<?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-7990793</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:59:30.368+08:00</updated><title type='text'>annimatkin</title><subtitle type='html'>chuva chenelyn kemet kemet --&gt; let's see you figure that out...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-114720912386236072</id><published>2006-05-10T04:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T05:12:03.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome [(ing) (me)] back!</title><content type='html'>If I remember correctly, the last time I checked on my blog was almost a year ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much had happened, things that I didn't expect. I got a job, and I haven't finished my degree yet; although in most areas, it's not a big deal if you  haven't finished yet and you have a job... but in our country, it is. I'm even earning more than some of my batchmates that have graduated. It's ironic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically, I just visited my blog to create a post to let someone know that this blog is still alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-114720912386236072?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/114720912386236072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=114720912386236072&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/114720912386236072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/114720912386236072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2006/05/welcome-ing-me-back.html' title='welcome [(ing) (me)] back!'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-111210639443070534</id><published>2005-03-29T22:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-29T22:26:34.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>how old are you?</title><content type='html'>How does one define the word &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt;? Is it the number of days that you have spent in this world and the evidence of wrinkles creasing your face, along with the gray hair? Is it really the physical characteristics fitting the criteria for being old, or is it your maturity?&lt;br /&gt;Lack of sleep, anxieties, and the stresses of life can make you look old. Looks are deceiving. Body modifications could be done to make you look younger.&lt;br /&gt;It isn't age that makes you old, it is the experience along with the knowledge you've acquired -- the way you use thgat knowledge based from your experiences to perceive and deal with life's challenges. Some children aged four years old act like six year-olds. Some high school students are wiser than college students. Some college students looks like grade six pupils.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, we hear people say: "act your age!" -- but sometimes, we do not know how.&lt;br /&gt;Being old however should be viewed in different angles for the word could have different meanings: aged or elderly; of a specific age; showing signs of age or wear; seasoned or matured. We should perceive it depending on how the word is used to describe something or someone. Thus, we should not just confine ourselves with one definition.&lt;br /&gt;People should act according to the situation, not their age because life is a continuous struggle. We need to survive. &lt;em&gt;You Gotta know how to &lt;strong&gt;"deal"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-111210639443070534?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/111210639443070534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=111210639443070534&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111210639443070534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111210639443070534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2005/03/how-old-are-you.html' title='how old are you?'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-111190522125333879</id><published>2005-03-27T14:17:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T14:33:41.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reminiscing</title><content type='html'>Going back to the place where you were born is nostalgic... esp if you grew up there. So many memories...&lt;br /&gt;Things change... if you do not keep track of things, you might get lost. Kids you knew grow up, places filled with grass now buildings stand, buildings once standing are either replaced, torn down or got burned and left undeveloped. Some friends are lost too even if you don't want them to and you worked your ass out just to maintain it and yet they still chose not to push through. Some greet you - most of the time you do not remember their names but you recognize their faces. If your lucky enough, some people you wish to be at least acquainted to in the past will go talk to you out of the blue and then become your friend. Well, change can either be good or bad.&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time, it's the familiarity of the place that seduces you to come back... not really the people... especially if they are such notorious gossips.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-111190522125333879?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/111190522125333879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=111190522125333879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111190522125333879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111190522125333879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2005/03/reminiscing.html' title='reminiscing'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-111134137130739693</id><published>2005-03-21T01:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:56:11.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>I just had to make an entry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday comes and people would greet you... some would make haste because they wanted to be the first one to greet you-at 12 mn your celphone would start beeping. Others greet you in advance just in case they would forget or for personal reasons as well. Some forgets your birthday on that date then would greet you after a day or  more with a 'belated happy birthday' - others might feign innocence: &lt;em&gt;"I really decided to be the last one to greet you" -- &lt;/em&gt;crap... Others would greet you because they think you are so rich on that day and would like to have a taste of 'you' and after the 'libre' their presence would be felt less again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is touching for mere acquaintances to greet you on your day because you don't expect them at all to do that. You expect your friends to greet you and you either get real mad at them or bear a little grudge if they forgot, then you give them a 'grace period' for a &lt;em&gt;belated&lt;/em&gt; greeting. It's quite irritating for people to expect that you are going to treat them even if you are not close-I don't mind my friends telling me that but I get sad also when those people only resume communication with you reminding you that "it's your birthday and we're your friends - you have got to treat us" -- it is frustrating not to receive any gift at all too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we celebrate birthdays anyway? I hate my birthday because it marks how long I have existed, financial reasons, emotional reasons and practical reasons as well. But I am still hoping that I would at least experience a little happiness on my day... How will I be happy? Friends' effort is enough... to know that they remembered and made something &lt;em&gt;out of their way&lt;/em&gt; (but not to the point of hassling them)  just to make me happy -- enough to make me feel that they remembered... not because they are expecting some &lt;strong&gt;juicy treat &lt;/strong&gt;from me -- just because it is &lt;strong&gt;my &lt;/strong&gt;birthday and that &lt;strong&gt;they &lt;em&gt;remembered. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-111134137130739693?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/111134137130739693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=111134137130739693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111134137130739693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111134137130739693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2005/03/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-111080102009742393</id><published>2005-03-14T19:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:50:20.100+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wasting my time</title><content type='html'>people usually take for granted what is always there... they think that it is forever available for their own consumption... but when the time comes that it is not there anymore, they realize its value. it is sad to see that so many people have decreasing values... whatever context.&lt;br /&gt;(hirap mag-english... nauubusan ako!) sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends... its definition nearing the qualifications of a myth... well, for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have loved and shown affection to those people i call friends... some rack their minds for words to assure me that they are what they are to me and yet their actions speaks its antonym... yet i continue to believe them. Stupid me.&lt;br /&gt;...they smile at me when they see me&lt;br /&gt;...they ask me how i am&lt;br /&gt;...they hug me when they can&lt;br /&gt;...they return my greeting (beso-beso)&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;...do they really listen to me when i rant and rave?&lt;br /&gt;...do they feel my despair when i am nearing tears?&lt;br /&gt;...are they really interrested on how i really am doing when they ask me how am i?&lt;br /&gt;...do they remember me when there are special occassions/gatherings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-111080102009742393?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/111080102009742393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=111080102009742393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111080102009742393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111080102009742393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2005/03/wasting-my-time.html' title='wasting my time'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-111079967898156340</id><published>2005-03-14T19:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:27:58.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>are you from this era? coz i definitely am...</title><content type='html'>they say that this is from Chito Miranda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ito ang mga huling taon ng dekada '80 at ang mgaunang taon ng dekada '90. Ito ang panahong uso paang makiuso. Kung ginagaya mo ang style ng mgaartista, hindi ka tatawaging jologs. Ito angpanahong tapos na ang martial law, pero malayo paang new millennium. Hindi pa high-tech pero di namanold fashioned. Saktong-sakto lang!Ito ang panahon natin. Pero pano mo malalaman kungkabilang ka sa henerasyong ito? Narito anglistahanna makapagpapatunay if you're one of us. R U?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Paborito mong panoorin ang Shaider, Bio-man,Maskman, Mask Rider Black, Machine Man at kungano-anong TV sitcom ng Japan na isinalin saTagalog. Break muna sa mga laro kapag alassingko na nghapon tuwing Sabado dahil panahon na para sasuperheromarathon.&lt;br /&gt;2. Alam mo ang jingle ng Nano-Nano. (isang kendinglasang champoy)&lt;br /&gt;3. Nanood ka ng Takeshi's Castle at naniwalakang siAnjo Yllana talaga si Takeshi at si SmokeyManalotoang kanyang alalay. (Pinagiisipan mo - panosilalumalaban sa final challenge na parangnakasakaysila sa isang bumpcar at nagbabarilan silagamit angwater gun gayong sa Japan ginagawa yun eh tagaPilipinas sila?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Alam mo ang pa-contest ng Kool 106 nauulit-ulitin mong bigkasin ang "Kool 106,Kool 106"hanggang maubusan ka ng hininga.&lt;br /&gt;5. Naglaro ka ng Shake-Shake Shampoo,Monkey-Monkey- Annabelle, prikidam 123,Langit-Lupa-Impyerno, Syato, Luksong-Tinik,Luksong-Baka, 10-20 at kung ano-ano pang larongnakakapagod.&lt;br /&gt;6. Pumunta ang mga tag! a- MILO sa skul niyo atnamigay sila ng samples na nakalagay saplastic cupna kasing laki nung sa maliit na ice cream. (atnagtaka ka, bakit hindi ganito ang lasa ng MILOkapag tinitimpla ko sa bahay namin?)&lt;br /&gt;7. May malaking away ang mga METAL (mga punks nanaka itim) at mga HIPHOP (mga taong naka maluwangnapuruntong na kahit Makita na ang dalawang bundok.)Nag-aabangan sa mall na may dalang baseball bat atkung anu-ano pang mga sandata. Sikat angkasabihang"PUNKS NOT DEAD!" pero kung gusto mong mag playsafe, pwede mong tawagin ang sarili mong HIPTAL.&lt;br /&gt;8. Alam mo ang universal uwian song na "Uwian na!"na kinakanta sa tono na parang doon sa kinakasal.&lt;br /&gt;9. Nagpauto ka sa Batibot pero hindi sa ATBP.&lt;br /&gt;10. Nakipag-away ka para makapaglaro ng brickgame.(hi-tech na yun noon)&lt;br /&gt;11. Ang "text" noon ay mga 1"x1.5" na kartonna maymga drawing ng pelikulang pinoy. (at may dialogpa!)&lt;br /&gt;12. Dalawa lang ang todong sumikat na wrestler, siHulk Hogan at si Ultimate Warrior. Naniwala ka rinna namatay si Ultimate Warrior nang buhatin niyasi Andre d' Giant dahil pumutok ang mga ugatniya samuscle.&lt;br /&gt;13. Nagsayaw ka ng running man at kung anu-anongdance steps na nakapagpamukha sa'yong tanga sasaliwna kantang Ice Ice Baby, Wiggle It, Pray at Can'tTouch This.&lt;br /&gt;14. Hindi ka gaanong mahilig sa That'sEntertainmentat pinapanood mo lang ito tuwing Sabado kung saannagpapagandahan ng production numbers ang Mondayhanggang Friday group. (at badtrip ka sa Wednesdaygroup dahil pinakabaduy lagi ang performancenila!)&lt;br /&gt;15. Napaligaya ka ng maraming pinoy bands tulad ngYano, Rivermaya,Parokya ni Edgar, Grin Department,TropicalDepression, The Teeth, The Youth, After Image,Orient Pearl, The Dawn, Alamid, Wolfgang, at angdating sikat na sikat na Eraserheads.(at aminin mong nakinig ka ng Siakol!)&lt;br /&gt;16. Kilala mo ang Smokey Mountain, (first andsecondgeneration)&lt;br /&gt;17. Hindi pa uso noon ang sapatos na may gulong.Noon, astig ka kapag umiilaw ang swelas ng sapatosmo tuwing ia-apak mo ito. Tinawag rin itong"MightyKid"&lt;br /&gt;18. Kung lalaki ka, sikat na sikat sa'yo ang mgalarong text, jolens, dampa (mga unang anyo ngpustahan), saranggola at ang dakilang manika niyoaysi GI-JOE with alipores.&lt;br /&gt;19. Kung babae ka naman, ang mga laro mo withyou'regirlfriends ay luto-lutuan, bahay-bahayan,doktor-doktoran, at kung anu-ano pangpagkukunwari.ang dakilang manika mo ay si Barbie. (Sikat kakung meron kang bahay, kotse at kabaong niBarbie.)&lt;br /&gt;20. Naniwala kang original ang isang cap kapag maywalong tahi sa visor nito.&lt;br /&gt;21. Swerte ka kapag panghapon ka dahilmasusubaybayan mo ang mga kapanapanabik nakaganapansa mga paborito mong cartoon shows tuwing umagatulad ng Cedie, Sarah, at Dog of Landers a.k.a.Nelo. (Hindi ka ba nagtataka na sa lahat ng mgabidasa cartoons na ito, si Nelo lang ang di yumaman atnamatay pa ng maaga)&lt;br /&gt;22. Alam mo ang ibig sabihin ng "TIME FIRST!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bakit kaya ganon? Kahit sang lupalop ka ngPilipinasnaroon, eh nakaka-relate ka sa mgapinagsasasabi ko.Siguro'y dahil wala pang cable at kakauntilang angpagpipiliang channels kaya parepareho tayo ngpinapanood. Maaaring wala pang playstationkaya kunganu-ano na lang ang naiimbentong laro na pwedenggawin sa kalsada o sa isang bakanteng lote. Perokung ano man ang dahilan sa pagkapareparehonatin ngkaranasan, masaya na rin akong naging bata ako sapanahong ito. Masarap alalahanin at balik-balikan.Di ba?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-111079967898156340?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/111079967898156340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=111079967898156340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111079967898156340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/111079967898156340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2005/03/are-you-from-this-era-coz-i-definitely.html' title='are you from this era? coz i definitely am...'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-110878081938575362</id><published>2005-02-19T10:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T10:40:19.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><content type='html'>i remember erasing a couple of entries... about two brothers, and others... tsk! tsk! such a shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UP FAIR! UP FAIR! aahhh... it's better than last year's fair... liquors galore! isn't a shame... where is the thrill if there is no liquor? With drinking comes great responsibility (spider-man!)... but come to think about it, yeah, it's true.&lt;br /&gt;I never believed in 'drunkenness'... it's a state of mind. I remember being drunk but I still have my wits. Being drunk is not an excuse to do stupid things... you do it because you want to and you hide behind the premise of being drunk. It's very stupid.&lt;br /&gt;When someone tells me something that they have done, telling an excuse of them being drunk why they did it... I don't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;Alcohol indeed has an effect... i know it - i drink a lot... but often times, it's your choice to be stupidly drunk... Watch 50 first dates! Adam Sandler was hitting on a girl then eventually he admitted that it wasn't alcohol but the girl was acting as if she's drunk...&lt;br /&gt;The people causing havoc within the fair grounds were the 'jologs' people... those are the people the security must guard - we are intelligent people noh! Except perhaps if there was a frat war... bunch of dickheads with affiliations, nonetheless intelligent but a little stupid for indulging in such childish fights... No matter what I do, I can't understand why they have to kill each other. Anyway... each to his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thursday, I saw two of my ex's... the one who was punched and the one who punched... knowing both of them was within the vicinity... i feared for the one who got punched even if i loathe the man-boy... there is this 'guy-talk' that occured b/n them before the other gave way and the 'punching bag' dude promised to take care of me but he dumped me still. The 'boxer' gave a threat to the punching bag dude... hmmm... i don't think he will execute it... It was too long ago. But I can't help my paranoia... those dudes are dickheads... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the cure for bitterness anyway?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-110878081938575362?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/110878081938575362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=110878081938575362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/110878081938575362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/110878081938575362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2005/02/whatever.html' title='whatever'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-110412875521321015</id><published>2004-12-27T14:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:25:55.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>another new beginning... and another... and another...</title><content type='html'>WALA LANG... WALA AKONG MASULAT!!! PUNYETA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-110412875521321015?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/110412875521321015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=110412875521321015&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/110412875521321015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/110412875521321015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-new-beginning-and-another-and.html' title='another new beginning... and another... and another...'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-109662170877844413</id><published>2004-10-01T17:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T17:08:28.776+08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRAITOR</title><content type='html'>Love is a traitor&lt;br /&gt;You don't know when it'll strike&lt;br /&gt;It seeps into your core&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your brain in strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a traitor&lt;br /&gt;Catching you unawares&lt;br /&gt;Life becomes a bore&lt;br /&gt;But then again... who cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a traitor&lt;br /&gt;You learn how to lie&lt;br /&gt;Often, it's a feeling you learn to abhor&lt;br /&gt;Leaves you injured...wishing you'd die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a traitor&lt;br /&gt;Making you feel alienated&lt;br /&gt;Emotions you've never felt before&lt;br /&gt;Leaving you jaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a traitor&lt;br /&gt;Often you are disoriented&lt;br /&gt;Closed are the many a door&lt;br /&gt;With a past that will keep you haunted&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-109662170877844413?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/109662170877844413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=109662170877844413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/109662170877844413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/109662170877844413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2004/10/traitor.html' title='TRAITOR'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-109662108841006041</id><published>2004-10-01T16:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T16:58:08.410+08:00</updated><title type='text'>shattered love</title><content type='html'>To my beloved who made me see&lt;br /&gt;That life can be full of glee&lt;br /&gt;That love is not that bad&lt;br /&gt;For that, I am ever glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved who made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Emotions I have forgotten to be real&lt;br /&gt;You changed my life a very great deal&lt;br /&gt;The me I hid you did unveil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved who made me realize&lt;br /&gt;That I'm not really as cold as ice&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel a feelling so nice&lt;br /&gt;That never I told you any lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved who made me wait&lt;br /&gt;For that dreaded but most awaited date&lt;br /&gt;Days spent waiting was an endless suffering&lt;br /&gt;But nevertheless, I am still hoping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved, if a decision you've arrived&lt;br /&gt;Whatever it is, glad or despair, I shant hide&lt;br /&gt;Either to leave me be, I shall respect&lt;br /&gt;Or to be with me, but I don't expect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my beloved to whom I care&lt;br /&gt;A love story that started with a dare&lt;br /&gt;A criminal kiss that we did share&lt;br /&gt;Never forget, my soul to you I did bare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-109662108841006041?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/109662108841006041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=109662108841006041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/109662108841006041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/109662108841006041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2004/10/shattered-love.html' title='shattered love'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7990793.post-109653658820509298</id><published>2004-09-30T16:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T17:29:48.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>self-esteem and fashion</title><content type='html'>fashion is trend...&lt;br /&gt;"Damn! What should I wear?"&lt;br /&gt;"My God! It won't fit anymore!"&lt;br /&gt;"Shit! Hindi bagay!"&lt;br /&gt;...etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, even if it's the hottest fashion, consider the pro's and its cons... looks good on me... i feel confident when i wear it... i can't afford it...i can'tmaintain it...how often would i wear it... and the like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to looking good, the criteria for beauty lies in the society you live in, how they perceive the meaning of beauty... It is important that you have a high self-esteem for what is beautiful to you might not be for the majority. Wear what suits you best: most comfortable. You will not be able to carry yourself no matter what modification you do to your body if you have a low self-esteem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But remember: too much of anything is bad... keep it balanced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7990793-109653658820509298?l=annimatkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/feeds/109653658820509298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7990793&amp;postID=109653658820509298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/109653658820509298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7990793/posts/default/109653658820509298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annimatkin.blogspot.com/2004/09/self-esteem-and-fashion.html' title='self-esteem and fashion'/><author><name>applekitten</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01587674146587461867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
