<?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-6334127</id><updated>2011-04-22T11:33:31.417+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE as I want it to be</title><subtitle type='html'>realizing the difference between dreaming and living</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110585761674168577</id><published>2005-01-16T14:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T14:40:16.743+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not Sad</title><summary type='text'>Do i seem sad these days?Someone told me that someone told her that I do... haha...laboWell...I guess i haven't been updating my blog din naman kasi so concerned friends...i'm really notOo let's say may times na mukha ako sad or naiinis about something...Pero wala lang naman yun eh. It passes...bilis nga eh paminsan..heheSiguro may big change lang this sem kaya ganon...siyempre may iba nang </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110585761674168577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110585761674168577' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110585761674168577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110585761674168577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2005/01/im-not-sad.html' title='I&apos;m not Sad'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110390182152480761</id><published>2004-12-24T23:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:23:41.526+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd rather</title><summary type='text'>I thought sometime alonewas what we really neededyou said this time would hurt more than it helpsbut I couldn't see thatI thought it was the endof a beautiful storyand so I left the one I loved at home to be alone (alone)and I tried to find out if this one thing is truethat I'm nothing without youI know better nowand I've had a change of heartI'd rather have bad times with you, than good</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110390182152480761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110390182152480761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110390182152480761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110390182152480761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/12/id-rather.html' title='I&apos;d rather'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110390097089339065</id><published>2004-12-24T22:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T23:09:30.893+08:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><summary type='text'>Its been awhile since i last blogged, huh?well...important stuff...GAP2 went well...everyone said it was great...I really hope it was. I mean for me siyempre feel ko maraming room for improvements pero okay pa rin sobra yung feeling that we were able to pull it off.That night...I found something...let's just put it this way. 208-0inexplain naman niya eh...pero still it hurt.I tried to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110390097089339065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110390097089339065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110390097089339065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110390097089339065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/12/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110267344835425407</id><published>2004-12-10T17:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-10T18:10:48.353+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you fall...its not always painful</title><summary type='text'>I'm happy right now.Although madalas pa rin kami magkatampuhan (actually mostly my side nanggagaling)And minsan may misunderstanding...at least we talk about it agad.Minsan he gets asar...minsan i get asar...but we don't let the day end without resolving it.Which is good... =Dgreat actually!Then when we're together...it's always fun...kulitan...kwento kwento...bastaI feel like a kid when </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110267344835425407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110267344835425407' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110267344835425407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110267344835425407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-you-fallits-not-always-painful.html' title='when you fall...its not always painful'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110221624499406943</id><published>2004-12-05T10:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T11:10:44.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>when you don't have the strength to say so</title><summary type='text'>i don't know what to do na...last night i wanted it to be over and done with if he hasn't made a decision yet...we talked and he said he just wanted to make sure that he had no feelings or whatsoever left for the other person before he totally commits...ewan ko ba kung ako naman si gaga na sige...fine...ok na lahat just cause he said he loves me. What is wrong with me...have i fallen in too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110221624499406943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110221624499406943' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110221624499406943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110221624499406943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/12/when-you-dont-have-strength-to-say-so.html' title='when you don&apos;t have the strength to say so'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110213137134403054</id><published>2004-12-04T11:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T11:36:11.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>surprise surprise!</title><summary type='text'>"someone calls me from downstairs. I just woke up and still feeling a little sleepy. Anyway...I scamper to the bathroom to fix myself up a little and to tie my hair...then go down, still in my sleepwear. I ask the people in a masungit tone what is up and why they had to wake me up...then sina vangie would usher me to the den. To my surprise...he's there, with flowers and hot chocolate. I give him</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110213137134403054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110213137134403054' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110213137134403054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110213137134403054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/12/surprise-surprise.html' title='surprise surprise!'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110172690925806860</id><published>2004-11-29T19:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T19:15:09.256+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm happy.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110172690925806860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110172690925806860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110172690925806860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110172690925806860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110138194936675483</id><published>2004-11-25T19:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T19:25:49.366+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday it will come</title><summary type='text'>If you knew me from my high school days...and maybe from last year...you would really wonder what is up with me these daysI am actually waiting for someone...waiting for him to confirm whether he really wants me back... waiting for a decision that I am more certain that would not be in my favor... waiting for love to come back...how melodramatic...but somewhat true...So why am I doing this? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110138194936675483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110138194936675483' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110138194936675483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110138194936675483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/11/someday-it-will-come.html' title='Someday it will come'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110121727289803952</id><published>2004-11-23T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T21:52:59.583+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the sadness that envelopes my days</title><summary type='text'>naks! what a dramatic title...i don't even know if its fitting.sabi lang kasi ni romel that i seem to be sad...as in really sad in my blogs lately.I'm fine...ako pa. I always bounce back naman di ba? hehe...I guess right now...I'm just sad coz I don't know what's gonna happen between me and you-know-who. I'm sad because I have changed but just a little too late for it... I'm sad because deep </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110121727289803952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110121727289803952' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110121727289803952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110121727289803952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/11/sadness-that-envelopes-my-days.html' title='the sadness that envelopes my days'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-110072997113835127</id><published>2004-11-18T06:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T06:19:31.136+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When Tables have turned</title><summary type='text'>I did go back on my words in my last two blogs...We fixed it and it was going well for two weeks...at least i thought it was...Its ok....I'm ok....just a little sad...we'll work it out naman eh...sana...what am i talking about??if you knew our past...as in what happened before...you'll know whathappened or what's the current situation when i say "The Tables Have Turned"Its not over yet...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/110072997113835127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=110072997113835127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110072997113835127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/110072997113835127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/11/when-tables-have-turned.html' title='When Tables have turned'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-109992279696020931</id><published>2004-11-08T21:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:06:36.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate you</title><summary type='text'>i hate you all over again...weird maybe coz i hate the situation...i hate itbasta leche ka ginugulo mo isip ko! (yikes! imagine me actually saying this...scary...haven't been this scary for quite some time now)pero honestly its soooo weird...first we're awkward to each otherthen we're okthen when we think everything's settled...its not pa palai mean...heck...why expect any form of text </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/109992279696020931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=109992279696020931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109992279696020931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109992279696020931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-hate-you.html' title='i hate you'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-109976187013111511</id><published>2004-11-07T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T01:24:30.130+08:00</updated><title type='text'>going my way</title><summary type='text'>i guess its about time.we held on too longbut now its time to move on.the past would always be there to look back toyet the future is never certainthough this would always be my strongholdthere are times one just has to let go.look forward, chin up and...be strongI am not mad at him...nor am I certain of what i know. I may be wrong in what i am thinking..but somehow i know that i am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/109976187013111511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=109976187013111511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109976187013111511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109976187013111511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/11/going-my-way.html' title='going my way'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-109749008287277984</id><published>2004-10-11T18:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T18:21:22.873+08:00</updated><title type='text'>down time</title><summary type='text'>weird...i don't know if its partly coz of my tummy prob na kagabi ko pa naeexperience...but i'm just not my happy-happy self today. siyempre sa ym its so easy to pretend that i am...but...i'm just not. Siguro nga, i'm more affected by the situation than i initially thought. Ewan...ang labo ko talagang tao...I swear. I'd rather not feel this way coz I love being able to talk to someone and discuss</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/109749008287277984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=109749008287277984' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109749008287277984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109749008287277984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/10/down-time.html' title='down time'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-109731603079678090</id><published>2004-10-09T18:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-10-09T18:00:30.796+08:00</updated><title type='text'>faulty wiring</title><summary type='text'>hmmm...today was not a very good day...but it wasn't a very bad day either. Had fun in accountin...had fun in intramuros...although the car refused to start at first.however...its another night without a gimmick...home-alone pa at that...well kinda by choice naman eh so its all good.what made it a bad day...faulty wiring...hehe...weird reason namanKanina Romel and I were chatting during </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/109731603079678090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=109731603079678090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109731603079678090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109731603079678090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/10/faulty-wiring.html' title='faulty wiring'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-109612031800513709</id><published>2004-09-25T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T21:51:58.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the suitable blogskin</title><summary type='text'>finally...some changes in my blog....i guess this sort of suits me or how i am these days...sometimes i feel like i need someone to depend on..then again...i re-examine myself then i feel i don't need anyone..but who am i kidding right...oh well...right now...i have like a MILLION crushes! hahah...di naman siguro a million...but quite a few... i guess its my way of dealing with some of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/109612031800513709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=109612031800513709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109612031800513709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109612031800513709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/09/suitable-blogskin.html' title='the suitable blogskin'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-109232388857243319</id><published>2004-08-12T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T23:18:08.573+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yet to be titled</title><summary type='text'>is there such a thing as forgetting how to feel?forgetting what its like to be affectionate and to feel affection....forgetting how it is to be in love....</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/109232388857243319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=109232388857243319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109232388857243319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/109232388857243319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/08/yet-to-be-titled.html' title='yet to be titled'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-108841429822709990</id><published>2004-06-28T17:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T17:18:18.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the hard thing about crushes....</title><summary type='text'>haay... i fall for people to easily...most of my friends know that about me by now.Ewan ko ba...when would I finally settle down talaga. PEro crushes lang naman eh di ba...nothing serious...Hirap nga eh pag may crush ka tas you ended caring for that person na more than a crush na talaga...ewan...I don't love him...that's for sure... But I really like him...as in really... We're friends nga eh</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/108841429822709990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=108841429822709990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108841429822709990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108841429822709990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/06/hard-thing-about-crushes.html' title='the hard thing about crushes....'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-108505424733984554</id><published>2004-05-20T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T19:57:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>why is it so...?</title><summary type='text'>why is it that when you celebrate you're birthday you're not really the one celebrating...     Its my birthday on saturday and I already made out my guest list and invited all of them. Once my parents got home...biglaan na lang..."did you invite si ganito...did you invite si ganyan...nakalimutan mo noh?? ako na ang nagsabi"     Hindi naman sa ayaw ko sa mga taong gusto nila iinvite...pero I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/108505424733984554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=108505424733984554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108505424733984554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108505424733984554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/05/why-is-it-so.html' title='why is it so...?'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-108273411720592189</id><published>2004-04-23T23:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T23:32:45.920+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its sad when you're away from home...</title><summary type='text'>For some really weird reason...I left a huge part of me in Surigao. I miss the place....I miss the people...I miss my special place...Whenever I'm there...I become the person that I want to be...carefree...secure..stable...Its like there's a different me...and yet its still me.I want to go back there...Weird and sad to say...I want to go and live there some day. Help the people out...be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/108273411720592189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=108273411720592189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108273411720592189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108273411720592189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-sad-when-youre-away-from-home.html' title='Its sad when you&apos;re away from home...'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-108198757571713786</id><published>2004-04-15T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T08:10:12.860+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blog</title><summary type='text'>It's been a looong while.So far...I had a great summer. Super great na I really want to go back after summer classes end. Kaya lang May 27 pa finals ng ITM...sana earlier para makapunta ako ulit sa Siargao.I want to surf, play beach volleyball, surf, kayak, surf, hangout with my friends there, surf....surf...surf...And siguro I have some other reasons why I want to go back.Weird ko nga eh...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/108198757571713786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=108198757571713786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108198757571713786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/108198757571713786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/04/long-time-no-blog.html' title='Long Time No Blog'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107971318268711767</id><published>2004-03-20T00:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T00:23:03.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm not stalking him.I just like seeing him around.Eventhough he doesn't really mind my existence.He's cute.That's all I can say.I should be satisfied with the Hi and Hellos every now and then.This is one of the advantages of being single...Its so fun just not taking things as seriously.But also...can't deny it. sometimes i miss having someone there for me.Atleast I can still face </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107971318268711767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107971318268711767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107971318268711767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107971318268711767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-not-stalking-him.html' title=''/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107971268242443265</id><published>2004-03-20T00:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-20T00:14:43.343+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He Sees Nothing</title><summary type='text'>He sits in a wooden chairCarefully looking left and rightHe sees nothingHe brings out a bookAnd places it on the tableHis hand lightly feels the coverThen gently lifts the flapHe scans the pagesAnd finally stops at oneHe looks up once moreHis eyes meet mineHe sees nothingHe bows down his headAnd begins to readEyes flicking from left to rightEyebrows furrowedLips pursed tightHe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107971268242443265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107971268242443265' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107971268242443265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107971268242443265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/03/he-sees-nothing.html' title='He Sees Nothing'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107911269768404672</id><published>2004-03-13T01:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T01:34:48.903+08:00</updated><title type='text'>everything i want to be</title><summary type='text'>for one night...for this one night....i'll share some of my insecurities....then I'll probably delete this blog the next time I go online...before every MWF math class...I see the girl who I want to be like.She exudes the confidence that I can only dream of.She's not white, she's not mestiza.She has morena skin and chinky eyes.She's so slim that she can wear the ugliest clothes and still </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107911269768404672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107911269768404672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107911269768404672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107911269768404672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/03/everything-i-want-to-be.html' title='everything i want to be'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107866419686270947</id><published>2004-03-07T20:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:59:40.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the last blog</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about this blog kanina paI made a condition for myself that if and when I find a person to make kwento with...to confide in...to talk to often...I would stop bloggingNot that I tell everything here sa blog....but I would want to be able to make kwento and get a feedbackI would like to get advice and words of wisdom from a person that I can concretely feelweird ba?for now</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107866419686270947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107866419686270947' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107866419686270947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107866419686270947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/03/last-blog.html' title='the last blog'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107866353569522329</id><published>2004-03-07T20:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T20:48:39.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>GAP 3 - Amidst the Stars</title><summary type='text'>the whole week was tiring...from studying math to running around from what meeting to another, to doing a small storybook, to preparing clothes for a "fashion show" and to dealing with different "models"...super surprised that I'm still standing after all that.pero everything was worth it I guess...heheI know the GAP wasn't really a big WOW but it turned out okay and I got a lot of praises, "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107866353569522329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107866353569522329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107866353569522329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107866353569522329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/03/gap-3-amidst-stars.html' title='GAP 3 - Amidst the Stars'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107798128314669679</id><published>2004-02-28T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T23:17:36.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>get a life</title><summary type='text'>eversince i downloaded hangaroo...there isn't a single time that I didn't play that stupid game whenever I opened the computer.I finished it twice na. funny naman kahit papano eh.......... =|It's saturday night.My parents have a dinner thing going on downstairs.Ricky Reyes down the road is having a party which would probably last till the early morning.My sister is out with her boyfriend.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107798128314669679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107798128314669679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107798128314669679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107798128314669679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/get-life.html' title='get a life'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107794392569737600</id><published>2004-02-28T12:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T12:56:37.763+08:00</updated><title type='text'>quote for the day</title><summary type='text'> Love is so shortForgetting is so long -Pablo Neruda</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107794392569737600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107794392569737600' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107794392569737600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107794392569737600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/quote-for-day.html' title='quote for the day'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107789196551002432</id><published>2004-02-27T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T22:28:57.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dream weddings</title><summary type='text'>Almost $4,000,000Is that really how much dream weddings cost?Trista...the lucky bride who found her guy on a tv show.Watching the special coverage of their wedding on tv didn't really make me envious of what she had.I guess...that wasn't what I pictured for myself..My wedding, in my mind, is still a little vague...I don't know what I want.i guess that's the real problem with me...I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107789196551002432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107789196551002432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107789196551002432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107789196551002432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/dream-weddings.html' title='dream weddings'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107770769342032928</id><published>2004-02-25T19:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T19:18:15.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wish list...</title><summary type='text'>I was in fully booked today and there were a lot of things that I really wanted to buy for myself.   1. The Last Time They Met - Anita Shreve            2. Things We Knew Were True - Nicci Gerrard            3. The Five People You Meet in Heaven - Mitch Albom            4. The Davinci Code            5. A cute journal/diary that eventually I would neglect            6. The complete set of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107770769342032928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107770769342032928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107770769342032928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107770769342032928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/wish-list.html' title='wish list...'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107764216146745495</id><published>2004-02-25T00:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T01:05:29.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the kilig factor</title><summary type='text'>during physics, jill and I were chatting...as usual. cool siya sobra kausap plus ang dami naming common na crush as in ooh and ahh guys sa school. not really yung sobrang object of our desire...basta crush crush lang dahil we find them cute. Aliw nga eh...anyway...i was telling jill about ----. la lang...parang ewan. weird. actually telling her about it pero when I think about it weird eh. can't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107764216146745495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107764216146745495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107764216146745495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107764216146745495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/kilig-factor.html' title='the kilig factor'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107754041856715955</id><published>2004-02-23T19:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:49:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE stories......</title><summary type='text'>Just to get my mind of the serious stuff of college I read the series of love stories books i bought when I was in grade school (sige na nga...yung iba high school ko binili!) Most of them...actually all of them involve teens in high school na may crush sila tas basta magkakatuluyan din.anyway...it got me thinking about MY high school experience...dami ngang differences eh. What do I expect </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107754041856715955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107754041856715955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107754041856715955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107754041856715955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/love-stories.html' title='LOVE stories......'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107736290152590006</id><published>2004-02-21T19:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T19:42:02.310+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gym---Sleep</title><summary type='text'>I just realized that I am so weird for doing the things i did todayI woke up before 8am just to spend an hour and a half in the gym.Its my attempt to get more fit and atleast a little toned...hehei know i know...payat na nga ko as it is...pero ewan...payat na mataba. haha...=DMy mom took one look at me this morning and told me that I was getting fat. That kinda says a lot.I guess coz I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107736290152590006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107736290152590006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107736290152590006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107736290152590006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/gym-sleep.html' title='Gym---Sleep'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107727987806603672</id><published>2004-02-20T19:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T20:27:20.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>key to temporary happiness</title><summary type='text'>Closure is very important.Going through that breakup phase is very important.Keeping a friendship is very important.Knowing your limits is very important.Do dreams really mean anything??Serious stuff...Weird stuff...college life is great especially when you have great people and good friends surrounding you.I love SOULSI love MEAI love T1I love pisaykaberks &lt;--haha!trying to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107727987806603672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107727987806603672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107727987806603672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107727987806603672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/key-to-temporary-happiness.html' title='key to temporary happiness'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107675904948853720</id><published>2004-02-14T19:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T19:46:42.966+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it's been awhile</title><summary type='text'>it's been quite awhile since my last post....guess I was really busy with schooldami kasing papers eh plus I had to plan anything para di magkagulo sked ko eh.weird...parang as I grow older parang lagi na akong sked ng sked ng mga events in my mind...like how and when I would start doing stuff...na to the point minsan nafrufrustrate ako if I don't get to start on time. BASTA! WEIRD! nagiging OC</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107675904948853720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107675904948853720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107675904948853720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107675904948853720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/its-been-awhile.html' title='it&apos;s been awhile'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107598968821691347</id><published>2004-02-05T21:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-05T22:04:24.610+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>two midterms.one basketball game.2 more pages of essay writing.Its gonna be a loooong day.better start studying.don't know what to study.had a great day.I love school.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107598968821691347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107598968821691347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107598968821691347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107598968821691347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/two-midterms.html' title=''/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107580715694955469</id><published>2004-02-03T18:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:02:38.246+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demons....</title><summary type='text'>Last week, Vlad told us to write down 50 of our demons...Most of what I wrote were stuff, things, and people that got me in a "grr.." mode or made me cry atleast once in my life. I didn't take that writing excercise THAT seriously though. I never saw myself as a writer kasi eh...now lang naman ako nagsusulat sulat after that creativity workshop I went to. Now I see what that Jay guy was talking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107580715694955469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107580715694955469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107580715694955469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107580715694955469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/demons.html' title='Demons....'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107568622289194280</id><published>2004-02-02T09:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:52:09.140+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completion Speech for Something Not yet Started</title><summary type='text'>Today we're going to distribute the applix forms for SOULS. Fun fun fun! Super excited na ako na I thought of a speech na (kahit palpak ako sa public speaking) if ever tapos na yung SOULS as in yung party na ng last night. hehe...I was saying something like:"Souls was just a dream...now it has come true thanks to all of you. But Souls is just a workshop...a 5-day seminar teaching us about OD, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107568622289194280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107568622289194280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107568622289194280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107568622289194280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/completion-speech-for-something-not.html' title='Completion Speech for Something Not yet Started'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107565008623750746</id><published>2004-02-01T23:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T19:57:21.576+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Vision of a Family</title><summary type='text'>I can't sleep...I haven't been sleeping well recently...Heto nanaman...Oh well...I won't talk about na whatever frustrations I have about someone. Just some regular thoughts for now I guessI was looking out my window this afternoon and I saw a family hanging out, playing soccer and letting their dogs loose dun sa isang open field sa greenmeadows (for those who don't know, the wall of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107565008623750746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107565008623750746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107565008623750746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107565008623750746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/02/vision-of-family.html' title='The Vision of a Family'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107556306308114379</id><published>2004-01-31T23:11:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T15:41:32.513+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable Loss</title><summary type='text'>Turn your back...Do not look into the eyes that burnThose that can look into your soulit takes away your hopeStay away...pay no attention to the warmth that meltsthat which comforts the painit takes away your strengthLook out...Beware of the fall that breaksOne that gives life to the unlivingIt takes away everythingHope...Strength..You...Step forward...Take a leap into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107556306308114379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107556306308114379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107556306308114379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107556306308114379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/01/inevitable-loss.html' title='Inevitable Loss'/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107547851138691484</id><published>2004-01-30T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T00:05:10.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I came to school early today...as in 830 I was there na tas 930 pa class ko. I thought of texting him to see if I could hang out there pero naisip ko...wag na lang. he didn't text me kasi for the past two nights...weird nga eh. parang biglang nagstop pagtext niya. naisip ko busy lang naman siya and tired. he's an ateneo slave daw eh! haha...pero kung let's say hanggang next week wala pa rin... I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107547851138691484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107547851138691484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107547851138691484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107547851138691484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-came-to-school-early-today.html' title=''/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107538731803697085</id><published>2004-01-29T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-31T23:35:13.623+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so happy....I was so happy....happiness hidden in one's sorrowfor the longing for the water that does not flowthe wisdom that does not touchthe heart that does not feelthe sorrow hidden behind the mask of laughterfor the person that cannot be reachedthe one that does not seedoes not hearspeaks about the unknownHe will find outHe will seeHe will hearThe forbidden bounty that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107538731803697085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107538731803697085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107538731803697085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107538731803697085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107538417377267756</id><published>2004-01-29T21:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T21:51:45.450+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"For you are being you and I can't stand being me"the one line that really hit me during the creativity workshopactually the whole poem kinda hit me but this was the one that kinda stung...it was true...truth hurts...hehe...conference muna ako with my blocki'll see if i can blog lateri love my block</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107538417377267756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107538417377267756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107538417377267756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107538417377267756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/01/for-you-are-being-you-and-i-cant-stand.html' title=''/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334127.post-107520872029564045</id><published>2004-01-27T20:59:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T21:07:29.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dumarami ba namamatay o tumatanda lang tayo??i suddenly find myself surrounded by the death of people i have some sort of connection to..."sort" ---&gt; one was the dad of my old classmate and the other was just a former schoolmateThere are people near me whom death are closing up on....two of my tita's have cancer....one was diagnosed with cancer that takes only 6 months, the other has a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/feeds/107520872029564045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6334127&amp;postID=107520872029564045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107520872029564045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6334127/posts/default/107520872029564045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://101riz.blogspot.com/2004/01/dumarami-ba-namamatay-o-tumatanda-lang.html' title=''/><author><name>rissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01419565986548830388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
