<?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-3600306451511017755</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:26:29.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugarcane in the easy mornin'</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-6022367475210468640</id><published>2009-07-12T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:13:57.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>oikonomia</title><content type='html'>and ATENEO WINS!&lt;br /&gt;(ateneo vs FEU)&lt;br /&gt;(62-59)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well they could have done better. I think their problem really is their defense. Hindi sila kasing kulit na mag defense tulad ng FEU e. They must want the ball badly. (HAHA okay! its as if I'm good at basketball. I dont even play basketball! HAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird that I'm rooting for ateneo when I'm not even taking the ACET? Yea it is. (haha) I'd rather root for Ateneo than any college there in  the UAAP. let's say I do get into UST, naahh... I've been accustomed to root for Ateneo every UAAP season anyway. All my older siblings went to UP, but neither really said OH GO UP! let's face it, They're not really the best team. They're a good team but others are just better. (sorry haha!:P)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to go to school tomorrow! ugghhh!!! I feel so happy. (blush blush)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I auditioned yesterday for La salle's Cue drama club! I was exhausted from ballet the other night and also from the small gathering I went to (there were a lot of little kids. so kulit! but I love them (:) so the next day, I had to wake up early because I still had to arrange my transpo and stuff. it was crazy. it started at 8am, came in at around 10:40 (BAKIT BA. BATAS AKO E. HAHA!) they i guess started with the memorizing of names then the energizer activities. FUN! HAHA! then lunch then the auditions. Man was I feeling weird by that time. I know I was a little sick by then but still continued with my audition, which was a contemporary dance to John Mayer's song, Slow dancing in a burning room. but didnt finish it. he&lt;br /&gt;hehe:D&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SlnFDMzXySI/AAAAAAAAABg/kqLvEPIhT7Y/s1600-h/Photo108.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SlnFDMzXySI/AAAAAAAAABg/kqLvEPIhT7Y/s320/Photo108.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357529890500888866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PEPPER's GOING WILD! :|&lt;br /&gt;(well not in this picture. Just wanted to give you an idea how cute our baby is. )&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-6022367475210468640?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6022367475210468640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=6022367475210468640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6022367475210468640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6022367475210468640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2009/07/oikonomia.html' title='oikonomia'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SlnFDMzXySI/AAAAAAAAABg/kqLvEPIhT7Y/s72-c/Photo108.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-8145149484047761103</id><published>2009-07-09T05:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:42:28.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stay classy</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SlXlPwEGwfI/AAAAAAAAABY/WiGQ6-S5NBw/s1600-h/ztbwg5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SlXlPwEGwfI/AAAAAAAAABY/WiGQ6-S5NBw/s320/ztbwg5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356439390589993458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dear Ryan, This is sad. REAL SAD.&lt;br /&gt;wondering why there's only 3 lines left in your coke, ry? cause you already finished one!&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could take you away from those slutty girls!&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/3600306451511017755-8145149484047761103?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8145149484047761103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=8145149484047761103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8145149484047761103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8145149484047761103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2009/07/stay-classy.html' title='stay classy'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SlXlPwEGwfI/AAAAAAAAABY/WiGQ6-S5NBw/s72-c/ztbwg5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-2548773915851006340</id><published>2009-07-09T02:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:05:00.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BIOMAN!</title><content type='html'>dinner was oddly quite tonight. It doesn't normally happen in the Rivera house you know. I was seated in between my two sisters on one side, my dad at the end of the table and my sister at the other side of the table. my little brother didn't want to eat anymore, my mom just got home from Yoga and my Brother is.. I don't really know.(its either because he's always out and no one bothers to ask anymore or because he went out without asking again) It was a pretty lonely dinner despite the fact majority of us were there. I miss sunday nights because I know its the only time of the week we get to enjoy each other. But for the past couple of weeks, We haven't really eaten together at home. Stuff happens when everyones already grown up. No once cares what each others thinking anymore.(well during the weekday. SCHOOL RELATED STRESS. HAHA) I guess that's why I enjoyed Little Prince so much. The little prince reminded me so much of my 2nd cousin, Andre. It's sad that he's in America now and is already 8 years old. (OH NO! NO MORE LITTLE ANDJENG:( ) He was the cutest little cousin anyone can have! He was so NAIVE to everything. I remember my sister trying to study for an exam, He was inside her room with a lollipop asking my sister if they could play. (He's makulit e! HAHA) and my sister told andre: "andre, I'm studying. do you wanna study?". he said yes straight away! but he didn't even know what it meant! I guess he thought it was the same as playing cause then the next thing my sister knew, he was jumping and rolling around my sister's bed with his lollipop in his mouth! much to my sister's delight, his lollipop also with his saliva, was all over the bed sheets! HAHA! it was so funny! He didn't know about anything, He was like a sponge just absorbing every idea that comes to him! He was living his life to the fullest. (He can dance thriller man! and he already watched all 6 movies of star wars by the age of 3!) I wish I could be like him. (sigh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hafta go back and do HWS na. err..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-2548773915851006340?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/2548773915851006340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=2548773915851006340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/2548773915851006340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/2548773915851006340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2009/07/bioman.html' title='BIOMAN!'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-8895557955501973692</id><published>2009-07-08T03:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T06:25:08.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, Little Prince</title><content type='html'>It is inevitable to lie about your feelings as you grow older.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A year ago, my tito got married. He came from the states and brought along with him his friends. one of which was shay (for seamus) and jay (for. .. uh. jason? sorry jay forgot! HAHA!). So Shay is a half irish and half Iranian? but lives in california while Jay's canadian. I don't really remember which of the two said we could really speak real good english. At first ... ok wow thanks. it honestly sounds like a compliment. don't you think so? then an afterthough hits you right in your face... HEY! doesn't mean that we're in a third world country, doesn't mean everyone speaks like Janina san Miguel (no offense). If you must know, English has become our 2nd language and not just another foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember someone told me today that in other countries that doesn't really speak english, don't make english and grammar a must in their education (although actually it is because it is the universal language. how do you expect to communicate??). You know, our country has the most potential to be like america in other aspects (not really on values, I still believe we have the best values and respect for elders). look at it this way, We have the potential to become businessmen from the resources available for us such as agricultural products or from the mining and what not. The problem now lies (as I believe) are in the education presented to us. Our school might have been the level 3 PAASCU accreditation but that's merely a paper signed by some officials who think they can control everything! The problem is (for example) a lot of the students in my class can speak english with the proper anunciation and correct grammar(althought sometimes we can't help the fact we make mistakes) better than english teachers in other schools or maybe in our school (ofcourse I can't say that for a fact). our education must toughen up or else. out of the hundreds of topics we are taught in a day, how many of that can you truly say you can remember everything and can re-teach it to other students. My point is we need proper motivation and well ...proper education. It is a fact that Only 7% show mastery of the English language, 2% in Science, and 16% in Math by the time they graduate their senior year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is why I really want to become a teacher. (so kung history lang!) it all starts with the kids. THEY ARE THE FUTURE. I know I can do something about it. I know I can change these Filipinos to become a better citizen, to FORMULATE THEIR OWN OPINIONS OF MATTERS OF CONSEQUENCE AND NOT BELIEVE IN OPINIONS OF PEOPLE IN POWER (e.g. school, parents and what not)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-8895557955501973692?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8895557955501973692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=8895557955501973692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8895557955501973692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8895557955501973692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2009/07/hello-little-prince.html' title='Hello, Little Prince'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-396694217398937100</id><published>2009-07-07T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T07:29:33.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>confused</title><content type='html'>I'm pretty much really annoyed right now. first is because of our science research class. SHe sent us our stuff to do VIA EMAIL (why do we depend so much on you dear friend?) only TODAY. well thank you. If you hope that we would be anywhere close to submitting due reports for tomorrow well I'm sorry to burst your bubble my dear teacher, I don't think this will ever happen. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sorry for ranting about such high school stuff. (although I am in high school) Life hasn't been made easy so far. In some schools, 4th yr is known to be the most lenient and enjoyable year ever but in my case where in I was more expose in STC rather than these other schools, I've feared for the worst in my senior year. From everything I've heard from my friends in the higher batches and also from my 2 sisters who also went to STC, senior here has always been the "expect for the worse" year. Here EVERYTHING happens. And when I say everything, I mean all the STRESS of requirements, PHYSICS and not to mention ENTRANCE TESTS for College. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Having 3 siblings already in college (oh wait the eldest have already graduated. my bad) means you get to hear a lot of incredible stories/ experiences they get to do everyday. It really just makes you want to get your senior year over with and go straight to college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-396694217398937100?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/396694217398937100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=396694217398937100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/396694217398937100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/396694217398937100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2009/07/confused.html' title='confused'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-5037289545746465019</id><published>2008-09-13T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T04:48:37.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is full of ironies</title><content type='html'>It's ironic to know that we remember only a fragment of our most significant seconds/mins/hours/days/months/years of our lives. We want so badly to remember everything of our lives when our brain just refuses to agree with us. It sucks to know we can only remember a piece or two of the huge jigsaw puzzle. I wish i could remember everything but then we see that its just impossible. so we resolve to "capturing the moment" by the use of cameras. although it fails to capture the even bigger picture, its the closest thing we've got to remembering our lives-the ones we really love. with a small picture, we create an imagination and for at least just a second, to relive the moment. LIFE IS FULL OF IRONIES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to the Quezon province today because it was my great aunt and uncle's anniversary. it was really scary because of my great uncle who had a friend who was rich and stuff i may not say because i'm scared.... so he had bodyguards, and his bodyguards had an M16 and a handgun. it was scary. we left earlier than expected because neither of us wanted to know how things would have ended up if we stayed. I'm back in Manila and i'm tired. i did nothing today but eat and sleep and yet i'm tired.  another irony.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-5037289545746465019?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5037289545746465019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=5037289545746465019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/5037289545746465019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/5037289545746465019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-is-full-of-ironies.html' title='life is full of ironies'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-7243571254524241170</id><published>2008-09-06T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:58:58.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lent et douloureux</title><content type='html'>Currently listening to some classical music.It's weird though. I feel sad. Usually i know whats a good song if my emotions change because of the song!:&gt; seriously! haha! that's why i don't like those rap songs because they mean nothing but sex,drugs and more sex. There are more to life that those, you know. see the difference between the old songs and the new ones? before music was something but then these rap artists have changed it into something monstrous! suddenly its all about being sexist just so you can sell your song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO UP PEP SQUAD! wala lang!:) darn it. I'll edit this enxt time. to tamad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-7243571254524241170?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/7243571254524241170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=7243571254524241170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/7243571254524241170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/7243571254524241170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/lent-et-douloureux.html' title='Lent et douloureux'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-6159305054179078139</id><published>2008-09-02T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T05:00:21.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rudolf Nureyev, I love you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://60goingon16.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/09/18/rudi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 275px; height: 351px;" src="http://60goingon16.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2007/09/18/rudi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(May his soul res in peace)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I forgot to mention that my book (DANCER) is actually based on a really dancer. His name is Rudolf Nureyev which is in the book is still the same. I did a little research on him and to my surprise, most of the events in the book was accurate. Rudolf Nureyev was a Principal dancer who lived since 1938 to 1993. He died of AIDS and sadly, AIDS during that time was not yet much known to people. He died at the age of 55.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, he is so HOT. but he's gay. One of his lovers of ERIK BRUHN who was also a dancer.  The book though is not a biography but is something on the point of view of the author, Colum McCann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a GOD in ballet. (by which I mean he was one of the BEST and no matter what he did, HE WAS STILL THE BEST and nothing or no one could touch his title.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Most of his partner in his pas de deux was the most famous and the most beautiful dancer, MARGOT FONTEYN. It's funny though, when they were partners, Rudolf was only just 26 while Margot was already 45. (though with that age, that's pretty spectacular)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dancehelp.com/photos/fonteyn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 245px;" src="http://www.dancehelp.com/photos/fonteyn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I don't really like to judge people (most especially dead people. may GOd have mercy on their soul:) but it's a way of life. we can not avoid it. It just comes natural to EVERYONE. I just think that Rudolf Nureyev was bad (I don't want to say another word because it scares me i might get karma! haha!). with the way he acted on everything but despite everything, He had a reason why he was like that and i think he knew he was bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found out that Margot and rudolf's last performance together was in 1988 when Margot was 69 and Rudolf was 50! (I wonder how that went. And i think it went pretty well:&gt;:&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admire Rudolf Nureyev not only as a dancer, but also as a human being. they way Colum McCann describes him, its as if I saw him or as if i lived in his time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-6159305054179078139?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6159305054179078139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=6159305054179078139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6159305054179078139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6159305054179078139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/rudolf-nureyev-i-love-you.html' title='Rudolf Nureyev, I love you'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-5771693875786281800</id><published>2008-09-01T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T06:03:58.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do you wanna know what I really think?</title><content type='html'>I think that Filipinos blame the constitution for whatever hardship and shit they feel right now. and so LET'S BLAME THE CONSTITUTION. then what happens? I ask you! what do you think will happen if we blamed the president? you speak of injustice, of corruption and say it is. but i say to you, YOU are also corrupt. YOU leave all the blame to the government. instead of ACTUALLY doing something for the betterment of your country, for the betterment of your sake you blame the constitution. you say politicians does not follow the laws. but WAIT. I think now we already have the right to call you a HYPOCRITE. LISTEN to what you are actually saying! YOU say they don't follow the rules! but is it not you who would throw all those crap around the streets? is it not you who also cut those tress illegally? is it not YOU who ask jeenpney drivers to let stop in the middle of street? is it not YOU who stop in the middle of the street or anywhere when you know there is a car at your back JUST SO YOU CAN GET PASSENGERS? THINK. YOU always blame the government because you live in the streets or because you squat anywhere and then YOU BLAME the government AGAIN because they are throwing you out of the streets. but when you look at it, YOU are NOT even suppose to be there! You BLAME the government because you are so poor your house is so dirty and small. I tell you this. POVERTY IS NOT AN EXCUSE FOR IGNORANCE to save the country, to save the world or anything the would benefit the whole country. THINK FILIPINOS. ASK YOUR SELVES, Are you going to blame everything on the government all day long instead of doing something BETTER? to IMPROVE your lives just for once? It is just so unfair that these politicians get ALL THE BLAME for something YOU did. If you want something to happen, THEN DO IT. I'm sick and tired of hearing all these people from rural areas blaming everything! BLAMING! THAT'S ALL I EVER HEAR. WAKE UP! nothing is EVER going to happen if you just sit there and BLAME. I don't say that I am not one of this but for everyone's sake! I at least TRY to do something! Let's not depend so much on the government, Let's first DEPEND ON OURSELVES, for once! WE ALL just lack discipline. I hope WE could all see what WE MUST do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-5771693875786281800?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/5771693875786281800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=5771693875786281800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/5771693875786281800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/5771693875786281800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/09/do-you-wanna-know-what-i-really-think.html' title='do you wanna know what I really think?'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-8267588534077528513</id><published>2008-08-30T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T23:40:52.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is all you need</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;You know how frustrating it is to hope for something but at the back of your mind you know it may never happen. the irony of life is that they tell us to hope, wish, pray and all that shit but seriously, Do you really think that there is a big chance you will end up getting what you've always wanted? In some situations yes and in some no. They say if we dream big and if we believe and work hard for what we want then we'll achieve it. i say how many big companies in the past that have, yes succeeded in life? a lot. But what comes after? the fall. Isn't ironic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate feeling so vulnerable to anything or to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-8267588534077528513?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8267588534077528513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=8267588534077528513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8267588534077528513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8267588534077528513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/love-is-all-you-need.html' title='Love is all you need'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-8619261033900418417</id><published>2008-08-30T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:45:55.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ugh</title><content type='html'>What's wrong with me? why is my patience suddenly running out on me again? is it because I'm tired and it's already evening? or is it maybe I'm really pissed with someone? I don't know. YOU tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-8619261033900418417?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8619261033900418417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=8619261033900418417' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8619261033900418417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8619261033900418417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/ugh.html' title='ugh'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-6310224440952456596</id><published>2008-08-30T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T08:32:18.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Emo boys are gay</title><content type='html'>Have tons of bruises, chest is aching, feels very sticky, wants something i may never have and yet happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since i doubt that a lot of people would be reading my blog. I'd really come out and say what i feel. emotions I know i have to accept. sometimes i try to occupy my mind from other things because when I'm all alone I know i'd have to face reality. first is:&lt;br /&gt;    1. I have a crush on someone's brother. THERE. i said it. let's call him W. W is not that gwpo or         hot or what have you but i don't know. I want W to notice me or something. And i ruined that         chance before. (sigh) jeez.. I sound like Gossip Girl. though mine's harder! you'll never know who     W is:&gt;:&gt; kay! haha!!&lt;br /&gt;    2. I hate being alone in public places. I don't know why. I guess i have to always have someone         with me to give me a sense of security.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far those are the only things in mind right now except for whatever happened tonight. I went to kim's party kasi!:P anyway It was really fun! I left 10:15 i think but whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate emo boys. as lia said to me awhile ago. They dress to impress and nothing more. they think being emo is so friggin' cool when in reality you look like FOOL. stop being someone you're not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recommend you guys to listen to belle and sebastian. they're really cool. wala lang. :):)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="300" height="110"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/zMCwOFp853"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/zMCwOFp853" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="300" height="110" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/tawnii/music/8zUmV3tY/belle_sebastian_im_a_cuckoo/"&gt;Im A Cuckoo - Belle &amp;amp; Sebastian&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-6310224440952456596?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6310224440952456596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=6310224440952456596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6310224440952456596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6310224440952456596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/emo-boys-are-gay.html' title='Emo boys are gay'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-8936224367203190728</id><published>2008-08-29T07:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:27:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>stop bursting bubbles,Marla!</title><content type='html'>I have to stop bursting  bubbles. Whenever I'm already going to write something good and fun that happened to me, something sad just comes up and you know what happens!:P haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLgCldCrTLI/AAAAAAAAABA/ODnKLrr7Vng/s1600-h/aug14-15+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 195px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLgCldCrTLI/AAAAAAAAABA/ODnKLrr7Vng/s320/aug14-15+023.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239941008919841970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLgCK6L5B8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/HMTxhj5BLTs/s1600-h/aug14-15+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 161px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLgCK6L5B8I/AAAAAAAAAA4/HMTxhj5BLTs/s320/aug14-15+003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239940552886650818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the first picture above shows&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ryan ross&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brendon Urie&lt;/span&gt; during the PANIC AT THE DISCO live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I watched Panic at the Disco last august 14,2008. Best night ever. well so far. Just wanted to share. I was with my friend (L-R;2nd pic) Amanda,(that's me),Pau and kim. together with amanda's bro with his friend and also amanda's other friends. yeah.. like you got it! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really had fun. even though i didn't get to meet them I felt like i did. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IN SPIRIT.&lt;/span&gt; WTF?? HAHAHA!! something's wrong with me. I don't know what. something's all happy inside of me. haha! i think its because i have mastered the art of blogspot! kidding. i suck. haha! anyway:) It's 11:11 pm and i just made a wish! its funny how the wish thing happened. you know? it was the last day of classes for AY 2007-2008 and my friends and I stayed in Bea's house and it was how everything started  i guess? but not totally. oh jeez! i can't explain. sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sort off tired and want to sleep. I'll do the sleeping later I have to read DANCER by Colum McCann.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41TPZW4EBSL._SL500_AA240_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 246px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/41TPZW4EBSL._SL500_AA240_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm near the middle. because of the school work and stuff i haven't found time to finish the book so i figured I'd finish it tonight. although Im not yet in the middle or not yet in the climax i feel like a lot already have happened. I love how sir Colum writes. in every chapter there is subchapters and every subchapter, a different person is telling a story but still revolves around the main character. I love how he makes you read carefully to know who is telling the story. It really makes you remember everything. I love the book. I would really recommend you guys to read it. althoug, frankly, if you don't really like books or you only read books that are focused on romance, you might not enjoy it but then again it would become a real challenge for you. it really opens your eyes to what had happened during the war and what is happening now. the setting is during the Nazis and after the war in Russia. Its really nice. haha! i've been saying that for like 2-3x already! anyway. goodnight guys:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-8936224367203190728?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8936224367203190728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=8936224367203190728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8936224367203190728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8936224367203190728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/stop-bursting-bubblesmarla.html' title='stop bursting bubbles,Marla!'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLgCldCrTLI/AAAAAAAAABA/ODnKLrr7Vng/s72-c/aug14-15+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-6969046144457603402</id><published>2008-08-29T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T06:57:22.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>please please me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.whateverlife.com" target="_blank" alt="From Whateverlife.com!"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v221/ashbernie311/welife/welife2/watermelonwelcome.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucking did it! yes i did! with the help of MARA jaurigue-bautista and MARGOT sanchez-ZEHR (k!:P) kidding! welcome to my blogspot. and finally I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fucking free from the crazy, manipulating, judgmental minds of my relatives and others. How come my relatives just had to think that they're "someone"? WHY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Honestly, I would really think that the whole point of blogging for self pity and self absorption is rubbish. and yet, I am here. typing. in a BLOG. well i bet you're thinking well you're a damn hypocrite! well what if i am? I don't give a shit. I guess i don't also know the answer to why I'm doing this. is it because everyone's doing it? NO. i don't know. I guess knowing that here in my the Philippines, Blogspot isn't &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;/span&gt;trend anymore you don't worry about a lot of people reading your blog and therefore not much judging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could also call me a coward or anything pertaining to scared, afraid and that bullshit. everyone in my Family just seems to know how to talk, how to speak their mind and shit and for me, its not as easy as 1,2,3 even if i was a debater. every time i would post a blog in my multiply, i feel like everything just has to "perfect". no wrong grammar, no filipino words in between, words are deep and stuff. so here in blogspot i feel like I'm free from those evil minds of my relatives. hopefully they wouldn't see this! haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry i just had to burst your bubble with my nosensical stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-6969046144457603402?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/6969046144457603402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=6969046144457603402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6969046144457603402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/6969046144457603402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/please-please-me.html' title='please please me'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3600306451511017755.post-8198138032368759479</id><published>2008-08-28T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T06:12:13.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>self absorption and self pity</title><content type='html'>How i appreciate blogs now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hated people using blogs in multiply and they make like 10++ blogs in one day. for keep's sake can't you put it all in just ONE blog instead of flooding multiply? I don't mind if you flood blogspot. obviously. go fucking flood your own blog page instead of using the blog in multiply if ever your only intention is to post so many blogs in one day. don't you know it irritates people? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this sat, my really close friend asked me to go to her party. and i would have but this sat just also happens to be the family get together to celebrate(ok not celebrate because it sounds as if we were happy she's gone. no. we were really sad mind you.) anyway so there. even though i know its gonna be bore, i'd still choose family anytime. family means a lot to me. you know? anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;though i can't still figure out how to fix my blog. like the blogskin shit. anway i'll do it another time. i hafta run. see yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3600306451511017755-8198138032368759479?l=weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/feeds/8198138032368759479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3600306451511017755&amp;postID=8198138032368759479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8198138032368759479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3600306451511017755/posts/default/8198138032368759479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weareallasmadasrabbits.blogspot.com/2008/08/self-absorption-and-self-pity.html' title='self absorption and self pity'/><author><name>Marla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17778191107270227661</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M18pBSGfORg/SLftN25kxAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6-_Ang-Yw_s/S220/P09-08-08-23.23.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
