<?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-7974899839505799959</id><updated>2012-02-17T03:51:59.120+08:00</updated><title type='text'>hands down. hats off. she's riz. :)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-12058155598224028</id><published>2009-02-17T17:29:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T17:40:51.007+08:00</updated><title type='text'>five weeks</title><content type='html'>i got two teacher evaluations today. which only means one thing: CLASSES ARE SOOOONNNN TO END. :] i can't wait. i wanna end this sem. as in now. hahaha! but that 5 weeks will gonna be fiveee looaadddeedd weeekkksss. and i'll try not to cram. yeah right. haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;summer's coming. woohoo. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974899839505799959-12058155598224028?l=riz-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/12058155598224028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-weeks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/12058155598224028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/12058155598224028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/five-weeks.html' title='five weeks'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-1620836550943018576</id><published>2009-02-14T17:47:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T18:05:45.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>and so today is valentine's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;day 14 of february. rar. today is THEIR day. hahaha. bitteRIZ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nothing happened today. i mean, that something sweet, coochy coochy, whatsoever thing. no one's supposed or obliged to do it to me, anyway. bitterness. haha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;everything's the same. it's like a normal saturday:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.) i woke up soooo late, lunchtime maybe. thanks to my brother for ruining my sleeping spree. "airiz, good afternoon na" and so i get up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.) i have a loonnggg exam next week plus a paper to pass plus a workshop in speech com (so it means, i'm gonna hit that floor, delivering the speech i made. and it sounds.. ohh scary). BUT i did nothing. am so lazyyyyy. and what's new with that? hahaha. i just surf the net. poor eyes. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;and because i super surf in the net today. a picture caught my attention. i saw it in juliene's multiply (my friend)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302590800742089554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SZaWPSt8g1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/aer_wKLXMiw/s200/IMG-5555.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nice diba? haha. i really really want to have a car. now. i got my license, a student's license that is. haha. though my driving skills are not progressing. i stopped studying. i drive every sunday morning before. but now? a big no. lazy me. i would rather stay in my bed. haha. but having my OWN car would change it. haha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ok. happy valentines everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974899839505799959-1620836550943018576?l=riz-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/1620836550943018576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-today-is-valentines-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/1620836550943018576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/1620836550943018576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-so-today-is-valentines-day.html' title='and so today is valentine&apos;s day'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SZaWPSt8g1I/AAAAAAAAAEU/aer_wKLXMiw/s72-c/IMG-5555.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-3535882218376608983</id><published>2009-02-04T20:11:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T00:07:40.383+08:00</updated><title type='text'>will you be my penguin?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SYmGUtzIHcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AxzieKMYoKE/s1600-h/cf0573b3d6bb1e32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298914127027641794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SYmGUtzIHcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AxzieKMYoKE/s200/cf0573b3d6bb1e32.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/"&gt;http://www.flickr.com/&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;uh oh. it's february again. am i supposed to be excited for that fourteenth day of this month or not? i dunno. :) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;hd&gt;love month. yea, that's how they call it. 28 days that will make single people sad. graarrr! :) &lt;/hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;anyway, since love love love is the in thing this month. i have a pic of penguins. yea. i think they are the animals who are faithful when it comes to loving. once they found their partner, they will be together. forever. sweet animals. if people could only be like them. :) haha. but i'm not sure with this piece of information huh. i just read it from a forwarded text message to me by my friend. just correct me if i'm wrong. haha. &lt;/hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;okay. this is the end. go find your penguins! :) haha. &lt;/hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;spread love. make love. :) &lt;/hd&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974899839505799959-3535882218376608983?l=riz-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3535882218376608983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-be-my-penguin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/3535882218376608983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/3535882218376608983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/02/will-you-be-my-penguin.html' title='will you be my penguin?'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SYmGUtzIHcI/AAAAAAAAAEM/AxzieKMYoKE/s72-c/cf0573b3d6bb1e32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-3017765459634917035</id><published>2009-01-28T14:23:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T14:26:52.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the number eight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"&gt;another hour wasted. i attended my econ class but i really don’t understand anything. well, it's because the Philippine Daily Inquirer absorbed me. my seatmate brought it and she endorsed some columns there. because of my curiosity, i read it. it was the newest entry in my brain today. the title was “it’s a boy boy boy boy boy boy girl girl”. yes, an octuplets added in the population of South California. reading more, i found out that the first octuplets was from a 21-year-old Mexican girl. this happened last March 1967. The sad part is, all babies died after fourteen hours.  anyway, thanks PDI (reports from AP and Inquirer research) for a piece of information. because of this, I am thinking if i’ll consider that hour wasted. :)))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974899839505799959-3017765459634917035?l=riz-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3017765459634917035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/number-eight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/3017765459634917035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/3017765459634917035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/number-eight.html' title='the number eight'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-3346483730076600657</id><published>2009-01-25T19:27:00.004+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T12:27:42.629+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i found a new love :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXxM-SiCeGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/krUJPz_6Tnw/s1600-h/637986747.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295191894891067490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXxM-SiCeGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/krUJPz_6Tnw/s200/637986747.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXxM331BavI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KJZASwbGv8o/s1600-h/637986706.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295191784643717874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXxM331BavI/AAAAAAAAAD8/KJZASwbGv8o/s200/637986706.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXxMxhR5ptI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zhp1BnCGhK0/s1600-h/637706282.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295191675511613138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 75px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXxMxhR5ptI/AAAAAAAAAD0/Zhp1BnCGhK0/s200/637706282.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SKECHERS HI TOPS. i lurve. :)) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;"sh*t. ang ganda!!" that was my reaction when i first saw this oh-so-rocking-shoes in mall. realizing that my money wasn't enough (i already used it up for a pair of vans), i promised to that hi tops that i'll be back very soon to get it. grrr lang. i don't have enough money. i'm always tempted to buy and buy. so love spending. haha! but i'll have it soon. hoping me. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/7974899839505799959-3346483730076600657?l=riz-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/3346483730076600657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-new-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/3346483730076600657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/3346483730076600657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-found-new-love.html' title='i found a new love :)'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXxM-SiCeGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/krUJPz_6Tnw/s72-c/637986747.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-4470754530263471020</id><published>2009-01-24T20:26:00.012+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:17:23.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gift giving</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsJpTUZD5I/AAAAAAAAACk/Mhop5jVYPlo/s1600-h/angge-057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294836392069238674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsJpTUZD5I/AAAAAAAAACk/Mhop5jVYPlo/s320/angge-057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lunch time with my bebes. it’s our late celeb of christmas. at least we can still feel the spirit of it, through our gifts to each other. haha! of course, we’re on ristretto --our crib. hahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294837613264596258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsKwYoDbSI/AAAAAAAAACs/QniuSx-qYuQ/s200/angge-017.jpg" border="0" /&gt; i gave my dearest joie a black shirt. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294837991008150802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsLGX1IpRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/5nUql3TYja0/s200/angge-019.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;angelica bebe received a bag from joie dear. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294838921936767394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsL8jz0CaI/AAAAAAAAAC8/dF3hslJi92Y/s200/angge-016.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;and i got earings &amp;amp; a gossip-girl inspired headband, as ange has described. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294839850660491298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsMynkzcCI/AAAAAAAAADE/YU_0igOhHXk/s200/angge-032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a choco chip overload milk shake made our lunch yummy. i don't know if i got the name of that milk shake right. haha. confusing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294840267237073618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsNK3cZotI/AAAAAAAAADM/ilZaMwR3UKA/s200/angge-053.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;but my voice made our lunch yummier. :)) haha. this is a stolen shot while i'm doing some chika with some background music. haha! this is my own version of mad by ne-yo. "nothinggggg... nothinggg.." hahaha. being singer suits me, in that picture at least. ahaha.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294840592239020578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsNdyK5yiI/AAAAAAAAADU/yNmcgu1qtwE/s200/angge-060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;haha! our pic together. my hist1-buddies-turned-to-be-my-girlfriends-and-ristretto-buddies. :)) hahaha. iloveyou bebes. :))&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7974899839505799959-4470754530263471020?l=riz-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/4470754530263471020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch-time-with-my-bebes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/4470754530263471020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/4470754530263471020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/lunch-time-with-my-bebes.html' title='gift giving'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXsJpTUZD5I/AAAAAAAAACk/Mhop5jVYPlo/s72-c/angge-057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-5031041839031079235</id><published>2009-01-23T10:19:00.003+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T11:26:08.662+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ohh men, i survived.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXkql3trJDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NvGZ3XMnniQ/s1600-h/mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294309667049776178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXkql3trJDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NvGZ3XMnniQ/s320/mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;THIS IS MY GET UP EVERYTIME I NEED SOMETHING TO PASS-- my super high pony tail with a head band to keep my bangs on its place. my barney shirt. haha! a lucky shirt of mine. a jacket. sometimes its cold. my earphones. lalala. sometimes i reward myself a break to sing. haha! ohmen, it's hard to super think. and of course my oh-so-pimpled face with extra darker eye bags. sucks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;gawddd. external locus of control. yea! :) today is a great day though i've been deprived of sleep. i'm in bed for only one hour. define sixty minutes only. anyway, at least i'm done with my 3 essays. grabe. i'm so preoccupied last night. i'm trying to gather the scattered pieces of my brain. haha. poor idiomatic expression invention. anyway, i'm planning to absent my speech comm class (7:00-8:30am) just to finish it. but, lo and behold, thanks brain for working in the last minutes. :) hay grabe. and i don't have classes this morning. two classes were cancelled. two classes to go later. economics. and poofff, self defense. :( ohhh P.E. begging. please don't ruin my day. i really sucks in P.E. grabe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/7974899839505799959-5031041839031079235?l=riz-blogs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/feeds/5031041839031079235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohh-men-i-survived.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/5031041839031079235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7974899839505799959/posts/default/5031041839031079235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://riz-blogs.blogspot.com/2009/01/ohh-men-i-survived.html' title='ohh men, i survived.'/><author><name>riz blogs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10704574648302340388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXinB2Qyr-I/AAAAAAAAABg/a4QT0z7rSBs/S220/m.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kepMmiHQJ_I/SXkql3trJDI/AAAAAAAAAB8/NvGZ3XMnniQ/s72-c/mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7974899839505799959.post-3693632654460673491</id><published>2009-01-23T00:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T01:18:41.165+08:00</updated><title type='text'>escape. escape.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;ohhhhh. good morning. i have my blog now. c'mon. i'm not really into this stuff. i mean, i can have my records not being published, but i don't know why i ended up blogging. well, maybe it's my form of escaping to my three essays worth 100 points due later, 8:30 in the morning. darn, the political animal side of me isn't working. woahh. anyway, i think i should start now. it's 12:46 na. i still have time. i guess. ohhh crammer me. well, i just work best under pressure. yeah right. haha! 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