<?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-213096480320117249</id><updated>2012-03-08T05:32:15.246-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Friends'/><category term='Life'/><category term='For the guy who must not be named'/><category term='CPA'/><category term='Maze Park'/><category term='Leennaeus'/><category term='personal'/><category term='little things called love'/><category term='Love'/><category term='School'/><category term='Mine'/><title type='text'>Faint of Hearts</title><subtitle type='html'>This is my wall of freedom, speaking out from the voice within.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-5695291145710919931</id><published>2012-03-08T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-08T05:32:15.258-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mine'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Subtle&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;A love that is mystery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Emotionless, intangible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;It haunts me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Actions seem to loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;No words spoken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Yet cared much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Reading your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Seeking to whom it beats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hoping it was me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;A vague feeling within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Filled with hesitation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Inexpressive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Or maybe I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;A love that can't be mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Fixed and bruised.&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/213096480320117249-5695291145710919931?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/5695291145710919931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/subtle-love-that-is-mystery-emotionless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/5695291145710919931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/5695291145710919931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/subtle-love-that-is-mystery-emotionless.html' title=''/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-1429856673224214339</id><published>2012-03-06T04:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T04:31:51.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BURN (echos cover with binxxoxo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One of those crazy things we did last summer with Superfriends. HAHA. Heto yong isa sa mga trips namin during our OJT days. Pagbigyan nyo na po ang aming mga kabaliwan. Waleey lang talga magawa. Sarreh naman! And btw, I miss this! And ligid po sa inyong kaalaman, sa SM po yan, sa may &lt;i&gt;Quantium&lt;/i&gt; section. Parang may gig lang e noh? HAHA :p Akalain nyo yon kinaya yon ng guts namin. Hahahaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/7qv0kFIeYyU/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qv0kFIeYyU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7qv0kFIeYyU&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-1429856673224214339?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/1429856673224214339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/burn-echos-cover-with-binxxoxo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/1429856673224214339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/1429856673224214339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/burn-echos-cover-with-binxxoxo.html' title='BURN (echos cover with binxxoxo)'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-3931411430895479200</id><published>2012-03-04T02:23:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-06T03:35:48.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday CBAA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Our dear College of Business Administration is celebrating it's 49th foundation day last February 23, 2012. Sad to say, this will be our last college foundation day experience in undergrad. And I feel sorry though for I was not able to give my full participation in the said college activities because we've been busy in our major subjects. And we did also our application for grad. Alhamdulillah. Mission Accomplished. I missed a lot during that day especially the inspiring speech of &lt;i&gt;Sir Moj&lt;/i&gt;. Tss. It's okay. Sighs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But hey! We were looking forward to the day that we will also celebrate for the same reason but not as students anymore but an alumni instead. And by that time, our names are tailed with those three letters 'CPA'. In shaa Allah. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLJ3lrA96dY/T1MvLd_ISlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DyQ9mfpqBT0/s1600/DSC_0911.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLJ3lrA96dY/T1MvLd_ISlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DyQ9mfpqBT0/s400/DSC_0911.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;The Parade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbDOUViPdN8/T1Mw-7a7mvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JO2HKL37_LQ/s1600/DSC_0881.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vbDOUViPdN8/T1Mw-7a7mvI/AAAAAAAAAGY/JO2HKL37_LQ/s400/DSC_0881.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;'te sal, Pew2, XY, Aye, Ako and Hata&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ixZynhgJY0/T1M0jMriJbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bv_AtwBxIHI/s1600/DSC_0889.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--ixZynhgJY0/T1M0jMriJbI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Bv_AtwBxIHI/s400/DSC_0889.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Jam, Bhong, Sief, Beyb and Odjie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDL_YZXP2L4/T1M8om6TQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/IsWsrWCWTew/s1600/DSC_0895.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zDL_YZXP2L4/T1M8om6TQ3I/AAAAAAAAAGw/IsWsrWCWTew/s400/DSC_0895.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Vincent, Aye, Jeeroach, Ranee, Arkhe &amp;amp; Jaymon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPFFdrcwepo/T1M-yHfIu4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/TCv5OIjA3NQ/s1600/DSC_0988.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="267" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iPFFdrcwepo/T1M-yHfIu4I/AAAAAAAAAG4/TCv5OIjA3NQ/s400/DSC_0988.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;With the new &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;CPAs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z_ZLwv9eN0/T1NAiuL2xzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lfQXSr7JHXY/s1600/cbaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Z_ZLwv9eN0/T1NAiuL2xzI/AAAAAAAAAHA/lfQXSr7JHXY/s1600/cbaa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;And of course! The best part of the day was, when the faculties and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;the students were about to let go of the balloons! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Indeed, HAPPY CBAA!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: HelveticaNeue, 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;☺&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-3931411430895479200?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/3931411430895479200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/happy-birthday-cbaa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3931411430895479200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3931411430895479200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/happy-birthday-cbaa.html' title='Happy Birthday CBAA!'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-gLJ3lrA96dY/T1MvLd_ISlI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/DyQ9mfpqBT0/s72-c/DSC_0911.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-3198088130267932305</id><published>2012-03-01T12:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-01T12:16:56.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'til we meet again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;One of the best moments had happened during our last convention in &lt;i&gt;Camiguin&lt;/i&gt; was reuniting with my OJT mates again. I could only get to see them at times like this. &amp;nbsp;It's sad though because that is our last convention experience in RFJPIA. We will never gather events like this anymore. &amp;gt;_&amp;lt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;I wonder when will be the time our roads will cross again. Maybe, we will meet at some future time when we're already become a CPA. Or may be then at the review center. We never know. Hihi.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="clear: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMNCHjTCf3Q/T0_NG2PEl3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lR86bF6dfo0/s1600/426113_2723562647953_1223726003_32385275_578690445_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMNCHjTCf3Q/T0_NG2PEl3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lR86bF6dfo0/s400/426113_2723562647953_1223726003_32385275_578690445_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ken, Claui, Me, Yong and Frias&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3ACT4pmmHA/T0_OMv0MSrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6pwFrW--tIM/s1600/409042_2723547407572_1223726003_32385230_1284284976_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-x3ACT4pmmHA/T0_OMv0MSrI/AAAAAAAAAFw/6pwFrW--tIM/s400/409042_2723547407572_1223726003_32385230_1284284976_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;There, meet my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bossy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He's one of my closest friends I gain from my OJT experience. Our &lt;i&gt;PICPA&lt;/i&gt; days where it all begins, the bossy-yaya relationship. I'm glad though that up to now, we still able to keep that friendship. I couldn't thank God enough for having a friend like him. And if i'll tell you things about him, it would take me a thousand years to finish it. This space isn't enough. Hahaha! He's nostalgic. Period. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-RYWaIilyw/T0_TTgy3WVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yEvhquzAiWI/s1600/507697803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_-RYWaIilyw/T0_TTgy3WVI/AAAAAAAAAGI/yEvhquzAiWI/s400/507697803.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's inside? A &lt;i&gt;scarf&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A post-dated birthday gift from him. Hahaa! I was really surprised na scarf ang laman nyan. Sobrang natouch lang ako sa thought na he give me a scarf which signifies a lot to me. Y'know a scarf symbolizes for who I am as a Muslim lady. And what more captivates me is knowing that he accept me for who I am despite our religion differences. Thank you really. Amazing people like him are worth keeping.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Dear Bossy,&amp;nbsp;Just so you know you mean a lot to me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; text-align: left;"&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-3198088130267932305?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/3198088130267932305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/til-we-meet-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3198088130267932305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3198088130267932305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/03/til-we-meet-again.html' title='&apos;til we meet again'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dMNCHjTCf3Q/T0_NG2PEl3I/AAAAAAAAAFo/lR86bF6dfo0/s72-c/426113_2723562647953_1223726003_32385275_578690445_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-708169192914077394</id><published>2012-02-26T04:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T04:58:10.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Roads are Gonna Cross Again</title><content type='html'>ONE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;As what my mom had promised to me, she pay me of having an out-of-town short vacation with her. It’s already eleven thirty noon. The plane circled the airport twice and I felt the smooth dropping begin. The wheels bumped ground. The engines roared. As I look out the window, the terminal was just below and the temperature outside is far different from the chilliness I felt inside the plane. My mom began to handed down our bags as well as me stirred from excitement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;When the line of passengers began to move, we walked down to the aisle and out into the chute that led to terminal. Nate, a third degree cousin of mine, will meet us on the airport. As we emerged into the terminal, we looked for him in the crowd at the gate. My mom saw him and she waved at him. He began sidling his way towards us and just like the sort of thing most people do to arriving travelers, he  kissed and embraced my mom. I only glance at him warily and he said “Hey Stella, nice to see you again”. He carried our bags heading to the car. We walked the short distance to the car.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We’re on our way to Nate’s residence to where we are going to spend the rest of our stay here in Manila. So, as I was saying to myself earlier right after we laid down to the plane, I’m going to have a good stay in here. Then again, welcome to the nostalgic city.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We drove the few miles in silence, listening to the old songs had been playing in the radio. I just stare outside the window and gazing every view on the road, the buildings and the like. It took almost 2 hours of arriving home yet I haven’t feel any starvation may be because of the warm pleasure I felt.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We’re only a few of remaining blocks away. Tita Lily, Nate’s mom, meet us halfway from the gate. She held out her arms in welcome and hugged me, pressing her face against mine. She told us tenderly “Welcome home!”.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;---------------------------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This is something I wrote a year ago and until now I haven't finish it. lol. I almost forgot how the plot is going to be like. Poor me! Oh well, I'll save it here just so in case my nerves want to make some add-ups to this fiction-attempts of mine. Hahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-708169192914077394?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/708169192914077394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-roads-are-gonna-cross-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/708169192914077394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/708169192914077394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-roads-are-gonna-cross-again.html' title='Our Roads are Gonna Cross Again'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-5853826345156160977</id><published>2012-02-22T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T02:37:38.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Skips A Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This season of love is about to end. How was yours? Was it happily in love, desperately broken, getting complicated, staying single or let me insert the new so-called relationship status &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Unofficially yours to someone'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;? Tehee. For sure, there were many who could relate to the last status I am referring to because even me can relate though. Admit it, I know right. Uh-huh! Eliminate the word M.U., laos na yan e &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;'&lt;i&gt;Malabong Ugnayan'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; puwede pa siguro. Hahaa! Unofficially yours na daw ngayon. Chos lang.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Oh well, this is not the main issue that I'm trying to blab about not even the movie of John Lloyd and Angel. I haven't watch it yet. Harhar. K. Let me have this night to share some tidbits of my crazy-little-thing-called-love stories. Tsaar! Cause tomorrow I might drop out my heart from this illusion. lol.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I have started this month with love and love and love. Never-ending love. lol. I'm receiving too much love from my family and friends. What's more funnier is when you are being treated special by an unexpected person who came to be someone special to you also. Haaaar! So, let me start this with a text message from my lola, it says:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;'Slm 2 u. OLE, KMSTk jan camign. Pumunta ako bhy nu monday wl kau ni BB, AKALA mO nakakalimutan ko kau. D2 me Byang fyn nshaALLAH. Lv u.'.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;She thought I'm still at Camiguin that time. Uhm,that was the first very heart-warming sweet message I ever received during the first day of the month. Wala lang, that was the first time kasi that my Ina tell me those words 'I LOVE YOU' kahit shortcut ang pagkakasabi, kinulang man ng letter 'u', it still means a lot. Hahaha! WINNER! :""&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And then, Wedenesday noon, I wake up from a short nap, someone's left me a message in my inbox. Another awe-inspiring message. Teheee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;He: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;It's nice to start this month reading a letter from someone so special to me. It feels like heaven reading those sweet, comforting words! Thank you so much to my _____ for the love, care and friendship! You will always be in my heart. :&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Awww. After reading, I was like can I jump my heart out for joy now? Hahaa! Sobrang natouch lang ako sa sinabi niya. Plus, can I quote and quote those words 'someone SO special to me'. Oh! That's too much. That overwhelming feeling when you are special to someone special. &lt;i&gt;Pamahaw&amp;nbsp;Espesyal &lt;/i&gt;ang show&lt;i&gt;! &lt;/i&gt;:p My heart skips a beat then. Har har har.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I give him a letter. A letter that he requested to me. Request granted naman. HAHAHA. I was a bit too shy to give it to him. Mushy words are flowing which is so not me. Hahaa! For the record, he's the only man so far na nabigyan ko ng letter. As in. To my surprise, he actually took a photo of it. Nakita ko lang sa album niya. HAHA. Thanks to you. &amp;lt;I hope you know not about this blog.&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5omTCtff0bM/T0UF2ZZdf1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/x6_8SsxnrHo/s1600/417216_2723260480399_1223726003_32384989_299499349_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5omTCtff0bM/T0UF2ZZdf1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/x6_8SsxnrHo/s400/417216_2723260480399_1223726003_32384989_299499349_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;"Love and Respect, flower on the same branch."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;There's reason behind those words which I can't barely share. :p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On the Day of Hearts, I almost forgot that on 14th it's Valentines day not until he greet me the night before. &amp;nbsp;He did greet me again early morning. Ayeee. Yeeees, cheese balls start pouring over my head again. Hahaha! Little things that make you special, it's crazy! HAHAHA. But hey, I don't celebrate heart's day. I just want to cherish the feeling that I am remembered during that day. Weeeh. And I might sing as well this short line, &lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'm trying hard not to resist a joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;My heart skips a bit.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; hahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhoo, beyond those actions, I don't want to expect anything from him although he did a lot of things that really makes me feel I'm loved. Cause If I expect, I just might invite disappointments in which in the end that's too hard to handle. So, better not to. I just want to keep and enjoy what we have right now. I'm happy knowing that I occupy some space in his heart. May it be small or big. I don't bother so long as he do. So long as we're special friends, that will always matter. Nothing more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;He give me a purse with a 5-peso coin inside on it. I asked him, why did he left such. He said, when you give a purse or wallet to someone, you should put any value in it. Aww. Rest assured, I'll keep it the way he have value me. Tsaaar! :)) &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Somehow, I thank him for making my heart skipped a beat! At least, in a very odd way, pinapakilig niya ako. lol &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I MISS YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-5853826345156160977?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/5853826345156160977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-heart-skips-beat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/5853826345156160977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/5853826345156160977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-heart-skips-beat.html' title='My Heart Skips A Beat'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5omTCtff0bM/T0UF2ZZdf1I/AAAAAAAAAFg/x6_8SsxnrHo/s72-c/417216_2723260480399_1223726003_32384989_299499349_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-6015218507912776983</id><published>2012-02-22T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-23T02:39:10.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the Come Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hooohooray! Holala! I'm so back! :"&amp;gt; I've been MIA since the last time I blogged. It's already been a month. So, did you miss me? Cause I miss you too like crazy. Harhar! Pardon me for being idle these days since my academic life consume too much of my time that almost hinders me from blogging more often.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hell days in school is almost killing me softly, kidding aside though!&amp;nbsp;But somehow, YES, it is making me physically, mentally and emotionally weak. Haha! Thanks to my body, mind and soul for not giving up on me. Graces to God. Keribels pa din! Inhale, exhale. Hahaa! K. Enough for bragging about school. I'm tired about it. There's no point of complaining when it's already become a routine. Anyway, our immunity system can safeguard though. Hahaha! I hope so. Whoa!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyways, too glad that tomorrow is our college foundation day. Meaning, classes are suspended! I couldn't thank enough the said event for having me this night with no worries for any acctg-related stuffs. Pause for acads muna, just tonight! Hyea! Cheers for that! So, lemme have this night to spare some thoughts with you on a separate post. This might be non-sense, WARNING. loljk!&amp;nbsp;I've miss a lot like really. Tsss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg_nw-rAohg/T0TxWJXBaVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J0jT8b7CKNU/s1600/photo0594.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg_nw-rAohg/T0TxWJXBaVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J0jT8b7CKNU/s320/photo0594.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Photo taken awhile ago right after I arrived home from school. Haggard much noh? Tsss. Plus, those itchy pimples. Hohoho! The prize of being stressed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hugs and kisses to y'all. &amp;lt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-6015218507912776983?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/6015218507912776983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/02/return-of-come-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/6015218507912776983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/6015218507912776983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/02/return-of-come-back.html' title='The Return of the Come Back'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Lg_nw-rAohg/T0TxWJXBaVI/AAAAAAAAAFY/J0jT8b7CKNU/s72-c/photo0594.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-3065186684057313944</id><published>2012-01-21T19:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T22:39:21.669-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Broken Love Tale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Good morning Sunday! I should have been in school today for a quiz but due to proctor's unavailability, quiz &amp;nbsp;have to be postponed. Cheers for that. So, here I am sitting in front of my lappy and will try to brag about something. Actually, I was planning to write about it since Friday night but then laziness strikes me always. Hahaa! I have to grab this chance to express or rant whatsoever. K. Enough for blah-blas. I'll start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, this isn't about me, it's someone else's love story. To be more specific, it's my &lt;i&gt;Kuya&lt;/i&gt;. I know I don't have the right to share my brotha's own sentiments nor do I have any idea what are they going through. Yet, at some point, it's like I felt the urge to share some stories behind what I've known. Feeling affected ako e. Sarreh kuya, di mo naman mababasa 'to e! :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;On a Friday noon, &lt;i&gt;Mamang&lt;/i&gt; called me &amp;nbsp;while I'm in the middle of a quiz in &lt;i&gt;MAS&lt;/i&gt;. I answered the call and asked her, 'why mom?' She asked, 'where are you now?' 'I'm at school nag-quiz ko, why man?', I replied. She added, 'I have to ask something sana'. And I curiously asked, 'ano yon? Itanong mo na.' Akala ko e kung anong emergency ang itatawag nya, yon pala e she'll just going to asked me the complete name of my Kuya's love of his life kasi nga may tumawag daw sa kanya na nakita nya yong name nong girl sa isang streamer for an engagement or the so called &lt;i&gt;'Dialaga'. &lt;/i&gt;I turned into the state of shock before I responded and absorbed everything what mom had relayed to me. And she asked again, 'Wala na ba sila? Bakit ganun?' Oh mom! I really don't know what to say for I really don't know. Tss.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And at the same time, nashock ako kay&lt;i&gt; mudra&lt;/i&gt;, I have come to learn that mom's is open-minded when it comes to that kind of issues so is with my father kasi pagdating na pagdating ko sa bahay e binalita din nya sa'kin. Siya mismo e nabasa yong streamer which is displayed somewhere in &lt;i&gt;Banggolo.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;Now I know. Hahaa!&amp;nbsp;By that way, that only means na affected din pala sila. It's only an implication na tanggap ni parents yong girl for my brother but then malalaman na lang namin na ikakasal na pala siya sa iba. Yes, engagement pa lang yon, pero parang ganun na din kasi yon e. Grabe lang, I can see in my parents' faces how sad they are for my brother. We are preoccupied with so many why's, like for real? Totohanan talaga? No joke?&amp;nbsp;Sighs.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;And now, I wonder how does he feel about it. The question is, does he already know? Tsk. That moment when I wanted to ask him all those questions but I lose the courage to do so. It's as if something holds me from asking for I and kuya, we're not that really open when it comes to our love stories. It's awkward, I know right. So, I just ended up stalking his Facebook account only to found out that he already know. I guess. Based on his profile pic which is a very-sad-with-heavy-tears emoticon, I could really say that he's damn broken-hearted man as of this moment. I could only imagine that he's heart is falling into pieces right now.&amp;nbsp;Oh, am I too exag?&amp;nbsp;Hihi.&amp;nbsp;Ang lungkot-lungkot lang.&amp;nbsp;If only I could give him some sort of comfort, I will. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, &lt;i&gt;Mamang&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;was trying to comfort him over phone calls. Then, kuya just shared that he already knew, the girl had already informed him since nong namanhikan yong guy. And mom's keep on interrogating, like bakit daw sya pumayag? Hindi ka ba nya mahintay? And so on and so fort. Sabi naman ni kuya, 'yon daw ang choice ng parents nya tsaka anong gagawin ko e wala pa kong work para mamanhikan?' Tssk. Naaaah, what more else is his choice, to accept and bear the pain??? Aww. Pero diba kung mahal mo naman ang isang tao you would fight for him. Pero waleey e. The girl never breaks her silence. Hinayaan na niya ang parents nya magdecide for her life. Tsss. I can't blame her then, I believe she has the reasons to. As what my father says, 'Naaah, andamanaya! Naba koris. Di pakanayaw so girl.' (Sorry to tell but it isn't their fate and the girl can't wait). Sana ganun lang kadaling tanggapin yon noh? Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There's also one thing I found out in his wall. He shared a link on which I think it goes for the girl. So, I might just posted the lyrics and the link as well for you to know. Tehee! Here's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&amp;amp;v=7DTnfWPtYRU"&gt;save those words&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by &lt;i&gt;lil Eddie&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;You look beautiful in white&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Standing there in front of your friends and all your family&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;And the man beside you 'bout to say 'I do"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;God wish that man was me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I can't keep silent any longer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-jq-nvZybo/TxuAN6z-mnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Pr8-WiSrwyU/s1600/368813_1172829726_2006364854_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-jq-nvZybo/TxuAN6z-mnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Pr8-WiSrwyU/s1600/368813_1172829726_2006364854_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I gotta speak now or forever hold my peace&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I only got few short seconds to make you change your mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;So baby listen to my plea&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you say those words, then you don't love me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;If you tell him you do, I'll just turn around and leave&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you still haven't said it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm here not to let it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I crashed, uninvited call me crazy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you say those words, then I'll just throw up my hands&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;If you go through with it, then he's the better man&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But you still haven't said it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;And I'm here not to let it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;My baby I'm beggin' please... Save those words for me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I finally came around to my senses&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've drove all night and here I am right now&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;With all these angry faces staring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;At this desperate look I'm wearing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Calling out your name and interrupting vows&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ouch! The song bites. Ramdam na ramdam na siguro nya yong kanta. As far as I know, they've been together for five years. Shets! Ang tagal na noh? It would have been acceptable pa sana if they have to fall apart because they fall out of love. But, in this case, hindi eh. What hurts the most is they can't be because they're not destined to be. After a long years of relationship, hindi pala kayo ang ending? Awww. Bitter!&amp;nbsp;Sometimes, fate is playful. It's sad though especially when you thought it will last when in the end it would end up nowhere.&amp;nbsp;Nakakapanghinayang lang din kasi yong pinagsamahan nyo. I mean, sa panahon ngayon, bihira lang yong relationships na nagtatagal. At ang masaklap pa dito, kung sino pa yong nagmamahal ng tunay e yon pa ang hindi tinadhana. Alam mo yong halos kalahati na ng buhay mo e binuhos mo na sa kanya tapos hahantong lang din pala sa wala. Hahay. Tss. Paano na lang yon pag nakita kayo in the future at maalala nyo yong mga panahong naging kayo, nyay, again AWKWARD! Oh well.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's heartbreaking, right?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Who says, it doesn't? For those who aren't in love yet, they might say that's too dumb unreasonable to be fooled and sicked of love. But hey, it's not. &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Love has no boundaries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;. When you're in pain, it is something that can't be cured over medicines. It takes time to heal those wounds and move on. And yet, life goes on. It doesn't have to end there. We never know, someone's waiting out there, it's just not yet the right time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-3065186684057313944?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/3065186684057313944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-tale-love-story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3065186684057313944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3065186684057313944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/01/tell-tale-love-story.html' title='Broken Love Tale'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c-jq-nvZybo/TxuAN6z-mnI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/Pr8-WiSrwyU/s72-c/368813_1172829726_2006364854_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-1329321798876648680</id><published>2012-01-20T05:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T05:08:43.987-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CPA'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJIruWZ2E6w/Txljl2dpB6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Oe0DMS3pk2Y/s1600/400954_10150550497299260_803819259_8881444_851889810_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJIruWZ2E6w/Txljl2dpB6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Oe0DMS3pk2Y/s1600/400954_10150550497299260_803819259_8881444_851889810_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;L-R: &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;Ako, Jaymon, Sir Jha, Hata and Binx&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This photo was taken yesterday while we having our break or shall I call it 'recess'? XD &lt;i&gt;Sir Jha&lt;/i&gt; approached us to took a photo with him. Hihi. I love how he tagged us in his FB account with the caption of&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;With the future CPAs. ^__^&lt;/i&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;Yes, we are. In shaa Allah. CPA to be. Months to go. And counting.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Seriously, I'm having a hard time dealing with this 'effin school tasks. Sleep deprived. Bombarded with everyday quizzes. Hectic schedule. Unpredictable instructors. Sssshhh. &amp;nbsp;A day is always a struggle to me since this last semester has started. Pheeew. And I hope I can get through everything of this. In shaa Allah. Anyhow, I am still feel blessed despite everything. Alhamdulillah. Let's make this a blast! Yeeeee!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-1329321798876648680?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/1329321798876648680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/01/l-r-ako-jaymon-sir-jha-hata-and-binx.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/1329321798876648680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/1329321798876648680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/01/l-r-ako-jaymon-sir-jha-hata-and-binx.html' title=''/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KJIruWZ2E6w/Txljl2dpB6I/AAAAAAAAAFI/Oe0DMS3pk2Y/s72-c/400954_10150550497299260_803819259_8881444_851889810_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-495105737919618979</id><published>2012-01-20T04:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T05:16:24.762-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Leennaeus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Maze Park'/><title type='text'>Leennaeus @ Maze Park</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Supposedly, we're planning for a year-end party but then it turned out to be a new year's party instead.&amp;nbsp;Last &lt;i&gt;January 8, 2012&lt;/i&gt;, &amp;nbsp;my high school classmates went to the beautiful place of &lt;i&gt;Maze Park &lt;/i&gt;somewhere&amp;nbsp;in &lt;i&gt;Iligan City&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;and spend some quality time together.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Sad to say, only few who were able to come like there were only eleven of us namely &lt;i&gt;Jam, Maei-mei, Sars (Bae), Matter, Sinan, Naif, Bakry, Jhun, Ar-ar, Beyb, and of course me, myself and I. &lt;/i&gt;But hey, the show must go on, we have to amuse ourselves. Hahaa! And yes, it was fun! Happiness,&amp;nbsp;happiness, happiness...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Of course, precious moment like this won't be complete without the picture taking part. Hahaa! So, here are some of them:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bQScZUiLeg/TxlVpjLceBI/AAAAAAAAADw/0DtwT7-h8is/s1600/383894_2855153533734_1106447827_32975944_212814205_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bQScZUiLeg/TxlVpjLceBI/AAAAAAAAADw/0DtwT7-h8is/s1600/383894_2855153533734_1106447827_32975944_212814205_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;So, kamusta naman ang uhaw sa pool? Hoho! Actually, I planned not to swim that time where in fact I haven't brought any bathing suits with me. With the thought of I can't be tamed by the pool, it's an epic failed! Good thing, jam have brought some extra clothes and yay, I'm saved. Hahaa! Oops, for the first time I have dive myself into 6.5 feet. Woooh! Sareeeeeh, I know I'm no swimmer! Loser. Can somebody of you will teach me how? Hahaa! :p&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gt8XzRi1fo/TxlW5YBoR0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RKsQFqNVxSw/s1600/DSC_1091.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1Gt8XzRi1fo/TxlW5YBoR0I/AAAAAAAAAEA/RKsQFqNVxSw/s1600/DSC_1091.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;By the way, each time I see a pool, it reminds me someone, that was the first and last time I did saw him swimming. And I was amazingly surprised how good swimmer he is. Superb. Pwede siya na lang magturo sa'kin? Tsss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOOLqHZQvWA/TxlV_NOzlCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lLY1SuNPgTE/s1600/AjHGWcwCMAAACce.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zOOLqHZQvWA/TxlV_NOzlCI/AAAAAAAAAD4/lLY1SuNPgTE/s1600/AjHGWcwCMAAACce.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;And because &lt;i&gt;Matter&lt;/i&gt; got the latest new iPhone4S, we tried Instagram. So, hello there! Meet &lt;i&gt;Sars&lt;/i&gt;, I called her &lt;i&gt;Bae&lt;/i&gt;. After a long years, kidding aside, nagkita na din kami. Hahaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7fFrRznnac/TxlfNFy-U5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/wcOSJm_P7wA/s1600/389829_2855158773865_1106447827_32975949_300155347_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--7fFrRznnac/TxlfNFy-U5I/AAAAAAAAAE4/wcOSJm_P7wA/s1600/389829_2855158773865_1106447827_32975949_300155347_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Maze Park&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is a beautiful place&amp;nbsp;in the city&amp;nbsp;for hang-outs with friends. This is the second time around I visited the place. It really has something to offer, aside from the big pools, it also have some beautiful places to spot on. Park nga talaga sya as what the resort's name says. It could be avail also at a very affordable rate and a very relaxing place indeed. Hahaa! (The resort should pay me for advertisement charges. lol)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYpuwPeUwa4/TxlcUqWr6UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ssQLMzk809Y/s1600/403648_2855177014321_1106447827_32975963_1892499015_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nYpuwPeUwa4/TxlcUqWr6UI/AAAAAAAAAEI/ssQLMzk809Y/s1600/403648_2855177014321_1106447827_32975963_1892499015_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-noDGm5zF_bc/TxldI6v_YdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/h1amfToobQc/s1600/400384_2855179814391_1106447827_32975965_1732728755_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-noDGm5zF_bc/TxldI6v_YdI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/h1amfToobQc/s1600/400384_2855179814391_1106447827_32975965_1732728755_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPNY_Kb3u0c/TxldpdLJXfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5IfFEucV28c/s1600/166942_2855178774365_1106447827_32975964_1480638996_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QPNY_Kb3u0c/TxldpdLJXfI/AAAAAAAAAEY/5IfFEucV28c/s1600/166942_2855178774365_1106447827_32975964_1480638996_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XN110st1YXo/TxleFyBmISI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SwDD2DY3GgI/s1600/380101_2855180934419_1106447827_32975966_1830289696_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XN110st1YXo/TxleFyBmISI/AAAAAAAAAEg/SwDD2DY3GgI/s1600/380101_2855180934419_1106447827_32975966_1830289696_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tD5WI65aODg/TxlepBkz-pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H5bsYlzH1YU/s1600/404441_2855183694488_1106447827_32975968_1148226391_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tD5WI65aODg/TxlepBkz-pI/AAAAAAAAAEo/H5bsYlzH1YU/s1600/404441_2855183694488_1106447827_32975968_1148226391_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuKCJpghdjI/Txle9leXY_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1-Jil96q_Rw/s1600/389559_2855186454557_1106447827_32975970_179909210_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PuKCJpghdjI/Txle9leXY_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/1-Jil96q_Rw/s1600/389559_2855186454557_1106447827_32975970_179909210_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Say whoooot??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"&gt;Matter also made a short video during our outing. Haha. Watch it&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=2855281016921"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. This is so funny. At talagang may diving competition pa talaga eh noh, among us girls and boys. Suuupeer like it! Wee. :"&amp;gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i style="color: #cc0000; text-align: justify;"&gt;I love my high school barkada. It's amazing how even if we've changed a lot of ways, we're still the same people when we're together.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm happy to be reunited with my High School friends again. Another moment to be deposited on my memory bank. Teheee.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(180, 11, 67, 0.0976563); font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(0, 153, 153, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(0, 153, 153, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6bQScZUiLeg/TxlVpjLceBI/AAAAAAAAADw/0DtwT7-h8is/s72-c/383894_2855153533734_1106447827_32975944_212814205_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-2316701920194546547</id><published>2012-01-07T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T07:20:07.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things called love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;Under the rain,&lt;br /&gt;we walk together.&lt;br /&gt;You stare at me,&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel like I'm melting.&lt;br /&gt;You whisper those words,&lt;br /&gt;makes me scream from joy.&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats so fast,&lt;br /&gt;too hard to escape...&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-2316701920194546547?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/2316701920194546547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/01/under-rain-we-walk-together.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/2316701920194546547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/2316701920194546547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/01/under-rain-we-walk-together.html' title=''/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-6950936965808556070</id><published>2012-01-04T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T11:14:19.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='For the guy who must not be named'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='little things called love'/><title type='text'>If only you knew</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote class="tr_bq"&gt;If only you knew how thankful I am having you around.&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how much you mean to me.&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how&amp;nbsp;you made me smile for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew that I also care like you did.&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how&amp;nbsp;that I'm the happiest person when you're there.&lt;br /&gt;If only you knew how&amp;nbsp;that I've been wanting to tell how I feel about you.&lt;br /&gt;But if you already know, I want you to know that's true.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-6950936965808556070?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/6950936965808556070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-only-you-knew.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/6950936965808556070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;"Only once in your life, I truly believe, you find someone who cancompletely turn your world around. You tell them things that you’ve nevershared with another soul and they absorb everything you say and actually wantto hear more. You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true,goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown atyou. When something wonderful happens, you can’t wait to tell them about it,knowing they will share in your excitement. They are not embarrassed to crywith you when you are hurting or laugh with you when you make a fool ofyourself. Never do they hurt your feelings or make you feel like you are notgood enough, but rather they build you up and show you the things aboutyourself that make you special and even beautiful. There is never any pressure,jealousy or competition but only a quiet calmness when they are around. You canbe yourself and not worry about what they will think of you because they loveyou for who you are. The things that seem insignificant to most people such asa note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart tocherish forever. Memories of your childhood come back and are so clear andvivid it’s like being young again. Colours seem brighter and more brilliant.Laughter seems part of daily life where before it was infrequent or didn’texist at all. A phone call or two during the day helps to get you through along day’s work and always brings a smile to your face. In their presence,there’s no need for continuous conversation, but you find you’re quite contentin just having them nearby. Things that never interested you before becomefascinating because you know they are important to this person who is sospecial to you. You think of this person on every occasion and in everythingyou do. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind oreven a storm cloud on the horizon. You open your heart knowing that there’s achance it may be broken one day and in opening your heart, you experience alove and joy that you never dreamed possible. You find that being vulnerable isthe only way to allow your heart to feel true pleasure that’s so real it scaresyou. You find strength in knowing you have a true friend and possibly a soulmate who will remain loyal to the end. Life seems completely different,exciting and worthwhile. Your only hope and security is in knowing that theyare a part of your life." - &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Bob Marley&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Anyhoo, this is something I want my friends 'True and Real Friends' to read&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;in them, I found the person described above. I couldn't thank them enough. Indeed, it's very odd to meet people that you could consider as your true friend. You could only count 'em in your fingers. Thank God, I'm blessed with few. Definitely. they&amp;nbsp;know who they are.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I love you from the bottom of my heart. &amp;lt;3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-3135335128004828058?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/3135335128004828058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3135335128004828058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3135335128004828058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-for-you.html' title='For you, My Dear'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-3392285140595494341</id><published>2011-12-30T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:11:21.059-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Last Friday of the Year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Two weeks ago, the same day, Allah grant me another year of living. A day filled with surprise and love from my family and friends. Alhamdulillah! Day after, the wrath of nature, had change the life of every residents of Iligan and CDO surprisingly. A thousand of souls were lost and a hundreds of homes were hit by the devastating storm. There are still missing dead bodies yet. And up to now, disasters are continuously disrupting other parts of the country. It's sad though, very heartbreaking! I wish I could do something big for them. May Allah bless their souls. Ugh.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Although, things happened for a reason. Allah has better plans for us, He knows best. This kind of unfortuitous events might be a reminder for us to feed our &lt;i&gt;Iman&lt;/i&gt;. It's a blessing! Be thankful then that we are given the chance to repent and to cleanse our soul. Let's all grab this privilege that God has sent to us. Life is short, we &amp;nbsp;never know when &amp;nbsp;it will end. Tss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Anyhow, another week has passed and never did it come to my sense. Time really runs so fast. Three more days to go and classes will resume. Everything will be back to its abnormal state, I mean literally, which is I'm not yet ready to face-off. I should be on a panic mode now. Hoho! *inhale-exhale* School demands too much of my attention even on my December break. I refused to go with my father in Manila just because of this 'effin &amp;nbsp;FS, 'Pestibility Study', as how our professor named it. lol. I was supposedly having a good time right now. Thus, I don't regret anything about it. I don't like the feeling of spending vacay with guilt inside me nor do I like to leave my group mates behind. (Woohoo, bravo! They should give me an award for this. XD) &amp;nbsp;Maybe I could experience a full blast vacation at some other time after college. But, for now, I have to clinch myself with these silly academic matters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nonetheless, today is the last&amp;nbsp;Friday&amp;nbsp;of the year. So, how did you spend it? I hope you do have meaningful one, for every Friday passes, is special. To me, of course, I did the usual routine. Yet, to make it momentous, I read the surah 'Yasin' to send my prayers for the people who are in crisis, in calamity and in sickness especially for Mindanao. I hope for their early recovery. In shaa Allah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"Verily, in the remembrance of Allah do hearts find rest."&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(180, 11, 67, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/213096480320117249-3392285140595494341?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/3392285140595494341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-friday-of-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3392285140595494341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/3392285140595494341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-friday-of-year.html' title='Last Friday of the Year'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-213096480320117249.post-4730568132008459280</id><published>2011-12-29T22:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T00:07:17.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='personal'/><title type='text'>Glad tidings! ♥</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Here I am again trying to invade the world of blogging but with another account and different site since I can't retrieve my old &lt;a href="http://acosianna.tumblr.com/"&gt;site&lt;/a&gt; anymore. So, I might just leave it that way and embrace this new one. I miss blogging. I miss being expressive and of course ranting as well. I'm a blabber y'know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Will you believe that I used to be an introvert human kind? Unbelievably true! Haha. Personally, I'm the kind of girl who doesn't t tend to share too much of herself to anyone. To others, I'm nobody, someone that is unknown. I do prefer to listen. And that maybe the reason why most of my friends love to spare some of their secrets to me. Tss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;But, hey! I made this one to unleash the other side of me. This time, the entries would be more personalized and no more re-blogging. I would only post what comes from within me, my personal experience and my own sentiments. Plus, I would love to keep memories in here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;To all my readers (if there's any), whether you are a stalker or a friend, &amp;nbsp;I thank you for stumbling upon my blog. I know I'm not a good blogger and or perhaps a writer as well. But, with the thought that you are interested about my existence, I appreciate it a lot. Nevertheless, &lt;i&gt;what you have read, just live it here&lt;/i&gt;. Okaaay? Uh-huh!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="background-color: rgba(180, 11, 67, 0.0976563); color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"&gt;☺&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;What more else I could say? Oh well, I love my initial template as well as the blog title which is inspired from the song of &lt;i&gt;Coheed and Cambria.&lt;/i&gt; Hmmm, I guess it would be a better way to start the year of 2012 then. Advance Happy New Year! May we all be filled with love and blessings this year of 2012. Ciao.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Najieva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/213096480320117249-4730568132008459280?l=annanajieva.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/feeds/4730568132008459280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2011/12/glad-tidings-here-i-am-again-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/4730568132008459280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/213096480320117249/posts/default/4730568132008459280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annanajieva.blogspot.com/2011/12/glad-tidings-here-i-am-again-trying-to.html' title='Glad tidings! ♥'/><author><name>Najieva</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10464973124489765922</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='22' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-31SMJWq2-5s/TwBEU7Ke3iI/AAAAAAAAACk/QKxuThgTr3Q/s220/DSC_1025.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
