<?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-23497437</id><updated>2011-12-08T03:17:43.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMOIRS~</title><subtitle type='html'>Picture's may fade but Memories will last forever!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>195</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5054755097954105612</id><published>2011-12-08T02:22:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T03:17:43.531+08:00</updated><title type='text'>attitude makeover</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I live in the Philippines for almost 4 years now. I have changed a lot since I moved here. I have met the people who I should meet during my existence and who I shouldn't have met. I have learned a lot. I survived living on my own and had undergone those stresses in my life. Before I went to the Philippines I was so scared. I think Brunei-raised people also experienced these stuff. Our story differences are merely on the details. So I was like, what am I going to do there? How am I going to survive there? From a peaceful country to this populated country? You kidding me right? And  So I prayed for God's guidance. That God won't leave me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea I also went through those friendship dramas in college. I don't like what I've become here. I think too much teleserye stuff. I don't own the television anymore so what I watch here are those pinoy teleseryes that I think are lame now. I'm getting to know the culture. Feels like I'm in high school, I don't know but I became emotionally unstable here. Plus yea this breaking up thing so I was really emotionally unstable. I forgot being a carefree anymore. I forgot my optimism. I let those words behind my back bring me down. I was against chimosa/chismoso then but little by little I think I'm becoming on of those people. I was one of those who didnt see the negative side of a person but now I noticed more of the negative side of the person than the positive side. I forgot to smile and now always frowning. I got hurt. My social skills sucks here. I'm so quiet and I feel so alone in this populated country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel sorry for myself. But I know that its never too late for some changes. Maybe I just need a little of attitude makeover. Err. 1st Christmas and New Year alone while family are in Brunei.....can they just banned Christmas and New Year for Ria's sake? Oh right I don't own the world so I have no right to banned the holidays. BOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh college will be over soon. Lets get this sh*t over with. For now, I have like 2-3 hours before another freakin duty starts all over again. DAAAMMMMNNN.&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/23497437-5054755097954105612?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5054755097954105612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5054755097954105612&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5054755097954105612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5054755097954105612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2011/12/attitude-makeover.html' title='attitude makeover'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5638704415086621764</id><published>2011-12-08T01:48:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:19:31.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Ria stop being so NAIVE."</title><content type='html'>Way back in high school I was told that I'm being NAIVE and a LOSER. I know what LOSER means and I didnt care coz its true that I'm a LOSER. I thought NAIVE and LOSER has the same meaning until someone said "RIA STOP BEING SO NAIVE". Thanks to my Samsung Corby I with this dictionary apps thingy it helped me figure out the meaning of the word NAIVE. It says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NAIVE&lt;/span&gt; - IF YOU DESCRIBE SOMEONE AS NAIVE, YOU THINK THEY LACK EXPERIENCE AND SO EXPECT THINGS TO BE EASY OR PEOPLE TO BE HONEST OR KIND.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I laughed when I finally knew the meaning of it and went crazy. I forgot when I found out the meaning of the word but I was laughing and crying. Coz the word so describes me. Maybe I should stop being so NAIVE. Thinking that things would always be EASY wont be easy if you wont work hard for it. People will be honest and kind because we were born to fit in in this chaotic world. But people will leave you someday because they have a life to live and you have a life to live. Sometimes in life, being STRONG is the only choice to survive in this chaotic world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5638704415086621764?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5638704415086621764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5638704415086621764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5638704415086621764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5638704415086621764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2011/12/ria-stop-being-so-naive.html' title='&quot;Ria stop being so NAIVE.&quot;'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3674554760187223977</id><published>2011-11-29T17:50:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T02:58:56.272+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbreaks.</title><content type='html'>I used to blog about how that first heartbreak way back then killed me. But what just happened really killed me. So that's how it feels like. Feels like you were in a car crash and then get killed and then your body just get thrown in the trash just like that. Everything was alright, I did got in to Philippine Orthopedic Center (my dream hospital) and the idea that graduation is just around the corner. But then something happened, something that might ruin me. This heartbreak thing is just killing me. At first I was asking WHAT THE HELL JUST HAPPENED? WHY THE HELL IS THAT HAPPENING TO ME? He's explaining me these reasons which made me asked why he didn't fought for me and just left me just like that. Its just pathetic. I don't know how many days I cried but yea I can't stop crying....until now. I guess I give 100% of my heart to him. Maybe the next time I love I won't give 100% anymore. Coz it hurts 100% now. Plus I don't want to expect that we will be together again anymore. Coz I don't think there's something about him that I want anymore. I thought there's still but when I think about it, I don't want it anymore. I don't want to think about the future anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that people leave and hurt you for a reason. maybe there's a reason why he did. And now he's not going to be one of those reasons why I want to wake up every morning. =(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3674554760187223977?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3674554760187223977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3674554760187223977&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3674554760187223977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3674554760187223977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2011/11/heartbreaks.html' title='Heartbreaks.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-731801512305771319</id><published>2011-03-06T01:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T01:59:15.371+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mean Girls vs. Mean Girls 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Well I think we all know that there was this movie Mean Girls way back in 2004 with Lindsay Lohan in it and Rachel McAdams. I think that was the movie when we love and hate the character Karen Smith played by Amanda Seyfried. Then now there's Mean Girls 2. Meaghan Jette Martin is the main character.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I actually don't get it why it's Mean Girls 2 and not Mean Girls 2:The Remake or something. Because it doesn't have any connection at all with the first one. Unlike Harry Potter 1 then there's 2 and you see that there's the connection of the story. I thought the Mean Girl will be Ragina George's little sister. It became a tween-ish movie. Also I don't think Maiara Walsh is fit at playing the B*tch one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mean Girls 2 was ok. But unlike the Mean Girls movie I don't think I'll watch it all over again for like a million times. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCi6Lzhl0cA/TXJ2K-xBVZI/AAAAAAAABMk/yhgXuXo9Ig0/s1600/Mean-Girls-2-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCi6Lzhl0cA/TXJ2K-xBVZI/AAAAAAAABMk/yhgXuXo9Ig0/s320/Mean-Girls-2-Movie-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580652819284841874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df6yW4yBEHU/TXJ2LL554TI/AAAAAAAABMs/-A53gZThdtI/s1600/Mean-Girls-Movie-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Df6yW4yBEHU/TXJ2LL554TI/AAAAAAAABMs/-A53gZThdtI/s320/Mean-Girls-Movie-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580652822811762994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-731801512305771319?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/731801512305771319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=731801512305771319&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/731801512305771319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/731801512305771319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2011/03/mean-girls-vs-mean-girls-2.html' title='Mean Girls vs. Mean Girls 2'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KCi6Lzhl0cA/TXJ2K-xBVZI/AAAAAAAABMk/yhgXuXo9Ig0/s72-c/Mean-Girls-2-Movie-Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8676449632292631255</id><published>2011-02-13T11:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:47:36.964+08:00</updated><title type='text'>127 hours.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LQVVOfakj0/TVdQSmdjVbI/AAAAAAAABMc/k3c6EkXTUxQ/s1600/tumblr_lgh706rnB91qdwqveo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LQVVOfakj0/TVdQSmdjVbI/AAAAAAAABMc/k3c6EkXTUxQ/s320/tumblr_lgh706rnB91qdwqveo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573011344386643378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Its been a long time since I watch a movie on cinemas. The last movie I watched was last year which is Gulliver's Travel with my mates in The Mall cinema, Brunei. It was my first time to watch a movie in Alabang Town Center Cinema. The first movie I watched in that cinema is 127 hours. The movie is based on a true story. According to Wikipedia, it was released in the USA last year, November 4, 2010. But here in the Philippines, its this week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;This movie is about this mountain climber, Aaron Ralston played by James Franco whose hands got stuck in one of those boulders in a Canyon in Utah. He shouted for help but it was too deep for them to hear. So he was stuck there for 127 hours with only one hand, limited water and food, his gadgets, ropes, swiss knife and those stuff inside his back pack. He was dehydrated, his heart is burning, he's numb. After 127 hours, he ran out of option, so he cut his hand with this knife and survived. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;That was one hell of a experience. If that happened to me, I'd rather die. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;James Franco was amazing! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8676449632292631255?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8676449632292631255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8676449632292631255&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8676449632292631255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8676449632292631255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2011/02/127-hours.html' title='127 hours.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5LQVVOfakj0/TVdQSmdjVbI/AAAAAAAABMc/k3c6EkXTUxQ/s72-c/tumblr_lgh706rnB91qdwqveo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-9135135495020935924</id><published>2011-02-13T10:09:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T11:47:16.416+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight and the other saga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ4chW9xORc/TVdMh13n2oI/AAAAAAAABME/U7UAtYYxLxU/s1600/twilight-series.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ4chW9xORc/TVdMh13n2oI/AAAAAAAABME/U7UAtYYxLxU/s320/twilight-series.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573007208174049922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*This won't be the post about comparing Twilight and Harry Potter because obviously, there's a big contrast between them. It'll be about the book and the movie.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;So I came across this magazine about New Moon which is a Twilight Saga. I never really liked the book. Well they said the book is better than the movie but when I read the book, I'd rather watch the movie and I'd rather sleep. I'm not against it but yeah I just think that the book is too fictional for me. Those sparkly vampires, immortal/mortal love, werewolf and vampire fighting over this clumsy girl which is human. . .it doesn't interest me. Edward Cullen was so perfect that girls fell in love with him, girls who are watching twilight are those of tweens, those who aged 13-17? Girls at that stage will be like expecting guys are like that and that's when they will develop attraction to guys. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I like those romance novel but I don't know the romance in this book is too much. yeah I'm a girl who likes those scene that makes me go Awwww.....but I don't know there's too much awww in this novel. Bella is not helping on that MOVIN ON after Edward left her. but yea it does shows how TOO MUCH LOVE WILL KILL YOU.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I admire how Stephenie Meyer create her own version of vampires and warewolves. only this book consists of too much romance. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;and I'd rather watch the movie than read the book. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GXeEriPmVFc/TVdNSIChN7I/AAAAAAAABMM/rGJFAIKbQjQ/s320/movie_cullens4.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573008037685311410" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-9135135495020935924?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/9135135495020935924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=9135135495020935924&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/9135135495020935924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/9135135495020935924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2011/02/twilight-and-other-saga.html' title='Twilight and the other saga.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YZ4chW9xORc/TVdMh13n2oI/AAAAAAAABME/U7UAtYYxLxU/s72-c/twilight-series.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6867964830507743387</id><published>2010-12-25T04:16:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T04:47:07.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Julai 2006</title><content type='html'>Karangan Jenis Laporan *Picture&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tajuk: &lt;b&gt;Kamu telah mengikuti kursus kepimpinan pelajar pada cuti semester lepas. Selepas kembali daripada kursus tersebut, pengetua sekolah kamu telah meminta kamu menyediakan laporan tentang kursus tersebut. Tuliskan laporan itu selengkapnya.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Laporan mengikuti kursus kepimpinan pelajar Sekolah Menengah Jamalul Alam, SMJA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Sekolah Menengah SMJA telah mengadakan 'Kursus kepimpinan pelajar pada cuti semester lepas' pada hari Sabtu, 1 Julai 2006 di dewan besar sekolah. Pada jam 8.00 pagi hingga 10.00 pagi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pada pukul 8.00 pagi, pengetua Sekolah Menengah SMJA mengucapkan terima kasik kepada pelajar yang mengukuti kursus kepimpinan pelajar. Selepas itu pelajar-pelajar &lt;i&gt;membuat&lt;/i&gt; (mangadakan) persembahan. Antara&lt;i&gt;nya&lt;/i&gt; (itu) ialah mendeklamasi sejak dan drama pendek tentang semangat seorang pelajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pada pukul 9.00 pagi pelajar-pelajar dibenarkan melihat pameran yang diadakan di sekitar dewan. &lt;i&gt;Pameran&lt;/i&gt; (Itu) telah disediakan oleh guru-guru Sekolah Menengah SMJA. Pameran itu menonjolkan keputusan seorang pelajar cemerlang pada cuti sememster lepas. Selebihnya menunjukkan kreativiti pelajar. (Yang lain itu adalah kreativiti pelajar yang dibuat oleh pelajar-pelajar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pada pukul 9:15 pagi &lt;i&gt;pelajar-pelajar disuruhkan&lt;/i&gt; (ada seorang guru yang memangil pelajar-pelajar untuk) aktiviti mencabar minda &lt;i&gt;mereka&lt;/i&gt;(pelajar). Ada yang menjawab soalan, menyelesaikan masalah dan sebagainya. Selepas itu pelajar-pelajar yang terlibat dalam kursus tersebut mangadakan jamuan kepada mereka dengan pengetua dan guru-guru lain. Pada 9:45 upacara penyampaian hadiah bagi pelajar cemerlang dalam melakukan aktiviti semasa kursus telah diadakan. Yang menyampaikan hadiah-hadiah itu ialah pengetua Sekolah Menengah SMJA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Selepas itu ucapan pengetua telah diadakan. Pengetua berharap pelajar yang mengikut dapat mengaplikasikan perolehan daripada kursus kepimpinan pelajar dalam diri masing masing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Laporan disediankan,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Arrianne &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Setiausaha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kursus kepimpinan pelajar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sekolah Menengah SMJA.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Tingkatkan lagi usaha. Memuaskan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6867964830507743387?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6867964830507743387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6867964830507743387&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6867964830507743387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6867964830507743387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/12/1-julai-2006.html' title='1 Julai 2006'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8868101757626490857</id><published>2010-12-25T03:34:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T03:56:45.223+08:00</updated><title type='text'>15 April 2006</title><content type='html'>Karangan Bentuk Berita. &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tajuk: &lt;b&gt;Seekor ular sawa yang panjangnya kira-kira sepuluh meter ditangkap oleh Jawatankuwasa Perunding Kampung. Sebagai pemberita sebuah akhbar. Tuliskan berita mengenai penangkapan ular tersebut.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;RIMBA, Selasa -- Seekor ular sawa yang panjangnya kira-kira sepuluh meter ditangkap oleh Jawatankuasa Perunding Kampung.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Seekor ular sawa yang dijumpai di kawasan rumah Awang Kudil bin Kail yang terletak di Rimba (pada hari Selasa iaitu 11 April). Awang Kudil bin Kail sedang bersiar-siar di halaman rumahnya. Dia nampak tali yang bersinar &lt;i&gt;yang menyangka besar&lt;/i&gt;. Ia terfikir macammana (tali) itu (berada di sana). Dia pun pergi ke tempat di mana tali itu berada. Tali itu sedang bergerak dan dia dia tahu itu adalah ular.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dia pun memanggil Jawantankuasa Perunding Kampung dan mereka berjaya menangkap seekor ular sawa itu. Ular sawa itu (melebar) berukuran kira-kira 8 inci dan kepanjangannya ialah kira-kira 10 meter. Ular sawa itu &lt;i&gt;dimasukkan &lt;/i&gt;(diletak) disebuah kotak besar. Mereka &lt;i&gt;memberi makan &lt;/i&gt;(memelihara) ular itu dengan ayam, itik dan sebagainya. Setiausaha Perunding Kampung menghubungi pasukan bomba yang berdekatan kerana mereka takut ular itu akan mencedera penduduk-penduduk kampung. Pasukan bomba bergegas ke tempat kejadian pada 7:30 malam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pasukan bomba membawa ular tersebut untuk diserahkan kepada pihak muzium. Ular itu boleh dilihat di muzium.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;*Baik, teruskan usaha.&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/23497437-8868101757626490857?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8868101757626490857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8868101757626490857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8868101757626490857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8868101757626490857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/12/15-april-2006.html' title='15 April 2006'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2114599601559740142</id><published>2010-12-25T02:49:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T03:58:36.227+08:00</updated><title type='text'>28 Februari 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tajuk:&lt;b&gt; Masalah ponteng sekolah dikalangan pelajar semakin serius sejak akhir-akhir ini. Pada pendapat kamu, apakah yang mendorong masalah ini terus berlaku?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pendahuluan - Satu fenomena yang berlaku di mana-mana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isi -&gt; -masalah keluarga (ekonomi) (contoh).  -rakan sebaya (contoh)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Masalah (Pilih satu) -&gt; 1.Rakan sebaya, 2.Masalah kelaurga, 3.suasana/persekitaran sekolah, 4.pengaruh media masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Masalah ponteng sekolah di kalangan(dikalanga) pelajar adalah semakin serius pada masa ini. Bukan sahaja di negeri ini tetapi &lt;i&gt;di negara-negara&lt;/i&gt;(ada banyak negeri-negeri) lain pun mempunyai masalah ini. Masalah ponteng sekolah boleh terbahagi kepada empat bahagian iaitu rakan sebaya, masalah keluarga, suasana sekolah dan pengaruh media masa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Dalam rakan sebaya, ponteng sekolah boleh &lt;i&gt;terjadi&lt;/i&gt; (menjadi masalah. Itu). Kerana ada pelajar yang berkawan dengan orang yang tidak bersopan-santun. (Dan diajarnya) Kawannya akan mempegaruhi hal yang tidak baik, seperti melepak di mall dan di mana-mana sahaja.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;Faktor kedua ialah faktor &lt;/i&gt;dalam keluarga, ponteng sekolah pun boleh &lt;i&gt;terjadi akibatnya &lt;/i&gt;(mejadi masalah). Kerana &lt;i&gt;masalah&lt;/i&gt; (dengan) ibu-bapa pelajar itu. Kalau ibu-bapa pelajar itu selalu marah dengan anaknya, pelajar itu menjadi emosi dan pelajar itu selalu mahu ponteng sekolah. Kalau ibu-bapa pelajar it mahu anak mereka untuk menjadi apa yang anaknya itu tidak suka, anaknya itu pun tidak&lt;i&gt;lah &lt;/i&gt;mahu pergi ke sekolah (kerana) cita-citanya tidak akan tercapai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Masalah ponteng sekolah di kalangan (dikalangan) pelajar mestilh dihentikan (diperhentikan). Guru-guru mestilah mengajar penuntut-penuntutnya supaya tidak menjadi orang yang tidak bersopan santun sejak mereka dalam sekolah rendah supaya menjadi orang yang berguna pada masa akan datang. Ibu-bapa mestilah memberi peluang anak-anak mereka untuk menjadi apa yang cita-cita mereka. Dengan itu ponteng sekolah boleh (direndah) dilurus perlahan-lahan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Gunakan kata hubung yang sesuai.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*Susun ayat dengan betul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2114599601559740142?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2114599601559740142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2114599601559740142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2114599601559740142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2114599601559740142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/12/28-februari-2006.html' title='28 Februari 2006'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8287522685450043134</id><published>2010-12-10T11:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:06:06.512+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TQGY2Sr43oI/AAAAAAAABL0/Qg7FHBln7Bk/s1600/%253D%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TQGY2Sr43oI/AAAAAAAABL0/Qg7FHBln7Bk/s320/%253D%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548884274393439874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tis this season to be jolly, fa la la la la la la la la. . . =D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8287522685450043134?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8287522685450043134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8287522685450043134&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8287522685450043134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8287522685450043134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/12/d.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TQGY2Sr43oI/AAAAAAAABL0/Qg7FHBln7Bk/s72-c/%253D%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-1010934732341654964</id><published>2010-11-28T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:36:18.015+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Data Gathering.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ1HfEt9oI/AAAAAAAABK8/H09Dp7XzUF0/s1600/Data%2Bgathering.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ1HfEt9oI/AAAAAAAABK8/H09Dp7XzUF0/s320/Data%2Bgathering.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544622862707324546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ2Gip39NI/AAAAAAAABLU/Zswqe5Lf4K0/s1600/RSCN1920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ2Gip39NI/AAAAAAAABLU/Zswqe5Lf4K0/s320/RSCN1920.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544623946000233682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Data gathering yesterday. I was amazed with the fact that I didn’t get exhausted because of this red energy drink, &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;STING &lt;/strong&gt;and&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt; ENERVON(more energy mas happy, more energy mas happy!)&lt;/strong&gt;. My mouth was tired tho coz I have to explain to our respondents in tagalog and I ran out of tagalog after that. I’ve learned that &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; "&gt;BALO &lt;/strong&gt;is the tagalog word for &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;WIDOWED&lt;/strong&gt;. Plus I have to volumize my voice. But it was fun, made me ask this question:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;What if my grandma’s still alive right now maybe i’ll be really different from who I am now? What if my grandma’s still alive right now I wonder how my life would’ve been? and more WHAT IF questions...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I grew up with my Lola(tagalog word for grandma), my mom said that if my Lola have to go somewhere, I’ll cry out loud so she can’t leave me. And she always buy me coke so that I’ll shut up from crying out loud. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ2G9On-eI/AAAAAAAABLc/iZW2FfJH5qY/s1600/5889_275475460312_787855312_8387584_1889897_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ2G9On-eI/AAAAAAAABLc/iZW2FfJH5qY/s320/5889_275475460312_787855312_8387584_1889897_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544623953133697506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/23497437-1010934732341654964?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/1010934732341654964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=1010934732341654964&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1010934732341654964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1010934732341654964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/11/data-gathering.html' title='Data Gathering.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ1HfEt9oI/AAAAAAAABK8/H09Dp7XzUF0/s72-c/Data%2Bgathering.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3100437219626088469</id><published>2010-11-28T23:10:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T23:41:29.638+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on a lazy sunday I decided to visit you. =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sooo.....its been a long time since I blog here. Sorry for abandoning you and for actively updating my tumblr than you. But yeah, you'll always be the original blog I own. You've been with me since my grammar sucked and since I spelled your when I suppose to spell it you're. =) Now where should I start?! Hmmm well I'm now on my 2nd semester of 3rd year, I still suck at socializing and retaining information on my head when I study. I'm hoping that could change this semester. I'm sorry I mean I will change that this semester. My weekends are usually boring, cause its the only time I get to rest from the tiredness of school days so I get really lazy on a weekend to go out. I'm currently finishing my thesis so that I'll have a wonderful worry-less-from-thesis Christmas Break. I love to watch Glee, America's Next Top Model, Grey's Anatomy and Victorious these days. If I missed one episode I feel like i'm totally left out of the television world. I want Ann to win in ANTM Cycle 15 but sources revealed that Chelsea will won. That was the worst episode I've watched when Kurt left WHMS for Dalton Academy in GLEE. I miss sports especially Badminton but yeah everyone's busy so yea they don't want to play it with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Basically, I'm still Ria. Nothing changed tho. These are posts in my tumblr this morning:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJz6iFLxPI/AAAAAAAABKs/VzQFHHcbJDw/s1600/ria%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJz6iFLxPI/AAAAAAAABKs/VzQFHHcbJDw/s320/ria%2B1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621540664657138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;"those morning when you want to go back to bed to sleep but when you close your eyes you can’t sleep. =|"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ0QlfFecI/AAAAAAAABK0/OCS3rEXP_5E/s1600/pambahay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJ0QlfFecI/AAAAAAAABK0/OCS3rEXP_5E/s320/pambahay.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544621919535724994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); "&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;"T-SHIRT and SHORTS&lt;/strong&gt;: the usual &lt;strong style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;pambahay &lt;/strong&gt;when you’re not going anywhere or on a lazy day ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3100437219626088469?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3100437219626088469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3100437219626088469&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3100437219626088469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3100437219626088469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/11/on-lazy-sunday-i-decided-to-visit-you.html' title='on a lazy sunday I decided to visit you. =)'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TPJz6iFLxPI/AAAAAAAABKs/VzQFHHcbJDw/s72-c/ria%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8004653527722739725</id><published>2010-10-10T07:53:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T08:01:34.680+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10.10.10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TLEBkzB3v7I/AAAAAAAABKk/K1ov7Px3mnY/s1600/10.10.10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TLEBkzB3v7I/AAAAAAAABKk/K1ov7Px3mnY/s320/10.10.10.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526199949445283762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no idea why all of a sudden I want to jog when I got up this morning. surprisingly I had fun jogging, I felt like I was on a 1500m competition or something. and my abnormal right feet did not hurt anymore when I ran. yay! =D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8004653527722739725?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8004653527722739725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8004653527722739725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8004653527722739725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8004653527722739725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/10/101010.html' title='10.10.10'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TLEBkzB3v7I/AAAAAAAABKk/K1ov7Px3mnY/s72-c/10.10.10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4098217972085540552</id><published>2010-09-12T10:53:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T10:57:59.408+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Step Up 3D awesomeness.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQeaAg62_xY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/WQeaAg62_xY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9Epdr8fJ0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Z9Epdr8fJ0A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just watched this movie last night online. it was the most awesome movie I've ever seen so far. mind blown with its awesome choreography. Adam G. Sevani and Harry Shum Jr.!!!  I’m so gonna get me a DVD of this movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4098217972085540552?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WQeaAg62_xY&amp;feature=related' title='Step Up 3D awesomeness.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4098217972085540552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4098217972085540552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4098217972085540552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4098217972085540552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Have you ever kissed someone in a bedroom?&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2. Ever had sex in a bathroom?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3. What is the last non-alcoholic beverage you had?&lt;br /&gt;Water. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4. Ever kissed someone else’s boyfriend/girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5. What’s the worst way to say I love you?&lt;br /&gt;when someone just say it for fun and don't really mean it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6. What is your current annoyance?&lt;br /&gt;laptop, its ruining my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7. Do you prefer hot or cold weather?&lt;br /&gt;HOT coz I'm HOT. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8. Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?&lt;br /&gt;Of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9. Do you get distracted easily?&lt;br /&gt;yea, unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?&lt;br /&gt;watching La Corda d'Oro on youtube. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;11. Are you jealous of someone?&lt;br /&gt;hmmm no.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;12. Name someone that made you laugh today?&lt;br /&gt;Tj De Vera with his text message. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13. What are you listening to?&lt;br /&gt;the song that is playing on nightclub city. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;14. How many girls do you fully trust?&lt;br /&gt;well there's my mom and a few friends. so that makes it 4. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;15. How many guys do you fully trust?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm......there's one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;16. Who was your last text from?&lt;br /&gt;Tj De Vera.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Do you believe everything happens for a reason?&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;18. Do you know someone named Dan?&lt;br /&gt;Dan-iel, my cousin. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;19. How’s your heart lately?&lt;br /&gt;It's beating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;20. Do you have a bruise from the opposite sex?&lt;br /&gt;yep. from my brother. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;21. Miss anything from your past?&lt;br /&gt;yea those forgotten friends. where are you now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;22. Do you wear any rings on your left ring finger?&lt;br /&gt;I don't.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;23. What is the worst thing that has happened to you today?&lt;br /&gt;I got bored as soon as I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;24. What is something big and upcoming that you are excited for?&lt;br /&gt;ummmmm, Recollection on Monday?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;25. Do you get frustrated quickly?&lt;br /&gt;Depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;26. When was the first time you kissed the last person you kissed?&lt;br /&gt;the last person I kissed was my mom, so I guess the first time would be when I was born. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;27. Do you like someone?&lt;br /&gt;yea. Saul Alvarez. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;28. How do you decide if you can trust someone or not?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;29. When was the last time you received a heartfelt apology from someone?&lt;br /&gt;hmmmm I forgot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;30. If you can’t sleep at night, what thought is keeping you awake?&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is goin to happen tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;31. How do you feel about the saying “good things come to those who wait”?&lt;br /&gt;waiting is killing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;32. Is there something you wanna let go of?&lt;br /&gt;Those memories when I was obsessed with this guy who don't feel the same way as I did. but past is past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;33. Have you ever said I love you but you lied?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;hmmmmm not sure about that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;34. Do you really wanna please everybody ?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can please everybody&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-bottom: 0px !important; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;35. Are you currently texting anyone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36. What was the last movie you watched?&lt;br /&gt;Karate Kid! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;37. Do you have someone of the opposite sex you can tell everything to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;38. What were you doing at 10:30 last night?&lt;br /&gt;I was watching La Corda d'Oro?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;39. How long can you go without your phone?&lt;br /&gt;days....my phone is medieval. only for texting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;40. Do you have trust issues?&lt;br /&gt;yes sometimes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;41. Were you happy when you woke up today?&lt;br /&gt;Yea I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;42. Would you ever date anyone with tattoos?&lt;br /&gt;uh no. only if he allows me to have tattoos too. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;43. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?&lt;br /&gt;on a mini sofa. because I slept well but I wasn't comfortable. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;44. Have you ever jumped into the pool with your clothes on?&lt;br /&gt;yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;45. Favourite time of the year?&lt;br /&gt;Christmas break! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;46. Do you miss someone?&lt;br /&gt;yea some people.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;47. Is anyone mad at you right now?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, if someone is......pagusapan natin toh pare!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;48. Do you hate being the first person to start a conversation?&lt;br /&gt;No, but I hate it when the person is awkward to talk with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;50. Do you have any love/hate relationships?&lt;br /&gt;nope. meh ganun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;51. You’re invisible what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;I go Europe! and the forbidden garden in China!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;52. What do you think the world needs now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Good citizens. someone like Einstein too. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;53. Who did you last fight with?&lt;br /&gt;someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;54. Why did you apologise to the last person you did?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;because It was my fault.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;55. What were you doing at 11pm last night&lt;br /&gt;watching La Corda d'Oro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;56. Was your last kiss a mistake?&lt;br /&gt;Nope.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;57. Do you believe in second chances?&lt;br /&gt;depends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;58. Whats one job (besides prostitution) you’d never do?&lt;br /&gt;a lingerie model. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: center;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline- margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Got this from a tumblr follower, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://aliciapoole.tumblr.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9966;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;aliciapoole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2914704797497150461?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2914704797497150461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2914704797497150461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2914704797497150461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2914704797497150461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-bored.html' title='I&apos;m bored.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7097098611046398500</id><published>2010-08-31T18:06:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T21:53:43.200+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I'm just in the mood to blog right now. Suppose to be studying but my migraines just hurts and I can't concentrate. Oh, it's midterm examination week. We just had Radiologic Pathology and Radiographic Positioning and Radiographic Procedures midterms just now. Rad. Pathology went well until I kept sneezing till I can't concentrate on my paper and shaded A instead of C. grrr! I screwed up 10% before and I just screwed up 30% and now, I'M SCREWED!!! then Rad. Positioning, thank God I read the whole chapter and didn't missed a projection because I remember some of them and hopefully i'll ace it. I had a good weekend with the Dinglasa Clan. since we rarely do reunions. It was Kuya Karlou's wedding and welcome to the family Ate Patricia! then last Sunday we celebrate Uncle Loloy's birthday which was actually August 28. Uncle Loloy and Ate Geraldine shares the same birthday and so is Kuya Kurby but he wasn't there. and we had a reunion. my stomach was full of joy too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-j3Dlzk0I/AAAAAAAABKM/-b2ormJTWh4/s1600/DSCN0160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-j3Dlzk0I/AAAAAAAABKM/-b2ormJTWh4/s320/DSCN0160.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512304635176784706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mommy! yeah there are similarities and we're both HOT but we don't look a like that much. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-iel4W4sI/AAAAAAAABKE/WYSv6uNBDH4/s1600/DSCN0171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-iel4W4sI/AAAAAAAABKE/WYSv6uNBDH4/s320/DSCN0171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512303115373044418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p id="msg_100001153680640_2453547488" class="p_self pic_padding" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 4px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 4px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 2px; padding-left: 3px; line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;You set it again, my heart's in motion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: normal;  color: rgb(160, 82, 45); -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:verdana;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Every word feels like a shooting star&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I'm at the edge of my emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Watching the shadows burning in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I'm in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;And I'm terrified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;For the first time and the last time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;In my only life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-id-jjf7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/IU9fbjKBokQ/s1600/46048_463314369282_695754282_6454256_5914309_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-id-jjf7I/AAAAAAAABJ8/IU9fbjKBokQ/s320/46048_463314369282_695754282_6454256_5914309_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512303104816807858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 of the Dinglasa ladies. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-idoC5X5I/AAAAAAAABJ0/OTEdfrztwRs/s1600/47013_463314349282_695754282_6454254_2766456_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-idoC5X5I/AAAAAAAABJ0/OTEdfrztwRs/s320/47013_463314349282_695754282_6454254_2766456_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512303098774249362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1/4 Dinglasa and 1/8 Mutia = ONE BIG HAPPY FAMILY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-idPEbpuI/AAAAAAAABJs/SI_zDh0a3Xc/s1600/IMG_1289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-idPEbpuI/AAAAAAAABJs/SI_zDh0a3Xc/s320/IMG_1289.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512303092069803746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-rjAFQziI/AAAAAAAABKU/w-NgtGv-1JM/s320/IMG_1283.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512313086730620450" /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;15 years later. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-icqGGo3I/AAAAAAAABJk/yxld0KIyvB4/s1600/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-icqGGo3I/AAAAAAAABJk/yxld0KIyvB4/s1600/IMG_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-icqGGo3I/AAAAAAAABJk/yxld0KIyvB4/s320/IMG_1314.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512303082144703346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Boys and basketballs. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7097098611046398500?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7097098611046398500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7097098611046398500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7097098611046398500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7097098611046398500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/08/reunion-2010.html' title='Reunion 2010'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TH-j3Dlzk0I/AAAAAAAABKM/-b2ormJTWh4/s72-c/DSCN0160.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5562698462594341041</id><published>2010-08-24T15:15:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T16:44:24.026+08:00</updated><title type='text'>in my opinion based on yesterday's gunman who hostage a busload of Hong Kong tourists.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 18px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, Utkal, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;h1 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 15px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 10px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; font-weight: inherit; font-style: inherit; font-size: 30px; font-family: inherit; vertical-align: baseline; font: normal normal bold 30px/33px arial; width: 600px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/08/23/philippines.bus.hostages/index.html#fbid=kw-lmTZl9eU&amp;amp;wom=false"&gt;Gunman in the Philippines ends standoff by killing 8, wounding 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;div class="cnn_stryathrtmp" style="padding-top: 1px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 14px; padding-left: 10px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; 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"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/08/23/philippines.bus.hostages/index.html#fbid=kw-lmTZl9eU&amp;amp;wom=false"&gt;the CNN Wire Staff, &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" line-height: 14px;  font-family:arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://edition.cnn.com/2010/WORLD/asiapcf/08/23/philippines.bus.hostages/index.html#fbid=kw-lmTZl9eU&amp;amp;wom=false"&gt;August 24, 2010 -- Updated 0217 GMT (1017 HKT)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone from tumblr wrote this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;i don’t fucking care that i’m filipino . i’m ASHAMED as HELL to be called one . it’s disgusting . why ? why do i hate filipinos ? ‘cos they’re dirty , they touch all the food and don’t even select it . they’re so judgemental . they’re rude . THEY THINK THEY’RE THE MOST AWESOME AND THE FUCKING BEST . they have too much pride and are pathetic . so fuck you filipinos . i’m not one of you pathetic shits , i’ll be anything but ugh , a FILIPINO . from now on ? i’m fucking chinese LOL . -laralaughs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;I disagree to what she said about Filipino. After what happened yesterday, the hostage and all, I’m still proud of being Filipino, altho Philippines is such a shame to the world yesterday. Not only because there’s this gunmen who hostage a busload of tourists from Hong Kong because hostage happens everywhere in our world but also because there are a bunch of SWAT teams, policemen or whoever are outside that are paid to protect the Philippines, hundreds of them outside, why the hell can’t they kill that gunmen inside in just minutes and reach to the point where 7 people inside that bus got killed? and then we are now a threat to world, that it’s not the safest place to take a vacation or to live. uh-oh a chop in Hong Kong passport might says “Not valid to travel in the Philippines”. The thing is, its not Filipinos to blame. its the Philippine government. Filipinos and Philippine tourism making the Philippines a nice, safe place to live. let us look back…the massacre, the killings during the Election 2010 and etc, there are a lot of things to be proud about being a Filipino and there are a lot of beautiful things the Philippines can offer and they are just ruining it all with corruptions and misunderstanding within the government with those massacre, all those killings. and then the world are starting to talk about the Philippines about how scary Filipinos are. and also the policemen and those who are paid to protect our country, why can’t we rely on them when those things happens? no wonder crime rates are increasing yearly because they are not doing their job well to protect our country, there’s a killing going on and where are they? drinking coffee? sorry for that but I’m just disappointed with the fact that they are paid to protect our country, whom we consider our hero in our daily basis and a lot of innocent people still get killed, crime rates are still increasing. if they are afraid of getting killed, then why take that job? why all of a sudden, a lot are not proud of being a Filipino anymore? yes, its a shame to the world with what had happened yesterday, come on it’s like those things never happened to our country before? and you let a Rolando Mendoza took away your pride of being a Filipino just like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What i’m saying is based on my opinion. I think we shouldn’t take away our pride of being a Filipino just because of that. I’m not saying we should be proud because Philippines is known again to the world as a threat, I’m just saying don’t let a gunman take away your pride, sure kakainis nga yung kahapon pero ganun talaga. nagyare na ang nagyare, wag na sana maulit pa. On the other side of the news, today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#33FFFF;"&gt;Philippine’s represent in Miss Universe, Ms. Venus Raj is a 4th runner up. In a major-major way. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Let us leave what happened yesterday become yesterday’s news and hope that, that won’t happen again, like ever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5562698462594341041?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5562698462594341041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5562698462594341041&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5562698462594341041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5562698462594341041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-my-opinion-based-on-yesterdays.html' title='in my opinion based on yesterday&apos;s gunman who hostage a busload of Hong Kong tourists.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2540291665857135011</id><published>2010-08-01T15:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T15:55:08.739+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Certified Gleek! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Been watching season 1 dvd of Glee since yesterday because I need to chill and relax since mid-terms will start tomorrow. So watching Glee is my way of relaxing after preliminary exam and will be attending mass later if I don't lost track of time. Yes, I am a certified Gleek. Fell in live with it after the first episode. Their renditions is all amazing, and the cast was awesome in portraying their characters. It's was awarded Best Comedy in the last 2010 Golden Globe Awards.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;My favourite quote from the movie:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Will:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;It's a nine, we need a ten.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bittany:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;i&gt;Do you know that dolphins are just gay sharks?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUf0H3i0AI/AAAAAAAABJc/WRmQ0k5LLeQ/s1600/tumblr_kzr2rbAqmd1qasf51o1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUf0H3i0AI/AAAAAAAABJc/WRmQ0k5LLeQ/s400/tumblr_kzr2rbAqmd1qasf51o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500337500228603906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/umF1M7wGiCc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/umF1M7wGiCc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After it's first episode with Don't Stop Believin' as its first single, Gleeks starts to increase in numbers. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GHsrFoFbAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3GHsrFoFbAU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I like thier version, this should have been a single. Ride With Me-Nelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUflF-oT_I/AAAAAAAABJE/mMM15oe3Ztc/s1600/tumblr_kzgfovBEUz1qaxc4yo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUflF-oT_I/AAAAAAAABJE/mMM15oe3Ztc/s1600/tumblr_kzgfovBEUz1qaxc4yo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 400px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUflF-oT_I/AAAAAAAABJE/mMM15oe3Ztc/s400/tumblr_kzgfovBEUz1qaxc4yo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500337242023415794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkBk2JUjOSM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fkBk2JUjOSM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUflSpxz2I/AAAAAAAABJM/9Eczj61bj5M/s1600/tumblr_kugmfjRFiD1qaq6rfo1_r2_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 400px; " src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUflSpxz2I/AAAAAAAABJM/9Eczj61bj5M/s400/tumblr_kugmfjRFiD1qaq6rfo1_r2_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500337245425618786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;After sectionals, they stopped Glee Season 1 for a while because of American Idol Season 9. After that long break, Glee became better and the other cast get to sing as well. Santana is really talented.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OZ3yyOv9ck&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6OZ3yyOv9ck&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Turn Around, Bright Eyes...I like the ballet part. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoFtvCeTVN0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LoFtvCeTVN0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; I really like their version of Bad Romance with their fabulous outfit to match. and we all fell in love with Santana's voice after that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ymi52UbGEZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Ymi52UbGEZM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUfk7dYSAI/AAAAAAAABI8/dhEogE_A-N8/s1600/tumblr_l5bzf1aP851qa93cao1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUfk7dYSAI/AAAAAAAABI8/dhEogE_A-N8/s400/tumblr_l5bzf1aP851qa93cao1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500337239199598594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Journey to Regionals!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUfkZOvrtI/AAAAAAAABI0/ZW-gRqkqxGY/s1600/tumblr_l5bzhdOKdZ1qa93cao1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 354px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUfkZOvrtI/AAAAAAAABI0/ZW-gRqkqxGY/s400/tumblr_l5bzhdOKdZ1qa93cao1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500337230011412178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;CAN'T WAIT FOR SEASON 2!!! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures from: gleeky.tumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Videos from: youtube.com&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/23497437-2540291665857135011?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2540291665857135011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2540291665857135011&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2540291665857135011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2540291665857135011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/08/certified-gleek.html' title='Certified Gleek! :)'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFUf0H3i0AI/AAAAAAAABJc/WRmQ0k5LLeQ/s72-c/tumblr_kzr2rbAqmd1qasf51o1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-262151175383563064</id><published>2010-07-31T20:18:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T20:37:30.372+08:00</updated><title type='text'>toy I never had.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFQYTpX2FbI/AAAAAAAABIs/STq2OQzPqR0/s1600/tumblr_l5zc9pkSS81qbemqao1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFQYTpX2FbI/AAAAAAAABIs/STq2OQzPqR0/s400/tumblr_l5zc9pkSS81qbemqao1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500047770728666546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;when I was a kid I do watch those disney movies like Cinderella and all but never did I own a barbie doll or any doll(I wanted a Pocahontas doll coz she’s pretty) because my mom thinks its a waste of money. And I'm the only daughter, I have two younger brothers so I grew up with all those toy cars, robots and all and I grew up with my Hello Kitty stuffed toy. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;Story of my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-262151175383563064?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/262151175383563064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=262151175383563064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/262151175383563064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/262151175383563064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/07/toy-i-never-had.html' title='toy I never had.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TFQYTpX2FbI/AAAAAAAABIs/STq2OQzPqR0/s72-c/tumblr_l5zc9pkSS81qbemqao1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3536937175354206506</id><published>2010-07-14T10:03:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T11:19:23.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>submentovertical</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TD0n8zdGqgI/AAAAAAAABIk/dwGmCZakWXQ/s1600/IMG5572A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TD0n8zdGqgI/AAAAAAAABIk/dwGmCZakWXQ/s400/IMG5572A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493591046019787266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I love love SUBMENTOVERTICAL(SMV) PROJECTION in ETHMOIDAL AND SPHENOIDAL SINUSES. So yesterday, we had quizzes and practicals in Paranasal Sinuses in the morning. And I got SMV in practicals and then I got 100% because of that. Then in the afternoon we got Long Quiz and Major Practicals. I got Maxillae and the only thing I remember in that projection is the film size. I got 60% cause of that. So then there's 2nd chance. If you perfect it you'll get 75% but if you don't you'll get 50%. Then I got SUBMENTOVERTICAL PROJECTION!!!! so I got 75% then. I hate hate hate you Maxillae! hmph.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TD0n8epWeJI/AAAAAAAABIc/NwHc626Pn6U/s1600/IMG5571A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TD0n8epWeJI/AAAAAAAABIc/NwHc626Pn6U/s400/IMG5571A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493591040434010258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh yeah I super love Radigraphic Positioning! :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3536937175354206506?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3536937175354206506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3536937175354206506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3536937175354206506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3536937175354206506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/07/submentovertical.html' title='submentovertical'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TD0n8zdGqgI/AAAAAAAABIk/dwGmCZakWXQ/s72-c/IMG5572A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3766070753369951652</id><published>2010-07-12T21:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:07:24.717+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA 2010 CHAMPION - SPAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDsf5RoUFyI/AAAAAAAABIM/kS8Bg9BDjRQ/s1600/fifa+finale.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 307px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDsf5RoUFyI/AAAAAAAABIM/kS8Bg9BDjRQ/s400/fifa+finale.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493019239353947938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;who won? who won?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDsf46aCRZI/AAAAAAAABIE/5TMGo3mt3fw/s1600/1278887161.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDsf46aCRZI/AAAAAAAABIE/5TMGo3mt3fw/s400/1278887161.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493019233120044434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;SPAIN!!!!!! VIVA ESPANA!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(255, 255, 255); line-height: 18px; font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;FIFA WORLD CUP 2010 CHAMPION - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;SPAIN!!!!! #ESP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Thier first ever FIFA WORLD CUP in FIFA history! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;and it’s all thanks to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; Andres Iniesta(6) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;who made that kick! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1-0&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; against Netherlands! what a FIFA season! that’s him holding the cup. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;so &lt;b&gt;Octopus Paul&lt;/b&gt; was right then. He's this fortune teller who predicted that Spain will win FIFA 2010. oh well, Congratulations to them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: justify;outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border- color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Geneva, Verdana, sans-serif;color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDshGxDgi_I/AAAAAAAABIU/Q4RGSKwJx9g/s1600/tumblr_l5f7i9P7o21qc0c0io1_250.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDshGxDgi_I/AAAAAAAABIU/Q4RGSKwJx9g/s400/tumblr_l5f7i9P7o21qc0c0io1_250.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493020570639436786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;See you in 4 years! yay!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3766070753369951652?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3766070753369951652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3766070753369951652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3766070753369951652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3766070753369951652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa-2010-champion-spain.html' title='FIFA 2010 CHAMPION - SPAIN'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDsf5RoUFyI/AAAAAAAABIM/kS8Bg9BDjRQ/s72-c/fifa+finale.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6120627803112351030</id><published>2010-07-12T21:51:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T22:11:37.550+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Canelo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDseW0m403I/AAAAAAAABHs/dUwpzy6un4M/s1600/71ad29812f7b0a29a76b02edff24f529-getty-box-mex-arg-alvarez-cuello.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDseW0m403I/AAAAAAAABHs/dUwpzy6un4M/s400/71ad29812f7b0a29a76b02edff24f529-getty-box-mex-arg-alvarez-cuello.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493017547936158578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;div class="post_content" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; "&gt;&lt;div class="caption" style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Look at what he did to Canelo. hmph. one of my favorite professional boxer. that’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong style="outline-width: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-color: initial; margin-top: 0px !important; margin-bottom: 0px !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;Saul Alvarez, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;19 turning 20 this July 18. that was during his recent fight last July 10 at Guadalajara, Mexico. Against Angentinian, Luciano Cuello for thier WBC World Champion walterweight boxing match. He won the match and the blood all around his body is all worth it. yeah! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6120627803112351030?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6120627803112351030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6120627803112351030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6120627803112351030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6120627803112351030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-canelo.html' title='Meet Canelo!'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDseW0m403I/AAAAAAAABHs/dUwpzy6un4M/s72-c/71ad29812f7b0a29a76b02edff24f529-getty-box-mex-arg-alvarez-cuello.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3902076182612299992</id><published>2010-07-11T08:54:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T12:44:53.305+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FIFA '10 post</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDkXVTEWSCI/AAAAAAAABHk/9opXW5ukXIM/s1600/fifa!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDkXVTEWSCI/AAAAAAAABHk/9opXW5ukXIM/s400/fifa!.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492446875218233378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;its an advertisement from CHALK magazine, June 2009 with Bianca Gonzales, Mariel Rodriguez and Toni Gonzaga on its cover. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDkXVH-YnII/AAAAAAAABHc/MU6pQ4Yuvls/s1600/4683846527_a22eb13c7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDkXVH-YnII/AAAAAAAABHc/MU6pQ4Yuvls/s400/4683846527_a22eb13c7d.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492446872240430210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;found this around twitter. :D&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDkXUw3oHUI/AAAAAAAABHU/QnGImcobS2I/s1600/34438_1280581589773_1687074100_584592_642867_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 171px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDkXUw3oHUI/AAAAAAAABHU/QnGImcobS2I/s400/34438_1280581589773_1687074100_584592_642867_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492446866038070594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;and it all goes down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Netherlands #NED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Spain #ESP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Century Gothic', Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'Century Gothic', Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#C0C0C0;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Been waiting for this since the start of the year. Another FIFA season will end later. :( was rooting for &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#009900;"&gt;Brasil #BRA&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;England #ENG&lt;/span&gt;. but hey, Congratulations to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;Netherlands #NED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF99;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spain #ESP&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; for reaching this far! Whoever wins the cup deserves it and whoever wins the cup, it’ll be their first cup in FIFA history! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;oh and Congratulations to Germany yesterday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#99FF99;"&gt;Germany #GER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt; 3 - 2 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3333FF;"&gt;Uruguay #URU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tsamina mina eh eh, waka waka eh eh….and then it goes back and then it goes back…. :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 10px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 10px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It’s just sad that I won’t be able to watch the finals later because it will be at 2:30am and school Monday morning and we sets of quizzesssss awaits us. :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3902076182612299992?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3902076182612299992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3902076182612299992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3902076182612299992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3902076182612299992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/07/fifa-10-post.html' title='FIFA &apos;10 post'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TDkXVTEWSCI/AAAAAAAABHk/9opXW5ukXIM/s72-c/fifa!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8472340580110214454</id><published>2010-07-08T21:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T21:07:06.866+08:00</updated><title type='text'>30 DAY PICTURE CHALLENGE!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 12px; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 17px; text-transform: none;"&gt;&lt;h2 style="font: normal normal normal 18px/normal Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: -1px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;Day 01 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 02 - A picture of what you wore today&lt;br /&gt;Day 03 - A picture of what you did today&lt;br /&gt;Day 04 - A picture of where you went today&lt;br /&gt;Day 05 - A picture of your morning&lt;br /&gt;Day 06 - A picture that inspires you&lt;br /&gt;Day 07 - A picture that makes you cry&lt;br /&gt;Day 08 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 09 - A picture of what you had for lunch&lt;br /&gt;Day 10 - A picture of what you like to do&lt;br /&gt;Day 11 - A picture of your favorite drink&lt;br /&gt;Day 12 - A picture of your favorite food&lt;br /&gt;Day 13 - A picture of your friends&lt;br /&gt;Day 14 - A picture of your favorite teacher(s)&lt;br /&gt;Day 15 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 16 - A picture of your dream cell phone&lt;br /&gt;Day 17 - A picture of your mp3 player&lt;br /&gt;Day 18 - A picture of your room&lt;br /&gt;Day 19 - A picture of your favorite musical instrument(s)&lt;br /&gt;Day 20 - A picture of where you want to honeymoon&lt;br /&gt;Day 21 - A picture that makes you think of your loved one&lt;br /&gt;Day 22 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 23 - A picture that describes your life&lt;br /&gt;Day 24 - A picture of what you did today&lt;br /&gt;Day 25 - A picture that you edited&lt;br /&gt;Day 26 - A picture that makes you angry&lt;br /&gt;Day 27 - A picture of you more than 10 years ago&lt;br /&gt;Day 28 - A picture of what you wore today&lt;br /&gt;Day 29 - A picture of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Day 30 - A picture of you and your best friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px; "&gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://damnitrae.tumblr.com/page/2"&gt;http://damnitrae.tumblr.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;will be trying this tomorrow! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8472340580110214454?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8472340580110214454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8472340580110214454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8472340580110214454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8472340580110214454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/07/30-day-picture-challenge.html' title='30 DAY PICTURE CHALLENGE!'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7824153349603198019</id><published>2010-07-01T07:27:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T07:56:45.423+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pagbabago.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Last May 10 was election day for the new government officials including the next President and Vice President of the Philippines.  After days and month of waiting for the official results and those that want to ruin the election by claiming that it happened like this and like that, the Filipinos have spoken and it's now &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFF00;"&gt;President Benigno(Noy Noy) Aquino III&lt;/span&gt;. and the Vice President is former Mayor of Makati, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;Jejomar Binay&lt;/span&gt;. Yesterday was the Inauguration Day. Obviously, I have no right to say anything since I didn't vote. So I have to right to complain in this new government administration and who the people voted. But as a Filipino, with the new government officials and leaders, I hope to see good changes for the Philippines that they promised and show those who vote for them and the people of the Philippines that they are worth to vote for their respective title. Give the Philippines the essence of PAGBABAGO. Oh and Congratulations to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvXqEO6g8I/AAAAAAAABHE/Z_IV7MLSHsk/s1600/IMG5394A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvXqEO6g8I/AAAAAAAABHE/Z_IV7MLSHsk/s400/IMG5394A.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488717688571855810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;former President Gloria Macapagal-Arroyo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvUmn2WxOI/AAAAAAAABG8/K6n-Uzi0NKk/s1600/31827_121153091245316_121140184579940_213988_1930922_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvUmn2WxOI/AAAAAAAABG8/K6n-Uzi0NKk/s400/31827_121153091245316_121140184579940_213988_1930922_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488714330878166242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvUmAZoHPI/AAAAAAAABG0/MzMG5cNuYpU/s1600/31543_405664521984_538751984_4215962_1196786_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 368px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvUmAZoHPI/AAAAAAAABG0/MzMG5cNuYpU/s400/31543_405664521984_538751984_4215962_1196786_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488714320288685298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pictures was scattered around facebook.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The candidates for the 15th President title and their sign above. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvUljY-rPI/AAAAAAAABGs/4mzdScfKjj4/s1600/tumblr_l4tbd2utqF1qzzhs7o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 278px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvUljY-rPI/AAAAAAAABGs/4mzdScfKjj4/s400/tumblr_l4tbd2utqF1qzzhs7o1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488714312501341426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;picture from pinoytumblr.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;God Bless the Philippines. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/23497437-7824153349603198019?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7824153349603198019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7824153349603198019&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7824153349603198019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7824153349603198019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/07/pagbabago.html' title='Pagbabago.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCvXqEO6g8I/AAAAAAAABHE/Z_IV7MLSHsk/s72-c/IMG5394A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7669161215311912758</id><published>2010-06-29T20:02:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-07-01T19:50:18.970+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toy Story 3 reaction post. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I've watched Toy Story 3 last Friday with Tj. I was mad at Tj because he kept on hesitating on to watch it or not. Because I really really want to watch it. Maybe we share that same thought on maybe it'll be childish and all because the last time we watched it was when we were kids. But then the opposite happened. Because this movie is the first cartoon movie that made me cry. and made me AWWWW a thousand times. The best movie I've ever seen so far in my 19 years of my life! Although I just watched it in a cinema and not in 3D or Imax because it cost P250 in 3D in SM Dasmarinas and it's not Imax, and I have to go to SM Mall of Asia or Alabang Town Centre which is far away if I want it 3D Imax. I'm also broke so yea. Either ways, this movie rocks!!! If you haven't watched it, what are you waiting for?! Watch it now, don't wait for the dvd and no don't buy the dvd pirated ones. Because you'll regret it, if you missed it on cinemas or 3D!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCniyx9XlqI/AAAAAAAABGc/tcaW6Ru9znU/s1600/tumblr_l48m81KFUA1qax3ido1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCniyx9XlqI/AAAAAAAABGc/tcaW6Ru9znU/s400/tumblr_l48m81KFUA1qax3ido1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488166982959732386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;this is a comic by Robi Chan. this is so true. I felt the same emotions too! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCnlsncD1mI/AAAAAAAABGk/XmBXtsBA15s/s1600/tumblr_l4kbtan8rl1qa44fmo1_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCnlsncD1mI/AAAAAAAABGk/XmBXtsBA15s/s400/tumblr_l4kbtan8rl1qa44fmo1_1280.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488170175591339618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This was the scene that made me cry. It's the ending part when Andy goes to college and Woodie wrote the address where Andy donate them which is this little girl. The last time Andy played with them. Goodbyes are the hardest thing on earth. :( :( :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCniyhD3PyI/AAAAAAAABGU/IcMIBm9qQu8/s1600/tumblr_l3v4fsOrmv1qziqkoo1_400.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCniyhD3PyI/AAAAAAAABGU/IcMIBm9qQu8/s400/tumblr_l3v4fsOrmv1qziqkoo1_400.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488166978423570210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;AWWWW.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCyAiccja2I/AAAAAAAABHM/mXDyDCGfRdY/s1600/tumblr_l4te1h1UiS1qzfr3io1_1280.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 112px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCyAiccja2I/AAAAAAAABHM/mXDyDCGfRdY/s400/tumblr_l4te1h1UiS1qzfr3io1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488903375097654114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I hate carebear!!! he's so not caring-bear! haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCniyPzyKRI/AAAAAAAABGM/uETp3pzOUHk/s1600/tumblr_l4l7c6f5Qk1qzg3f8o1_r1_1280.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 305px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCniyPzyKRI/AAAAAAAABGM/uETp3pzOUHk/s400/tumblr_l4l7c6f5Qk1qzg3f8o1_r1_1280.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488166973792725266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCnixqOzL_I/AAAAAAAABGE/Eh6xi0EnfIE/s1600/tumblr_l46mejmho41qzg3f8o1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 280px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCnixqOzL_I/AAAAAAAABGE/Eh6xi0EnfIE/s400/tumblr_l46mejmho41qzg3f8o1_500.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488166963705491442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;comic from &lt;a href="http://pelikula.tumblr.com/"&gt;pelikula.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt; ; pictures from&lt;a href="http://intoasylum.tumblr.com/"&gt; intoasylum.tumblr.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7669161215311912758?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7669161215311912758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7669161215311912758&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7669161215311912758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7669161215311912758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/06/toy-story-3-reaction-post.html' title='Toy Story 3 reaction post. :)'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/TCniyx9XlqI/AAAAAAAABGc/tcaW6Ru9znU/s72-c/tumblr_l48m81KFUA1qax3ido1_400.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2420813711852529825</id><published>2010-06-09T07:55:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T08:01:10.751+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deviantart stop by. :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="450" height="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=166920950&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=166920950&amp;amp;width=1337" height="560" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/166920950/"&gt;the only exception&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://spongebob27.deviantart.com/"&gt;spongebob27&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=166946046&amp;width=1337" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=166946046&amp;width=1337" height="374" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/166946046/"&gt;Better than any DD&lt;/a&gt; by *&lt;a class="u" href="http://nestr.deviantart.com/"&gt;NestR&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=166910390&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=166910390&amp;amp;width=1337" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/166910390/"&gt;NY&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://meernebel.deviantart.com/"&gt;Meernebel&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=166936426&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=166936426&amp;amp;width=1337" height="385" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/166936426/"&gt;another day&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://drazen1804.deviantart.com/"&gt;Drazen1804&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2420813711852529825?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2420813711852529825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2420813711852529825&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2420813711852529825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2420813711852529825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/06/deviantart-stop-by.html' title='Deviantart stop by. :)'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-609269559952499866</id><published>2010-06-05T09:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T10:18:30.077+08:00</updated><title type='text'>American Idol 2010 finale</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;It's been a long time since I blog about american idol. Since David Cook takes the title of american idol. So to update my blogger, its about american idol 2010. I know it was like what, 2 weeks ago? But I just watched the full show yesterday cause I only got to watch half of it when it aired.So, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Lee DeWyze&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;is the new american idol. I thought it would be Cystal Bowersox because she really rocked the top 2 performance but Lee fans overshadowed it and he became the new american idol. It's the last year of judge, Simon Cowell because rumor has it that he'll produce and judge another show The X Factor in US which is originally a British singing contest where Leona Lewis was discovered. It will be aired next year when american idol is not airing. It will be really different without Simon around. It was different without Paula around so this will be a huge make over to the american idol. Oh and rumor has it that Paula Abdul will also be a judge of The X Factor with Simon Cowell, don't really know bout that but we'll see. Hope they'll include Randy Jackson so that the dysfuntional family(as Paula describe their relationship with each other) will be together again. Then Ryan host it or something. But yeah, american idol will go on and Simon Cowell will be miss. Here are some of the performances from the finale, courtesy youtube.com.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2F-Z-5Sk7yk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2F-Z-5Sk7yk&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;American Idol 2009 winner-&lt;b&gt;Kris Allen&lt;/b&gt; with The Truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/s9YPxPMoe0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/s9YPxPMoe0w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson, Ruben Studdard, Fantasia, Carrie Underwood, Taylor Hicks, Jordin Sparks and Kris Allen along with other past contestants of american idol farewell tribute to Simon Cowell. Yes, where is David Cook? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNs4Ayjo4jw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/dNs4Ayjo4jw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="360" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Winner Announced, &lt;b&gt;Lee DeWyze &lt;/b&gt;sang his version of Beautiful Day originally by U2 and will be his first single.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/23497437-609269559952499866?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/609269559952499866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=609269559952499866&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/609269559952499866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/609269559952499866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/06/american-idol-2010-finale.html' title='American Idol 2010 finale'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2847467024340006293</id><published>2010-05-08T09:33:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T10:03:37.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wavin' flag</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;when I get older, I will be stronger, they'll call me freedom, just like a WAVIN' FLAG, and then it goes back and then it goes back. I am currently addicted to this songs. It's just catchy and meaningful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;above are the YOUNG ARTIST FOR HAITI where young artist's of Canada sang WAVIN' FLAG for the Haiti victims by producer Bob Ezrin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nB7L1BIDELc&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nB7L1BIDELc&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;and above is the video of K'naan ft. David Bisbal for the upcoming FIFA 2010 which will be held in South Africa this june 11 till july 11.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9HeJkmyFPQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/d9HeJkmyFPQ&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The original version:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8V8S_REhk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iC8V8S_REhk&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="380" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;WHEN I GET OLDER, I WILL BE STRONGER, THEY'LL CALL ME FREEDOM, JUST LIKE A &lt;strong&gt;WAVIN' FLAG&lt;/strong&gt; AND THEN IT GOES BACK, AND THEN IT GOES BACK....^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2847467024340006293?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2847467024340006293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2847467024340006293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2847467024340006293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2847467024340006293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/05/wavin-flag.html' title='wavin&apos; flag'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-971374718815308434</id><published>2010-05-07T21:46:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T22:05:13.131+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyjafjallajokull</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S-Qa6XiAHVI/AAAAAAAABF0/gLoO7uVDBeI/s1600/capt_photo_1273179601554-1-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468525437585988946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S-Qa6XiAHVI/AAAAAAAABF0/gLoO7uVDBeI/s400/capt_photo_1273179601554-1-0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;How do you suppose to pronounce that?! &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Eyy-jaf-jalla-ko-kull&lt;/span&gt;?!?! Such a tongue twist. Apparently a volcano somewhere in &lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Iceland &lt;/span&gt;exists with that name. That volcano erupted just a few days ago. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ANALYSIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By David Shukman&lt;br /&gt;BBC environment correspondent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lone plane is in the skies above Britain tonight on a research mission to investigate the volcanic plume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aircraft - with scientists on board - is taking measurements of the height, density and position of the ash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are limits to what satellites and ground observations can discern about the plume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its flight path was planned to take it from Oxford to Prestwick to Lossiemouth to Newcastle and then back south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among the researchers on board are specialists in atmospheric science.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aircraft - a Dornier 228 - is managed by the government-funded Natural Environment Research Council. Its head of airborne research, Peter Purcell, described the plane as "extremely adaptable and capable".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The instrumentation will allow the crew to safely monitor the atmospheric conditions as the plume is approached," he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The findings will be fed to Met Office to help improve forecasts for the plume's position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;VOLCANIC ASH CLOUD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The eruption in the Eyjafjallajoekull area is the second to occur in a month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This eruption has released ash to significantly greater heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volcanic ash contains tiny particles of rock and even glass, which can wreak havoc with machinery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 1982 BA flight unknowingly flew into an ash cloud, shutting down all four engines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While ash can be dangerous to health, the current cloud is too high to pose a threat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ash is likely to lead to particularly red sunsets in some areas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more infor about it:&lt;br /&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/8621407.stm&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-971374718815308434?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/8621407.stm' title='Eyjafjallajokull'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/971374718815308434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=971374718815308434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/971374718815308434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/971374718815308434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/05/eyjafjallajokull.html' title='Eyjafjallajokull'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S-Qa6XiAHVI/AAAAAAAABF0/gLoO7uVDBeI/s72-c/capt_photo_1273179601554-1-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4478660285049224104</id><published>2010-05-03T11:08:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T11:51:08.535+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sassy Girl.(2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/78/Sassygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 205px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/78/Sassygirl.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S95C0EKUxFI/AAAAAAAABFk/_79WDNZGP3Y/s1600/my+sassygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally, after I bought this movie by forcing dad to buy me the dvd coz I was broke when I was having my Christmas break in Brunei and that was a year and a quarter ago. December 2008 to be exact. I finally watched it. I was curious on what this movie was all about this morning when I saw it in my dvd case. So I watched it. And eventually loved it. The MY SASSY GIRL movie that I own is the remake from 2001's My Sassy Girl of korean version. Which stars Jesse Bradford who played Charlie Bellow and Elisha Cuthbert who played Jordan Roark I don't know which one is better but I bet the original one is much better. After all, no one can defeat the originals. Anyway, here are some quotes that got me glued to my chair and watch the movie till it ended. Most of them is by the main character, Charles who fell in love with this complicated near the word retarded woman. They met at the subway when Jordan was drunk so Charles got pity on her so he brought her to his home and then he fell in love and the story starts there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"This is the story of the first and last time I fell in love."&lt;/span&gt; -Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Some days with her were painful but hours without her were even worse."&lt;/span&gt; -Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;" DESTINY is the bridge you build to the one you love."-&lt;/span&gt; The old guy in the bonsai tree when he was talking to jordan to read the letter in the time capsule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;"Whether we're together or apart, you'll always be the woman of my life and the only man I will envy is the man who wins your heart and I believe that its my destiny to be that man."&lt;/span&gt; -Charles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S95DGqzLlJI/AAAAAAAABFs/tlytJpeOOcE/s1600/my+sassygirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466880779521594514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S95DGqzLlJI/AAAAAAAABFs/tlytJpeOOcE/s400/my+sassygirl.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Good Morning!!!! May 3 already?! THIS IS BAD!!!!! :(&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4478660285049224104?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/My_Sassy_Girl_(2008_film)' title='My Sassy Girl.(2008)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4478660285049224104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4478660285049224104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4478660285049224104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4478660285049224104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/05/my-sassy-girl2008.html' title='My Sassy Girl.(2008)'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S95DGqzLlJI/AAAAAAAABFs/tlytJpeOOcE/s72-c/my+sassygirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7991642858280060791</id><published>2010-05-03T10:34:00.013+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:08:40.967+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mayweather vs. Mosley(May 1,2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S948MlOURtI/AAAAAAAABFU/VV3UK5uR-m8/s1600/mosleymay.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466873184522618578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S948MlOURtI/AAAAAAAABFU/VV3UK5uR-m8/s320/mosleymay.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 105px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A9G_bDj8O95L8lIAggWjzbkF/SIG=138udb8ne/EXP=1272941948/**http%3a//www.latimes.com/media/thumbnails/photogallery/2010-05/53579183-01212320.TNjpg" /&gt;Saturday, May 1 2010 &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Floyd Mayweather Jr.&lt;/span&gt; vs. &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Shane Mosley&lt;/span&gt; LUD &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12R&lt;/span&gt; welterweight &lt;em&gt;MGM Grand, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I frequently watch boxing. My partner, Tj De Vera influenced me with these boxing stuff. I was actually waiting for FIFA 2010 to start already but it won't start till June 11 till July 11. Go Brazil! Go Italy! Anyway, for some reason, I was bored yesterday and the fact that I want this mayweather guy to lose because he just kept bragging on how good he is. Well most of them do since they all want to win but he's different it's like he's bragging that he's the king of the ring or something. Oh, there was some kind of circus when he entered the ring. I gotta say he's good even though I don't like him that much. He was like(on his previous opponent, Marquez), "I don't care if Marquez drink urine or not." Wth?! I was rooting for mosley. But then mosley looked like he's tired and he can't throw him a punch. Mayweather was punching him then after that, he knew mosley was going to throw a punch as well so he avoid it. It was a good fight tho. I guess it's Maywather's day. Coz it's the start of the month of may so clearly it's MAY-weather's day. If you get what I'm trying to say. Celebrity people was there. Such as P. Diddy, Leonardo DiCaprio hiding under his cap, Mariah Carey, Chris Brown singing the national anthem and what the hell is Paris Hilton doing there?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Im'ma move over, stay over and come back. -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;team mosley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, May 1 2010 &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saul Alvarez&lt;/span&gt; vs. Jose Miguel Cotto LTKO &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9R&lt;/span&gt; welterweight &lt;em&gt;MGM Grand, Las Vegas, Nevada, USA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Before that, I was watching this boxing guy named &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Saul Alvarez&lt;/span&gt; from Mexico, he's like 19 years old and damn he's good!!! When his opponent Jose Miguel Cotto, throw him a punch, he'll punch twice as hard. That guy should have been Mayweather's opponent. yeah! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is Mayweather vs. Pacquiao on?! Coz if it is, I so can't wait for that fight! Go Pacquiao. yeah! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From fightnights.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mayweather vs Mosley Results IN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;May 1, 2010&lt;br /&gt;Quitano Gonzalez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the fight started out with Shane Mosley dominating the fight. He almost knocked Mayweather out in the 2nd round. As the fight progressed Mayweather counter effectively landing at will. Shane Mosley continue to try and put together combination. Mayweather's counting was to much for for Mosley to handle. As of the 11the round Shane Mosley was very tired.&lt;br /&gt;http://fightnights.com/article.php?id=383&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S949VgaJzmI/AAAAAAAABFc/3q3HcZFn9VI/s1600/IMG5109A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466874437360537186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S949VgaJzmI/AAAAAAAABFc/3q3HcZFn9VI/s320/IMG5109A.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And that was me watching the fight while munching clover chips. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7991642858280060791?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://fightnights.com/article.php?id=383' title='Mayweather vs. Mosley(May 1,2010)'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7991642858280060791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7991642858280060791&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7991642858280060791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7991642858280060791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/05/mayweather-vs-mosleymay-12010.html' title='Mayweather vs. Mosley(May 1,2010)'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S948MlOURtI/AAAAAAAABFU/VV3UK5uR-m8/s72-c/mosleymay.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4986697829877072333</id><published>2010-04-29T16:33:00.008+08:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T17:06:57.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>MARRIAGE</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9lKcQdw2zI/AAAAAAAABFE/mMWvPGH583w/s1600/27264_383807748398_820888398_3786715_832854_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465481472107404082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9lKcQdw2zI/AAAAAAAABFE/mMWvPGH583w/s200/27264_383807748398_820888398_3786715_832854_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Marriage is something I don't want to enter as a kid when watching marriage couples goin on with their lives together. Well there's some stuff goin on with families and my family is one of them. But I love kids. It's complicated. Don't even know how to explain it. Anyway, this story is like wow, I wish dad's will hold mom's like that every morning. Like in wedding when the dad carries the mom away from grandma's and grandpa's. I just saw this in some website. And I hope that this story will be shared because this for me, shows the world what marriage is all about...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;.To those who are married, .. Not married .. and&lt;br /&gt;soon to be married, I hope you will be touched with this story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MARRIAGE&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I got home that night as my wife served dinner, I held her hand and said, I've got something to tell you. She sat down and ate quietly. Again I observed the hurt in her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Suddenly I didn't know how to open my mouth. But I had to let her know what I was thinking. I want a divorce.. I raised the topic calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't seem to be annoyed by my words, instead she asked me softly, why? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I avoided her question. This made her angry. She threw away the chopsticks and shouted at me, you are not a man! That night, we didn't talk to each other. She was weeping. I knew she wanted to find out what had happened to our marriage. But I could hardly give her a satisfactory answer; she had lost my heart to Dew. I didn't love her anymore. I just pitied her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;With a deep sense of guilt, I drafted a divorce agreement which stated that she could own our house, our car, and 30% stake of my company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She glanced at it and then tore it into pieces. The woman who had spent ten years of her life with me had become a stranger. I felt sorry for her wasted time, resources and energy but I could not take back what I had said for I loved Dew so dearly. Finally she cried loudly in front of me, which was what I had expected to see. To me her cry was actually a kind of release. The idea of divorce which had obsessed me for several weeks seemed to be firmer and clearer now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The next day, I came back home very late and found her writing something at the table. I didn't have supper but went straight to sleep and fell asleep very fast because I was tired after an eventful day with Dew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up, she was still there at the table writing. I just did not care so I turned over and was asleep again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In the morning she presented her divorce conditions: she didn't want anything from me, but needed a month's notice before the divorce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that in that one month we both struggle to live as normal a life as possible. Her reasons were simple: our son had his exams in a month's time and she didn't want to disrupt him with our broken marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This was agreeable to me. But she had something more, she asked me to recall how I had carried her into out bridal room on our wedding day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She requested that everyday for the month's duration I carry her out of our bedroom to the front door ever morning.. I thought she was going crazy. Just to make our last days together bearable I accepted her odd request.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I told Dew about my wife's divorce conditions.. . She laughed loudly and thought it was absurd. No matter what tricks she applies, she has to face the divorce, she said scornfully..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I hadn't had any body contact since my divorce intention was explicitly expressed. So when I carried her out on the first day, we both appeared clumsy. Our son clapped behind us, daddy is holding mummy in his arms. His words brought me a sense of pain. From the bedroom to the sitting room, then to the door, I walked over ten meters with her in my arms. She closed her eyes and said softly; don't tell our son about the divorce. I nodded, feeling somewhat upset. I put her down outside the door. She went to wait for the bus to work. I drove alone to the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the second day, both of us acted much more easily. She leaned on my chest. I could smell the fragrance of her blouse. I realized that I hadn't looked at this woman carefully for a long time.. I realized she was not young any more. There were fine wrinkles on her face, her hair was graying! Our marriage had taken its toll on her. For a minute I wondered what I had done to her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the fourth day, when I lifted her up, I felt a sense of intimacy returning. This was the woman who had given ten years of her life to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the fifth and sixth day, I realized that our sense of intimacy was growing again. I didn't tell Dew about this. It became easier to carry her as the month slipped by. Perhaps the everyday workout made me stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was choosing what to wear one morning. She tried on quite a few dresses but could not find a suitable one. Then she sighed, all my dresses have grown bigger. I suddenly realized that she had grown so thin, that was the reason why I could carry her more easily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Suddenly it hit me... she had buried so much pain and bitterness in her heart. Subconsciously I reached out and touched her head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son came in at the moment and said, Dad, it's time to carry mum out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;To him, seeing his father carrying his mother out had become an essential part of his life. My wife gestured to our son to come closer and hugged him tightly. I turned my face away because I was afraid I might change my mind at this last minute. I then held her in my arms, walking from the bedroom, through the sitting room, to the hallway. Her hand surrounded my neck softly and naturally. I held her body tightly; it was just like our wedding day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;But her much lighter weight made me sad. On the last day, when I held her in my arms I could hardly move a step. Our son had gone to school. I held her tightly and said, I hadn't noticed that our life lacked intimacy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to office.... jumped out of the car swiftly without locking the door. I was afraid any delay would make me change my mind...I walked upstairs. Dew opened the door and I said to her, Sorry, Dew, I do not want the divorce anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She looked at me, astonished, and then touched my forehead.. Do you have a fever? She said. I moved her hand off my head. Sorry, Dew, I said, I won't divorce. My marriage life was boring probably because she and I didn't value the details of our lives, not because we didn't love each&lt;br /&gt;other any more. Now I realize that since I carried her into my home on our wedding day I am supposed to hold her until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dew seemed to suddenly wake up. She gave me a loud slap and then slammed the door and burst into tears. I walked downstairs and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;At the floral shop on the way, I ordered a bouquet of flowers for my wife. The salesgirl asked me what to write on the card. I smiled and wrote, I'll carry you out every morning until death do us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I arrived home, flowers in my hands, a smile on my face, I run up stairs, only to find my wife in the bed - dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;The small details of your lives are what really matter in a relationship. It is not the mansion, the car, property, the money in the bank. These create an environment conducive for happiness but cannot give happiness in themselves. So find time to be your spouse's friend and do those little things for each other that build intimacy. Do have a real happy marriage!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;If you don't share this, nothing will happen to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you do, you just might save a marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Many of life's failures are people who did not realize how close they&lt;br /&gt;were to success when they gave up..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4986697829877072333?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=167896&amp;id=820888398&amp;ref=mf#!/photo.php?pid=3786715&amp;id=820888398' title='MARRIAGE'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4986697829877072333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4986697829877072333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4986697829877072333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4986697829877072333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/04/marriage.html' title='MARRIAGE'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9lKcQdw2zI/AAAAAAAABFE/mMWvPGH583w/s72-c/27264_383807748398_820888398_3786715_832854_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4637746723623755837</id><published>2010-04-23T22:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:17:21.379+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE STORY Taylor Swift meets VIVA LA VIDA Coldplay Piano Cello by Jon Schmidt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGHI05zSEYE&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JGHI05zSEYE&amp;hl=en_US&amp;fs=1&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="350" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I like how this music combined so well. And the daughter/father connection behind the combination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4637746723623755837?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JGHI05zSEYE&amp;feature=related' title='LOVE STORY Taylor Swift meets VIVA LA VIDA Coldplay Piano Cello by Jon Schmidt'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4637746723623755837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4637746723623755837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4637746723623755837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4637746723623755837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-story-taylor-swift-meets-viva-la.html' title='LOVE STORY Taylor Swift meets VIVA LA VIDA Coldplay Piano Cello by Jon Schmidt'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7891129870450197650</id><published>2010-04-23T21:31:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T21:36:36.749+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The best poem of 2006</title><content type='html'>This poem was nominated by UN as the best poem of 2006, written by an&lt;br /&gt;African Kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9Gh7WM00OI/AAAAAAAABD8/jv2oTzHZXow/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 295px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463325863920849122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9Gh7WM00OI/AAAAAAAABD8/jv2oTzHZXow/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I born, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I go in Sun, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I scared, I black&lt;br /&gt;When I sick, I black&lt;br /&gt;And when I die, I still black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you white fellow&lt;br /&gt;When you born, you pink&lt;br /&gt;When you grow up, you white&lt;br /&gt;When you go in sun, you red&lt;br /&gt;When you cold, you blue&lt;br /&gt;When you scared, you yellow&lt;br /&gt;When you sick, you green&lt;br /&gt;And when you die, you gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you calling me colored?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;me like like like!!! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7891129870450197650?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.facebook.com/notes/jackie-waugh/the-best-poem-of-2006/220529845967' title='The best poem of 2006'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7891129870450197650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7891129870450197650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7891129870450197650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7891129870450197650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/04/best-poem-of-2006.html' title='The best poem of 2006'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9Gh7WM00OI/AAAAAAAABD8/jv2oTzHZXow/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3864548174584070012</id><published>2010-04-22T07:21:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:17:39.359+08:00</updated><title type='text'>early birthday present?!?!?!?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S8-I3eKUjdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/l-jSF26-6lU/s1600/RIA_FADUA_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462735359594237394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S8-I3eKUjdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/l-jSF26-6lU/s400/RIA_FADUA_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Someone made me this and according to him it's suppose to be a birthday present to me. I was surprised to receive this through my mail and I just like it. Altho maybe i'll be more surprise if he gave it to me personally but yea in any ways I really really like it. &lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Thank you so much for this Tj De Vera. Siomai/Hopia! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3864548174584070012?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3864548174584070012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3864548174584070012&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3864548174584070012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3864548174584070012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/04/early-birthday-present.html' title='early birthday present?!?!?!?!'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S8-I3eKUjdI/AAAAAAAAA_c/l-jSF26-6lU/s72-c/RIA_FADUA_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6903375869930348374</id><published>2010-04-07T18:03:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T18:25:54.034+08:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457339572640497714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S7xdbVXrQDI/AAAAAAAAA_U/5kdYOS6cPng/s320/IMG2346A.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;2nd year is sooo yesterday since finals ended like weeks ago,&lt;br /&gt;Mom surprise visit is like a week ago,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow is when the supreme court decides if I should get promoted to another level,&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow will be another day to remember,&lt;br /&gt;Everyday has been going on at the same phase,&lt;br /&gt;Something's wrong....I KNOW RIGHT!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;I've been staring at my phone all day,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to reply my message,&lt;br /&gt;But I end up waiting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;WAITING OFFICIALLY SUCKS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE PUNCTUAL AND NOT LET PEOPLE WAIT.&lt;br /&gt;because it saves time...TIME MEANS GOLD,&lt;br /&gt;when it's GOLD,&lt;br /&gt;it means it's something precious to you,&lt;br /&gt;and you don't want someone precious to you get hurt or suffer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Ria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm being random again. I miss blogging and being random although I could do that anywhere but it's just different by blogging. hehe oh yea....I've been twitting these days. Those you tweet, tweet with me. &lt;a href="http://twitter.com/chochie56"&gt;http://twitter.com/chochie56&lt;/a&gt; see yah there! =))&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6903375869930348374?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6903375869930348374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6903375869930348374&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6903375869930348374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6903375869930348374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/04/waiting.html' title='waiting.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S7xdbVXrQDI/AAAAAAAAA_U/5kdYOS6cPng/s72-c/IMG2346A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8498908113087036257</id><published>2010-03-12T15:13:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T15:24:10.325+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't log in to my facebook and I have no idea why. Some maintainance stuff. wth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I saw this video through my friend Leiz, about Christians all over the world who get persecuted by the government like the churches get burned, missionaries or pastors get beaten up, children get bullied and stuff because of their Christianity. It says that 420 of Christians gets persecuted each year alone. It's so sad. I got bullied when I was a kid for wearing a cross necklace at school, I never wore them again but they still bullied me like whenever I bring food to school, they see to it as a dirt. Then my parents got me transferred to other schools. I was so close on being atheist but I found my faith. That's what they are doing to those kids. Those kids will think being Christians is a nightmare when it's not. It should stop. We should be accepted for who we are and for what religion we believed in. God wants us to unite with each other right?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.persecution.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8498908113087036257?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8498908113087036257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8498908113087036257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8498908113087036257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8498908113087036257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-cant-log-in-to-my-facebook-and-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6864559923586440314</id><published>2010-03-05T22:20:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:22:37.880+08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Ria got hooked in blogging.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I can't sleep right now. I was sleeping but then some whatever thing just woke me up. So I check my blog and I didn't realize that it's blogspot and I had been together for 5 years. Yay! So yea I haven't blog about how I got hooked on blogging. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I like writing and all and I kept journals and diaries which I torn into pieces coz what's in there are mostly sad sad stuff and that young young Ria stuff. Which I dont want to remember. You have a problem, you scribble in down, you get calmed and you just wanna forget the whole thing. The reason why my journals and diaries and torn into pieces. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So then I checked my friendster for maybe couple of times everyday before and myspace account. There's this thing about starting a blog and I have no idea what the heck is that. Then I scroll some blogs and then I have the idea what a blog is. But I didin't create one coz I don't know what to talk about and no one would want to read it. Besides, I will get lazy to maintain it and stuff and years will passed and blog won't be that IN anymore. But then I really love writing about random stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Then I came across my cousins blog at myspace. She deleted her myspace like years ago and transferred. Anyway, after reading her blog as a nursing student back in Cali, I got inspired to create one for myself. I admit that I just scroll down and down without reading it coz it's long but then I read it. I suddenly realized that you can talk about anything in a blog. About the happiest things in your life or the saddest things. Places you've explored, things you've discovered, experiences you've had....anything. You can be random at the same time being yourself. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Blogging is not being emo, blogging is about expressing yourself in form of words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S5EUb6AEr3I/AAAAAAAAA_M/E4-iNw5Euic/s1600-h/19363_337401714282_695754282_4707663_2807173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445155894126227314" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S5EUb6AEr3I/AAAAAAAAA_M/E4-iNw5Euic/s320/19363_337401714282_695754282_4707663_2807173_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;That's Ate Kara now. She's in her happy married life now. Thank you Ate Kara for inspiring to blog. Despite the fact that we're miles away, you still got me inspired. ^_^&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6864559923586440314?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6864559923586440314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6864559923586440314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6864559923586440314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6864559923586440314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-ria-got-hooked-in-blogging.html' title='How Ria got hooked in blogging.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S5EUb6AEr3I/AAAAAAAAA_M/E4-iNw5Euic/s72-c/19363_337401714282_695754282_4707663_2807173_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5041434482745242091</id><published>2010-02-23T20:14:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T20:33:36.654+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today is Brunei's 26th &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;NATIONAL DAY!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;MERDEKA!!!! MERDEKA!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Awwww, I miss those days when we practice some dance at padang back in 2006. I was the blackest woman alive!!!! Thank God for those Whitening Soap.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S4PHI6lnjcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OeVhgt40nBc/s1600-h/20332_318164639818_622104818_3284364_874207_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441411730773609922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S4PHI6lnjcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OeVhgt40nBc/s320/20332_318164639818_622104818_3284364_874207_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; That pic was from Facebook.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&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/23497437-5041434482745242091?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5041434482745242091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5041434482745242091&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5041434482745242091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5041434482745242091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/02/today-is-bruneis-26th-national-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S4PHI6lnjcI/AAAAAAAAA_E/OeVhgt40nBc/s72-c/20332_318164639818_622104818_3284364_874207_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-1810931368328470900</id><published>2010-02-18T20:34:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T23:08:58.001+08:00</updated><title type='text'>welcome to my life by simple plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And no one understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;That no one hears you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;And no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Welcome to my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I have no idea why that song kept on playing on my brain right now. Its playing non-stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S302KD6j4uI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0oRefSxpqfk/s1600-h/Picturevfbcf.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439563471410946786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S302KD6j4uI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0oRefSxpqfk/s320/Picturevfbcf.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Presence of Enjo and those zits on my forehead in this pic will give you the idea how young am I in this picture. =))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-1810931368328470900?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/1810931368328470900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=1810931368328470900&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1810931368328470900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1810931368328470900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/02/welcome-to-my-life-by-simple-plan.html' title='welcome to my life by simple plan'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S302KD6j4uI/AAAAAAAAA-8/0oRefSxpqfk/s72-c/Picturevfbcf.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5706368944220532415</id><published>2010-02-17T19:12:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T19:20:15.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>trust a few.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;what I learn today?! TRUST A FEW! coz someone out there might not be TRUSTWORTHY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;In this cold cold world, people always say TRUST NO ONE BUT YOURSELF. But then it's sad when you don't trust no one because that makes you a loner, an island. and NO MAN IS AN ISLAND. So in this cold cold world we're living right now just TRUST A FEW. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;DON'T FALL FOR SOME CRAP EASILY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'm not mad I just learn something today. TRUST A FEW!!!!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5706368944220532415?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5706368944220532415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5706368944220532415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5706368944220532415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5706368944220532415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/02/trust-few.html' title='trust a few.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2106952835782783487</id><published>2010-02-15T20:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:01:18.114+08:00</updated><title type='text'>myspace profile</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Everytime I visit my myspace page, I just kept on laughing with this Ria who wrote her profile years ago especially the HATE part. I did that when I was 15 years old and edit the part of YFC part when I became active in church and umbrella ella ella part when the umbrella song was so addicted. I was being myself when I wrote it and it's only on myspace instead of friendster because friendster might think I just want to get exposed and it was crowded there. I'm still that Ria but more mature. Back then I thought I would never change but then&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt; change is inevitable&lt;/span&gt; as people says so yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 170px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://b5.ac-images.myspacecdn.com/00585/54/23/585843245_m.jpg" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;The name's Ria...&lt;br /&gt;Not so young, not so old. Living the typical, simple teenage life. A sister, a daughter, a friend and pinay. Originally from THE PHILIPPINES. Had lived all my life here in a small country of BRUNEI DARUSSALAM. If ya don't know where that is,well maps are sold in bookstores in a very affordable price. so yeah use map to find out where.^_^ I can speak ENGLISH,TAGALOG,BAHASA MELAYU and still working on my CHINESE, JAPANESE and FRENCH. I'm catholic, christian. Part of Youth For Christ,Brunei and C.O.L.A Youths.I love to praise god thru Praise and Worship. YEAH! I'm shy or quiet or snob to people I don't really know. But if you get to know me,i'm one of a hella crazy person. It takes a long time to discover that I'm actually crazy since i'm always quiet.I'll just sit there and play with my phone.I'm kid at heart.I like to play with little cute babies or little childrens.^_^ Comments about me that I get from people that i'm close with is that i'm friendly, funny, sweet?!, optimistic, crazy, nuts, beautiful, normal, sometimes annoying, quiet, shy, forgetful, ms.sleepy head, down to earth, makulet and bla...bla...bla...well people have different opinions on each other, So yeah you'll be the judge when it comes to this. I can also give you advise or hug when your world is down. I can be your umbrella, ella, ella, ey, ey, ey.^_^ I also sometimes laugh on corny jokes. I say it right, I don't talk about people behind their back. I don't take criticism seriously. Well it just give me headache if I take them seriously. Sometimes I do take criticism seriously...it depends. I LEARN,LIVE,LOVE and LAUGH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my HATE list: I hate people who hate me the way I am. Sorry I wasn't born in this world to please you. So yeah if you hate me, that's your problemo. I don't like to get involve in mouth fights or any fights. Coz people have their own opinions and won't stop till they win like a long debate without judges or the time timer...if ya know what I mean. Those SEX ADDICTS. Come on dude, don't you have better things to do in life than sex?! No offence ayte! And i'm an ANTI-EMO. yeah SAY "NO" TO EMO! but I do like those emo lookin guys tho,those who don't cut themselves. PEACE!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;GONG XI FA CAI CHINESE PEOPLE!!!!! Belated Happy Valentine's Day!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2106952835782783487?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.myspace.com/arrianne56' title='myspace profile'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2106952835782783487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2106952835782783487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2106952835782783487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2106952835782783487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/02/myspace-profile.html' title='myspace profile'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5278789434526188252</id><published>2010-02-08T19:46:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:09:38.658+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ako ang simula.</title><content type='html'>these days filipinos are talking about the 2010 presidential vote. Which will be on May 2010. sad to say but I didnt got the chance to register coz of some errands but if I got the chance to sure! that'll be a birthday present Philippines can get me. So yea each has different selections on who will they vote. And we filipinos just hope for the best for the Philippines so we hope that the next president will do her/his job on fellow filipinos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Manny Villar commercial is just getting annoying. Not that I care. It's just the fact that he's running for president not best commercial campaign or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This made my day, on my way home from SM just now, while in jeep, there's this mom and kid talking about voting. It's just funny how kids knows these stuff coz of television.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Mom: Sino boboto mo?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Kid at age of 3-5 years old: Si Gibo, kasi may aeroplane!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3769573035_69f1467685.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5278789434526188252?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5278789434526188252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5278789434526188252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5278789434526188252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5278789434526188252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/02/ako-ang-simula.html' title='ako ang simula.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3537/3769573035_69f1467685_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5478307050231357243</id><published>2010-02-04T08:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T09:17:32.081+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journals from Sir Gochuico's class.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;While I was deleting my mail. I came across these journals that we were required to do in Communication Arts 1. There were only 2 journals because I don't know, maybe I sent it to the wrong email address. I think?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Sent: Friday, July 11, 2008 6:25:39 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Topic:Another wallet was stolen from me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My wallet got stolen yesterday. It's the third time someone stole my wallet. But fortunately the amount of money inside those 3 wallets I lost are just less than P200. Though for some people it's already a large amount of money, but what to do.. Just like our bishop said in one of the gospel readings: if someone get stolen from you, you shouldn't ask for it back. I'm just dissapointed because they always happen on a bad day. I was rushing because I'm going to be late for class. I then noticed that the zip of my bag is half open and I realized my wallet's gone. But it's fine, I can now replace my old wallet. I'm always careful with my things but I don't know sometimes bad stuff just happen when you least expect it. I'm just glad that I've paid my pre-lims before that wallet get stolen. Or else I'll kill myself or beg my mom to kill me. I don't want to call her because she'll just laugh at me. Like before I lost a wallet with $2 on it, she just said, "hahaha good for you". The same thing she said when I lost a Nokia 6600 phone. I don't really know why. Fortunately there are no valueble stuff in there only my atm and that less than P200 bill which I seldom use. I guess that blessing from the mass yesterday at College of Medical Radiation Technology chapel really blessed my bad day. I'll try to be more alert when i'm commuting in jeeps. So that it won't happen again. Unfortunately for that person who stole my wallet, they only get small amount of cash from my wallet. I'm sure Karma will strike them back. Hope so. I noticed most of the bad stuff happen to me on thursdays?!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Replies: you must be careful with your things...especially if losing things is becoming habitual...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Sent: Friday, June 20, 2008 6:26:54 AM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Topic: Living on my own in another country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I have lived all my life in Brunei Darussalam. I finish my primary and secondary education there. I have friends there, my family are there and it’s different from the Philippines. Sometimes, on holidays we go to Philippines to visit our relatives and just enjoy Philippines. There are no health-related courses back in Brunei. Mostly are business-related or computer-related course.. So my parents suggested Philippines. They rented me a dorm and a guardian to look after me. I don't think I'll need one but my parents are worried about me living on my own so that's in case I do something nasty or in case something bad happens to me, my aunt/uncle will notify them. I hate moving from one place to another (even transferring schools). But I also want to finish school so even if I don’t want to, I was forced to move here in the Philippines. Brunei is a small country. It has less traffic, either my mom or dad sends me to school or gimmicks with friends by car, less crimes, less pollution so that’s why it’s called “Abode of Peace” because it’s peaceful there. So I’m used to the lifestyle there. Moving here in the Philippines made me adapt to the environment here. Before when we go here for the holidays, I just can't wait to go back to Brunei but now I have to wait for months or maybe I won't have the chance to visit there anymore. When it comes to commuting, I seldom commute back in Brunei. So I have to learn how to. I always went to the wrong jeeps before but now I can commute on my own. I have to know and learn some hard tagalog words. Because there's no filipino school's there or filipino subject. I learn how to speak tagalog/bisaya through my parents, relatives and friends. Also movies and OPM music helped me to improve my tagalog. I learn to wake up early and not be late for class. Because usually my mom or tita wakes me up in the morning. And for the first time, I miss my family. Before, for me living on your own means no parents to bug you to clean up your room, force you to do your homework, rant on you because of the electric or phone bills and so on. But even though my parents are like that and most of the time, they’re working; I still love them because they sometimes find time or ways to spend with us. And I miss that. Also my little brothers, I have this younger sibling aged 10 who is a speech delay but he’s fun to play along with. He just makes my stress go away on a very stressful day. So far I’m surviving and I’m doing well. But I still want to go back to Brunei so badly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Replies: change is inevitable...just learn to enjoy the ride...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434190447598439746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S2ofa6btDUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/y7El6lCJSUg/s320/IMG1919A.jpg" /&gt; &lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;during one of Sir Gochuico's class. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Miracles happen...if you believe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Libertas in caritatem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JONATHAN V. GOCHUICO&lt;br /&gt;Faculty, Languages and Literature Department&lt;br /&gt;College of Liberal Arts&lt;br /&gt;De La Salle University - Dasmariñas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5478307050231357243?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5478307050231357243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5478307050231357243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5478307050231357243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5478307050231357243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/02/journals-from-sir-gochuicos-class.html' title='Journals from Sir Gochuico&apos;s class.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S2ofa6btDUI/AAAAAAAAA-0/y7El6lCJSUg/s72-c/IMG1919A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6794939190454195024</id><published>2010-01-31T19:13:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:16:37.357+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your words, create your reality.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;yesterday while I was cleaning my closet, I found the the pages I torn from my very last diary as a high school student. I was living with my family back then. Back then, not a day passed when I wish that I was isolated from them. Coz they just create distraction and invented sanity in my vocabulary. Everyday I wish that I have freedom. I could do what I want. No parents to dictate what I should do, no brothers who would annoy me and all that. Teachers and OFW's kept on saying that being away from your family really is sad and all. And I was like how can that be sad, like you can do what you want and all. So then high school ended, and I was forced to move in Philippines to stay on my own. I was happy by the fact that I can do what I want there without my parents stopping me from doing what I want. But then day by day I realized something. That I can't do it alone. And I wished then that I didn't wish that if I could turn back time. So my advice to all kids and teenagers who still live with their parents, cherish your time with your family even though they are rarely home. Someday you will have to leave them to pursue your studies or your life, you'll miss them the way I miss my family right now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;This week has been a blahh....I'm glad that everything went well.....LONG STORY so lets go to weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;So I spent my weekend at Kuya Aying's house at Trece. I didn't plan to because of exams and all. But then I have to return something and all. So yea I went. I did and Kuya Aying brought me to this prayer meeting. I kinda agree with the statement &lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;YOUR WORDS, CREATE YOUR REALITY&lt;/span&gt; because based on experience like what I've wrote above I kept on wishing that I'm isolated from my family and I did. And the fact that we humans mostly talk to ourselves than to other people. So yea it was educational.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;February is tomorrow!!! sweldo day is tomorrow!!!! MIDTERMS TOMORROW PEOPLE!!!! Study well and lets ace it!!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6794939190454195024?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6794939190454195024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6794939190454195024&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6794939190454195024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6794939190454195024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-words-create-your-reality.html' title='Your words, create your reality.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6074207924765032376</id><published>2010-01-27T20:00:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T20:20:19.262+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never have I read anything so pathetic as this story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Woman to have op to look like Alba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/ea/img/-/100127/alba305-15lvj3p.jpg?x=292&amp;amp;sig=__7690wU_PMG1W1xnnlOCA--" /&gt; &lt;div align="justify"&gt;A Chinese woman is so keen to win back her ex-boyfriend she plans to undergo plastic surgery to transform herself into his favourite actress: Hollywood star Jessica Alba.&lt;br /&gt;The 21-year-old, who identified herself as Xiaoqing, told the Shanghai Daily that she had met with doctors at a plastic surgery clinic in Shanghai who offered to do the work for free.&lt;br /&gt;"I have made my decision," the newspaper quoted her as saying.&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not only doing it for my ex-boyfriend, but for myself. I am a psychologically weak person. I want to do something to challenge myself and build a strong personality through it."&lt;br /&gt;Liu Qi, an official at the Shanghai Time Plastic Surgery Hospital, said the woman would need eyebrow lifting, eyelid reshaping and nose reconstruction to look like Alba, the star of Sin City and Fantastic Four.&lt;br /&gt;"There's no worry about the expense and it is technically practicable," Liu was quoted as saying.&lt;br /&gt;"But the face-lift is irreversible and we hope that she would take it seriously."&lt;br /&gt;Clinic officials confirmed the woman's story, but would not say when or if the surgery would go ahead.&lt;br /&gt;The woman, who works for a web firm, described to the newspaper how her Alba-obsessed 28-year-old ex-boyfriend hung photos of the actress on his walls and stored her image on his mobile phone.&lt;br /&gt;The man demanded Xiaoqing do her make-up as Alba does, even when she slept, and gave her a blonde wig for Christmas, which he asked her to wear all the time.&lt;br /&gt;She told the newspaper they broke up last month when she threw her wig and fake eyelashes to the ground after passers-by laughed at her.&lt;br /&gt;But afterwards, she said she reconsidered."I love him very much.... That's why I always followed his opinions. I don't want to lose him," the newspaper quoted her as saying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;--Seriously?! WTF?! If a guy wants me to really look like someone plus the hair and all for the rest of my life, I'm going to hammer his brain into pieces. If it's only for a day, sure I can go for it. But with the wig and all that, yea you go and wear that in public dude! And if someone wants to be strong personality, can't you do that with your God-given beauty and not look like someone else? On the bright side, she become prettier if so if her ex-boyfriend don't go back to her, guys will be the ones going to her and then she'll realize he's not worth it. Love, love, love....can truly make us go crazy at times.&lt;/span&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/23497437-6074207924765032376?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://au.news.yahoo.com/a/-/newshome/6728701/woman-to-have-op-to-look-like-alba/' title='Never have I read anything so pathetic as this story.'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6074207924765032376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6074207924765032376&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6074207924765032376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6074207924765032376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/01/never-have-i-read-anything-so-pathetic.html' title='Never have I read anything so pathetic as this story.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4225931303619651748</id><published>2010-01-20T21:19:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T21:57:56.757+08:00</updated><title type='text'>AIRPORTS.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;AIRPORTS&lt;/span&gt;. A place where mixed emotions are found. Some passengers are boarding &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;themselves&lt;/span&gt; to go back to the place where they belong, some passengers are searching for adventures so they go to places they have never been to or some passengers wanted to experience living in other parts of the world. How to get there?! By aeroplanes. Aeroplanes are parked in airports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot when was the first time I went to the airport. All I remember is that I was excited &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;hoppin&lt;/span&gt; on board on aeroplanes. Well my mom said &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I was pretty young back then. I was like 2 or 3 or 4 years old?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These days, airports is like torture to me. With all the organizing your stuff, make sure you did not forget anything, make sure your passport are safe in you bag and all is like &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;argh&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Ok&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;ok&lt;/span&gt; you kids go on and say, AT LEAST YOU GET TO GET ON TO AN AEROPLANE but come on! Leaving the place where you were &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;practically&lt;/span&gt; raised and where you found out that the blood in your vagina is not something you paste the bandage with is like torture, a pain in your heart, a stab on your back and front. Then having to deal with the fact that you'll be counting the days before you can go back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last airport experience was of course last January 3, 2010. My parents drove for hours to send me to the airport like 6 hours drive or something. It was the scene that I most hate. I was with my family. We had family bonding and stuff. Then we ate at &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; then I had to go so goodbyes and hugs and stuff like that. I hate those stuff. If &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to leave a country or a place, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to see those GOODBYE face as if &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; not going back. I want to see those SEE YOU LATER faces. So then I hugged them and then while I was waiting for my line, mom was like I'LL WAIT HERE TILL YOU GET INSIDE. So she stood there beside me. It was an awkward but sweet moment with mom. She waited for me and all and then they waved when I got inside the boarding gate. It killed me. I want to laugh and cry at the same time. Then when I was on the plane, I was like HERE WE GO AGAIN, GOING TO THE PLACE WHERE I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; BELONG, I &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt; REGRET THIS VACATION.....&lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;bla&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hate Airports. Too much drama in there. Too much suspense. Too much emotions. All in one. You don't know what will happen to you when you get to the place where you're headed to. You don't know what will happen to your family and friends back home. You're praying and ask for God's protection to keep you safe on your flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then there is one thing beyond those drama, suspense, emotions in that place. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Because you know that while you're gone and far away from your love ones, they will also miss you the same as you misses them and you'll know that when you come back, they will be there to pick you up at the arrival hall and hug you with their smile on their faces. It's &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;NEWS FROM TODAY'S NEWSPAPER: Some british or australian guy was arrested because he post on twitter that he's going to put a bomb on the airport as a joke. So the anti-terrorist people arrested him. like.....the hell?! THINK BEFORE YOU POST PEOPLE!!!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4225931303619651748?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4225931303619651748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4225931303619651748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4225931303619651748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4225931303619651748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/01/airports.html' title='AIRPORTS.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7285337770603833669</id><published>2010-01-10T00:31:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T15:19:41.773+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year edits.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;After welcoming, jumping and eating, they went karaoke and while they were doing that, I was bored so I edit some pics using photoshop. I'm still practicing my photoshop skills and I think they're improving. WELCOME 2010! yeah!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0i0jeKtbRI/AAAAAAAAA-s/W3LhihXE9_4/s1600-h/tronky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424784272654167314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0i0jeKtbRI/AAAAAAAAA-s/W3LhihXE9_4/s320/tronky.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyRq1BSFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-01bVo0bDbs/s1600-h/sunset.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424781767791954002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyRq1BSFI/AAAAAAAAA-k/-01bVo0bDbs/s320/sunset.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyRZ73JsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/3rsNENBKBQQ/s1600-h/nike.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424781763257247426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyRZ73JsI/AAAAAAAAA-c/3rsNENBKBQQ/s320/nike.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyQ_2y-CI/AAAAAAAAA-U/VXyB7V-3C98/s1600-h/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424781756256679970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyQ_2y-CI/AAAAAAAAA-U/VXyB7V-3C98/s320/butterfly.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyQpw3lUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OPe_hiiGi00/s1600-h/guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 213px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424781750326236482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyQpw3lUI/AAAAAAAAA-M/OPe_hiiGi00/s320/guitar.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyQNiPWuI/AAAAAAAAA-E/k9t7XZMPvY8/s1600-h/balloons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424781742748687074" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0iyQNiPWuI/AAAAAAAAA-E/k9t7XZMPvY8/s320/balloons.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23497437-7285337770603833669?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7285337770603833669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7285337770603833669&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7285337770603833669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7285337770603833669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-edits.html' title='new year edits.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0i0jeKtbRI/AAAAAAAAA-s/W3LhihXE9_4/s72-c/tronky.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-1130969382804251644</id><published>2010-01-04T22:07:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T22:13:55.397+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dum dum dee dum dum dum dee dum dum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Christmas break's over. No more FUN FUN. Back to reality. Get your asses back to school kids!!!! Stop being a SLOTH. It's a sin. :P&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422887315506210370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0H3SCG4JkI/AAAAAAAAA98/buwwFREnERQ/s320/IMG4622A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-1130969382804251644?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/1130969382804251644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=1130969382804251644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1130969382804251644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1130969382804251644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/01/dum-dum-dee-dum-dum-dum-dee-dum-dum.html' title='dum dum dee dum dum dum dee dum dum'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S0H3SCG4JkI/AAAAAAAAA98/buwwFREnERQ/s72-c/IMG4622A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3019827535357008006</id><published>2010-01-01T11:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T22:38:18.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GwWv046mI/AAAAAAAABE8/DFk7dRB_uOs/s1600/105_5140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463341727819033186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GwWv046mI/AAAAAAAABE8/DFk7dRB_uOs/s400/105_5140.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GvII3jYGI/AAAAAAAABEs/AypG_hyYAY0/s1600/105_5129.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463340377331425378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GvII3jYGI/AAAAAAAABEs/AypG_hyYAY0/s400/105_5129.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GtrvCgH5I/AAAAAAAABEk/raFAbKjigB4/s1600/105_5161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463338789850062738" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GtrvCgH5I/AAAAAAAABEk/raFAbKjigB4/s400/105_5161.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GtrOdGHbI/AAAAAAAABEc/4-71DCYBy5U/s1600/105_5146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463338781103234482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GtrOdGHbI/AAAAAAAABEc/4-71DCYBy5U/s400/105_5146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9Gtqqih65I/AAAAAAAABEU/3mli-UPef9g/s1600/105_5144.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463338771462351762" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9Gtqqih65I/AAAAAAAABEU/3mli-UPef9g/s400/105_5144.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9Gtp4bzQoI/AAAAAAAABEM/Vw1UdMwP_EE/s1600/105_5126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463338758012355202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9Gtp4bzQoI/AAAAAAAABEM/Vw1UdMwP_EE/s400/105_5126.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GtpRgo4rI/AAAAAAAABEE/N3xiJbFebDY/s1600/105_5130.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463338747563664050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GtpRgo4rI/AAAAAAAABEE/N3xiJbFebDY/s400/105_5130.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;Another new year celebration to remember with my family in Brunei. featuring Kuya Sho, Kuya Loyd, Tita Lorna and Uncle Bibing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;2010 already people!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAVE A HELLUVA YEAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23497437-3019827535357008006?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3019827535357008006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3019827535357008006&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3019827535357008006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3019827535357008006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-already-people-have-helluva-year.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9GwWv046mI/AAAAAAAABE8/DFk7dRB_uOs/s72-c/105_5140.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3527164221484192606</id><published>2010-01-01T04:44:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T05:01:56.330+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your call.</title><content type='html'>this was in Muara Beach last sunday when I went there with my family. Alester was playing guitar so I just sang along until we made a video using someone else's phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2fe821c06cf6c68a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fe821c06cf6c68a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331376975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74AC6733F400E4CF301DF85A0D140F897F6282B.20969BAC082F45BA437925B4BFB7A3BA57C91F03%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fe821c06cf6c68a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcbqg2HA2F7JqSa2nsZCZUD_jSO0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D2fe821c06cf6c68a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331376975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D74AC6733F400E4CF301DF85A0D140F897F6282B.20969BAC082F45BA437925B4BFB7A3BA57C91F03%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D2fe821c06cf6c68a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dcbqg2HA2F7JqSa2nsZCZUD_jSO0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;the quality of the video sucks tho but yea its a video to treasure. naks! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3527164221484192606?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=2fe821c06cf6c68a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3527164221484192606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3527164221484192606&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3527164221484192606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3527164221484192606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2010/01/your-call.html' title='your call.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8739011303353506364</id><published>2009-12-31T11:13:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T13:47:11.205+08:00</updated><title type='text'>2009</title><content type='html'>2009 is yet another memorable year. For me and the world and the media and the Philippines and the health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 2009 started off with a new pair of school shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Followed by long lectures and quizess and exams in school,&lt;br /&gt;Challenges outside school,&lt;br /&gt;Families,&lt;br /&gt;Friendship,&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;YOU,&lt;br /&gt;my BIRTHDAY,&lt;br /&gt;just turned 18,&lt;br /&gt;Swine Flu,&lt;br /&gt;Dinglasa Reunion,&lt;br /&gt;H1N1,&lt;br /&gt;transformers came back with Megan Fox,&lt;br /&gt;Swimming Class,&lt;br /&gt;Cory Aquino's Death,&lt;br /&gt;Bagyong Ondoy,&lt;br /&gt;Micheal Jackson's death,&lt;br /&gt;Bagyong Santi,&lt;br /&gt;Harry Potter didn't make it to this year's box office,&lt;br /&gt;warewolves became famous than vampires,&lt;br /&gt;Sherlock Holmes invented the word Brilliance,&lt;br /&gt;Decemeber.&lt;br /&gt;and a whole lot of stuff in 2009,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they just happen in year 2009,&lt;br /&gt;I let them be,&lt;br /&gt;without NEW YEAR RESOLUTIONS,&lt;br /&gt;so I won't be making resolutions for NEW YEAR,&lt;br /&gt;coz WHATEVER HAPPEN, HAPPENS,&lt;br /&gt;and I believe,&lt;br /&gt;THINGS HAPPEN FOR A REASON,&lt;br /&gt;EVEN SHIT'S AND YAY'S!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the year,&lt;br /&gt;we will all realize how days go by just like that,&lt;br /&gt;and another year comes and welcome us,&lt;br /&gt;but even though new year comes,&lt;br /&gt;things won't change,&lt;br /&gt;problem is still there,&lt;br /&gt;but it's a reason to have a fresh new start,&lt;br /&gt;so start properly not perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;enjoy the blessings that you received,&lt;br /&gt;smile and mean it,&lt;br /&gt;make memories and learn from lessons that you failed,&lt;br /&gt;mistakes makes you stronger,&lt;br /&gt;pray for God's guidance,&lt;br /&gt;and at the end of the year,&lt;br /&gt;you'll be satisfied with the memories you made,&lt;br /&gt;and go on to another year that will come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I usually reminisce after a year ends and just post about it and I just decided to do it different this year. By making a lame poem! haha. I was bored and my feet hurts like hell. cramps from playing badminton. Rawr! But all's good. I think?! I know it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to my family, friends, relatives and new friends.....thank you guys for making 2009 a memorable year for me. Keep in touch! ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8739011303353506364?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8739011303353506364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8739011303353506364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8739011303353506364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8739011303353506364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/12/2009.html' title='2009'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7357322049801059607</id><published>2009-12-27T23:58:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T02:23:23.774+08:00</updated><title type='text'>contentment,</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So today, it's family day. We went to Muara Beach to have our Sunday Splash. Coz we're rich to afford "THE" sunday splash. lol. So yea, woke up early around 6am and enjoy the whole morning and afternoon at the Beach. Got a tan and my STAYING AWAY FROM THE SUN plan is ruined a little and that just don't amuse me. We also missed the 5:30pm mass coz we were really tired from beach-in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then all of a sudden, I find it odd to realize something. I realize that you should just be happy with what you have and just enjoy your blessings that you receive. I don't know if too much beach-ing or too much reading made me say this but yea, it's a fact. I was preety mad with my spending skills before because I just buy and buy stuff that I don't need. I bought this month's Reader's Digest because I just want to. But then I realize I don't need it and it'll just add on my bookshelf and I don't have much space to put in it equals to, I NEED TO CLEAR UP MY BOOKSHELVES AGAIN. torture. But turned out it's a good issue. It talks about some stuff but the one that caught my eye is about this story on Cambodian teenagers. Most Cambodians earn just US$500(P23,255) a year. Which is like half of my school fee or just i think 2-3 months of my allowance(plus dorm and all) and that's a year for Cambodians. Yet I complain by the amount of money I receive every month. So yea teenagers mostly girls aged 16-18 years old are like sold as virgins even though they are not for a family to earn more money. These girls are not protected because if they are seen around the town they will be kidnap so that those stupid people can sell that kid and earn more money. Then if the costumers resist, the kids will be beaten up or shocked with cables. Which is torture than I thought cleaning up my room would be. Another disturbing story is that this 13 year old girl is kidnap by this crazy woman and then that woman kept on selling and re-selling that kid to her stupid costumers. But then when this kid pleaded for rest, as punishment that crazy woman took a sharp piece of metal and took out the kids' right eye which made that kid now only having one left eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like seriously, when will earth be the safest place to live where there is peace on earth and goodness from mankind. Oh right in like, NEVER! There may be problems in Philippines like this as well. Jeez, why do people do these things?! Selling a child, force a child to be a prostitute and all that. It's destroying the child's future which is once bright. They are suppose to be the future leaders of the world. They are suppose to be going to school, collect knowledge and grow up. Not this one. It shouldn't be. It's sad that MONEY can make you do stupid and crazy stuff. It makes you selfish and forget the people around you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up wishing money to not exist in this world. I hate it when people argue with me about money. Or some people will be like YOU'RE FROM BRUNEI, IT MEANS YOU'RE RICH and all those crap. That's why as you can see, I sometimes just keep quiet coz I don't want to get those kinds of comments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Money is like POWER these days. MORE MONEY, MORE POWER. LESS MONEY, NO POWER. look around. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7357322049801059607?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7357322049801059607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7357322049801059607&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7357322049801059607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7357322049801059607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/12/contentment.html' title='contentment,'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-1392953037542295220</id><published>2009-12-23T21:41:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:59:48.052+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I got back HOME.</title><content type='html'>So yea, currently I'm home but only for a short while coz Christmas Break is freakin short and it sucks. But oh well, at least I got to go home after months of wanting to go home. Anyway I was preety exhausted from the sleepover and from the flight yesterday. Met some cool people from sleepover at Kota Kinabalu, Malaysia. Keep in touch! Luckily I get to accompany this guy since it's his first time with the traveling and all coz yea I will be all alone and all that. Dad, Alester, Enjo and Tita Lorna picked me up when I arrived at the Brunei International Airport. I'm happy with the fact that there is only like 50% hoo hahs with this trip. I was organize for once, I did not forget something for once, I was punctual for once(stayed at the aiport for 3-4 hours before the plane take off). So yea, I'm happy with that little achivement before 2009 ends. Wow, that means I'm getting older. WITH GREAT POWER COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITY-spiderman. So anyway, I wasn't suppose to blog right now coz I am suppose to be enjoying my little vacation. Actually I'm a little emo right now, with all these stuff in my head and i'm distracting myself by singing TIS THIS SEASON TO BE JOLLY, FA LA LA LA LA, LA LA LA LA. I vow to not go emo this Christmas Break and just enjoy what will be in store for me in this little vacation coz this will probably be the last vacation I will be having in NEGARA BRUNEI DARUSSALAM. yea, I know right, so sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;from the sleepover, I learned that SHOTA is non-formal relationship, GIRLFRIEND/BOYFRIEND is formal relationship. -Ka Bong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from MOM on our little bond when she got home from work last night, I learned that IBM shut down and LENOVO brought IBM when they went bankrupt so that's why LENOVO gadgets are how do say this....safe and it can guarantee you long lasting use. ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the PASALUBONG word is so overated. We say &lt;strong&gt;DON'T FORGET TO GET ME SOMETHING!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; hahahaha, ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-1392953037542295220?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/1392953037542295220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=1392953037542295220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1392953037542295220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1392953037542295220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-got-back-home.html' title='I got back HOME.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6475019852013741011</id><published>2009-12-08T09:39:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T10:27:06.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>make sense tho.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sx2waOQuBiI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Epow6YH2DL4/s1600-h/tumblr_ku8hijynwF1qzd3dvo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sx2waOQuBiI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Epow6YH2DL4/s320/tumblr_ku8hijynwF1qzd3dvo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412676291720513058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sx2xBHtdkMI/AAAAAAAAA90/dhasztEjiaU/s1600-h/tumblr_ktuxdqb2ei1qapexdo1_500.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sx2xBHtdkMI/AAAAAAAAA90/dhasztEjiaU/s320/tumblr_ktuxdqb2ei1qapexdo1_500.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412676959976919234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6475019852013741011?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6475019852013741011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6475019852013741011&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6475019852013741011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6475019852013741011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/12/make-sense-tho.html' title='make sense tho.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sx2waOQuBiI/AAAAAAAAA9s/Epow6YH2DL4/s72-c/tumblr_ku8hijynwF1qzd3dvo1_500.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6103992319210485282</id><published>2009-11-26T19:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:11:43.037+08:00</updated><title type='text'>weird thursday.</title><content type='html'>I find it really weird today. I think it started off with this weird dream about this guy asking to have sex with him and it's freaky coz I'm not even close with that guy!!! Then I thought it's still 5am so I went back to bed but then it's 6am already so I woke up at 6:45am. The part during sir jen's class is not weird tho. Then lunch time all we talked about is books. Then during rad anatomy's class, we kept waiting for the teacher to come and then our teacher in rad technique came and she was like, THIS IS OUR LESSON FOR TODAY, GO AND PHOTOCOPY IT AND OUR QUIZ WILL BE IN 20 MINUTES THAT'LL BE 1PM. We were surprised and we didn't know that they exchange the schedule. Then after Rad Anatomy it'll be Philippine Constitution and Goverment class. We reviewed our notes and we memorized the preamble, turned out the prof did not asked us what we review. And luckily all he asked me is to repeat what he just said. lol.....it was a weird thursday for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6103992319210485282?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6103992319210485282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6103992319210485282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6103992319210485282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6103992319210485282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/weird-thursday.html' title='weird thursday.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8685707024619904811</id><published>2009-11-22T09:30:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:04:35.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Moon Review.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;New Moon as you all know is the sequel to last year's twilight. The twilight movie that I watched with this guy for the first time and the twilight that made me pulled his shirt several times coz James is so HOT! hahaha. In this movie since James is dead, JACOB IS SO HOT!!!! I would choose Jacob over Edward anytime. &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;But of course I won't trade any guy whom I watched twilight with. =) &lt;/span&gt;Anyway, I watched New Moon last Friday when we were dismissed early from Rad Technique's class. Melanie treat me just like she promised long ago. I knew what will happen in the first 1/4 of the movie coz I've only read 1/4 of the book. It was a good movie though. Even though it's so cheesy. I'm a fan of fantasy movies and romantic-chick-ish movies but fantasy+romantic-chick-ish is just not my definition of a really good movie. Edward will never exist in the real world. He's just romantic and hopefully girl's who are innocent in relationship stuff won't expect that guys will be like romantic Edward or something. Oh, I know that vampires suppose to be pale and all but the Cullen's look really good in New Moon than twilight. They look like zombies with eyes pooping out and so stiff(except Alice) in twilight). Maybe they fired their previous make-up artist. lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0200FttFLIjYAJM.jzbkF/SIG=12o2es4np/EXP=1272121221/**http%3a//www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/new-moon-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 437px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0200FttFLIjYAJM.jzbkF/SIG=12o2es4np/EXP=1272121221/**http%3a//www.thehollywoodgossip.com/images/gallery/new-moon-poster.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0201HtdFLqkAArUajzbkF/SIG=12qobub1j/EXP=1272121031/**http%3a//www.newmoonmovie.org/images/volturi-new-moon-poster-560x746.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://rds.yahoo.com/_ylt=A0S0201HtdFLqkAArUajzbkF/SIG=12qobub1j/EXP=1272121031/**http%3a//www.newmoonmovie.org/images/volturi-new-moon-poster-560x746.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7800000/New-Moon-twilight-series-7852447-1280-800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 382px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://images2.fanpop.com/images/photos/7800000/New-Moon-twilight-series-7852447-1280-800.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2886374972_3f3c7657d6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2886374972_3f3c7657d6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2903657750_6fb4bfc02b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 283px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3131/2903657750_6fb4bfc02b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Photos searched with: &lt;a href="http://www.yahoo.com/"&gt;http://www.yahoo.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8685707024619904811?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8685707024619904811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8685707024619904811&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8685707024619904811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8685707024619904811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/new-moon-review.html' title='New Moon Review.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3117/2886374972_3f3c7657d6_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4807143597067376793</id><published>2009-11-14T23:15:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T09:54:55.155+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sv7KFNLN19I/AAAAAAAAA9c/m8_so3zjWiA/s1600-h/Image074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403978793676036050" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sv7KFNLN19I/AAAAAAAAA9c/m8_so3zjWiA/s320/Image074.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; I MISS YOU, YOU FUNNY GUY WITH TWO LEFT FEET!!!!! RAWR!!!♥♥♥♥♥&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4807143597067376793?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4807143597067376793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4807143597067376793&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4807143597067376793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4807143597067376793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you-you-funny-guy-with-two-left.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sv7KFNLN19I/AAAAAAAAA9c/m8_so3zjWiA/s72-c/Image074.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6321916333744583757</id><published>2009-11-13T08:33:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T23:03:45.877+08:00</updated><title type='text'>found it on while browsing through tumblr-ers.</title><content type='html'>"When a GIRL is quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Millions of things are running in her mind&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL is not arguing,&lt;br /&gt;She is thinking deeply&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL looks at u with eyes full of questions,&lt;br /&gt;She is wondering how long you will be around&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL answers “i’m fine” after a few seconds,&lt;br /&gt;She is not at all fine&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL stares at you,&lt;br /&gt;She is wondering why you are lying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When a GIRL lays on your chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;She is wishing for you to be hers forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL calls you everyday,&lt;br /&gt;She is seeking for your attention&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL sms’s u everyday,&lt;br /&gt;She wants you to reply at least once&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says I love you,&lt;br /&gt;She means it&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says that she can’t live without you,&lt;br /&gt;She has made up her mind that you are her future&lt;br /&gt;When a GIRL says “i miss you”,&lt;br /&gt;No one in this world can miss you more than that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;When your throat starts to burn, and your heartbeat speeds up, when your stomach tightens, and your lungs close up, when your tears rush to your eyes faster than you ever dreamed possible, that’s the worst pain you will ever feel. That’s your heart breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;because she patched it back up without knowing she did it. She’s that special.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-awwwww....CUTE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6321916333744583757?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6321916333744583757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6321916333744583757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6321916333744583757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6321916333744583757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/found-it-on-while-browsing-through.html' title='found it on while browsing through tumblr-ers.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6685793693304278770</id><published>2009-11-12T11:23:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T11:39:15.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>if only I could have all the money in the world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/GalxMonth/11/110409-swarovski-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/GalxMonth/11/110409-swarovski-400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Swarovski Idomeneo Crystal Pocket Binoculars&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you’re among the multitudes who’ve downloaded the wildly popular iBird Explorer Plus app, then clearly the next thing you need for your birding ensemble is these bling binocs. Studded with more than 1,200 copper and chocolate crystals, these waterproof(!) binoculars offer eight times magnification (hello, neighbor!) and, when folded, are about the size of a Filet-O-Fish. Now go get some fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;$950; at swarovski.com.&lt;br /&gt;—Megan Deem, Fashion Features Editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/GalxMonth/11/110309-vca-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/GalxMonth/11/110309-vca-400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Van Cleef &amp;amp; Arpels Lucky Alhambra Necklace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to office attire, I have a seventies soul. Think Mary Tyler Moore. I like function with my fashion and easy to put on and carry off jewels. I daydream at my desk about this toss-it-on-with-anything yellow gold and semiprecious stone spectacular. To spin the famous lyrics of the MTM theme song: This jewel could turn the world on with its style. It could take a nothing day and certainly make it all seem worthwhile! Oh it's you jewel and you should know it! With each and every charm and the gold chain you show it! Van Cleef &amp;amp; Arpels has made you after all.&lt;br /&gt;$11,700; visit vancleef-arpels.com for stores.&lt;br /&gt;—Marion Fasel, Contributing Editor, Fine Jewelry &amp;amp; Watches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/GalxMonth/10/102909-jennifer-behr-400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://img2.timeinc.net/instyle/images/2009/GalxMonth/10/102909-jennifer-behr-400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jennifer Behr Crystal-Encrusted Headband&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer Behr trained as a sculptor before turning her hand to millinery and later, to hair accessories. Her artistic sensibility is apparent in her imaginative designs, like this utterly wow padded headband. Each takes two hours to construct because all the work is done by hand (how delightfully old school, right?). Those Swarovski crystals are stitched on one-by-one (with cotton thread Behr waxes herself!), meaning no two pieces are alike. The unique results are worthy of a princess, which is exactly how you’d feel with this sparkler perched on your pretty little head.&lt;br /&gt;$725; at jenniferbehr.com&lt;br /&gt;—Megan Deem, Fashion Features Editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But oh well, they are just nice stuffs that I can't own. There are things that are priceless and that is being SIMPLE. ^_^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6685793693304278770?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6685793693304278770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6685793693304278770&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6685793693304278770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6685793693304278770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/if-only-i-could-have-all-money-in-world.html' title='if only I could have all the money in the world.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7734608055051472195</id><published>2009-11-10T13:47:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:55:14.801+08:00</updated><title type='text'>cute.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Conversation Between Ex's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Girl: Your new girlfriend is pretty. (I bet she stole your heart)&lt;br /&gt;· Boy: yeah, she is. (But you’re still the most beautiful girl I know)&lt;br /&gt;· Girl: I heard she’s funny &amp;amp; amazing. (All the stuff I wasn’t)&lt;br /&gt;· Boy: She sure is. (But she’s nothing compared to you)&lt;br /&gt;· Girl: I bet you know everything about her by now (Like how you knew just about everything about me)&lt;br /&gt;· Boy: Only the stuff that count (I can’t even remember the stuff she tells me when I think of you)&lt;br /&gt;· Girl: Well, I hope you guys last. (Because we never did)&lt;br /&gt;· Boy: I hope we do too. (Whatever happened to me &amp;amp; you?)&lt;br /&gt;· Girl: Well I got to go. (Before I start to cry)&lt;br /&gt;· Boy: Yeah me too. (I hope you don’t cry)&lt;br /&gt;· Girl: Bye. (I still love you)&lt;br /&gt;· Boy: Later. (I never stopped)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2300817656_3ff8a7b967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2300817656_3ff8a7b967.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7734608055051472195?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7734608055051472195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7734608055051472195&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7734608055051472195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7734608055051472195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/cute.html' title='cute.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3020/2300817656_3ff8a7b967_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6671251742983349689</id><published>2009-11-10T13:01:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T13:45:57.448+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's weird when we were young we just want to be adult in order to not get yelled (because we were being childish), do as we told, listen to your parents coz they knows what's best for you even though you knew that they are so wrong, have a job to earn money because your allowance is just enough for you to buy food during reccess, be with the person you thought you first love and therefore that person is THE ONE and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that i'm a so called adult coz according the some law 18 is when you enter adulthood. Now my life is just me...alone. My parents are miles away and you can't just wait for your parents to come home and talk to them about what is up with you. You don't have brother's who you could play along with when you just want to be surrounded with smiles after a long frown on you face. Friends who you have known your life and so you're comfortable telling them what is up. I am happy with the bunch of friends i've made here tho. They make me happy and we are more close now. I know I shouldn't find those people who are not here because I have to settle down with my freakin life now. But still, sometimes you want to be with them because they created a great impact in your life. High School just come once in your life. Same thing with me living in Brunei and i'm happy that I lived my life well there and I'm really glad I had that opportunity in my so called life which I suddenly miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given the chance to start my life here. So far I think I live it well although some days suck. Come one in life there is always good and bad days. I just hope I'll continue living it well here. Living here is really unexpected. I thought I could still change my parents mind after they had planned that i'll be going to college here but then I was wrong. I didn't get to change their minds. So yea here I am....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my childhood days, I miss living in Brunei, I miss my family, I miss my friends, I miss my room....everything. But I shouldn't look for the things that is long gone. I should settle for what I have now. I know that God sent me here for a reason. He is creating that footsteps for me to look for that answer why. And I hope i'll find out soon WHY.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6671251742983349689?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6671251742983349689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6671251742983349689&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6671251742983349689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6671251742983349689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss.html' title='i miss...'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8045287236344748549</id><published>2009-11-02T16:56:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T22:18:28.632+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Expressing ourselves on World Wide Web</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today there are a lot of ways on expressing ourselves, our thoughts, our opinions....there are websites created for that. Some people are too shy to express it with their voice so they express it in words through world wide web like through blog. When you read that person's blog, you began to understand that, that person is a normal human being. But it is still better to express youselves with your own voice to be heard tho. But because many are expressing their selves with their voices that they are not heard. And when they are not heard, they might get frustrated that they just let it out on their journals or diary. That is the old ways of expressing ourselves but these days we have the world wide web to be heard publicly. But we have to of course, think before we put anything about ourselves on the world wide web. Some took advanange of the internet nowadays. So oftentimes there are news about the misuse of internet bla bla bla. But nevertheless, internet has been part of our everyday lives nowadays so what we need is just some precautions and to use them well in order to enjoy it. Anyway why am I saying these things, people already know it anyway. But some are really hard-headed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To conclude, we have our own ways expressing ourselves with our voice and with words. We can be heard either ways. It is up to us on how we want to be heard. Silently with words or Noisily with our voice. We are heard both ways. Sometimes we became so emotional and thought that we are not heard but we are. Maybe it's because we are busy expressing ouselves.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8045287236344748549?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8045287236344748549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8045287236344748549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8045287236344748549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8045287236344748549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/11/expressing-ourselves-on-world-wide-web.html' title='Expressing ourselves on World Wide Web'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-9115814089935838936</id><published>2009-10-19T10:51:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T20:28:57.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>secrets, chances and acceptance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Some secrets shouldn't be told,&lt;br /&gt;some reasons shouldnt be understood,&lt;br /&gt;they just might turn your blood cold. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-from the lyrics of a Hilary Duff song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is said that EVERYONE HAS THEIR OWN SECRETS. Even the nicest person. Those who knows you well are the ones who knew about it. It just hurts when you know a secret about a person and that person did not told you about it. It hurts when you knew it from another person. It also hurts when someone spread bad rumors about you when its not even true. Like me being a BITCH. Maybe being Beautiful Intelligent Talented Charming and HOT is true, I mean the other meaning of BITCH. Because honestly speaking, I'm a lame person. I save my dignity and all that to the person who really deserve me. yeah LAME. Anyway, after that rumor that had been spreaded, I didn't go out. Just stay home, eat and sleep. Which is why I lead a normal, boring life before. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;YOU CAN'T UNDO WHAT IS DONE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-from the movie Cashback&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is said that EVERYONE DESERVES ANOTHER CHANCE. Like God, he gave us chances after another after we sin after another. God is the term FORGIVE AND NEVER FORGET. Because he Forgives but he never forgets coz our daily doings which according to the bible is written in the book. That is why no one knows us better than God. If you want change, you yourself will start the change you want to see. Right?! Which is what i'm doing right now. yes, RIGHT NOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Avoiding offense means that we don't accept each other as equals.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="PADDING-BOTTOM: 1px; PADDING-LEFT: 0px; PADDING-RIGHT: 6px; FLOAT: left; PADDING-TOP: 1px" href="http://www.gaia.com/quotes/ayaan-hirsi-ali_1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;-Ayaan Hirsi Ali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It is said that EVERYONE WANTS TO BE ACCEPTED. It is true that everyone wants to be accepted. For who you are and for what you are. Happiness begins in acceptance. If nobody accepts you for who you are and for what you are, you will be lonely and sad filled with hatred. That is why Emo people existed. Acceptance begins in family. If your family accepts you for what you are, you won't be resulted to rebellion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--&gt; I hav no idea why I kept on blogging right now. Blogging is a way to keep me busy this sembreak and to say what I want to say. I'm just explaining my definitions on SECRETS, CHANCES AND ACCEPTANCE. If people don't agree, its ok. We live in a world of democracy anyway. ^__^ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-9115814089935838936?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/9115814089935838936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=9115814089935838936&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/9115814089935838936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/9115814089935838936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/10/secrets-chances-and-acceptance.html' title='secrets, chances and acceptance.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-1511829610268874818</id><published>2009-10-18T15:46:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T16:09:52.472+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take time.</title><content type='html'>I came across one of my friend's blog. I forgot which blog coz I just copy and paste it but yea thanks whoever you are. Do shoutout if you know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Answers.&lt;br /&gt;It’s impossible = All things are possible (Luke, 18;27)&lt;br /&gt;I’m too tired = I will give you rest (Matt, 11:28-30)&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really loves me = I love you (John, 3:16)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on = My grace is sufficient (II Cor, 12:19)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure things out = I will direct your steps (Prov, 20:24)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t do it = You can do all things (Phil, 4:13)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not able = I am able (II Cor, 9:8)&lt;br /&gt;It’s not worth it = It will be worth it (Rom, 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t forgive myself = I forgive you (IJn, 1:9 &amp;amp; Rom, 8:1)&lt;br /&gt;I can’t manage = I will supply all your needs (Phil, 4:19)&lt;br /&gt;I’m afraid = I have not given you a spirit of fear (IITim, 1:7)&lt;br /&gt;I’m always worried and frustrated = Cast all your cares on Me(IPet, 5:7)&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have enough faith = I’ve given everyone a measure of faith (Rom, 12:8)&lt;br /&gt;I’m not smart enough = I give you wisdom (ICor, 1:30)&lt;br /&gt;I feel all alone = I will never leave you or forsake you (Heb, 13:5)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having doubts with God lately. With stuff goin on lately, especially this this thing which I won't be telling here. Selected person only knows about this. Anyway, I don't want to go back when I have no God. When I have no one to turn to. I'm gonna take a break, take time to reflect, take time to grow up....yes, I will. When I took enough time for it, you're gonna see me SMILE which is a priceless gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-1511829610268874818?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/1511829610268874818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=1511829610268874818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1511829610268874818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1511829610268874818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-time.html' title='Take time.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3681403891055116996</id><published>2009-10-18T15:12:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T15:45:39.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sheymbrrrreak</title><content type='html'>SEMBREAK just started...TODAY!!! not really happy about it. I'm happy with the fact that there'll be no homeworks to worry about and all that but i'm NPR(no permanent residence) so I will be jumpin from one house to another. It sucks but oh well life will be life and maybe someday i'll get something good in return. This sembreak i'll be going here and there, maybe get inspired and find answers I've been looking for. Like why the sky is blue and not green. hahaha pointless but it's something like that. I'll be staying away from the sun coz it destroyed my beauty during swimming class. My skin is full of melanocytes now. yikes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3681403891055116996?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3681403891055116996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3681403891055116996&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3681403891055116996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3681403891055116996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/10/sheymbrrrreak.html' title='sheymbrrrreak'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8045483015729209268</id><published>2009-09-30T10:15:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:08:20.659+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have loads of files in my lappy that I need to back up. Or else my entire life will be how do you call it....GONE?! so while I was copying my pictures in a cd, I saw these pictures with quotes on it, it was from some website, I just realized that I did saved them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLB1RJBQ4I/AAAAAAAAA88/3jR7KkUIjv0/s1600-h/s04.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081225166996354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLB1RJBQ4I/AAAAAAAAA88/3jR7KkUIjv0/s400/s04.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLB0_wwEHI/AAAAAAAAA80/0OWB0qW7wiQ/s1600-h/pic135.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 291px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081220501803122" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLB0_wwEHI/AAAAAAAAA80/0OWB0qW7wiQ/s400/pic135.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBz0-cSGI/AAAAAAAAA8k/bxuNC2kE1A0/s1600-h/pic86.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBLIy27DI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PaIpnEB8HMY/s1600-h/pic63.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387080501372054578" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBLIy27DI/AAAAAAAAA8c/PaIpnEB8HMY/s400/pic63.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBKtd5ctI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3OyAlFBgOSs/s1600-h/pic6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387080494036382418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBKtd5ctI/AAAAAAAAA8U/3OyAlFBgOSs/s400/pic6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBKGMhAlI/AAAAAAAAA8M/doBefuHjmeE/s1600-h/apic139.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBJ-6dduI/AAAAAAAAA8E/vQKDrDZexFk/s1600-h/apic22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387080481539716834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBJ-6dduI/AAAAAAAAA8E/vQKDrDZexFk/s400/apic22.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBJagRyMI/AAAAAAAAA78/RIpaW9DLYIw/s1600-h/480779v7js35ofql.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 288px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387080471766223042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLBJagRyMI/AAAAAAAAA78/RIpaW9DLYIw/s400/480779v7js35ofql.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLCOZSiooI/AAAAAAAAA9M/y9HltTQd5vc/s1600-h/DSCN6323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 168px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387081656851145346" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLCOZSiooI/AAAAAAAAA9M/y9HltTQd5vc/s200/DSCN6323.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and that was me in 2006. hahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY MILCAH CABELLERO GAYOSO!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23497437-8045483015729209268?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8045483015729209268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8045483015729209268&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8045483015729209268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8045483015729209268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-have-loads-of-files-in-my-lappy-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SsLB1RJBQ4I/AAAAAAAAA88/3jR7KkUIjv0/s72-c/s04.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2785434107218431819</id><published>2009-09-29T22:39:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T13:24:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>freewriting.</title><content type='html'>the year TWO THOUSAND AND NINE has been a year of well if you're living in the Philippines you can relate to what I'll be blogging about. There's lots of happenings happened in 2009. Starting with me entering womanhood which I'm so not ready. Then few days later I realized YES I HAVE MATURED. I don't really want to leave my childhood behind that's the WHY I was in no rush to get old. Then I have a boyfriend. Then we had reunion. Then I'm in 2nd year. Then I failed in Anatomy coz of those friggin bones. OK OK IT'S JUST EASY...MAYBE EASY FOR YOU TO SAY BUT FOR ME IT'S NOT. OK?! Then there's sudden death of the late President, Mrs. Cory Aquino. RIP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at the beginning of the month, my friend Mel and I were like talking about those future-tellers who talked about what will happen in the year 2009. They said that there will be disaster in 2009 and epidemic. We were like WHAT THE HELL?! THE WORLD IS FULL OF DISASTER. HAHAHA WHATEVER! It's just funny that they are actually right about it. There's h1n1 and then there's that storm ONDOY in the Philippines. Coincidence?! I think not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 has been, I don't how do you call it....but I'll call it AGITATING lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that everything will be back to normal soon. It's just sad watching the news right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO CLASSES FOR UNTIL SATURDAY. Geez, i'm tired of the holidays and additional holidays. Last week there's class but we had no lessons at all. The professors are either busy or absent. So the school days are extended and sembreak was lessened. DAMN. MAY WE ALL DO WELL IN OUR FINALS. AMEN.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2785434107218431819?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2785434107218431819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2785434107218431819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2785434107218431819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2785434107218431819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/09/freewriting.html' title='freewriting.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5486852728343710043</id><published>2009-09-28T17:11:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:22:24.698+08:00</updated><title type='text'>storm.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://l.yimg.com/hb/i/seaimages/220ap_strandedcommuters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" border="0" alt="" src="http://l.yimg.com/hb/i/seaimages/220ap_strandedcommuters.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;picture from yahoo.com.ph&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, 26th September 2009, a storm called ONDOY hit the Philippines. I was from rizal class and I thought it's just a typical rain and soon it would stop. But then after rizal class, it rained like hell and the wind blew so strong that my umbrella wanted to break. So socio class was canceled. It was Donique's birthday so we went straight to Silang, Cavite at Kim's place to rest and then get our hair and make-up done. It was my first time to experience that kind of bad weather. Ok, maybe not my first time because the last storm in Brunei last 2 years ago, I was sleeping. hehe. Anyway so we enjoyed Donique's Debut. Thank God the rain eventually stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the next day, news scattered around the tv. Manila was like water city. Especially Makati, the underpass was like swimming pool. Hundreds or maybe thousands of lives were taken, thousands lost their home, thousands were injured, maybe some species of animals were lost too. Maybe that storm happened for a reason. It happened in Manila of all places in the world. Maybe it's time that we stop thinking of ourselves for a while and start helping other people too especially our home-EARTH. Last when I went to Manila, it was polluted and rubbish were found everywhere. Well, it's Manila, you know what I mean. But do people care about it? Do people stop for a while and think that HEY MAYBE ITS TIME TO PICK UP THOSE RUBBISH and all that? People think that the betterness of the Philippines depends on the President and actually wait for that President to come when we ourselves can start to better the Philippines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished I was millionaire and donate some money and stuff. But since I'm not, I can only PRAY for those people who were affected badly during the storm. If you guys do have something to donate, please do. LET US HELP EACH OTHER. SEEING PEOPLE SMILE WITH JOY IS THE GREATEST GIFT WE CAN RECEIVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;EVERY PRAYER'S A POWERFUL WEAPON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;GOD SEND US HUMANS TO TAKE GOOD CARE OF HIS CREATION. LET US NOW DO OUR JOB AND TAKE GOOD CARE WHAT GOD CREATED IN THOSE 7 DAYS. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!! I MISS YOU EVEN THOUGH YOU CAN BE CONTRABIDA AT TIMES!!!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5486852728343710043?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5486852728343710043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5486852728343710043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5486852728343710043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5486852728343710043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/09/storm.html' title='storm.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4517269254178136609</id><published>2009-08-23T16:06:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T16:07:31.207+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Second year</title><content type='html'>School has been hell since the school year started. Endless quizzes, reading assignments, home works and those stuff. Tomorrow’s midterm. Oh dear God, help us do well in our midterms. Amen. So yeah I have less social life nowadays, less drinking...water, fewer trips to Manila, less going to aunt’s house on weekends. Well I could but I’m lazy coz of the traffics every Saturday at Imus, its tireding. Oh I have to stay at dorm every Sunday coz Anatomy and swimming on Monday so I have to study and plenty of rest coz Mondays suck. And I got even more blacker coz of swimming classes. Yay! So yea that’s 2nd year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recollection has been okay last August 13-14. I didn’t become a better person. I got more emotional after that. See what silence taught you?! To become emotional. So enjoy the noise out there. Stay out of silence. Haha wth?! So basically that’s what happened these past few school days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love life is ok. It’s agitating. There’s ups and downs, come on, there’s no perfect relationship. People have their ups and downs. Especially if they’re still in rinsing stage. Hahaha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4517269254178136609?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4517269254178136609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4517269254178136609&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4517269254178136609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4517269254178136609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/08/second-year.html' title='Second year'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5047912939036876397</id><published>2009-07-03T23:38:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:36:57.804+08:00</updated><title type='text'>3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;why the number 3?! coz that's what I got when we had our freakin Anatomy practicals. it's number 3 because, it was 3rd of July and we took the exam at 3pm and the score I got was 3 out of 20. grrrr! the common denominator was 2,3 and 5. I hate practicals!!! whoever those scientists or whoever named those 206 bones should die! or maybe that scientist is dead right now. But still!!! Those scientists can name those bones with easier term. But no it's zygomatic, temporal, frontal, fovea capitis, nasal, tibia, fibula, carpals, metacarpals and bla bla bla until I have a problematic brain(no wait, until we have a problematic brain) and want to die. Oh well, if thousands of health-related course takers out there who had took anatomy, survived and passed, I can pass too! YEAH!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to calm down, relax and familiar those whatevers. coz when there is practicals, I felt like I studied enough and when I come in and saw sir's face, I got so freakin nervous and end up getting blank. stupid stupid stupid...anyway enough anatomy for the day. I now get why ana-to cut and tomy-apart because by anatomy our brain is cut apart into pieces when studying anatomy and it will cut you apart. wth?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please anatomy, like me and love me just the way i'm trying to like you and love you.....but if you don't want to it's ok, I'll let you go, coz that's how I love you....what the hell?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKyftxZu5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ldFTWZCvQsE/s1600-h/1_266654896l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360042764456803218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKyftxZu5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ldFTWZCvQsE/s400/1_266654896l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5047912939036876397?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5047912939036876397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5047912939036876397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5047912939036876397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5047912939036876397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/07/3.html' title='3'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKyftxZu5I/AAAAAAAAA6s/ldFTWZCvQsE/s72-c/1_266654896l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4077653107568720820</id><published>2009-06-21T15:36:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:50:52.378+08:00</updated><title type='text'>two.one</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"You see, here's my theory: Kids chase the love that eludes them, and for me, that was my father's love. He kept it tucked away, like papers in a briefcase. And I kept trying to get in there."-from the novel FOR ONE MORE DAY by MITCH ALBOM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Happy Father's Day DAD!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKz5vTYVvI/AAAAAAAAA60/pfTILhDmIl8/s1600-h/103_3862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044311055980274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKz5vTYVvI/AAAAAAAAA60/pfTILhDmIl8/s400/103_3862.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;So today is not only Father's day. It's also the day when CHOCHOLATE a.k.a TJ a.k.a NELSON SERATO DE VERA JR. AND I are ummm...couple?! official, whatever you call it at exactly 9am. So I now have a boboboboboboyyfriend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmK1hLmmbDI/AAAAAAAAA7U/lvTatNMDFkQ/s1600-h/tjandria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 294px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360046088179313714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmK1hLmmbDI/AAAAAAAAA7U/lvTatNMDFkQ/s400/tjandria.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when we don't know that we'll end up together. I was formulating some plans to make him forget me but yea I end up not wanting to forget him. haha stupid....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKz6WAawKI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9eFg5PY4cqM/s1600-h/private_1_7dc0262d2efaed0980d30f40d28c27ee559750050f472c6237ff7ca1d2583269l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044321445429410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKz6WAawKI/AAAAAAAAA7M/9eFg5PY4cqM/s400/private_1_7dc0262d2efaed0980d30f40d28c27ee559750050f472c6237ff7ca1d2583269l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKz6Ep-dhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QCu6pzqAIjM/s1600-h/private_1_2f0e12dac8123fa7b4fb249590604d9cb77705185b1d5aa4d12ff9bb9a74dee5l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360044316787897874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKz6Ep-dhI/AAAAAAAAA7E/QCu6pzqAIjM/s400/private_1_2f0e12dac8123fa7b4fb249590604d9cb77705185b1d5aa4d12ff9bb9a74dee5l.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those summer when we GET TO KNOW EACH OTHER. Those maximum 8hours of chat daily days and the pud-pud daliri marathon. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I LOVE YOU CHOCHOLATE AND WILL NEVER GET TIRED OF YOU!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4077653107568720820?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4077653107568720820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4077653107568720820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4077653107568720820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4077653107568720820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/06/ummmm.html' title='two.one'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmKz5vTYVvI/AAAAAAAAA60/pfTILhDmIl8/s72-c/103_3862.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-803699739405198558</id><published>2009-06-12T10:49:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T11:08:12.119+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ria's Scandal.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1db100c7b99be40a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1db100c7b99be40a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331376975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7548561D8FB421C546095223067124757DDE9B3E.5D4840DA743607048353176AE75FFEF0EC4AF90%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1db100c7b99be40a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiJiLrjjchOh6Us6rrKA8Qvqi6bU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v15.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D1db100c7b99be40a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331376975%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7548561D8FB421C546095223067124757DDE9B3E.5D4840DA743607048353176AE75FFEF0EC4AF90%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D1db100c7b99be40a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DiJiLrjjchOh6Us6rrKA8Qvqi6bU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always afraid of needles. My mom insists that I should have that anti-flu vaccine. Injections are needles. So yea I screamed like hell. It took I think, half an hour for me to have anti-flu vaccine. Coz I ran barefooted, in that heavy rain outside the house. lol. Thanks cousin for capturing my worst nightmare on video. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-803699739405198558?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=1db100c7b99be40a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/803699739405198558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=803699739405198558&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/803699739405198558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/803699739405198558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/06/rias-scandal.html' title='Ria&apos;s Scandal.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7912429031012133486</id><published>2009-06-12T10:40:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T10:40:37.925+08:00</updated><title type='text'>FRUIT BASKET.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;"There's no way for a person who dislikes themselves to be liked by others, is there?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kyo- &lt;/span&gt;"What is this supposed to mean, COME TO LIKE YOURSELF? How do you look for those GOOD POINTS, I wonder...when you only know what points you don't like...and you dislike yourself because you don't know any others? That's not it...That's not it. That's not how it is. I think the way is to have someone tell you that they like you...so that you can first begin to like yourself, you know? When someone firsts accepts you...that's when you first begin to forgive yourself a little, and begin to think you like yourself, I believe."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tohru-&lt;/span&gt;"Might it be that she couldn't tell you? That maybe she thought, WHAT WOULD MOTHER THINK IF SHE KNEW? and she became nervous...and scared...so scared...and she didn't want anyone to know about her, so desperately, she put up a brave front, and tried to hide it...but then...then she became...more ashamed of herself...and embarrassed...and thought to herself for a long time that maybe she would be hated by her mother if you knew that she was being picked on....and thinking that...could it be that she wasn't able to tell you? Because what she was most afraid of...what was most painful...was that she would be hated...by someone she loved..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was cleaning up my dorm and I saw this paper. I was bored when I wrote this last 2 years ago. It was some conversation from an anime called Fruit Basket. I just like this conversation. I wished then, I was Tohru, she's just so optimistic and so kind. Someone I'll never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7912429031012133486?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7912429031012133486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7912429031012133486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7912429031012133486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7912429031012133486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/06/fruit-basket.html' title='FRUIT BASKET.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6036127605110899457</id><published>2009-06-08T14:21:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:24:34.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day with you.</title><content type='html'>It was another weekend. Weekend was supposed to be fun but since mom left and reunion was over long ago, I had no one to spend my weekend with. They are busy. It was the same old weekend by myself. Then came you on my mind. Maybe you're free, maybe you're busy....oh well there's no harm in asking you. Text messaged you, ok you're not busy. Lets hang out the next day then. But where?! ATC! yea, that's a nice place to chill. Ok then, tomorrow, ATC, 10am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next day came, stupid heavy rain. sorry, was late again. starbucks trip even when its raining. hahaha everything worked out well at the end of the day. Thanks for an awesome weekend with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmLIh3SX8QI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tvPg07zsDxE/s1600-h/IMG4019A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360066990626566402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmLIh3SX8QI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tvPg07zsDxE/s400/IMG4019A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmLIibovtyI/AAAAAAAAA70/yZ73MTle4YA/s1600-h/private_1_0c911ec7b81b46a9a70f30478d97d2b2b2f67930f3b6e21cedb4ad000f61e10el.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360067000384075554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmLIibovtyI/AAAAAAAAA70/yZ73MTle4YA/s400/private_1_0c911ec7b81b46a9a70f30478d97d2b2b2f67930f3b6e21cedb4ad000f61e10el.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmLIiP8yHLI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kTCAqhWKrkc/s1600-h/private_1_74f654c3b2faf240c1fe37c45d861e61567f7677678ada5f14a3606521de8610l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360066997246893234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmLIiP8yHLI/AAAAAAAAA7s/kTCAqhWKrkc/s400/private_1_74f654c3b2faf240c1fe37c45d861e61567f7677678ada5f14a3606521de8610l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6036127605110899457?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6036127605110899457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6036127605110899457&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6036127605110899457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6036127605110899457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/06/day-with-you.html' title='A day with you.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SmLIh3SX8QI/AAAAAAAAA7c/tvPg07zsDxE/s72-c/IMG4019A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7866292871429585585</id><published>2009-06-08T14:19:00.010+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:08:40.236+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A reunion to remember.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;It's been ages since the Dinglasa had reunion. We had small gatherings tho but this one's different. It was a week reunion. Dinglasa which is my mom's family, consists of 14 siblings so we're really one big big family. I miss those chirstmas reunion we had everytime we go to Phils when I was in Brunei. That was way way back then. This reunion is different. It's Antie Tata's 40th birthday and kind of a farewell party coz Antie Tata and her family will be migrating to NZ soon. Dinglasa shown their talents with some sing and dance performance. Coz we are so talented. hahaha I miss those. Although I got sick when we went to 8waves but I swam and got a little better in the end. It was a reunion to remember. Kuya Kurby and I finally met after many many years and it's nice to see my cousin and relatives coz I missed a lot of family reunions. Next year ulit kafamilia!!!! 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DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462780443427497106" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S8-x3shyZJI/AAAAAAAAA_s/ktU-UaQl7H0/s400/4289_1090030488200_1149601798_30236548_4400983_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S8-x3QV7qVI/AAAAAAAAA_k/Nqv_sOrnchw/s1600/1_198693240l.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/23497437-7866292871429585585?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7866292871429585585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7866292871429585585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7866292871429585585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7866292871429585585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/06/reunion-to-remember.html' title='A reunion to remember.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/S9A7XwITKDI/AAAAAAAABD0/a2-SSxSDlWE/s72-c/jos+134.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4886871161319980831</id><published>2009-06-08T14:18:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T23:17:07.615+08:00</updated><title type='text'>First and Last Summer.</title><content type='html'>Last day of school year ended 3 months ago. Great....am going to be in my 2nd year of college next year. So then here what we've been waiting for the whole year...SUMMER! Our first and Last summer. Coz next year we have summer classes so yea. I got used to these long holidays. Coz yea after high school, I rested for like I don't know, 5-6 months?! This will probably be the last long holidays I have in my life. I did lots of stuff but the one thing I wont forget is that, most of my money was spent on food. The result is, I became thinner. So that concludes, if you eat more...you'll get thin?! And I celebrated my 18th birthday with my churchmates.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4886871161319980831?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4886871161319980831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4886871161319980831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4886871161319980831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4886871161319980831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/06/first-and-last-summer.html' title='First and Last Summer.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3542668882934689362</id><published>2009-06-08T13:28:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T14:18:47.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Officially 18.</title><content type='html'>So yea, May 6 was when I turned 18. I celebrated it last May 8. Then to celebrate it, I invited friends from church and the tinkerbell learning school staff for my mini celebration. I was surprised by the number of guests. Thanks for celebrating it with me. I had fun, hope you guys had fun as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3542668882934689362?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3542668882934689362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3542668882934689362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3542668882934689362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3542668882934689362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/06/officially-18.html' title='Officially 18.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-9124326050033843680</id><published>2009-05-06T23:31:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T02:45:18.387+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Eight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"And now that it had hit, it was even worse than I'd feared it would be. I could feel it—I was older. Every day I got older, but this was different, worse, quantifiable. I was eighteen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;And Edward never would be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;When I went to brush my teeth, I was almost surprised that the face in the mirror hadn't changed. I stared at myself, looking for some sign of impending wrinkles in my ivory skin. The only creases were the ones on my forehead, though, and I knew that if I could manage to relax, they would disappear. I couldn't. My eyebrows stayed lodged in a worried line over my anxious brown eyes." &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-Bella Swan (from the novel NEW MOON by Stephanie Meyer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTN8jbKOI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PyogSvpc5k8/s1600-h/29042009%28029%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTN8jbKOI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PyogSvpc5k8/s400/29042009%28029%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332775670329845986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;When Ria was born a guy. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;when I first read that paragraph, I was like CRAP, I'M TURNING 18 THIS WEDNESDAY! Like Bella, nothing has changed, physically and emotionally. Physically, you know no wrinkles and all that. Emotionally, I'm still the same old EMO Ria who is a cry baby and loves chocolate. cadbury, snickers and so on. I still have to learn lots of things and stuff as I go on. I'm still this simple girl. I still live this chaotic life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I would like to thank those who greeted me. Thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Friendster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Genesis: Posted 04/24/2009 4:29 pm -Hapi betday kulet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tita Lorna: Posted 05/05/2009 9:23 am -hi...super kulit..wel nagpost na q nw kc bka savhin u 4get q bday u hahaha..hapi 18th bday kulit, cge ipagpatuloy u kakulitan u hehehe...sana ay malasing mo kami...enjoy ur bday..wag cmangot lagi pa2ngit ka niyan..i wish u all the best gudluck.:).. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Qidah:Hye hye arian,hpy bufday 2 u,may god bleS u n hop ur dreamz cme true,hav a nice day,HPY BUFDAY,tc..imy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Kchristian: 05/06/2009 8:52 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;     -hey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      HaPPy 18th Bday!XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      message for u???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      hmmmmmmmmmmm.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      well i wish dat you'll not be an "iyakin" anymore..hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      and uhm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      we're always here for you..(naks!..XD)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      ..h0pe you get everything you wish for on your birhtday..:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      til here n lng..la n q msabi e..XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;      geh..bye..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Paula Karla: 05/06/2009 12:08 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     -hi rhia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      happppyyyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      birthdayyyyy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      yehey!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      ingatz!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      godbless!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;This UNKNOWN guy: 05/06/2009 4:41 pm -Hppy bday ria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Luella: 05/06/2009 10:08 pm -Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Iby: 05/07/2009 1:27 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;     -HUBBY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      happy happy BERDAY !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      best wishes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;      iloveyou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;***Kuya Ojie and Chocholate send private messages...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Facebook:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Wan Sanchez:  Birthday Birthday Happy~~ Happy Advance Birthday~~ Advance Advance Birthday. Remix.!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Tue 4:31pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Cecilia Berador:  RIAAAA!!!!!!! HAPPY BDAY!!! Mish u!! Lav u!!! XP&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tue 11:16pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Neysa Azri:  Happy birthday! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;6:32am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;AjLeen Pereira:  Happy birthday darlin ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;6:37am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Tj De Vera:  HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHOCHOLATE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;8:47am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Lisa S. Bobiles:  Happy birthday! Have a great one! Take care &amp;amp; God bless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;8:58am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kara Mia Dexter Happy Birthday!!!! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;59 minutes ago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Renee Britania: Ria~ Happeeeeeeee Birthday chica! Have a blessed day :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;11:59pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Tyrone Neri: Happy b-day' god blEssEz.!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11:48pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Leiz Tan: Happy blessed birthday love :]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;9:28pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Kendrylle Sasutil happy birthday ria! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;7:23pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ivy Ang: Happy birthday giRl wish u'l hv a blast m older than u pala haha...kitakits na lang sa manila m cuming bck na 2 study dz mth haha kk tc xoxo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;3:13pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Ian Cabigan: HAPPY BIRTHDAY ATE! opps i mean RIA! ^^ haha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;1:51pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nick Ng: hey ria! happy birthday! have a great day yeah?! :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1:36pm &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Guddz Gonzales Ayun!! Happy Birthday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;11:08am &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chat:&lt;br /&gt;Some greeted me through chat in MSN, YM and Facebook. Though some are not saved but thank you guys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;YM: thanks Ate Nette, Keyse and Chocholate!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;saved conversation:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thuy_wang: good Morning CHOCHOLATE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thuy_wang: This is your very special Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thuy_wang: HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;thuy_wang: AND MORE BIRTHDAYS TO COME!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MSN: thanks  Manuel, Kuya J and Kuya Kit(iba ka ah, well you know what it is, some are not saved)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R7:. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hapy bday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R7:. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Hey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'xxRia'--&gt; SUMMER..... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;thank you kuya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R7:. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank u ka dyan.. Penge ak0ng cake.hahahaha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'xxRia'--&gt; SUMMER..... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;sa tindahan madami duh~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'xxRia'--&gt; SUMMER..... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;hindi mo nga ako binigyan ng cake nung bday mo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'xxRia'--&gt; SUMMER..... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;20 ka na nga eh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R7:. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Haha stil sarcastic as ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;'xxRia'--&gt; SUMMER..... says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;R7:. says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Sakalin kta dyan eh. Nsa brunei k p b?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Facebook: thanks ate Regina and Hubby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thanks Ate Jen, JM and Nick for the IMPROVISED BIRTHDAY CARD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If I forgot something sorry, full memory bah! I guess it's the signs of aging. LOL!  So today is the day I turned another year older. By numbers that is. Woke up, feeling weird coz of that weird dream. Went to the living room. Had Banana and Milo for breakfast. Surf the net. Voice Chat. Had Spaghetti and Coke(YEAH!!!) for lunch. Read the dictionary. WTH?! Things got crazy. Punched my wrist. And it's odd coz for the first time I can't feel the pain (I punched my wrist several times and it hurts so badly) but there's some red spots in it. Yes, you can't ask questions. People who live with me are those who know what had happened and why I did that. What happened inside the place I called HOME, stays in HOME. Went out. Had dinner at Jollibee. Bought dvd movie, I AM SAM. Watched it. Surf the net and there....it's a day to remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTt6Pj6SI/AAAAAAAAA6k/K_GPN_QYDWQ/s1600-h/JOLIBEE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTt6Pj6SI/AAAAAAAAA6k/K_GPN_QYDWQ/s400/JOLIBEE.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332776219465476386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Dinner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTN90ELPI/AAAAAAAAA6U/aWESpN0zM4g/s1600-h/wrist.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTN90ELPI/AAAAAAAAA6U/aWESpN0zM4g/s400/wrist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332775670668078322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;PUNCHED MY WRIST. NO PAIN FELT. RED SPOTS APPEARED.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTNn8Fw5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/0XJNaH8vFKo/s1600-h/i+am+sam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTNn8Fw5I/AAAAAAAAA6E/0XJNaH8vFKo/s400/i+am+sam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332775664796156818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I AM SAM. well he is coz my name's Ria. WTH?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTNoZ8SNI/AAAAAAAAA58/R8P7t-ejg5Q/s1600-h/changechannel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTNoZ8SNI/AAAAAAAAA58/R8P7t-ejg5Q/s400/changechannel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332775664921364690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;GOODBYE 17, HELLO 18. They said when you turn 18, you're entering WOMANHOOD?! nahhh....i'm still a kid at heart, the same indescribable teenager, the same EMO cry-baby, the same crazy insane Ria. WOMANHOOD can wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;18th birthday Mini Celebration will be on Friday. Coz its wednesday and yea got school and work. Afternoon. Cola Youths and Young Adults and Tinkerbell Learning School staff are invited. Hope to see you guys this friday! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/23497437-9124326050033843680?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/9124326050033843680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=9124326050033843680&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/9124326050033843680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/9124326050033843680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/05/one-eight.html' title='One Eight.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SgHTN8jbKOI/AAAAAAAAA6c/PyogSvpc5k8/s72-c/29042009%28029%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3579060221380551989</id><published>2009-05-02T22:30:00.011+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:26:57.655+08:00</updated><title type='text'>heartbreak.</title><content type='html'>Today is the day when GREAT-TURNS-TO-WHATEVER day. I start my day with HUGE SMILE on my face. Chat and voice chat with Chocholate, watched some videos, start reading this book by Stephanie Meyer which is  NEW MOON. But then I then remember that I will be another year older after 4 days. Seriously, why do we have to celebrate GETTING-OLD-DAY?! Oh and listened to this song called DON'T FORGET by DEMI LOVATO. Until I realized that I can count people I know who got heartbroken since the beginning of the year and those who fell in love. It's like 10% of them fell in love and 90% who got their heart broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the start of the year, some people I know are facing this so called HEARTBREAK. then heartbreak here and heartbreak there which is driving me CRAZY! I still remember when I got my heart broken for the first time. It's a long story that it can actually be a novel. It was hard to move on. I cried for days. Parents were wondering why I was crying, I never told them. I just told them my head hurts. I was still hoping he would love me back. I hurt myself physically. Pulled my hair, slapped my face, punched my wrist and hit my feet at the walls. I know,  EMO right?! But still, nothing happened. He will never love me the way I love him, he will never care if I'm still alive or not....NEVER! I have to wake my self up to reality and just tell my myself, how much time I wasted on being emo and remind myself I still have LIFE to live. But it was not easy letting him go, he's always there as the first guy whom I fell in love to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I'm just AFRAID to fall in love again. Coz if I did, I know that I will have to go through those heartbreaks again. I don't want to give it a chance and feel being in love again because I know it hurts twice as hard when that love is gone. So when I realized I am falling in love which was last March 14, 2009 (before finals begun), I really hate to admit it. I don't want to accept it. I want to stop it but I can't. There's no turning back! Many images was popping in my head. Like after he'll realized I'm not worth it and meet that girl who is really meant for him. Which sucks because these images in my head just appear out of nowhere and then someday I realize it is actually happening. But nothing pops in my head about what will happen to me. They're always wrong. hmph. Of course I don't tell others what those images that pops in my head. I just keep it to myself. I can also guess that fast. Though sometimes it's not correct but I always guess it right. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;That's why people thinks that I'm like hiding something coz i'm not that girl who talks a lot. There's times when I just sit there and have my own world. There's times when I'm too playful and too noisy to handle. And there's times when I just smile so that people around me won't worry or get curious. But when I get stressed and if some people like friends or whatever will like hurt me or tease, I really cry. But then I will keep it to myself now. Like I will cry when my friends are not around. I think it's best that way. Coz yea it'll be a disaster. And yes I hurt myself sometimes.&lt;/span&gt; Like when I realized I am falling in love again, I slapped my face, pinched my cheeks and punched my wrist. Coz I really can't accept it that I'm actually falling in love. I need another slap on my face!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Yea yea, I'm one weird chick.&lt;/span&gt; That's why i'm like YAY I'M INLOVE, OH CRAP IT'S A NIGHTMARE CAME TO LIFE....ARGH!  But if he like, found the girl who is really meant for him like those images...i'll be happy for him, for both of them. I can see this girl will be for him someday, not sure though but whoever it is, i'll be happy for them and i'll be thanking him for the memories we've shared. I'm one supportive friend. I promised my self that I will handle heartbreaks healthily. That is to continue to live life that I have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to clear this up...I NEVER STEAL SOMEONE ELSE'S BOYFRIEND! ok?! I'm just friendly with BOYS. Coz since I was born, my friends are mostly guys. Yea am not really sure if I'm really a girl or a guy?! But yea I NEVER steal someone else's boyfriend. I know how it hurts so please stop accusing me! You girls know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I was suppose to edit my friends blog but yea I got bored and its because of that song that made me blog about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who got their heart broken right now, I know how you guys feel but yeah you've got to cry out those pain and have a reality check that you still have a life to live. Go and live it well. Good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3579060221380551989?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3579060221380551989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3579060221380551989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3579060221380551989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3579060221380551989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/05/heartbreak.html' title='heartbreak.'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5136068365304482885</id><published>2009-04-28T04:14:00.009+08:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T01:23:46.939+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the early bird catches the worm~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Woke up early today around 4 in the morning. Got nothing to do coz if I practice  guitar, I might wake people up and they will  blame the noise on me. So I switched on my laptop and thank you brother, for not switching off the wireless. xD Anyway I really have no idea what to blog about. I haven't published my drafts yet. Coz I will post them all as a highlights to this stupeed holiday called SUMMER. Summer's been whatever. Anyway I'll just blog about WHAT I LOVE. from people to things to whatever that made me normal human being.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1). I LOVE GOD. Although sometimes I think I offend him or blame him for whatever happened to my life. I still thank him for the blessings I've received from him. Without him, I won't be where I am today(as someone says, I forgot who xD). He's the one I called on when I have problems. Though, He don't answer back, I can feel his presence. I was once an atheist and I hope that I won't be lost again. If you know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Find rest my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; In Christ alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; Know his power&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt; In quietness and trust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-Still by Hillsong United&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;2). I LOVE photography. Photography don't just capture moments but it inspired me. Like one morning I woke up (honestly, I'm always lazy to get my butt up every morning especially when I know I have to go to school and go through that boring routine again,UNTIL NOW), I never forget this day and the pic coz it's the only day I got excited of going to school. It's this pic from this article that made me realize that education is a key to a better future. This was (I THINK?!) two years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;3). I LOVE music. Music makes me calm. Any type of music as long as it suits my mood. Rnb, Rock, Pop?!  But I don't know, I always find myself listening to heartbreak songs. And I get LSS sometimes with those songs. Hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;4). I LOVE watching tv shows like HEROES, One Tree Hill, Grey's Anatomy, The Simpsons, Gossip Girl and the list goes on. Also reality tv. shows like American Idol, America's Next Top Model, Amazing Race, Amazing Race Asia, Fear Factor and the lost goes on.  It releases boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;THE FUTURE IS NOT WRITTEN IN STONE -Claire Bennet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;5). I LOVE my family. Though sometimes there's ups and downs and misunderstandings and all that but I love them. Though my little brother's can be soooo annoying that they get on my nerves, but yea I love them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;6). I LOVE my friends. Not talking bout the teddy bear collection I have in my original room but FRIENDS. If you don't have friends, I'm sure you'll be living in a sad lonely world. Since we were child we have friends. Friends who played hide and seek with us and whatever childish games that made our childhood memorable and not easy to let go. High School, we have friends who made our high school life memorable. Sadly, high school life is gone...FOREVER!!! For me that is. Anyway, in college, we also have friends. In my case, friends who made my freshman days memorable. Friends makes you feel happy whenever you're with them. Friends are there as a shoulder to cry on when you're world is turning upside down. Friends are there to make the circle of your 180 degrees world complete. So if you don't have friends, you're living a sad lonely world. EMO~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;7). I LOVE the skies, stars and water. Skies are not aligned. They are not perfectly shaped at the same time. I remember when I was 6, every time I'm in a flight, I get excited because I will see clouds again up in the sky. They are just so white and how they move along to each other was I think wonderful. Stars shines at night. I'm not that academically good with astrological stuff. So when my friend Paula, told me about this twin spice that shines blue and red, I thought she's dreaming and probably she just saw an airplane passing by. Water. I'm talking about the ocean and the rivers. Every time I go to the beach or rivers or ocean, I just get amazed by them. How they flow and I found myself staring at the water. When Sir Jenner showed us this slide show called LETTER IN 2070, I was sad coz someday water might be insufficient for us. Of course I want the future leaders of the nation enjoy the beauty of oceans, rivers and beaches. SAVE WATER. please! God's creation are truly remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Genesis 2:1-3 " Thus the heavens and the earth and all their array were completed. Since on the seventh day God was finished with the work he had been doing, he rested on the seventh day from the work he had undertaken. So God blessed the seventh day and made it holy, because on it he rested from the work he had done at their creation."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;8). I LOVE fireworks. It started when I was young, it was New Year at the Philippines and then there were firworks, I just got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sakai &lt;/span&gt;with it and then fell in love with fireworks. Maybe that's the reason why I always dream of fireworks-related when I sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9). I LOVE BRUNEI AND PHILIPPINES. I spent half of my childhood in Philippines then my parents decide that they want me with them in Brunei. So they shipped me off to Brunei. So I spend most of my primary/elementary days and  secondary/high school days. Then I have to go back to Philippines for college. hmph. Although I would want to grow up in the same country before I finish school, I find it as a blessing being in two countries. I learn something about the culture and all that while living in both countries. In the future, I would want to go and explore and maybe live in other countries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10). I really hate to admit that weirdly, my stupid heart fell in love with this guy whom I really hate before. OH, I STILL HATE YOU! you know who you are. I slapped my face, pinched my cheeks and hurt my wrist(not with blades) when I realized that. hmph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt; I LOVE what I have. From my body and every thing that I have. I am content with what God given me. I don't dream of being rich someday. All I want is this simple life. Too early to talk about get married someday or be whatever. But yea I am content of what I have. I don't love myself coz yea that will be selfish of me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I actually post something. GOOD MORNING everyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;God love your soul and your aching bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Take a breath, take a step, meet me down below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Everyone's the same, our fingers to our toes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We just can't get a right, but we're on the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;If ever your world starts crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Whenever your world starts crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Whenever your world starts crashing down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Lost 'til you're found&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Swim 'til you drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Know that we all fall down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Love 'til you hate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Strong 'til you break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Know that we all fall down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;-All Fall Down by One Republic&lt;/span&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/23497437-5136068365304482885?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5136068365304482885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5136068365304482885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5136068365304482885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5136068365304482885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/04/early-bird-catches-worm.html' title='the early bird catches the worm~'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2773062285100478655</id><published>2009-04-16T02:04:00.007+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T02:29:07.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years in blogger?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I made my first ever post in blogger in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;March 6, 2006&lt;/span&gt;. I just realized that I've been blogging here in blogger for 4 years+ already! YAY, I managed to keep a blog that long!!!! I still remember that day when blogger and I met. I was tired from a Badminton competition. I went straight to this internet shop called HERITAGE, and there...I register to blogger. I actually forgot that I still have a blog here. Until came term holidays/sembreak when I ain't got nothing to do, was bored and so the 2nd post was made in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;March 20, 2006&lt;/span&gt;. Since then, Blogger and Ria were inseparable. WTH?! I was the only one from school that owns a blog in blogger during those days. Until one day, people starts to blog here. And so the population of blogger grew! YAY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's now 2:14AM and I'm still awake. Stupid flu! Suppose to blog about something but got lazy....again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SeYjO3xSe7I/AAAAAAAAA5k/9UY1ymN47uI/s1600-h/DSC07539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SeYjO3xSe7I/AAAAAAAAA5k/9UY1ymN47uI/s400/DSC07539.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324982347808013234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2773062285100478655?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2773062285100478655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2773062285100478655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2773062285100478655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2773062285100478655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/04/4-years-in-blogger.html' title='4 years in blogger?!'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SeYjO3xSe7I/AAAAAAAAA5k/9UY1ymN47uI/s72-c/DSC07539.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2852517450836583119</id><published>2009-04-10T23:04:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T23:37:24.419+08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMMER~</title><content type='html'>My first ever summer vacation so far has been both great and not great. It was great because I've learnt a lot in the first week of it. That you can't let go of your past just like that. Coz it shapes to the present and future you. The second week of it, I've learnt that Love is so unpredictable. I don't care about that word coz I might just go crazy since many are going crazy with that word. I think all those stuff related to that word is so cheesy, unreal, blah...All I know is that LOVE is a word I give to my family and friends. And this week, I've learnt that being punctual do pays. But I know i'll always be fashionably late. hehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, till there first. kinda lazy to blog these days.&lt;br /&gt;I have to also edit some pictures...&lt;br /&gt;I have to also finish reading Stephenie Meyer's book....(yeah twilight, new moon...blah blah blah),&lt;br /&gt;I have to also learn to play guitar and keyboard....&lt;br /&gt;I have to also learn how to swim....&lt;br /&gt;I have to also meet up with high school friends and church friends...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-My to do list this summer so far....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really hope that I won't be late for enrollment for the next school year...I will seriously transfer to another school if that happens. So to my the friends I made, thanks for being a good friend....I'll miss you guys! ARGH!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me want to text message Chocholate right now, my fingers miss text-ing that person.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if that person's finger wants to also text message me?! hahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently addicted to 1,2,3,4 by Plain White T's&lt;br /&gt;....there's only one thing two do three words four you...&lt;br /&gt;...I LOVE YOU...&lt;br /&gt;...there's only one way two say those three words, and that's what i'll do...&lt;br /&gt;...I LOVE YOU...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-2852517450836583119?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/2852517450836583119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=2852517450836583119&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2852517450836583119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/2852517450836583119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/04/summer.html' title='SUMMER~'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-3418499257270599609</id><published>2009-03-25T13:55:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:59:27.059+08:00</updated><title type='text'>24 March 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;My gadd!!! For the 17 years of my life here in planet earth, I have never met a guy who told me HE LIKE ME and made me wait for an hour. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE! It started with one of my freakin dreams at night. When I was asking who his crush is then he’s like making me guess who it is until he answer it in a weird, freaky, un-him way! So I then forget all about it. Coz he’s my friend, why is he going to like me?! But it was kinda obvious. So then came last night. We were text messaging then I told him my emo story and he was like DON’T BE EMO AGAIN, COZ I’M AFRAID OF LOSING SOMEONE SPECIAL....so I then remember the dream. Then I ask him who his crush is and it took him one whole hour to answer it. How long have we been text messaging?! 8:13PM till 12:01AM. He even called me MANHID which according to him, in English it means NUMB?!&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My feelings for this guy?! Ummm ummmm ummm, well it kinda got developed in weird ways but I was not planning to expand it further coz he’s a friend and I have this ummm inspiration that time?! A guy who inspired me?! Well that was before. Remember I also blog about me feelings are OVER with that guy. And yea, he was making awai-awai me that time. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He was kind of obvious. Coz I already can see that. I have this thing that I know when guys have feelings for girls. But when I see that girl doesn’t have feelings for him, that’s when I come in. But then I don’t want to confront him coz yea...AWKWARD!!! I was waiting for him to tell me but then he was shy but because of that dream, I asked him and confirmed it. Coz when I dream at night, it relates to what I’m going through in reality. Coz according to Reader’s Digest....ummm finals done so I won’t be torturing people with facts. I just hope things won’t get awkward. Coz if he will, I’ll kill him like what Jason did to Freddie or was that Freddie to Jason?! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To Sponsors: I wanna thank Dream.Inc(LOL) for giving me that odd dream. It was creepy to see him like that. Also GLOBE for those UNLIMITED TEXT MESSAGING service. Oh and sorry Ate Jo for disturbing you just to ask what MANHID means....&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE: GOTCHA!!! If you make iwas-iwas me....don’t expect another day to live in this planet called earth! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To JAMES of TWILIGHT: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.......&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This post is getting Random. hahaha&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-3418499257270599609?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/3418499257270599609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=3418499257270599609&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3418499257270599609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/3418499257270599609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/03/24-march-2009.html' title='24 March 2009'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-1480803040266478656</id><published>2009-03-25T13:41:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T13:55:26.174+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the past...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There are some things people don’t know about me. Actually, I moved on and let go of this past. Until I slept over at Iby’s house. I'm embarrassed about it because people might think I'm a freak or something. But then when I think about it, why should I let go of this past that changed my personality for the better. We watched this movie called THIRTEEN, the movie where teens are going through puberty and did crazy stuff to get popular in a wrong way. So I then remembered the high school days which I don’t want to remember.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;like ever. It was way back in Form 2/2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; year high(way back in 2004), when I was in this huge fight with some friends, I found out my dad’s past was like that and don’t know how to accept it, my grades are going down, I found out that my mom was planning to transfer me to another school, things went wrong in the family...all that made me crazy. That I don’t know what to do, I don’t know which one to start first, I don’t know how am I going to live without my friends(it was my fault anyway), I don’t know how am I going to blend well in new school, I felt like that the whole world was going down on me. I was an atheist before. So yea praying was not a solution for me that time. So then I saw these metal wires around my room, and hang myself. Like committing suicide. My neck hurts as I say goodbye but I guess it can’t support my weight so it broke and I fell. My butt hurts too when I fall down. It leave a mark on my neck. I think the maid saw what I’m doing to she took the metal wires away from me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People thought my life was perfect, but it was not. From that experience, I’m proud that after that I stood still and fix my life. I’m also proud to say that I AM NOT PERFECT, I have been this crazy before and if teenagers who’s going through puberty I gotta say, BEEN THERE, DONE THAT...DON’T WANNA GO BACK. I also realize that every problem has a solution. I just hope this will be a part of my past and that I won’t be doing that again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;--I am crying while I blog about this. I remember that pain from those metal wires. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s how Ria became Emo.&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/owner/Pictures/New%20Folder%20%287%29/IMGA0280.JPG" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-1480803040266478656?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/1480803040266478656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=1480803040266478656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1480803040266478656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1480803040266478656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/03/past.html' title='the past...'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6903440775737681154</id><published>2009-03-15T22:19:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:42:06.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>9 March-Once upon a time at Dormbuilt...</title><content type='html'>Once upon a time at Dormbuilt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 friends(Keyse, Ria and Tj) just finished with Radiologic Physics, Equipment and Maintenance I class and Ria told her two other friends to accompany her at her dormitory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly smoke came from a window,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ria: Nakita mo ba yun?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tj: O nga noh, may usok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ria: May sunog ba?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;English version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ria: Can you see that?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Tj: Oh yeah, smoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ria: Is there fire?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they look at each other and it took 2 minutes for them to inform someone else...Ria and Kuya Manong Guard talking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ria:Kuya lagay ko lang to...O nga po pala parang may usok sa bintana sa 2nd Flr, sa mga boys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kuya Manong Guard: Usok?! Anong usok?! Walang usok dito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gardener: May usok na lumalabas dun sa kwarto....dali!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;English version:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Ria: Kuya I'll just put this in my room, oh yea I think there's like smoke coming out of 2nd Flr at the gent's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Kuya Maning Guard: Smoke?! What Smoke?! There's no Smoke here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Gardener: There's smoke coming out of that room....faster!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaha I can't forger this day. We were just standing there when the dormitory is in danger. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Patanga-tanga lang eh noh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there's smoke?! - Coz the guy forgot to switch off his heater. So people SWITCH OFF EVERYTHING before you go out of your dormitory or your house. Even if you'll be late for class. You'll just spend a minute switching off all those electrical appliances. You might lose your job or get dropped or kicked out of school, but at least you still have a home to go home to. A fire can destroy things in a snap and turn it into ashes. That one minute will lead to safety!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6903440775737681154?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6903440775737681154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6903440775737681154&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6903440775737681154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6903440775737681154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/03/9-march-once-upon-time-at-dormbuilt.html' title='9 March-Once upon a time at Dormbuilt...'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7076851594819361337</id><published>2009-03-13T21:39:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T22:18:59.782+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday the 13th?!</title><content type='html'>This semester is probably the semester I don't want to remember in my college years of my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might re-shuffle which means new classmates and new sets of cliques....which will be sad if it will happen. I'll become this emo kid again when I already got along with people. So if they re-shuffle us, I'll switch school or I'll rally outside the Dean's office. Don't they realize that if this happens to them, they too, will have a hard time socializing?! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today was hell. I woke up at around 7am and quickly bathed only to realize that many from other sections are reporting to our turn will be tomorrow. It was useless for me to get up when I still feel like resting my butt. What I just did today?! Disturbing the peacefulness in the library and yeah I'm so happy that now I finally hate him and OVER him....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How's 2nd Semester of Freshman Year?! WE WRAPPED UP A ONE HELL OF 2nd SEMESTER WITH HEAT RISING TO SUMMER!!! YEAH!!!  Please don't ask me what the hell that means. RAD11 get what I actually meant by that...what happen in class stays in class.....YEAH! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored again so yea as Kchristian said....I'm OA....I can't help it but express what's inside me that is messing my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-7076851594819361337?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7076851594819361337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7076851594819361337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7076851594819361337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7076851594819361337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/03/friday-13th.html' title='Friday the 13th?!'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5327764425507118874</id><published>2009-03-08T11:55:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:00:11.280+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="350" height="449"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=105896310&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="id=105896310&amp;amp;width=1337" allowscriptaccess="always" width="350" height="449"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/105896310/"&gt;Flowers&lt;/a&gt; by =&lt;a class="u" href="http://nachan.deviantart.com/"&gt;Nachan&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;This is my favourite sad story,&lt;br /&gt;Forget me not or I'll forget myself&lt;br /&gt;I've got quite a few things that I'm afraid of&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I just can't face myself&lt;br /&gt;This is my favorite sad story,&lt;br /&gt;Forget me not or I'll forget myself.&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'll tuck myself away tonight,&lt;br /&gt;you know it's been one of those days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every pretty flower,&lt;br /&gt;every lovely flower,&lt;br /&gt;every deadly flower&lt;br /&gt;hides its light inside of shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why you don't know,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot reap what you have sown&lt;br /&gt;Beneath this blanket of loose soil,&lt;br /&gt;wrapped around my mortal coil.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Rozz Williams]&lt;img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/h/heart.gif" alt=":heart:" title="Heart" width="15" height="13" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5327764425507118874?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5327764425507118874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5327764425507118874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5327764425507118874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5327764425507118874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/03/flowers-by-nachan-on-deviant-art-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-7312045582368879556</id><published>2009-03-03T21:14:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T12:02:22.599+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I gotta say, today was productive. From Sir Jenner's class until the end of the day. In Sir Jenner's class, I've learnt something fruitful not just academically but also in reality. Academically is that the dark colour in x-rays are because of the high atomic number. Reality is NO-NO TO ABORTION COZ HAVING A BABY IS A MIRACLE AND THE NEST GIFT YOU'LL RECEIVE AND BLA..BLA..BLA... and YOU SHOULD APPRECIATE WHAT YOU RECEIVED. You should spend your money wisely and base on Mel's experience today,YOU SHOULD WITHDRAW CASH IN YOUR BANK'S ATM COZ THEY WILL CHARGE YOU THAT HIGH AMOUNT. I've learnt that to translate words from tagalog to english, you have to understand it first. Through reading the new issue of Candy Magazine, I learnt that it's ok if you're a cup A coz it doesn't mean that you're abnormal. LOL! And I've discover how the fashion trends change through the years through Candy Magazine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures that will show some of what I miss doing before that I rarely do these days or not allowed to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa03-Q7OM5I/AAAAAAAAA0c/XHxiAPq6aSE/s1600-h/DSC09769.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa03-Q7OM5I/AAAAAAAAA0c/XHxiAPq6aSE/s400/DSC09769.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308961078574461842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss those days when coke made my life sweeter. I'm not allowed to drink coke now because of health problems. Screw those health problems!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa03-eP5myI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jGHQ2T8j4SE/s1600-h/DSC00296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa03-eP5myI/AAAAAAAAA0U/jGHQ2T8j4SE/s400/DSC00296.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308961082150853410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss Cam-Whoring everyday to get out of boredom-ville. I'm lazy to cam-whoring and capturing moments these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa03-AmCPEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/BOTRqIR3Hzw/s1600-h/DSC00186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa03-AmCPEI/AAAAAAAAA0M/BOTRqIR3Hzw/s400/DSC00186.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308961074190629954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss my long long hair. I always cut my hair now due to some valid reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa039yfuxBI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qbZAxsv0SfE/s1600-h/DSC00159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa039yfuxBI/AAAAAAAAA0E/qbZAxsv0SfE/s400/DSC00159.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308961070406091794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miss being a little girly. I miss accessorizing with necklace and stuff and fix my hair. Before the alloted time for me to get ready was 30minutes-1hour. Now only for 15-20minutes. I always want to sleep these days.&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/23497437-7312045582368879556?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/7312045582368879556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=7312045582368879556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7312045582368879556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/7312045582368879556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-gotta-say-today-was-productive.html' title=''/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/Sa03-Q7OM5I/AAAAAAAAA0c/XHxiAPq6aSE/s72-c/DSC09769.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-6504882597948431165</id><published>2009-02-28T20:21:00.006+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:24:47.498+08:00</updated><title type='text'>February 2009</title><content type='html'>February is the month when I became a girl, TWICE. RT Expose and Ballroom Gala '09. The second week was when I break down and I cried twice that week. Due to lack of sleep, I became so sensitive that the tiny little bad stuff that people said about me I took it so seriously that I nearly lost a friend. February is the month when I reflect on the past Ria and the new version of Ria in terms of religious. I confessed, I was an atheist when I enter high school up to Form 2/2nd year of high school. I hate going to church with my family every sunday, I have a lot of questions about the existence of God and Jesus, I didn't want to attend church youth activities, I don't want to go to sunday school, I even want to convert to Islam. I started going to those activities and sunday school last 2006. I became religious when I was in a fight with my bestfriend and when I have  problems with my family. I didn't know where to go, I didn't know who I can I turn to. I felt alone that time and I felt like the whole world is mad at me until I looked at the bible or was that a rosary, I found myself communicating with God by praying. I was calmed then and little by little I stand up and tried to fix those problems before it's too late. But I didn't manage to put back all the pieces and turn it back to normal, just half of those pieces. In the end I lost my best friend but I built a relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm bored ok! And did I mention I'm sick and my tonsils hurt really bad right now?! If I haven't then...there! I'm sick and bored that's why I blog some random stuff and share some stuff about me which I think many people don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-6504882597948431165?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/6504882597948431165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=6504882597948431165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6504882597948431165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/6504882597948431165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/02/february-2009.html' title='February 2009'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-1522199865551431305</id><published>2009-02-28T15:51:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T17:03:17.152+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ballrooom Gala '09</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Our PE performance for our finals ended a day ago. Thank god it did! What do we get?! A certificate for active participation. Oh and a pink balloon that I just get from the decoration. YAY! The BSN's bagged the awards...mostly. Congratulations! It was kinda fun to watch a Ballroom Gala...surprisingly huh Mel?! I think what we did was really different from others like Ma'am Liao said. Mostly are like pairs doing tango, swing and those common social dances. Our dance is called &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;"La Cumbia"&lt;/span&gt;. The one with the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1, 2, 3...CARAMBA&lt;/span&gt;!!! Josel invented some words to remember the steps. &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;“Kabayo, kabayong may ikot, nevermore, ikot, chicken dance, pump, sexbomb then 1, 2, 3...CARAMBA!”&lt;/span&gt; .&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My left foot hurts so badly after that. You remember that feet that got casted last year coz of those stupid shoes with the heels?! Ya, that's the feet that hurts friggin badly right now coz yea, I was wearing heels. I think I mess up a little during the performance. And I was still wearing my stupid bracelets. Damn, my stupidity just gets in sometimes. I'm also not sure with my position. Coz this guy on my left suppose to be next to me or I think in front of me so he should have been 3 cm away from me but he was so close like he don't want to be in front or soemthing so I was then afraid I might bumped into anybody.  Oh well, past is past. But I can't get over the fact that I lost my favourite shirt with "Philippines" printed in it. I had a lot of memories with that shirt. One was, I enjoyed the class picnic at the Berakas Beach while wearing that shirt. Whoever got that shirt or if it's in the trash....I just wanna say sorry for losing you and thanks for the memories we both shared. ^_^ Oh and if someone out there video us while dancing, can I have a copy pretty please?!?! Yea no one video us, why can't I just accept that fact. Well if someone have a copy that is. Pictures below.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-1522199865551431305?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/1522199865551431305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=1522199865551431305&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1522199865551431305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/1522199865551431305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/02/ballrooom-gala-09.html' title='Ballrooom Gala &apos;09'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4888632312808825995</id><published>2009-02-27T22:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T13:21:05.351+08:00</updated><title type='text'>RT Days</title><content type='html'>RT Days was supposed to be fun but I didn't have fun at all. Because we have to finish our English Homework coz it's due the next day, I have to finish the class mini photo slides coz Iby is tired from The Amazing Race and we only got 4-5 hours of sleep coz the last day of RT Days started late and so it ended late. The activities are Opening Mass, Bingo, RT Idol,  RT Singing Bee, Ultrasound Band Fest, The Amazing Race, RT Expose and Gawad Kalinga at Alapan, Imus. Despite the disappointment  of the promised fun,  it was a 3 days to remember. Because it's not everyday you mingle with your co-RT's (even though I didn't made any new friends just new faces), it's not everyday you hear the Dean sing, it's not everyday all classes got canceled with no questions asked, it's not everyday you discover your co-RT's talents and it's not everyday you see your classmates and co-RT's dressed semi-formally with make-ups and all that. Come on WITH EVERY BAD SIDE THERE IS A GOOD SIDE and WITH EVERY BAD SIDE THERE IS A BAD SIDE. Pictures below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4888632312808825995?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4888632312808825995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4888632312808825995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4888632312808825995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4888632312808825995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/02/rt-days.html' title='RT Days'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-4500762238309940914</id><published>2009-01-30T21:08:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T21:08:45.214+08:00</updated><title type='text'>part2</title><content type='html'>underconstruction&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-4500762238309940914?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/4500762238309940914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=4500762238309940914&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4500762238309940914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/4500762238309940914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/01/part2.html' title='part2'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-5474949329674083415</id><published>2009-01-22T20:20:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T20:55:18.947+08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 2009 Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was suppose to blog during the New Year but then I was too busy enjoying myself back in Brunei since I only got 3 days left then I'm back with my lonely, boring, busy, poor, normal life in the country called the Philippines. I was happy that even though some are busy, I still got the chance to meet with some people and yes, REST for the whole Christmas Break. I did have fun during that break, unsurprisingly. But so far, last years Christmas was the best Christmas. I spent it with more my family and friends oh and we fit inside a charade. There was 5 of us at the back and we were on our way to the Labitigan's place. Ok, enough reminiscence. I don't have New Year Resoultions this year. ACTIONS SPEAK BETTER THAN WORDS so yea. Whatever happen, Happens and I'll just let my life flow wherever it will flow. Whether it's good or bad, I'm sure there's a line of lessons to learn in life and decions to make this year. Anyway, too lazy to put in here about what happenned during my Christmas break in Brunei. And yea I'm sure you readers will just get bored to read the whole story. What happenned there, stays in there. Too bad that some are not captured in pictures but yes PICTURES MAY FADE BUT MEMORIES STAYS FOREVER, so yea here are some pictures that happenned in the month of January...part1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-5474949329674083415?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/5474949329674083415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=5474949329674083415&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5474949329674083415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/5474949329674083415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2009/01/january-2009-pictures.html' title='January 2009 Pictures'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-170772827098112292</id><published>2008-12-31T23:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T21:08:41.245+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye 2008~</title><content type='html'>It's BYE BYE to 2008 and HELLO to another year. Here's the Top 10 happenings in 2008 that made it a year to remember for me. From History to Celebrities and me self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Like other newly graduates of high school, I go and take entrance exams, choose the right course for me and my future, choose the right University for me and have to say Bye to the place where I spent the most of life. I was content with the fact that I have chosen the right course because I ended up liking it and I have chosen the right University.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Living alone was not as easy as I thought it would be. You have to worry about the bills, what you're going to eat, groceries, budget-ing and all that. Starting over and adapting yourself in a new country is not easy either. But I found myself learning something new everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. After my wallet got stolen with some valuable stuff on it and some stupidityness happened in my life, I learned to take good care of my things. But sometimes I get to worried so yea I tend to forget or lose stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. After that wheelchair incident, I then am careful of what I wish for because if I wish something bad, there might be a possibility that it might happen. Like that wheelchair incident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was dissapointed of how High School Musical 3 and Twilight turned out on big screens. Because I don't know, I guess I was expecting that it will be great but then I wasn't amazed that much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Heath Ledger, one of my favourite actors was found dead last Jan 22 at the age of 28(1979-2008). Because of some drugs...it provens that Drugs Can Destroy Life, So Stay Away From Drugs Everyone! On December 7, Manny "Pacman" Paquiao won his fight against Oscar De La Hoya and at that same date a Filipino actor named Marky Lopez died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Barack Obama became the first African-American who was elected as The President of The USA. He's the 44th Pres. of the USA. Good Luck America with your new President and Good Luck with the new President as well. Hope the votes for the new President of the Republic of the Philippines this 2010 will turn out well. But I doubt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Totally Request Live or TRL was shut down last November 16, 2008. I love watching that show. It's where I check out the latest music videos and latest shows of MTV. I barely watch television nowaday anyways coz busy with school stuff so I guess it's fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I got interested with Pinoy teleserye's and Pinoy movies. Because before after I start 3-8 episodes I end up losing interest with it. But now if I have the time to, I watch some teleseryes like I love Betty La Fea. It's nice to indulge with Tagalog films sometimes as Sir Gocuico said. It improves my Tagalog. But still I prefer Hollywood tv.series and movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. The things I learned in life. This year I learned that you could sometimes trust others but you also have to be careful with who you trust. When I started out college, I was making new friends but I didn't earned their trust that fast. I don't like to bother people to do stuff for me so if I can do it alone, I will do it alone. I guess that was also the reason why I got handicapped. Because that was the time when I learned that. I also learned when making friends is that FIRST IMPRESSIONS ARE ALWAYS WRONG. Those you think are nice, are those who are bad. Those you think are bad, are those who are actually nice. But we still have 3 years to be together so people can change for either the better or worse. I also learnt this year that you have to really think before you act and to take a deep breath on long conversations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#00cccc;"&gt;Few minutes left and it's year &lt;strong&gt;TWO THOUSAND AND NINE&lt;/strong&gt;. Happy New Year everybody!!! Good Luck and God Bless in 2009! =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-170772827098112292?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/170772827098112292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=170772827098112292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/170772827098112292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/170772827098112292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008_31.html' title='Goodbye 2008~'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-8962039992518773354</id><published>2008-12-31T23:23:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T03:24:44.942+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Belated Merry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;Christmas!!! ^_^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVu-lIe2w3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/clTqm82isCo/s1600-h/Merry+Christmas!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286028132790748018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVu-lIe2w3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/clTqm82isCo/s320/Merry+Christmas!.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; After Pre-lim Exam it's CHRISTMAS BREAK!!! Thank you my dear parents, for sponsoring me a ticket back to the place I call home...BRUNEI! It's my first time to travel alone. Without parents to tell me to NOT forget my passport and those important stuff and organize my things. For the first time I was organize with my things. I put my papers inside the envelope safely, I checked my bags twice(in case I forget anything) but still I pack up on the last minute. Also the guy went mad at me when I paid the terminal fee coz I didn't ready P750 instead I took off all my things and seacrh for that damn wallet. So he went mad...sorry sir, am just a human who make mistakes and besides I thought it would only cost me P700. Oh and I nearly lost my ticket coz I left it at the table when I pay my travel tax....tsk tsk tsk Classic Ria. Then inside the boarding area, I saw Danver and KC who happens to go to Brunei for Christmas break too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286033493272877426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVvDdJ1Y2XI/AAAAAAAAAx0/V9N3tPBItEU/s320/IMG2689A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;The last subject, Chemistry, then....CHRISTMAS BREAK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286033284636528658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVvDRAmm0BI/AAAAAAAAAxk/GHMQDMfZ-uw/s320/IMG2716A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;NAIA &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286033290544484850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVvDRWnLEfI/AAAAAAAAAxs/fDDRPsxEuAU/s320/IMG2723A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;It was freezing cold inside the airport!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas has been the same, noche buena, parents give their presents to us, parents invite their co-workers, introduce me to them then my brother and I go to my room and we just spend the day there. The only thing that differs from other Christmas and this years Christmas is my stomach aches, because I ate a lot this year than those other year before. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286028136581588482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVu-lWmqZgI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tRftY7beGnw/s320/parents.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Parents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286028140686767442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVu-ll5adVI/AAAAAAAAAxM/WKiUMuPiogA/s320/Ria+and+Enjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; With Little Brother Number 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286035496560812562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVvFRwqc4hI/AAAAAAAAAx8/FEUN5jezEtA/s320/alester.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little Brother Number 1 picking up his nose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sad because I didn't complete the Novena Mass. So yea I'm sorry Jesus but I've tried to at least go to mass for you. Anyway, there's always a next year. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286028130136708242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVu-k-mFVJI/AAAAAAAAAws/OF_EiCv-Vyg/s320/DSC00810.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Other's&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;While I was cleaning the refrigerator, I found the last apple inside, I then remembered TWILIGHT and this picture I saw somewhere in Yahoo Images when I was searching for pictures of TWILIGHT. Here's the picture I took, TWILIGHT inspired:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286033284288985282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVvDQ_TvuMI/AAAAAAAAAxU/irDlroP6TWo/s320/IMG2703A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;That picture down there is the De La Salle Health Sciences Institute Undergraduate's Builiding, Wang Building. At the back is the Ladies and Gents Dormitory, then there's the Chapel. At the back of it is the Underconstruction Gym then there's the bus. Yea that's the place where I gain knowledge, make new friends and where I have my freedom from family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286033283255444850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVvDQ7dVJXI/AAAAAAAAAxc/Pq5OjiaiiBQ/s320/IMG2675A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23497437-8962039992518773354?l=ria56.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/feeds/8962039992518773354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23497437&amp;postID=8962039992518773354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8962039992518773354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23497437/posts/default/8962039992518773354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ria56.blogspot.com/2008/12/2008.html' title='Christmas Break!'/><author><name>Rialicious</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14096116510437172179</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/R5x7RtT-d6I/AAAAAAAAAN4/4drdGQWf754/S220/1_982404112l.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_92b_l8iNRtc/SVu-lIe2w3I/AAAAAAAAAw0/clTqm82isCo/s72-c/Merry+Christmas!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23497437.post-2923418265524253462</id><published>2008-12-14T20:48:00.005+08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T23:15:15.998+08:00</updated><title type='text'>simbang gabi.</title><content type='html'>Simbang gabi is this Novena Mass. I think?! Anyway, I'm hoping to complete the mass before Christmas for the first time. Went to mass at DLS-HSI chapel for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what I learned during the gospel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"we can accept our HISTORY because they're all good things happened in our life BUT we cannot accept our SHADOWS because it's haunting us." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;"In Christianity we don't wait for GOD, GOD is waiting for us."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yes, I listened attentively to the gospel for the first time. Coz I always day dream during first reading, second reading and the Gospel. 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