABOUT THE BIG DAY'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-773629896638055621</id><published>2009-01-12T20:21:00.018+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:51:49.402+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWtRMiI2GAI/AAAAAAAABFY/3aNpEyTaHMA/s1600-h/DSC01162+copy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290411463040964610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWtRMiI2GAI/AAAAAAAABFY/3aNpEyTaHMA/s200/DSC01162+copy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christmas and New Year just passed by so quickly. I have been scanting with my updates these days. That's what I'm guilty of, plus I'm also delinquent in visiting my ka-bloggers. I really apologize guys. I've got a part time job in the morning. That's as early as 5 til 9 am. Then I'll doze off for two hours and head on to my full time job which starts at 1:45 til 11 PM. This routine runs from Monday to Friday, of course weekends are spent doing household chores and other important stuff. Let me tell you a bit of my Christmas holiday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEC. 25, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I had a blast with my family as usual. Every minute was f&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWx6_szlYGI/AAAAAAAABFg/e1k_XqNDaZs/s1600-h/Picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290738897031356514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWx6_szlYGI/AAAAAAAABFg/e1k_XqNDaZs/s200/Picture.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;un-filled. I couldn't afford to miss Christmas and New Year with them. Guess what! I had a White Christmas! Yes I had! Believe me! We went to Snow World in Start City. Though the crowded place was a pain in the neck, it was worth the long wait. I queued for twooooo hours. No cameras are allowed inside so we have to fall in line againnn for picture taking. We were dead tired when we got home. I paid for all-rides ticket but I ended up availing only three rides. The queue in every rides were terribly longgg (well what do you expect). Though I considered it as one of my best Christmases, I won't step out of the house again next Christmas. ^^&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-773629896638055621?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/773629896638055621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=773629896638055621&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/773629896638055621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/773629896638055621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-favorite-time-of-year.html' title='MY FAVORITE TIME OF THE YEAR'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWtRMiI2GAI/AAAAAAAABFY/3aNpEyTaHMA/s72-c/DSC01162+copy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-2534013074810509841</id><published>2009-01-09T22:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T22:59:33.328+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>CHANGING THE TUNE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;There will be &lt;strong&gt;major&lt;/strong&gt; changes in my life this year. Before the great revelation, I'm so grateful for the previous year's bountiful blessings. I always thought that I'm constantly showered with upheavals. Days and months would not be completed without problems pestering me. Shortcomings always come my way. I was so sick and tired of it. I can't just put myself to a good sleep without musing on ways to ease off everything. But God is so good. He always touches my heart and leads me always to His way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I'll be getting married soon. I'll say goodbye to singleness and will embrace a more challenging role. It could be tough to get there. But I'll be fine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Happy weekend!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-2534013074810509841?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2534013074810509841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=2534013074810509841&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2534013074810509841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2534013074810509841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/01/changing-tune.html' title='CHANGING THE TUNE'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-5470029578634976507</id><published>2009-01-09T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T08:13:11.695+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='events'/><title type='text'>It's about time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWaWdoLqIkI/AAAAAAAABFA/btMpn4kD7rg/s1600-h/wedding_ring_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289080248139915842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWaWdoLqIkI/AAAAAAAABFA/btMpn4kD7rg/s400/wedding_ring_4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5737228160591086425-5470029578634976507?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5470029578634976507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=5470029578634976507&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/5470029578634976507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/5470029578634976507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s about time'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SWaWdoLqIkI/AAAAAAAABFA/btMpn4kD7rg/s72-c/wedding_ring_4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-2753258201113205656</id><published>2008-12-24T09:20:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T16:52:09.915+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>FROM MYRIAD OF THOUGHTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SVGPFettvDI/AAAAAAAABE4/n-UuVW2_rLo/s1600-h/xmas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283161162189225010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SVGPFettvDI/AAAAAAAABE4/n-UuVW2_rLo/s400/xmas.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/5737228160591086425-2753258201113205656?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2753258201113205656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=2753258201113205656&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2753258201113205656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2753258201113205656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-myriad-of-thoughts.html' title='FROM MYRIAD OF THOUGHTS'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VdtQTRbr2qQ/SVGPFettvDI/AAAAAAAABE4/n-UuVW2_rLo/s72-c/xmas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-2228176337653750240</id><published>2008-12-17T20:25:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T09:53:17.832+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>YOU HAVE TO WRITE AGAIN, OK?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It took a while to finally convince myself to write out tonight before December ends. I'm so unfair to my dear blog that these past few months ago I'm so tired out scribbling and venting here. First, my internet connection here in my apartment is so sluggish that it'll take 10 years to open a single website. Second, I have a part time job now so I can't just spare sometime to stay long in front of my computer. On the weekends, I treat myself to bed until the middle of the day. And when I get up, I need to prepare my lunch, clean up my messy messy room, do my laundry. I usually wash my clothes except for the ones I use at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other note, things are going back to normal these days. I got used to my new office building. This building is so gross. Sorry for the word but I can't think of any other adjective to describe it. Or maybe because I'm used to our old cozy and spacious office. Well this sacrifice is the aftermath of a storm that devastated our beloved company. We were enjoying everything about the office then when something unexpected exploded, hence we need to move out illegally from the building the company rented. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;more kwento next time...^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-2228176337653750240?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2228176337653750240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=2228176337653750240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2228176337653750240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2228176337653750240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/12/you-have-to-write-again-ok.html' title='YOU HAVE TO WRITE AGAIN, OK?'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-1312358967373657919</id><published>2008-11-25T12:16:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:02:57.090+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and rave'/><title type='text'>HAPPINESS VANISHED INTO THIN AIR</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I hate to think but life is so unpredictable. One minute you're up and after single second you're down. I'm not sure if it's right to hate these two people. I completely understand why such action was opted to be the last resort. But, they could have done something that do not harm others. I wish I could put everything to writing. It's a long story that I could make a book. Pride is at the top of it all. If only people learn to humble themselves. If only people think twice before they jumped. Why I could never live a peaceful life. I don't understand it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I don't......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-1312358967373657919?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1312358967373657919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=1312358967373657919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1312358967373657919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1312358967373657919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/happiness-vanished-into-thin-air.html' title='HAPPINESS VANISHED INTO THIN AIR'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-3432063454005378224</id><published>2008-11-17T23:56:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T00:55:42.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FLOWERS BLOOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Alright, now I'm back. I mean literally, just got home from work. After long days of silence...................................................... Mounds of things happened to me. Pleasant things actually. These few months ago, I've just realized how enourmous God's love to me is. I've got a better job! Jowel got his license and he's now a bonafide Customs Broker. We're working on a small business of ours this time. Everything is smooth sailing these days. I just hope God will allow me to enjoy it for sometime. I know that there's nothing permanent in this world. Anyway one more thing, before I forget, I'd like to greet Auntie Gina &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATULATIONS FOR TOPPING &lt;/strong&gt;the recent customs broker licensure exam. Yes, she's the TOP 2! To my dear friend, Sheena kodus for passing the LET. Cheers to you! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON BLOGGING...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What encourages me to blog before was, I was so depressed. I was unhappy with the way my life goes. I needed an outlet to vent out my frustrations. Now, I'm happy and contented but it seems like I lost the adrenaline rush in blogging that I used to feel before. ^^ But I'll try to rekindle the flame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT ABOUT SCHOOLING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop going to school for the meantime. Well, this is a different thing. It's not that I also lost my eagerness but mama witnessed the struggles I've been through between balancing work and school. It's tough that weekends are not spend in unwinding but rather I have to grapple to finish off some school works, sleep has never been completed and I usually get cranky. So, I opted to breath in a moment and go back as long as I recover.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That's all for now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-3432063454005378224?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3432063454005378224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=3432063454005378224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/3432063454005378224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/3432063454005378224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/11/flowers-bloom.html' title='FLOWERS BLOOM'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-2385527645131307244</id><published>2008-09-29T19:19:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:59:19.860+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>WHY</title><content type='html'>I'm walking alone in the desert...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking along some seeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pails of water with me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd love to sow the seeds...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dismay the plants is inept to survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the place where the soil is barren...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-2385527645131307244?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2385527645131307244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=2385527645131307244&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2385527645131307244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2385527645131307244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/why.html' title='WHY'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-4583686992742474304</id><published>2008-09-23T20:38:00.019+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T18:00:03.842+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>A BAD DREAM</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The title can tell. Last night I dreamt about my younger brother. I can't remember the whole stuff but what woke me up was the torment of lossing him. In that nightmare, he passed away. To tell you honestly, I like my younger brother so dearly...hence it was a bitter pill to swallow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That picture keeps on bugging my mind the whole day, I was wondering and wandering about the underlying meaning of my dream. I have never dreamt about losing a family member eversince. So, to chuck out the worries out of my brain, I figured to check it in &lt;a href="http://www.brilliantdreams.com/"&gt;http://www.brilliantdreams.com/&lt;/a&gt; and here is what I unleshed:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Death &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;To dream about the death of a loved one, suggests that you are lacking a certain aspect or quality that the loved one embodies. Ask yourself what makes this person special or what do you like about him. It is that very quality that you are lacking in your own relationship or circumstances. Alternatively, it indicates that whatever that person represents has no part in your own life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is definitely telling as it fits the situation. A couple of days ago I got furious at him. He sent me several text messages but I was not responding to it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-4583686992742474304?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/4583686992742474304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=4583686992742474304&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/4583686992742474304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/4583686992742474304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/bad-dream.html' title='A BAD DREAM'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-2804725104623209423</id><published>2008-09-16T22:27:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T12:58:17.501+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant and rave'/><title type='text'>COULD YOU BE MORE CIVILIZED?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Today's the first day of the workweek for me. I started the day right but suddenly I see red. I was on the elevator this morning around 10:00 o' clock. Lots of people were rushing through the elevator. I was already inside when somebody bumped with me causing me to step back and accidentally stepped on the witch's foot. I'm running late already that I was out of my mind. I was tracking the time, calculating if I can still make it to the office on time. With that thought, I didn't manage to apologize since I was a bit preoccupied when suddenly the witch grumbled &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Sorry ha! naapakan mo kasi ung paa ko!"&lt;/span&gt; I was startled and said sorry to her. But you know what! She's not satisfied with it and whinged, &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"Ngayon ka pa nagsorry!"&lt;/span&gt;Hello! What do you want me to do! Lech! Thanks I'm still in my lucid mind to maintain my composure. Hay buhay! As if it was really painful. I know it was not, I barely touched her toes noh! Good thing I was badly in a hurry that I couldn't afford to fall out with her, well anyway I'm not that type knowing that there other civilized people inside the elevator. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-2804725104623209423?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/2804725104623209423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=2804725104623209423&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2804725104623209423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/2804725104623209423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/could-you-be-more-civilized.html' title='COULD YOU BE MORE CIVILIZED?'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-5690705115162208932</id><published>2008-09-15T12:04:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:54:05.309+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buhay-buhay'/><title type='text'>ZIT??? DON'T TOUCH SAGA</title><content type='html'>THINGS I DIRELY NEED TO BLOG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Joel's fine. Thanks God. After all it's not serious as I was imagining. The doctor prescribed antibiotic and pain killer to him. After taking the medicine once, we immediately saw the effect. So there's no need to worry now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;Anyway, I'm at home today. It's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuseok"&gt;Chuseok&lt;/a&gt; or Thanksgiving Day in South Korea. This holiday has just arrived in the nick of time since I'm utterly dog-tired. I deserve a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;I have yet to accomplished 7 reaction papers (tsk...tsk...). I promised myself to wind up two of them last week but till now I'm still working on the first. Can't just figured out on what to write. Precisely, my mind is not working. How can I when I'm physically tired?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My roommate opted not to rent a room anymore. So I was compelled to get another yet more expensive room. Well, that one I didn't expect to happen. Anyway, life's really unpredictable, as they say it's full of surprises. By now, I have to learn to live my life in solitude. I won't go down into details about my new room simply because I don't like it and will never like it but have to take it since I am left with no choices. I'm set to get another room next month. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-5690705115162208932?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/5690705115162208932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=5690705115162208932&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/5690705115162208932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/5690705115162208932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/zit-dont-touch-saga.html' title='ZIT??? DON&apos;T TOUCH SAGA'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-1614499788514111422</id><published>2008-09-12T21:45:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:55:15.078+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kikayness'/><title type='text'>ZIT??? DON'T TOUCH IT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Joel got a zit on his face beside his lips. I've read from Reader's Digest that baking soda will dry off a pimple. So, I dabbed a generous amount of baking soda to Joel's pimple which he complained to be aching. I told him to just endure the pain, and I also thought that was just normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unluckily, the pimple got infected and now it gets worse and worse. The small zit now looks like a boil on his face. Now I learned a lesson not to rely on home remedies it might not do any good as it did to others. I'm really scared and worried since I once saw it on TV that we shouldn't popped our pimples near the T-zone coz it could led to a serious problem [anyway his is not in the T-zone area]. He's set to see a doctor tomorrow. Hope he'll be fine. I read cases related to it over the net. I felt relieved because their cases are almost similar to Joel's but then again it was not that severe. Though it will take a significant amount of time for it to be healed. Hope he'll be safe...[God pls. help]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-1614499788514111422?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/1614499788514111422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=1614499788514111422&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1614499788514111422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/1614499788514111422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/zit-dont-touch-it.html' title='ZIT??? DON&apos;T TOUCH IT'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5737228160591086425.post-3200474452999427300</id><published>2008-09-09T23:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T13:30:51.025+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION</title><content type='html'>My dear blogger friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opted to replace my oldie template for a change. Please bear with me as the construction is still in progress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks. Keep on visiting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 358px; HEIGHT: 45px" height="61" alt="myspace layouts, myspace codes, glitter graphics" src="http://dl3.glitter-graphics.net/pub/322/322173ul1svytggs.gif" width="425" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5737228160591086425-3200474452999427300?l=barbraanne.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/feeds/3200474452999427300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5737228160591086425&amp;postID=3200474452999427300&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/3200474452999427300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5737228160591086425/posts/default/3200474452999427300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://barbraanne.blogspot.com/2008/09/site-under-construction.html' title='SITE UNDER CONSTRUCTION'/><author><name>bb_ANN</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13522612703926131795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='09270283455192817228'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry></feed>