<?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-2305104939545859485</id><updated>2012-02-17T05:15:59.777+08:00</updated><category term='Holiday'/><title type='text'></title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-6238226933301986024</id><published>2007-07-10T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T10:05:49.937+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place I Call It A Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=76476344&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="426" height="319" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=114FB&amp;c=1&amp;id=76476344&amp;=.gif"&gt;&lt;a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the place where I grew up, a place I call my home. This is in Mintal, Davao City. My parents bought this residential lot for only 7,000 pesos in the year of 1979...hmmm nowadays, res. lots here in Mintal costs a million for 600 sq.m. It is developing in terms of infrastructures yet preserves the laid back lifestyle, and countryside ambiance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is where I was raised and molded, very simple lifestyle, all green and we all have the cleanest air we needed. If we don't have money to buy food, we have small backyard garden and just pick some fresh veggies, we never get starve here as this place is blessed with cheap fruits (lots of fruits) and vegetables. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is no place like Davao and there is no place like Mintal...  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-6238226933301986024?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/6238226933301986024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=6238226933301986024' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/6238226933301986024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/6238226933301986024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/07/place-i-call-it-home.html' title='A Place I Call It A Home'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-229207579045537</id><published>2007-07-08T00:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T10:39:18.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Francswiss.biz</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Francswiss.biz is a private memberships program that specializes in making profits from High Yield Investment opportunities.This program is a real investment, which returns are all generated from real-life investments. The money you invest is re-invested for you and it is your invested money that will bring you the big returns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is... Is this biz legitimate?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was also recruited by my cousin, it was really attractive to invest 1000$ and earn 45$ everyday straight from my bank account but the first thing that popped in my mind, is this company registered or legitimate...why such a fast and high ROI? I can’t imagine after 23 days, I already get back my principal money…and the succeeding days will continue earning 45$ or more depends on the number of  the people u recruited, that means in a year or so I will be a millionaire!!! Right after my cuz invited me, the news about Francswiss bloated in the headline news, this is not registered with SEC and they consider this business a scam! Good thing I confer this to my cousins Che and she said it is too risky, well in my case, if I have a million in my bank account why not! But if I only have 50 or 60t, I can’t dare loose my money… &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-229207579045537?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/229207579045537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=229207579045537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/229207579045537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/229207579045537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/07/francswiss.html' title='Francswiss.biz'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-5507419534827699196</id><published>2007-07-06T13:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T14:12:31.601+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding The Right Man For You</title><content type='html'>There are no specific guidelines as how to find the right man, in my opinion, what is important is acceptance, respect, trust and both should compliment with each other. So many Filipinas nowadays are trying to hunt foreigners particularly caucasians, and some are even desperately looking... hmmm anyway, if u are one of these women here..well I hope not desperately looking, you all have your answers now... it's me you are looking for :) I am connected at &lt;strong&gt;Mabuhay Int'l Visa Consultancy Services&lt;/strong&gt; the owner is one of my co-teachers before in a Korean school who got married with an Italian guy. Drop me a message if you are interested. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-5507419534827699196?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/5507419534827699196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=5507419534827699196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5507419534827699196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5507419534827699196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/07/finding-right-man-for-you.html' title='Finding The Right Man For You'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-2649078786317288815</id><published>2007-07-05T00:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T14:18:46.644+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disneyland Hongkong</title><content type='html'>&lt;table style="border-collapse:collapse;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://apps.rockyou.com/rockyou.swf?instanceid=75823652&amp;ver=102906" quality="high"  salign="lt" width="420" height="308" wmode="transparent" name="rockyou" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"/&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="font-size:0px;background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="left"&gt;&lt;img src="http://apps.rockyou.com/dot.gif?w=SS&amp;d=11307&amp;c=1&amp;id=75823652&amp;=.gif"&gt;&lt;a target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/?type=slideshow&amp;refid=75823652"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_logo.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="background-color:#fff; padding:1px;font-size:0px;  filter:alpha(opacity=60);-moz-opacity:.60;opacity:.60;" align="right"&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/slideshow_create.php?refid=75823652&amp;source=cyo"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_create.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="padding-right:0px;" target="_BLANK" href="http://www.rockyou.com/show_my_gallery.php?instanceid=75823652"&gt;&lt;img style="border:0px;" src="http://apps.rockyou.com/images/tail_view.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every child dreams to visit and experience the magical shows in Disneyland...I heard a lot of amazing stories and experiences in Disneyland FL from my classmates when I was in high school. I was fascinated by the stories and I told to myself "someday I will meet Mickey and Minnie in Disneyland." Many years have gone, finally at the age of 27, I landed the land of Mickey. As what Disneyland says..."making your dreams come true", yes indeed, it was a dream come true and it was never too late for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-2649078786317288815?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/2649078786317288815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=2649078786317288815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/2649078786317288815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/2649078786317288815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/07/disneyland-hongkong.html' title='Disneyland Hongkong'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-8626676522076145005</id><published>2007-07-04T13:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T13:51:32.602+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Advice</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;We all went through in a state of dilemma, most of the time, routinary activities and long awaited plans are wearisome and taxing to the point of loosing one's patience. It seems that life revolves on this structure, nevertheless, it's a different experience. You may be doing the same thing but who's doing it-- a different you. It is the experience that counts 'cause learning emanates the reform. Well, it must be coupled with resolutions not to commit the same mistakes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the passions for life that I see in you, your cheerfulness has not been wearied down by the situation you are in at the moment. I affirm that it is hard to cope. More so, that everyone concerned are the very ones that are most near to you, your daughter, parents and siblings...however these experiences are confirmations of being human, wouldn't it be good to feel those and conclude that "I am living" But it is not only feeling but more on giving meaning and direction to all of our experiences. Putting the measure of living is not the crisis we face but out positive attitude towards the crisis, it even will determine the outcome of our future. Put all your worries in God's hands, surely He has plans for you and for your daughter, strengthen your faith to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A MESSAGE FOR MY DEAR FRIEND WHO IS STRESSED AND LOST. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-8626676522076145005?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/8626676522076145005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=8626676522076145005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8626676522076145005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8626676522076145005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/07/piece-of-advice.html' title='A Piece of Advice'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-1750025340559247279</id><published>2007-07-03T00:22:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T00:24:42.548+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Born To Be A Teacher</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I’ve been a teacher for 4 years now. And, I would consider myself to be young in age, you know… I’ve done a lot of substitute teaching and found elementary school to be the worst. That was the reason I shifted teaching adults. They just seem to be more reserved in behavior, you know what I mean… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well to start with the worst… paychecks. I would expect more. And, this is supposed to be a respected job, but there is no… little support from government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I love the children, even though they can be a real handful. They are very smart, and kind, and respectful individuals. It is the best thing when you see them understand something you have taught them. Some cons about teaching: my paycheck is a beginner’s pay check; parents are not always involved like I wish they would be. For adults, some are irritable and impatient and can never be reprimanded, well that’s the price of teaching students older than me hehehehehe….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-1750025340559247279?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/1750025340559247279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=1750025340559247279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/1750025340559247279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/1750025340559247279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/07/born-to-be-teacher.html' title='Born To Be A Teacher'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-5660751915217425161</id><published>2007-07-01T20:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T20:59:59.029+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Joint Celebration of Father’s Day and The 59th Birthday of Bartolome</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoelEZ93YqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fvKEQYtu28o/s1600-h/DSC00987.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoelEZ93YqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fvKEQYtu28o/s200/DSC00987.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082212199619322530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We had a joint celebration this week the Father’s day and my father’s 59th birthday. We celebrated it at Paradise Island, Samal. We were the 3rd earliest who arrived there; we arrived at exactly 7:30 am. I was the one who bought the Lechon (whole roasted pig) and my Tita shouldered the rice, viands and drinks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like just our outing before, Anton was always the highlight. He enjoyed the water and never got scared of the deep water and waves. We even left him alone in the water. He found new friends there but Anton is in the stage of throwing anything, so while in the seashore, he kept on throwing sand that made other kids annoyed…hehehehe He badly wants to ride the Kayak and the Pedal Boat ( I don’t know the name of that, just created a new name for it) but children below 9 years old are not allowed to ride… but I couldn’t resist, I let Anton ride but only in the shallow water.  Gahi jud ulo ni si mama anna uy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well the oldies enjoyed also… we borrowed the pedal boat to exercise their brittle bones hahahaha… me naman, well as usual nag sun bathing kono, look like Balyena  golly I have gained a lot of weight… All of us enjoyed the clear and clean water in Paradise Beach Resort, best time to be there is early in the morning.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-5660751915217425161?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/5660751915217425161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=5660751915217425161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5660751915217425161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5660751915217425161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/07/joint-celebration-of-fathers-day-and.html' title='A Joint Celebration of Father’s Day and The 59th Birthday of Bartolome'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoelEZ93YqI/AAAAAAAAAAs/fvKEQYtu28o/s72-c/DSC00987.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-8475906785248373738</id><published>2007-06-30T13:20:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:38:09.919+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother and Child</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoXpgZ93YpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gjFVs2n5pR4/s1600-h/mother%26child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoXpgZ93YpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gjFVs2n5pR4/s200/mother%26child.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081724497492927122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Having a child is a blessing and being a mom is a lot of task and a big responsibility.  I would say, it is very fulfilling and rewarding when I see my child growing so adorable and healthy. For mothers, Emotional Availability is very important, it is more than picking them up from school, putting dinner on the table, or squeezing in some "quality time." They also need you to be there emotionally -- and the degree and quality of my communication and connection can play a big part in my child’s confidence, his success in future relationships, even his success in the adult world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I spent with my friend, we had dinner and a serious long talk about her life and her daughter…being away from her daughter makes her emotionally battered. I can relate and feel how hard to be away from children. God hope that will not happen to me. The longings of affection and love are always there. I don’t know if all moms believe this, but somehow I do believe that wives can always replace husbands but mothers can never replace their children...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-8475906785248373738?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/8475906785248373738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=8475906785248373738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8475906785248373738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8475906785248373738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/06/mother-and-child.html' title='Mother and Child'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoXpgZ93YpI/AAAAAAAAAAk/gjFVs2n5pR4/s72-c/mother%26child.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-8532548020926931379</id><published>2007-06-21T14:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-27T02:11:47.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGadagzzz....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoC0FzOC5xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/La_rRYe9Xj8/s1600-h/DSC00738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoC0FzOC5xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/La_rRYe9Xj8/s320/DSC00738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080258391415383826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a continuation of my blogs dated June 17, 2007. I call this BLOGadags because of the misadventures and the sojourn trip with my cousins. I met my cousin Ricky at Cebu International Airport...and I have this gut feeling or I may say I already assumed that I am going to be the nanny of my dearest cousin, well knowing Ricky, I have to change a little of my role to him. In short taga bantay sa gamit ni Ricky :) Ricky had an advance shopping galore in Ayala Cebu...hmmm the power of credit card!!! When Ricky asked me what I want, I thought he would buy something for me...but in my disappointment, he was just asking me if I wanna buy something then I have to pay for my own LOL...grrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Upon checking our baggages in Cebu, Ricky just left his back pack at the x-ray machine and just walk through the immigration counter, so I knew it, this would be the beginning of my task...and that is to look after his things :) I simply called him up reminding of his back pack. Then we approached the immigration area for our passport. When we left the immigration counter, for the second time, he left his passport, i got his passport and gave it to him. I really knew it...but I was expecting for that,kinda prepared for that task. When we are about to board the plane, the officer incharge was looking for the boarding pass, I boarded the plane ahead of him because he was stuck in the gate looking for his boarding pass... well what can I say, just smile at him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Welcome to HOngkong at exactly 12:00 midnight !!! when we arrived the airport, we were so tired and recieved a message from James(hubby of Che) to be quick in claiming the baggages since the last trip of the bus going to kawloon(where our hotel was located) is only until 12:30 am. When I claimed my trolly, I was wondering it already had a red ribbon tied at the zip area, but we hurried up that I just ignored the ribbon. Ricky wanted to drink water but our water was in my trolly, I did not allow him to open my trolly since we are already in the bus station. Ricky was complaining and begging for me to open my trolly but I did not allow him..I know I was being cruel :) In the bus, Ricky found a friend, a chinese who works in the airport. He informed us a lot of things about Hongkong...we did not  expect him to be because in the airport when we asked something there, people just ignored us..and here's a chi guy, he was really over accomodating. We wanted to sleep in the bus coz that was already 12:50 am but we just can't coz he was talking and talking about Hongkong and the map. well we appreciated it though. For the last time, Ricky asked me to open my trolly, he was so dead thirsty...so then I allowed him to open it. To my surprise...when I was about to get my key to unlock the zip, I found out I lost the lock! When I opened it... It was not my trolly!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ricky just laughed at me...grrrrrrrrr...well I have to clear this to all of you, the trolly was exactly like mine, the colors, the brand and the size. The only difference was the red ribbon tied on it. Do I sound so defensive?  And oh my we are halfway to our hotel. I was just thinking... how am I going to change...I have to!!! When we arrived in the hotel, James and Che were waitng for us. Well I opened the trolly and I found out that the owner of that trolly was an old woman... big bra, big panties and clothes were really for an old woman...gosh I cannot use this. So then my ButlerRicky suggested... we will go back to the airport  and return the trolly and claim mine...oh my, it is 1 hour and 15 minutes trip from hotel to airport, but I really wanted to get my trolly so we went back at 2:30 am... when we arrived in the airport, the officer in charge told us to wait until 6:30 am...we did not have any choice but to sleep in the airport, was my first time!!! just to kill the time, we looked for the free condoms there, James told us there are free condoms in the airport, but we did not find...Ricky was pissed of with me coz we were soooo tired and all I was thinking was to get that free condoms hahahahaha and another big HAHAHAHAHA...while taking a nap in the airport I realized...of all the words I have told to Ricky about his things and being so carefree ... It all came back to me... so i just sang a song for him... the song of Celine Dion, It's All Coming Back To Me Now :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the third day in Hongkong, we went as a group and every time we go out for adventure, Ricky is always lost..hmmm we really didn't know where he goes. He bought a lot of souvineers so we thought he would give those to his friends back in Phils. When he tried to open all the souvineers, all we heard is like this... "This is mine, mine , mine and mine, to my lil sis, and another is mine, to my father and mine... Oh my golly!!! almost all for him!!! hahahahaha...Che was really amazed by the things he bought...well he deserved it, he worked for that :) Patay ang credit card ni Ricky!!! Another thing... Ricky ate a LOT as in a LOT. he really enjoyed eating there. When we bought fish and squid balls, we chose those on a stck, when we handed it to the cook, we were dismayed and so shocked when the cook received the food just by his hands!!! aw!!! just our mouth opened wide...then i told them well just enjoy the food, after all it was really mouth watering....oh I simply love the squidballs with the spicy sauce on it...really amazing! Another funny thing that happaned to Ricky when he tasted the spicy and hot squidballs, he was choked and was teary eyed hahahaha..then a nice chi woman gave him a tissue..hmmm aming cuz talaga and lakas ng appeal sa girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We took a lot of pictures with my leg and feet as well as James', Che's and ricky's. It is my new obsession now, I like taking pictures of our feet...well because we had a battered leg and feet there, we spent a lot of time walking from morning to evening. Last night in Hongkong, Ricky and I had some monkey accounting...there were cases that I payed for him then he payed for me so we have to setlle the money before leaving. We ate at cebu and he was the one who payed for it BUT he ordered more food so ofcourse he has to pay more than me...and i said I just had 5 spoons of his soup so i will pay just 1/4 of the price of the soup..Ricky had a big laugh to me...well Ricky, I just want to be fair and equal :) Ricky is my Butler and Photographer...he's really good in finding my perfect angle hahaha well my pictures will give justice for that, all were shooted by Ricky.&lt;br /&gt;And about Che...hmmm Che, u thought I will forget that day when we went for malling and u let us waited for 20 minutes while u were in the Comfort Room. Oh what a great success for you. I had a picture of you after that...I will call that "A woman who just have a real SUCCESS!!!" And James...hmmm you underestimated the thrill of Roller Coaster in Ocean park! When James got off from the Rollor Coaster, He said in a very tiny voice " Ay mao lang to?"   hahahaha... mao lang to James but made it made us crazy somehow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We arrived the the airport 1 hour before departure...again we took our luck to get the free condoms hahahaha...we really wanted to get coz we don't have any presents to our friends in Phils so we just thought will make that as our presents...then again Ricky was lost in the aiport, he said he wants to eat coz he was hungry... we were sooo tensed already coz James, Che and I was already in the departure area, Ricky was not yet there... 15 minutes before bording, still Ricky was not there! James cannot just sit and wait, he went to the entrance and looked for Ricky...and while James was worried, I used the free internet in the airport :) I was emailing my friends, and Che was busy sharing our experiences with the Filipinos there, well how can Che forget telling about Ricky's misadventures. The filipinos there were also worried about Ricky. 2 minutes before the boarding time... Ricky was not yet there...everybody got tensed already. Then after 1 min...oh my we saw Ricky approaching, and all Filipinos just stared at him hahahahaha...Ricky just simply told us, Yeah I know I know...oh what a relief for all of us when we saw him... When we arrived in Cebu, we all reminded him about his things, he might lost it inside the ship on his way back to Cagayan. So what I did was, I brought all his presents for his family, just to make it safe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We all had fun! And these misadventures made even more fun. It was indeed a nice bonding for us. I thank you for my cousins and James for making it a memorable one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-8532548020926931379?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/8532548020926931379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=8532548020926931379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8532548020926931379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8532548020926931379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/06/blogadagzzz.html' title='BLOGadagzzz....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoC0FzOC5xI/AAAAAAAAAAU/La_rRYe9Xj8/s72-c/DSC00738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-4235554823385713832</id><published>2007-06-17T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T13:33:53.815+08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Holiday'/><title type='text'>The Hongkong-Macau Escapades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoC1DjOC5yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIWB9pJbWuc/s1600-h/Copy+(2)+of+DSC00232.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoC1DjOC5yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIWB9pJbWuc/s320/Copy+(2)+of+DSC00232.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080259452272305954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It was such an adventure and exciting trip for me and my cousins. Everybody enjoyed. Richard, my cousin and I arrived in Hongkong at exactly 12:15 A.M. of June 7. We both had a lot of missadventures but tell you later on my Blogadags :) will tell you how "kalog and kengkay" we are while in HK. By the way James and Che was one day ahead of us, well, nag una-una jud sila para maka honeymoon pa sila hehehe... First day, at 11 am, we went to Macau, it is an hour trip by ferry boat from Hongkong. Passport is the only requirement to be able to enter in this country. This country is under the Portuguese government, so there are Catholic Churches and many Catholic people.Well as usuall, wherever we go there are always Filipinos. We went this museum in Macau, we met so many Filipinos. We had our lunch there...beef noodles and made us forget our names! wow, one of a kind noodles...what funny there was chinese talk so loud and seems they are angry. The owners of the restaurant was sooooo noisy, they keep on shouting each other and seems they are fighting but they were accomodating the customers well, only when the owners talk to each other, they shout! well maybe that was their marketing strategy...so many people eat there, the cook was perspiring and im sure that added zest to our food hahahaha...hay ang sarap ng noodles nila!!! now im craving :) hmmmm sosyal! breakfast in HK and lunch in Macau... I liked macau sooo much...I wanna live there if I am given a chance! Not too crowded and buildings and roads are just spectacular...and one more thing..I had all my shoppings there and presents for my family coz it is much cheaper than in HK. It is certainly a livable city! Ricky also wants to stay there...:) we went back to HK at 11 pm, we suppose to get a helicopter ride going back to HK but we have to wait for an hour to fly so we chose to get the Turbo Jet ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The next day we went to Disneyland!!! Finally the waiting is over...we met Mickey Mouse and his friends... we had a great time there with all the crazy rides! especially the Space Mountain... it made our brains moved to the other side of our head hahahaha but we took a second round, we like extreme rides! our mouths stretched to our ears while riding it! but what's the sad on my part... I missed Antonio sooooo much, how i wished Anton was also there, it is really for kids and family...he will really enjoy Disneyland, well next time. We saw Aiko Melendez their with her hubby and kids! hmmmm handsome hubby :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;After Disney we went to Ocean park... very nice also but experienced heavy rain, we were all wet but did not mind at all, we enjoyed, my cuz Che won so many stuff toys , big and small. i did not get my luck though...again we took the crazy rides their, roller coaster, Abyss, cable cars,river ranger(we all got wet) and sooo much more!! saw the jelly fish and sharks too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;We spent a lot of walking all day and night in HK, us and our battered feet! pity feet and legs, as u can see on my pics... we have a lot of pics with my feet and my cuz's feet also hehehehe...we call it feetish :) we visited the avenue of stars or walk of fame like in manila and hollywood.... where i saw the names of jet Lee, chaw Yun Fat (did i spell it correctly? hmmm) , Jacky Chan and so many chinese actors and actresses. We also witnessed the dancing light in The Avenue of Stars, it started at 8 pm...sooooo many people there, with different nationalities. We visited Mong KOk, a street for women as they say coz we can find all the cheap accessories, RTW, shoes , watches etc.. oh sarap mag shopping, pera lang ang wala...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Our last day in HK was in Peak Tram... the highest peak of HK, actually it is located in a hill, it is reachble by bus or train. We suppose to get the train going up but we took the wrong bus... we did not know that the bus we took will go directly to peak Tram... it was rainy day, gloomy and foggy! very cold... when we arrived there, we went to the wax museum, again we saw jet lee there and jacky chan but did not have the opportunity to have a pic with Papa Jacky Chan coz i have to pay 70 HKD! well thank u nalang hehehehehe So then we met the friends of Che who lives in HK. We ate in the most expensive restaurant there. I almost vomited when I saw the prices... 4,000 HKD, 2500 HKD wow!!! as what Che said, "Maka Takig ang presyo" it took time for us to order because we want to order the cheapest food.. a lot of discusions who will pay the bill... well Ricky has a credit card LOL... we even reached to the point to go out while we have not oredered yet hehehehe oh well we just forgot the costs... but the experience itself...i told my cousins I will never check my bank account when i'm back in Phils, i might faint...the place is very cozy and expensive. like ayala alabang and green hills in manila. The highlight there is the over looking city of Hongkong, but unfortunately we did not see the city coz was really foggy!!!we cannot see the buildings anymore, and was very cold! Just baught Chocolates for my dearest Anton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The weather in Hongkong is very unpredictable, it rains and suddenly sun comes out then becomes gloomy as if it will rain. I missed the sun there...The city itself is really an advanced city, with all the hi tech machines. All their buses have computerized devices to collect bus fare. We have this card there, called Octopus, it looks exactly an ATM card, it is reloadable. We used it for taking the bus, MTR and shopping. We can even use the card for dining. Very convenient... Subways are very clean and safe. All have Escalators and walkalators...hehehhe we dont know if that's the name for that but looks like escalator but never escalates... if u are too lazy to walk then u can take it , so we made a name for it "walkalators". everything there is all swipes...i love to ride MTR and double deck busses! people in HK are very disciplined, no wonder they have a very progressive country. One thing we observed there is that chinese never go to personal level when treating their clients... they are not friendly people. They really mean business there..they even don't have time to smile...well knowing chinese :) and i think that's one factor that made them an advanced country. But most of all..very disciplined people and I really acknowlege that. They move fast... Life there is really very fast, always after the time. If they have to run they really run. No wonder, they all got muscled legs heheehhe well you will see that in my pics. There are few fat men and women their coz they walk and run a lot, you can see sexy women but got muscled legs :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;That was our trip. It cannot be payed by millions, it was pricelles experience for all of us. Why priceless? Well YOu have to read my Blogadags..still on the process, will post it the soonest! Thanks!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT WAS THE PERFECT GETAWAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-4235554823385713832?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/4235554823385713832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=4235554823385713832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/4235554823385713832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/4235554823385713832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/06/hongkong-macau-escapades.html' title='The Hongkong-Macau Escapades'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ZzZrNmzQ9Zc/RoC1DjOC5yI/AAAAAAAAAAc/eIWB9pJbWuc/s72-c/Copy+(2)+of+DSC00232.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-5027472689074389565</id><published>2007-03-01T09:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:16:32.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem Made Especially For Me...by Ian</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a young lady from Davao city,&lt;br /&gt;who I think is quite cute and pretty.&lt;br /&gt;Princess Anna is her name,&lt;br /&gt;Feisty, naughty and never tame.&lt;br /&gt;A heart of gold and becoming a good friend&lt;br /&gt;I hope it's a thing that will not soon end.&lt;br /&gt;She's kind, funny and sexy for sure,&lt;br /&gt;An intellagent lass that in life wants more.&lt;br /&gt;A plus for this girl with her hopes and dreams&lt;br /&gt;My wish for her is all that it seems.&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/2305104939545859485-5027472689074389565?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/5027472689074389565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=5027472689074389565' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5027472689074389565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5027472689074389565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/02/poem-made-especially-for-meby-ian.html' title='A Poem Made Especially For Me...by Ian'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-7875120426620778742</id><published>2007-02-26T04:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T14:50:14.953+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman...She must be washable, but not made of plastic, have more than 200 moving parts which all must be replaceable and she must function on all kinds of food, she must be able to embrace several kids at the same time, give hug that can heal anything from a bruised knee to a broken heart and she must do all this with only two hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is soft but she is strong , you can't imagine what she can endure and overcome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears are her way of expressing grief, her doubts, her love, her loneliness, her suffering and her pride...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed she is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman has strengths that amazes man. She can handle trouble and carry heavy burdens. She hold happiness, love and opinions. She smiles when feeling like screaming. She sings when she feels like crying, crys when she is happy and laugh when she is afraid. She fights for what she believes in. Stands up against justice. She doesn't take "no" for an answer when she can see a better solution. Her love is unconditional. She cries when her kids are victorious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is only one wrong with her...She forgets what she is worth...&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/2305104939545859485-7875120426620778742?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/7875120426620778742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=7875120426620778742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/7875120426620778742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/7875120426620778742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/02/woman.html' title='Woman...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-253254448801446929</id><published>2007-02-03T10:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:18:05.872+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Friend is Coming...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited... a special friend half way around the world will come and visit me! True friendship isn't about whom's whom we have known the longest, who came first or who cares the best, it's about who came and never left....&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/2305104939545859485-253254448801446929?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/253254448801446929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=253254448801446929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/253254448801446929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/253254448801446929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/02/friend-is-coming.html' title='A Friend is Coming...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-6551662931544783696</id><published>2007-01-14T02:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:19:04.724+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Not What it Seems....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a friend named Ian...I learned a lot from what he said to my email. " I had a huge problem accepting the changes that I saw going on in my life 10 years ago, personally, physically and emotionally. As I have explained I have worked all these problems through and am happy with who and what I am. My thoughts are...This is life DEAL with it. What you see is what you get." So there you are. Hope poeple will learn from this lines also...&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/2305104939545859485-6551662931544783696?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/6551662931544783696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=6551662931544783696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/6551662931544783696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/6551662931544783696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-not-what-it-seems.html' title='Life is Not What it Seems....'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-8082139364987509692</id><published>2007-01-08T06:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:20:01.055+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Routenary Activities...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know why sometimes i feel this unusuall feeling when everything gets into a routinary activity everyday...but i come to realize that i have to appreciate the different "I" and the different experience that i encounter everyday....wala lang, nag eemote kase don't have a class nanaman in this hour :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Activities...'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-5360188993738600399</id><published>2007-01-07T07:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:23:09.377+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Friendster Blues!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've learned how to design my friendster and uploaded lots of pictures...thanks to Meno Gaia hahahahaha...no no no its not what you think...Meno did not teach me..i had time to learn on my vacant period. i envy those friendsters full of colorful moving objects and moving pictures hehehehe well i am happy to be part of this school...again i am truely blessed :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-5360188993738600399?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/5360188993738600399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=5360188993738600399' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5360188993738600399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/5360188993738600399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/01/friendster-blues.html' title='The Friendster Blues!'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-8380785573805390149</id><published>2007-01-04T16:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:26:26.104+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmm... i have to reach 48 kls. my desired weight! hahahahaaha..i missed my body na kase, was not really sexy before but i was slimmer and ...... wag nalang..... :) but it's okey, it's all worth coz i had a very c&lt;a href="javascript:void(0)" onclick="return false;" tabindex="7"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ute and adorable baby :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-8380785573805390149?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/feeds/8380785573805390149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2305104939545859485&amp;postID=8380785573805390149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8380785573805390149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2305104939545859485/posts/default/8380785573805390149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annaceniza.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-years-resolution.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolution'/><author><name>Anna</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01985075561089570713</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos.friendster.com/photos/97/21/29911279/30566085518876l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2305104939545859485.post-3058413195067583522</id><published>2007-01-04T15:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T15:24:55.199+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am savoring this time reflecting on how I have been enriched by my interaction with my family and friends...I realized how I am truely blessed....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2305104939545859485-3058413195067583522?l=annaceniza.blogspot.com' alt='' 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